After Song Qingshu returned to the inn, he still didn't feel good in his heart, and there were still Ling Xiaohua brought back from the palace on the table.

He looked at the flowers on the table, admired and felt sad in his heart, and after seeing Jing Bufan's appearance, he guessed something.

Like, how did the emperor die.

Regicide!! It takes unparalleled courage to do something like this in this day and age.

The white flag was hung in the imperial city, accelerating the destruction of the Yuan Chamber.

Kill the Emperor with your own hands.

This choice is difficult, difficult, but Jing Bufan still did it.

For the people of the Yuan Room, for the martial arts of the Yuan Room, this is a good thing.

But for some, this is the sinner, the greatest sinner of all time.

Creak......

The door was pushed open, Yang Xue walked in slowly, and saw Song Qingshu looking at the flowers on the table in contemplation, and a trace of sadness appeared in his heart.

She knew they were right.

The emperor of the Yuan Room was killed by the Yuan Room himself, and it was Jing Bufan.

Yang Xue sat down slowly, and interrupted Song Qingshu's contemplation with her mouth: "Qingshu...... Father, they are back. ”

Song Qingshu woke up from his thoughts, looked at Yang Xue and nodded: "I'll go over now." ”

……

Outside the courtyard, countless people gathered, and everyone stood silently on both sides, staring at the two coffins in the courtyard.

The high-level of the Ming Sect is here, the Wudang Five Heroes are also there, Zhang Wuji is here, Zhou Zhiruo is here, Qi Mu and others are also there, and King Yin Ye is also there......

The huge courtyard was a little crowded at the moment.

When a burst of footsteps sounded, everyone's eyes looked over, and Song Qingshu's figure slowly appeared in everyone's eyes.

Dressed in filial piety clothes, with beautiful hair, his face with a hint of contemplation and sadness.

Song Qingshu walked very slowly, very slowly...... His gaze stayed on the two coffins.

Everyone looked at Song Qingshu like this, and at this moment, everyone suddenly found that Song Qingshu was also old.

Song Qingshu is no longer the handsome young man he was at the beginning.

Not far away, Yang Xue and Youlan Zhuya watched silently from a distance, and they didn't go over.

In the courtyard, Song Qingshu stroked the coffin with both hands, as if there were endless words in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, just stroked like that.

It's as if all the words are in it.

"Song Daxia, it's our fault!" Zhou Feng looked at Song Qingshu who looked like this, and knelt down suddenly.

But at this moment, he found that there was a force dragging him.

Obviously, this power came from Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu looked at Zhou Feng and shook his head: "It has nothing to do with you." ”

"Everyone is not young, and they all have their own choices."

King Yin Ye took a deep breath and looked at Song Qingshu with a firm gaze: "Qingshu...... This is not the end. ”

"End...... It's so early. Song Qingshu laughed at himself.

"Let's disperse."

Everyone looked at Song Qingshu, whose eyes stayed on the coffin again, and they panicked for some reason.

Before they came, they thought about Song Qingshu's anger, sadness, and so on......

Everyone has thought about countless pictures, but they have never thought that Song Qingshu is so calm and so bland.

The people of the Ming Sect are gone, Wudang, Emei, the Heavenly Eagle Sect, and the other disciples are gone.

Only Song Qingshu's closest people remained.

Yin Ye Wang, Zhang Wuji, Zhou Zhiruo, Qi Mu and others, Wudang Five Heroes, Wang He.

Everyone looked at Song Qingshu silently.

The breeze stirred up the white flags and stirred the treetops, as if to bring a touch of life to this incomparably oppressive atmosphere.

"Uncle, what do you want?" Song Qingshu looked at the people who had not left and withdrew his gaze from the coffin.

He saw anger in his uncle's eyes, anger and madness that he had never seen before.

At the same time, he knows all the movements these days.

"The four who did it are going to die!" King Yin Ye's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his tone was extremely resolute.

Song Qingshu nodded, and turned his head to look at the Wudang Five Heroes: "Second uncle, third uncle, fourth uncle, sixth uncle, seventh uncle, what about you." ”

Yu Lianzhou and the others were silent.

The death of the eldest brother caught them off guard, and they also understood why the eldest brother went.

Song Qingshu saw that everyone was silent, and took a long breath: "Second uncle, look at this martial arts." ”

"My father said you were better suited than he was."

As he spoke, he looked at Wang He: "Don't go to Mongolia." ”

"Senior brother...... Wang Hegang wanted to say something, but Song Qingshu shook his head slightly: "Listen to me." ”

"Wudang must be inherited."

"I ...... Whether he will be alive or not is unknown. ”

"The relationship between Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min, he is destined to have no right to speak in the Central Plains Zhengdao, maybe everyone will be afraid of his strength, but he can't get rid of this with Zhao Min in his life."

"At most, he can only guarantee the roots of Wudang, but he can't let Wudang inherit and be brilliant."

"He's an outsider...... People who are not considered Wudang. ”

Hearing this, everyone's hearts were shocked, and Zhang Wuji's heart was like a knife: "Brother......"

Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji and smiled: "You have already helped me a lot, enough, the Wudang lineage is originally my biggest, this is my responsibility." ”

"Live well, you have never been stable in your life, and you will be good in the future."

"After this time, the Central Plains has nothing to do with you, you can go wherever you want, whether it is Persia, Mongolia, or the Western Regions, it's up to you."

"It's still the same sentence, don't be afraid outside, you have suffered for half your life, it's time to enjoy it, you are my brother, your brother and I are afraid of death, and someone will protect you."

Yu Lianzhou and the others listened to Song Qingshu's words and didn't dare to look at it at all.

Qingshu is now arranging the aftermath.

All this should not have been borne by Qingshu, but everything fell on Qingshu.

"I'll take over Wudang, Zhang Wuji will remove Wudang!" Yu Lianzhou's heartbroken voice sounded.

"Second uncle, thank you." Song Qingshu saw that the second uncle was like this, a reassuring smile appeared on his face, and then he looked at Zhou Zhiruo, who was speechless in the distance.

"Zhiruo, Emei can find a successor, you can also go."

"Exterminator is Exterminator, you are you."

"It's time for you to choose for yourself, too."

"You should have had a good life, but it was Wudang who sent you to Emei to get to where you are now."

"You are not suitable for the rivers and lakes, and Zhang Wuji is not suitable for the rivers and lakes, get along well with Zhao Min and Xiao Zhao."

Zhou Zhiruo looked at Song Qingshu's gaze, and her eyes moistened: "Okay, brother." ”

Song Qingshu looked at Zhou Zhiruo and nodded, and finally his gaze fell on Qi Mu and the others.

"What about you......"

"How are you going to live?"

Qi Mu and the others looked at each other, and they were silent for a long time, and a firm voice sounded.

"We are out of Wudang."

"We won't go back to the Central Plains unless we have to."

"We want to get out and about."

Song Qingshu was not surprised at all, Qi Fu and the others had hatred in their hearts, and instructed: "Live well." ”

"It's time for you to go out and have a look."

"Go to Xiangyang before leaving, the dead need a memory, carve a monument."

"The Central Plains has paid a lot to pacify you, and leaving a name before leaving can be regarded as an ending to everything that the Central Plains has experienced."

Qi Mu and the others nodded.

"Go ahead, I'll be alone for a while." Song Qingshu's gaze returned to the two coffins again.

What should be explained has been explained, and then there will be a big war.

After the war, the Yuan Chamber Wulin was defeated and retreated, everything subsided, and then there was a civil war in the Central Plains.

Civil war, he can't manage it, and he doesn't want to manage it.

All...... It's over.

Everyone left the courtyard step by step, and everyone did not refute Song Qingshu's arrangement from beginning to end, nor did they persuade him.

They all know that they can't change anything, they can't change anything.

Under the general trend, some things can't be stopped.

Song Qingshu and others have been planning a battle with the Yuan Imperial City for a long time, and Song Qingshu will not retreat in this game.

Now that the emperor is dead and the army is defeated, the final problem is martial arts.

In this battle of martial arts, no matter whether Song Qingshu and others win or lose, they all swore that the top masters would leave.

For a long time, the top masters have been a thorn in the hearts of the top masters.

Everyone is worried about each other and worries about each other.

The first-class masters know very well that the top masters do not distinguish between victory and defeat, and they can't actually change the outcome.

And now, the older generation has come to the Imperial City, and the top masters have come to the Imperial City, no matter which side wins after the war, it will take a long time to cultivate at least.

This time is enough, enough for the two sides to divide the victory and defeat, and exit.

After that, there will be no martial arts in the Central Plains, only the army.

Time passes slowly......

Song Qingshu stood alone in the courtyard for a long time, and he looked at the two coffins quietly.

Sometimes there is a smile on his face, sometimes there is a bitter ......

Yang Xue and the others have been watching everything silently, without persuasion or words, just watching quietly.

As the sun set, a figure slowly walked into the courtyard.

"Master Tai......" Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Sanfeng bitterly.

Zhang Sanfeng came to Song Qingshu and patted Song Qingshu, and then walked towards the stone bench on the side.

"Cher, bring two jugs of wine." Zhang Sanfeng shouted at Yang Xue in the distance.

Yang Xue left quickly, and then took two pots of wine and put them on the table: "Master Tai, Qingshu, you talk, I'll arrange the wedding." ”

Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingshu nodded.

With the departure of Yang Xue and others, only Song Qingshu and Zhang Sanfeng were left in the courtyard.

"Want to know what." Zhang Sanfeng poured a glass of wine for Song Qingshu, and some sad voices sounded.

Song Qingshu picked up the wine glass, and he saw his father's smile and grandfather's smile in it: "I should have guessed everything." ”

"Father, grandfather are their own choices."

"Whether it's death or participating in the Bright Top, I can't stop it."

"For the sake of this Central Plains...... Too many people are buried in it. ”

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Song Qingshu in a complicated manner: "Yes, for this Central Plains, countless people have died in it. ”

"It doesn't matter if you take the initiative to die, or you can die in battle."

"Do you know, child, in our eyes, as long as people die worthwhile, they are worth dying."

Song Qingshu's hand holding the wine glass trembled suddenly.

Value...... Death.

What extreme values, but for the former Central Plains, maybe only then can there be a way out and continue to the present.

"It's never easy for darkness to meet light." Song Qingshu drank the wine glass in his hand.

He didn't understand it before, but now he does.

He began to understand the hatred and grievances in the hearts of the older generation...... He really realized it now.

Zhang Sanfeng took a long breath, and there was a trace of nostalgia and helplessness on his face: "Yes, everything has a price." ”

"Child, our time is over, and we need an ending, an ending that allows us to face our dead old brother after we die."

"The battle of the Imperial City...... Let's do it. ”

"You're still young, you've endured enough."

Song Qingshu shook his head with a firm look in his eyes: "Master Tai...... I am tired. ”

"I don't want to be busy for the rivers and lakes in the future, this rivers and lakes are too big, too messy, I'm really tired."

"I needed a chance, a chance to shock everyone."

"You are old, Uncle Simon is also old, Sandu is also old, and the Central Plains needs to have an existence that countless people are afraid of."

"They can't be you, they can't be the older generation, they can only be our generation."

"The battle of the Imperial City is not only to pacify the Central Plains, I want to shock everyone."

"I want to tell everyone, even if the older generation is gone, the Central Plains is still the Central Plains, and it is still the unclimbable mountain in the hearts of countless martial arts people."

"I win...... My purpose has been accomplished, and I will retire. ”

"I'm defeated...... You still have the older generation, so cultivate Yin Li well. ”

"Zhang Wuji is destined not to take over this martial arts, he is full of stains, even if we arrange more, he can't take it."

"It will take time for Yin to leave......"

At this moment, the courtyard fell silent, and Song Qingshu and Zhang Sanfeng were silent.

The two of them looked at each other like this.

Zhang Sanfeng saw firmness in Song Qingshu's eyes, he knew that he couldn't persuade him, Qingshu blocked all his roads.

The Central Plains really needs to be continued...... If Qingshu is really dead, then everyone really doesn't dare to fight hard.

If Qingshu wins, the older generation of the Yuan Room will not fight with them, and the older generation of the Yuan Room will keep running away for a lifetime.

The older generation of the Yuan Room can't afford to die, and if they die, the Yuan Room martial arts will be over.

He could see that Song Qingshu was really tired and really wanted to retire.

Similarly, he also saw that Qingshu wanted to preserve the older generation.

If Qingshu wins, the older generation wants to vent their anger and is unwilling, but it's okay, it's just that the older generation of the Yuan family escapes, and they can find it if they want to.

Like beating the water dogs, they can also get rid of the dissatisfaction and grievances in their hearts.

On the contrary, if Qingshu is defeated, it is death.

In this battle, Zhang Sanfeng saw it very clearly, Yang Xue, Youlan Zhuya, Zhang Wuji, and Qingshu formed a Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation, and Qingshu was the knife.

If he is really defeated, Qingshu will also protect the others, and the final outcome will be death.

After that, everything has nothing to do with Qingshu.

He's dead, and he can't manage it anymore.

"Child, Wudang wants to stay behind...... Zhang Sanfeng's sad voice sounded.

"Jing Bufan and the others' Big Dipper Seven Star Array is extraordinary, this battle is ...... Life and death are unpredictable. ”

"You don't have to, you're young."

Song Qingshu looked at Master Tai's worried eyes and showed a smile: "We have the True Martial Seven Interception Formation. ”

"We also have seven swords comparable to the Heavenly Sword."

"I can win!"

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng smiled, but there was a little worry and bitterness in this smile: "Yes, you can win." ”

"Definitely winning."

"Definitely!"

……

On this night, the imperial city unloaded the white flags and replaced them with festive red.

Except for a few places where white flags were hung for the dead emperor, all the other places were preparing for Song Qingshu's engagement tomorrow.

When the morning sun covered the land, the whole imperial city was plunged into joy.

The older generation of the Yuan family, and the others have come to Song Qingshu's wedding banquet as promised.

Except for Jing Bufan.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten the sorrow of the past, forgot the hatred, and everyone drank and fell asleep like madmen.

Zhang Sanfeng and others are good, Song Qingshu and others are also good.

Whether it is to vent the bitterness in your heart, or to feel aggrieved, everyone is like this.

Everyone looked back on the past, there were scolding, contempt, and laughter.

Everyone kept silent about what tomorrow would be and what would happen after that, as if nothing was as good as the wine in front of them.

In the dead of night, when everyone noticed that the crescent moon was hanging high and was ugly, everyone stopped.

The day...... Finished.

A new day begins.

Tomorrow's decisive battle!

"See you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow!"

“……”

With the arrival of the hour, everyone woke up from the previous stupor, and their eyes were no longer confused and confused, but instead of unprecedentedly determined.

The crowd walked away with firm steps.

Everyone knows in their hearts that the so-called drunkenness is just pretending, and everyone knows it.

After Song Qingshu saw everyone off, he came to the roof.

Soon after, Zhang Wuji came: "Brother." ”

Song Qingshu smiled, and pinched Zhang Wuji's right arm with his right hand: "Get ready, we have to fight side by side." ”

"Hmm." Zhang Wuji nodded vigorously, he knew what tomorrow's battle would represent and what it would be for.

Not long after, Yang Xue, Youlan Zhuya, and everyone also came up.

All eyes were on the Imperial City.

Tomorrow...... Where is their battlefield, where everything will come to an end.

Time passes slowly......

The night was a long night for many.

Song Qingshu and others sat all night, Zhang Sanfeng and the others also sat all night, and the rest of the Yuan room did the same.

Wudang Five Heroes, Mingjiao Masters, Qi Mu and others, Yin Ye Wang, Zhou Zhiruo...... The same is true for many martial arts people.

It was destined to be a sleepless night.

When it was close to early morning, Zhang Wuji got up and left.

He needs the Mingjiao master to bless his strength.

When the morning sun covered the imperial city, countless people looked up at the sky, and there was expectation and worry in everyone's eyes.

The decisive battle is coming.

At this moment, the eyes of countless people looked at the courtyard where Song Qingshu and the others were.

Everyone is waiting for Song Qingshu and the others.

Not long after, in the eyes of everyone, the figures of Song Qingshu, Yang Xue, Youlan Zhuya, and Zhang Wuji appeared on the roof.

Then I thought about the imperial city and left.

Under the light, the figures of these seven people were firmly engraved in everyone's minds.

The indomitable back, that without the slightest hesitation, is the body.

Countless people are heading towards the Imperial City, and they want to witness this historic battle.

In the palace.

Jing Bufan looked at Song Qingshu and the others who seemed to be stepping on Caixia, and showed a smile.

"Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation...... Is this what makes you confident? ”

Zhang Wuji...... How much have you grown? ”

"Let's go."

Jing Bufan, Yuan Zhe, Yuan Qing, Ba Gu Cang, Luo Ying, Luo Xun, and the six of them smiled freely, jumped away, and went towards the Jinluan Hall in the palace.

They have nothing to lose and no scruples.

The emperor died, the army was defeated, and now only martial arts remain.

Whether you lose or win, it doesn't mean much to today's Yuan Room Martial Arts.

They want to use this battle to fight the backbone of the Yuan Chamber Martial Arts and the dignity of the Yuan Room Martial Arts.

This is the only remaining pride of the Yuan Chamber's martial arts, and they need to maintain it.

Even if Song Qingshu didn't fight them, they would have to fight this one.

They want to tell the people who learn martial arts in the Yuan Chamber what integrity is, and they also want to tell the people of the world that even if the Yuan Chamber Martial Arts is defeated, it is not a lamb to be slaughtered.

They are ready for the Dark Age of the Metaverse. (End of chapter)