Chapter 364: Retreat is discussed

"After I let Emperor Yuan Shun go, how should I retreat?" Song Qingshu touched his chin and thought as he touched his chin and showed his sharp green beard. "Do you follow the direction in which the brigade left? Or do you go the opposite way and go away from the gates? Or even simply find a secluded place around the capital to hide, doesn't it mean that the most dangerous place is the safest?"

Song Qingshu thought about the feasibility of these ways one by one, but in the end they all turned into a long sigh.

It's not that Song Qingshu thinks that these paths are not good, but it is really difficult to implement, and one of the moats in the middle is Gonggong Hai.

His light skills really made Song Qingshu daunting, not to mention that he can only exert seventy or eighty percent of his strength now, even when he was in his heyday, Song Qingshu did not have the confidence to run away under his nose.

In fact, the real safe way is tantamount to inviting Zhang Sanfeng, as long as there is Zhang Sanfeng in Yiqiē, the problem is not a problem, but Zhang Sanfeng is far away in Wudang, and far water cannot quench the thirst.

Thinking that his retreat was an unsolvable dead end, Song Qingshu sighed at the same time, but he had to press it in the bottom of his heart, the so-called is that there is wine today and drunk today, and tomorrow will be sad tomorrow, since there is no way now, instead of worrying about the sky, it is better to relax, maybe when will it be a flash of inspiration.

"At the same time, Daddy's journey back may not be as simple as I thought. Leaving his own affairs aside, Song Qingshu thought of the evacuation of Song Yuanqiao and the others again, "This is the Beijing-Tianjin area, the political and cultural center of the Yuan Dynasty, and tens of thousands of troops gathered here, as long as the imperial court orders it." It can be sealed off in all directions in no time. Once Daddy, they were out of my sight. The road behind. If you are ambushed by the imperial court, the consequences are unimaginable. ”

"Looks like we need a ventilator. Although Song Qingshu's injury has not fully recovered, it does not affect his thinking, and at this moment, his thinking is more divergent, and he thinks carefully about the little things that are usually difficult to pay attention to, after all, this retreat is related to the life and death of thousands of martial arts masters, once something goes wrong. Although the blow to the entire martial arts will not collapse from now on, it is conceivable that it will be difficult to recover in a hundred years.

"If only Yingwu were still there. Thinking of this, Song Qingshu couldn't help but miss the green-haired parrot a little, and he didn't know what happened to it now, he asked it to follow Lan Cai'er, but now he misses it a little.

"Qingshu. ”

At this moment, the Wudang people, who had already breathed a little, came over.

"Daddy, uncles. Song Qingshu stood up and saluted everyone.

"How are you?" Song Yuanqiao asked expressionlessly, but Song Qingshu noticed a trace of concern flashing in his eyes.

A hint of warmth flashed in my heart. Shaking his head, he said, "It's not a big deal. ”

"That's good. Song Yuanqiao was silent for a while. Nodding his head, he asked, "What's your plan next?"

"After everyone adjusts a little, move immediately. Song Qingshu said without hesitation, "I hold Emperor Yuan Shun hostage here to involve their energy, and then there is Wuji's junior brother to escort them along the way, and at the same time issue an order, so that the surrounding troops gather to respond, as long as they enter the army, everyone will have time to recover, and once you fellow martial arts practitioners have cultivated to the end, the problem will naturally be solved, that is, Gonggong Hai personally will face the siege of everyone, and he will not be able to eat and walk around." ”

Song Yuanqiao stared at Song Qingshu and did not speak, although he knew that doing so would undoubtedly make Song Qingshu die for life, but Song Qingshu, as the leader of the martial arts alliance, naturally had to take responsibility, even if he was his own son.

Although Wudang belongs to the Taoist faction, it is somewhat similar to the Quanzhen Sect back then, it is the integration of the three religions, and the door does not require a monk, and Song Yuanqiao is undoubtedly deeply influenced by Confucianism, whether it is a person or a father, so although he knows that Song Qingshu's trip is a life of nine deaths, he did not object, and even a word of concern.

But he didn't say it, it didn't mean that others agreed, Mo Shenggu immediately objected, he and Song Qingshu grew up together, and the martial arts were taught by Song Yuanqiao on behalf of the teacher, and Song Qingshu was called uncle and nephew, but in fact, he was a brother, so he naturally couldn't bear to see Song Qingshu kill himself, so he said, "No, Qingshu didn't hesitate to go deep into the tiger's den tonight in order to steal the antidote, and he was seriously injured. ”

"Yes, Qingshu can't be broken. ”

"Qingshu is the first disciple of my Wudang three generations, and he will inherit the mantle in the future, how can he break it. ”

"Exactly, and although Qingshu is the leader of the alliance, he has done enough tonight, and he can let him die in vain. ”

As soon as Mo Shenggu's voice fell, several other people in Wudang also opened their mouths one after another, expressing their opposition from different angles.

Song Yuanqiao looked at everyone indifferently, did not interrupt their words, just listened quietly.

Then after everyone finished speaking, they looked at him again, and when they asked him to make up his mind, he said slowly, "He is the leader of the alliance, this is his responsibility, if he doesn't do it, who will do it?"

There are left and right alliance leaders in the alliance, namely Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji, at this time, it is either Song Qingshu or Zhang Wuji, but Song Qingshu is their nephew, what does Zhang Wuji taste? The palms and backs of the hands are full of meat, what do you let them say, besides, Zhang Cuishan is still here, let his son stay to face a terrifying enemy, the ending of nine deaths and life, even if the relationship between the brothers and sisters is good, but they can't withstand such a toss, so everyone is silent.

Zhang Cuishan wanted to open his mouth and let Zhang Wuji stay, but it was not that he was not worried about him, but compared to Song Qingshu's state at this time, it was obvious that Zhang Wuji had a much greater chance of surviving, but he thought of the brotherhood of his teacher, so why didn't Song Yuanqiao veto his idea without hesitation.

"Although Mowgli looks more suitable than Qingshu, but on the way back, no one knows what will happen, and when the time comes, it will be difficult to escape from Dadu, and he will be laughing and generous, so Mowgli needs to follow the large army just in case, after all, this represents more than half of the strength of the martial arts, once it is damaged, the rivers and lakes will be in ruins. ”

At this point, what else can the crowd say?

However, Song Qingshu is not as pessimistic as everyone else, although he is not bound to die in the end, he is not sure to die, the avenue is fifty days and forty-nine, leaving a glimmer of life, as long as it has not reached the last step, there is no conclusion on the coffin, who knows what the ending is.

So he comforted, "Uncle don't worry, with the emperor in my hands, I'll be fine." (To be continued......)