I don't know how to worry,

I wish to go to the twelfth floor of Yujing.

Swing your sword to break through the clouds and welcome the stars fall,

Raise wine and sing to attract phoenixes.

Straddled the horse with the monkey, the sword hanging from the waist, Song Qingshu swayed down Wudang Mountain. Although he left the mountain as soon as he returned to Wudang, it was only because he didn't want to stay in Wudang for long. In fact, things are far less urgent.

Since Zhang Wuji has lasted for several years in the original book, he has now been handed over to Hu Qingniu for treatment, and I believe he will last longer.

Theoretically, Song Qingshu's arrival earlier or later does not affect the result. Besides, even if he really can't hold on and hangs up halfway, what does it have to do with him? He went to give Zhang Wuji Jiuyang Divine Skill completely to prevent Wudang Zhuxia from having an opinion of him, after all, Wudang Mountain is a big backer, and he can't be easily abandoned.

As for how much friendship there is with the Wuji junior brother who has only had a one-sided relationship, then it can only be hehe. If Zhang Wuji can't hold him to deliver Jiuyang Divine Skill, he can only say that he is destined to die, and it has nothing to do with him Song Shaoxia. However, with Zhang Wuji's identity as the lord of luck and the protagonist of the times, I believe that Tiandao will not let him hang up so easily.

With this mentality, Song Qingshu was even less anxious, and began to live a life of fighting swords and rivers and lakes, bullying bandits and robbers everywhere. What is the happiest thing in life? Cats eat fish, dogs eat meat, Ultraman fights little monsters! Oh, no, it's cats that eat fish, dogs eat meat, and Song Qingshu fights little thieves!

Song Qingshu found out very miraculously that killing thieves was really addictive. In all fairness, it is not bad to have a life where there is no danger, you can always harvest a lot of money, you can collect luck steadily, and you can enjoy the admiration and respect of the townspeople.

Therefore, he decided to carry out this continuous, regular and repetitive work unswervingly. Until the sky is wasted and the earth is old, and the sea is dry and rotten!

A good life is always short-lived, and the purpose of the existence of such a thing as the Heavenly Dao is not to make it smooth sailing. Song Qingshu suddenly discovered that this world has become peaceful, all the bandits and bandits have disappeared, the land of Shenzhou is harmonious, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

"It is said that Wu Yunhai, the owner of Amway Mountain Amway Village, heard that the jade-faced Meng and Song Shaoxia were coming, and he was so frightened that he was so frightened that he called out repeatedly, the evil star is coming, the wind is tight, everyone is......!

Seeing the spittle and glow of the shopkeeper talking there, Song Qingshu knew that he had run away in vain again. This is already the third time.

Four days ago, he heard that there was a group of bandits on Wangwu Mountain and wanted to go to eliminate harm for the people, but when he arrived, the bandits would have disappeared for a long time.

Three days ago, he heard that there was a gang of robbers in Lijiazhuang, and hurriedly flew there, but only then did he realize that the robbers had disappeared three days ago.

And yesterday, he received news that there was a group of bandits here, so he rushed three hundred miles overnight, who knew that Lu Dao heard the story of the owner of the Amway village setting fire to the owner of the village and fleeing in the wilderness.

"Damn, isn't it known that bandits are everywhere these days, and robbers are like grass? Why is it so difficult for Lao Tzu to find a gang of bandits?" Song Qingshu said indignantly.

He didn't know that he had killed bandits and bandits everywhere along the way, and his name had already spread all over the country. Among the many bandits and robbers, he can stop children from crying at night.

It would be better if his whereabouts were erratic, the bandits and robbers always had to eat, and they might be caught by him by surprise. However, since he came down the mountain, he has gone all the way south, straight to the Butterfly Valley, and the killing of the bandits is near this road, so how can any bandit kill himself? Now, from his direction to the south, within a thousand miles, the probability of finding bandits and bandits is definitely lower than the probability of finding a needle in a haystack!

Song Qingshu showed a wry smile and muttered: "I didn't expect that in this troubled world, I would actually create a prosperous world! Although Zhilu Dao is only temporary, when he leaves here, the bandits will continue to appear, but it is enough to be proud." ”

"Alas, I guess Master Tai, my father, and all the uncles must like to do this myself. With their recognition, he can be regarded as having a wish for the original Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu sighed, and could only comfort himself like this.

However, when he said this, it was not for no reason that he crossed over to this body, and theoretically the original Song Qingshu should have been wiped out. But for some reason, he always felt that he was not dead, he was just lurking somewhere in his body, just temporarily suppressed by himself.

In the dark, he felt that many of Song Qingshu's obsessions were affecting him, and being recognized by everyone in Wudang Mountain was one of them.

"Xiao Er, have a sauce beef, a bowl of Yangchun noodles, a pot of wine, a fruit, and then prepare horse food. Song Qingshu shouted at Xiao Er. The world is big, and the belly is the biggest, since you are here, you will fill your stomach first and then talk about other things.

"Come, guest officer, you sit down first, the wine and food will be there soon!" Xiao Er wiped the table and chairs neatly, and asked Song Qingshu to sit down. Tie the white cloud to the bolted horse pillar in front of the door, and he was not surprised at all by the white ape who followed Song Qingshu into the store, there were endless strange people and strange things in the rivers and lakes, and he had long been used to it.

After a while, the wine and food were served, Song Qingshu poured himself a drink, and Bai Mao grabbed the fruit on the table and gnawed on it. As for the white clouds outside the door, they could only wait for the forage prepared by Xiao Er, but fortunately, Song Qingshu directly asked for high-quality forage for it. Now that he has a lot of money, he naturally has no reason to treat his own people badly.

"Hey, have you heard, Zhou Ziwang of Yuanzhou was suppressed by the Yuan Court, and it is said that the king of Ruyang personally led the troops to Ping. A middle-aged scribe at the table next to him whispered.

"Really, but Zhou Ziwang, who was born in the Demon Sect?" the strong man at the same table with him hurriedly asked.

"Which one else is there but him?" said the scribe as a matter of course.

"Alas, I have long heard that Yuan Ting, the king of Ruyang, is like a god, I didn't expect it to be so powerful, this Zhou Ziwang has such a big momentum, and there is the support of the Demon Sect behind him, I can't imagine that it will be peaceful. The strong man said with a sigh.

"Who says it's not? However, although the Yuan Court is evil, the Demon Sect is not a good thing, and there is no shortage of murder, arson, and plunder, and they can be regarded as dog-eat-dog. The scribe said with some schadenfreude.

Although the Ming Sect has evil deeds, they are Han after all, and this Yuan Court is not my race, not to mention, the Yuan Court divides the world into four classes, and my Nanren is the lowest, which is simply inferior to pigs and dogs. The lesser of the two powers, at present, it is still important to resist the Yuan Court. The strong man said.

"Alas, what Brother Zhou said is exact, but this demon sect is doing like this now, even if it takes the world in the future, I'm afraid it's not a good thing. The scribe sighed and said.

......

Both voices were kept low, apparently to prevent being heard. But I didn't know that in this small inn, there was still this innate master hidden. Song Qingshu's ears trembled, obviously, this conversation fell into his ears.

"It seems that this Yuan Court is really exhausted, although these two people have done a little to cover up, but they dare to talk about this kind of thing in this court, and they must not care too much about being listened to. In broad daylight, Lang Lang Lang, openly slandering the imperial court, talking about rebellion, in this era of feudal dynasty and speech crimes, it is unimaginable.

In this way, it can be seen how weak the rule of the Yuan Court has been, and no one has told the truth about such an act, which shows that the local people's resistance and antipathy to the Yuan Court have reached the limit. Losing the hearts of the people so far, there is no reason for the Yuan Dynasty to be immortal. It's just that who is this Yuanzhou Zhou Ziwang?Why does it sound so familiar?" Song Qingshu thought silently.

Suddenly, his body shook, and he remembered who this Zhou Ziwang was. There is only one place in the original book that mentions Zhou Ziwang, that is, Zhang Sanfeng took Zhang Wuji across the Han River and met Chang Yuchun, and it is mentioned in the book that Chang Yuchun is the remnant of Zhou Ziwang in Yuanzhou, and he also has a child, it is said that this child is Zhou Ziwang's orphan and the young master of Chang Yuchun.

Thinking of Chang Yuchun, I naturally thought of Zhou Zhiruo, who was beautiful and delicate. Zhou Zhiruo, who has long been a tragedy in the original Song Qingshu. Suddenly, a strange feeling appeared in Song Qingshu's heart, this feeling came so suddenly, so unstoppable!

"What's going on? How can this be?" Song Qingshu clenched his fists tightly, his nails pierced deep into his palms, and a trace of blood oozed out. His body began to tremble uncontrollably.

He felt that the originally suppressed soul in his body was roaring madly, infatuated, reluctant, desperate, hateful, and all kinds of emotions finally converged into one name, Zhiruo!

The name Zhiruo! Zhiruo kept echoing in Song Qingshu's mind, and he felt that this was the ontology Song Qingshu roaring with his soul!

"Smack!" Song Qingshu slapped his palm on the table. In an instant, the table was torn apart, and the dishes and bowls shattered to the ground. The lively inn fell silent, and countless people's eyes fell on Song Qingshu.

"Xiao Er, settle the bill!" Relying on the slightest sobriety, Song Qingshu took out a few taels of silver from his arms and threw them on the ground, and then staggered towards the door.