Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 71 The Cause of Death and the Fire

Song Qingshu looked at his father's slightly round face. Although his personality was indifferent, he couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart at the moment. He knew that his father had said so much today, but there was actually only one meaning, which was to make him cherish his body while taking advantage of it. Young let go to do it, and Wudang will take care of him if there is a problem.

But the more this happened, the more he felt the burden on his shoulders became heavier. Before, he only felt that he was living for himself, at most for his parents, but now he suddenly felt that he needed to live for more people , just like what my father said, if you are in the rivers and lakes, you will be bound by the rivers and lakes.

But Song Qingshu couldn't help thinking of another idea that surprised him. Since there are too many constraints in this world, it's better to break the world and do whatever you want then?But he changed his mind and put the thought behind him.

"Father, do you know what happened here?"

"Well, the wind has told me."

"But there's one thing he doesn't know either."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

Song Qingshu glanced at Ji Xiaofu, saw that after he mentioned this topic, Ji Xiaofu looked pale, Song Yuanqiao followed her son's gaze to look at Ji Xiaofu, she bit her lip and said: "Song... Brother, all the Emei disciples who came to Wuchang this time, except me, are all dead."

"What?!" Song Yuanqiao stood up in surprise, "Don't talk about such things!"

Ji Xiaofu immediately shook her head with tears in her eyes: "This is..."

Song Qingshu interjected: "This is what we saw with our own eyes."

Song Yuanqiao frowned and sat down, without saying a word, stroked his beard and meditated, and asked Ji Xiaofu after a while, "Did you tell Miejue Shitai about this?"

Ji Xiaofu nodded and said: "I sent a letter to Emei with the carrier pigeon of the Xiongfeng Escort. The master should have received the letter by now, but I don't know if she will get angry."

Song Yuanqiao snorted and said, "It's inevitable to be furious, not to mention Miejueshi is too much, anyone else would be furious."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and said to Song Qingshu: "Where's the corpse of Emei disciple?"

"Still placed in place, never moved."

"Confused, how can you just leave it like that in this kind of weather, don't you know how to restrain yourself?"

Yang Yaoqin suddenly said: "Uncle Song, it's not that Qingshu doesn't restrain himself, but that the cause of death of Emei disciple is strange, and the body is not rotten. He just wants to restrain himself after you come to see it."

When Song Yuanqiao heard that Yang Yaoqin defended his son, he was overjoyed. He and Ling Xueyan loved this girl very much. When they talked about her before falling asleep at night, they hoped that she could be their daughter-in-law. After all, Yang Yaoqin's family background is also the top of the martial arts. Although Song Qingshu is four or five years older than Song Qingshu, but Song Qingshu has a unique physique and looks like a person of the same age, so there is no problem.

At this time, when he heard Yang Yaoqin say this, he said softly to her: "So that's the case, Yaoqin was thoughtful. Your Yanniang was still talking about you a few days ago, saying that you are not on the mountain anymore. No one spoke."

Yang Yaoqin also smiled slightly and said, "I miss Yanniang too."

Song Yuanqiao looked like a father-in-law looking at his daughter-in-law, and Song Qingshu suddenly felt a chill. He hurriedly said to his father, "Father, let me take you to see those Emei disciples."

Song Yuanqiao stood up now, waved his hand and said to Song Qingshu: "Lead the way ahead."

After all, the group left the city in a mighty way, and arrived at the Ming Mansion in less than a moment. The gate of the high-walled compound was still closed, but Ji Xiaofu gently pushed the gate open as soon as she stretched out her hand.

Song Yuanqiao walked in first, and saw the courtyard full of corpses. As Yang Yaoqinruo said, there was no corruption in the scorching summer.

But this time when Song Qingshu came here, he could faintly smell a rotten smell in the air. He looked at the corpses on the ground, and wondered if these corpses had started to rot?
Sure enough, after a careful inspection, Song Yuanqiao said to several people: "It's not that the corpses won't rot, but that they all died under the vicious internal force, which makes the corpses last for many days in the hot summer." Rotten. If you don’t believe me, take a closer look, the smell in the air has already begun to smell rancid.”

After hearing this, Ji Xiaofu and the others sniffed it carefully, and they really smelled a rancid smell.

Ji Xiaofu couldn't help but said: "Brother Song, can you see who did it?"

Song Yuanqiao shook his head: "No matter who did it, what I'm most curious about is how they were killed."

"Master, didn't you say that they were killed by vicious internal forces?" Ren Laifeng said, "Why would you be curious about how they were killed?"

Liu Sipiao patted him on the head and said: "The Master means, why didn't they show signs of resistance during their lifetime, so many people were killed by one person at the same time, and who did it?"

"Senior sister is still smart, hehe." Ren Laifeng rubbed his head and smiled.

Song Qingshu asked his father: "Could it be someone from Mingjiao?"

Song Yuanqiao shook his head: "It's hard to say, there is one person in the Ming Cult who has such vicious internal power, but people who are killed by him often lose all their blood and become human beings, not like this."

Ji Xiaofu said: "Brother, are you talking about the Green Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao?"

Song Yuanqiao nodded: "Not bad."

Song Qingshu asked: "The Green Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao? Who is that?"

Ji Xiaofu explained to him: "Mingjiao has four great dharma kings, purple, white, gold, and blue. Among them, this green is the green-winged bat king Wei Yixiao. It is said that he specializes in sucking human blood and is extremely vicious."

Song Qingshu nodded and said: "So, it's really possible that Mingjiao did it. But how did they kill so many people at the same time?"

Song Yuanqiao also shook his head, expressing his confusion.

Ren Laifeng suddenly said at this moment: "I know!"

Everyone turned their eyes to him, wanting to hear what he had to say.

Ren Laifeng said mysteriously: "It must have been the Mongolian sweat medicine! It stunned them all, and then killed them one by one."

After hearing this, Liu Sipiao stepped on his instep and said angrily: "You are so stupid, so many people need so much sweat medicine to faint, and this is outdoors, the sweat medicine is blown away by the wind. scattered."

Only then did Ren Laifeng smile mischievously, and stopped talking.

Song Yuanqiao said, "It's not impossible."

Song Qingshu continued: "Then it must be a very powerful drug."

The two of them said this, but they didn't think about it, but they didn't know that sometimes the most impossible thing was the truth.

Ji Xiaofu saw that Song Yuanqiao had completed the survey, and asked, "Brother, what should I do now?"

Song Yuanqiao said: "Now that the corpses have begun to rot, I suggest burning them all and bringing the ashes back to Emei."

"But the master didn't come, I..." Ji Xiaofu hesitated.

Song Yuanqiao waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I'm here, and I'll tell her when Juejue Shitai comes."

"Then, okay." Ji Xiaofu had no other choice but to agree with Song Yuanqiao's opinion.

So it took the six people all morning to move the corpses of all the Emei disciples out of the courtyard, set up a pile of firewood in an open space, and place all the corpses of the Emei disciples properly one by one.

In the end, Ji Xiaofu threw the torch into the pyre. Looking at the blazing fire, she suddenly collapsed on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

At this moment, a gust of wild wind suddenly blew up the burning flames, and a fire tornado shot into the sky with a bang, dazzling the sky above the fire, and a black dragon formed by thick smoke Hovering in the fire tornado, the sound of the firewood and corpses burning was the roar of the black dragon, which seemed strange and majestic.

Seeing this astonishing scene, everyone couldn't help but stand in place, but as the flames burned hotter and the temperature around them rose higher and higher, Liu Sipiao couldn't bear it first and backed away, followed by Ji Xiaofu and Ren Xiaofu. When the wind came, it was Yang Yaoqin at the end, while Song Yuanqiao and Song Qingshu father and son were still standing in place, letting the fire snake spit out, testing around the two of them, but finally retreated helplessly. It wasn't the hot flame that was spewing just now, but just the bean sprouts of the evening light.

The fire burned for more than two hours before it could barely subside, and it took more than an hour before it was slowly extinguished. The land with a radius of several feet was burned into a piece of black soil, and only a pile of white ash remained in the center.

Ji Xiaofu took the densely packed bag she found from the Ming Mansion, and put the pile of ashes into the bag bit by bit. Ji Xiaofu wiped her tears while loading it, and was in great pain in her heart. Instead of helping, she gave this moment to herself and let her say goodbye to her classmates one by one.

Until the end, all the ashes were put into the pocket almost without any consideration, but Ji Xiaofu couldn't help crying loudly anymore, sobbing in her mouth: "Such a big...so big person, in the end... In the end, there is only so much left, only so much left..."

These words were so sad that Liu Sipiao and Yang Yaoqin couldn't help but their eyes were red, so they walked over and sat beside Ji Xiaofu, and gently hugged her arm again, hoping to give her some comfort.

After a long time, Ji Xiaofu gradually stopped crying, and saw that she tied the bag tightly in her hands little by little, leaving no gaps, then hugged the bag, and slowly bent down towards Song Yuanqiao.

Song Yuanqiao walked over to help her up, and said to her: "Brothers and sisters, people cannot be resurrected after death, so don't cry to ruin your body."

Ji Xiaofu wiped the tears from her face and said, "Thank you, big brother. Without you, Xiaofu really doesn't know what to do. Now that the corpses of the same family have been restrained, Xiaofu will wait for the master to come and tell the truth about the situation." Master, thank you for what you should be thankful for, and revenge for what you should take revenge for!"

She said the last two words fiercely, and the murderous look in her eyes reminded Song Qingshu of the majesty she had when she rushed into the small green brick courtyard with Yitian sword and captured Mingjiao disciples.

Song Yuanqiao didn't know how to persuade her for a while, so he sighed and stopped talking. After all, Emei suffered heavy casualties this time, and it really couldn't be comforted by just a few words of comfort.

"Since the place has been dealt with properly, let's go back to the inn. Counting the days, Miejue Shitai is probably coming in a few days." Song Yuanqiao said.

As soon as Song Qingshu on the side heard that Miejue Shitai was coming, a strange look flashed across his face. After all, he and Zhang Sanfeng once cheated Miejue Shitai. If they meet again this time, what will Miejue Shitai do? After all, she is in a fit of anger, so it's not appropriate to stand up.

So Song Qingshu said to his father: "Father, Yaoqin and I are going to set off to find Diegu today, so we won't wait for Miejue Shitai with you."

At the same time, she gave Yang Yaoqin a wink, and Yang Yaoqin understood everything, and said, "Yes, uncle, we have been in Wuchang for a long time, and we should continue on our way."

Although Song Yuanqiao was reluctant to let his son go, but thinking of what he and his master did in Emei, he couldn't help but rubbed his brows and said: "Well, it's good to see you again, so as not to hurt your friendship. Then you might as well leave now."

"Forehead……"

(End of this chapter)