Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 82 Small talk
Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi, who were listening to the old Taoist talk, were baffled. In the end, it was Song Qingshu who told them the news he got in Butterfly Valley, which made them understand the meaning of "seeking revenge for medicine".

Zhang Songxi said excitedly: "Master, let me go to the Western Regions too!"

The old Taoist shook his head and said: "It's useless to go to so many people. With Lianzhou and Shenggu, plus Qingshu and Yaoqin, it's enough. You'd better go to Shaolin Temple to pick up Liting."

Zhang Songxi snorted: "Whoever wants to pick him up should let him suffer a bit in Shaolin, so as not to cause trouble in the future."

Song Yuanqiao gave a "tsk" and said, "Even if you want to kill him, you have to bring him back first before killing him."

The old Taoist clapped his hands and said: "It's decided over there, Yuan Qiao and Songxi, you can leave tomorrow. Qing Shu and Yao Qin just came back, so why don't you leave after a few days?"

Song Qingshu shook his head and said: "We will also set off tomorrow, and arrive at the Western Regions one day earlier, and get the medicine one day earlier." After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Yang Yaoqin, only to see Yang Yaoqin also nodded.

"You little white-eyed wolf, I don't spend much time with your mother when I come back. You have been raised for nothing." Song Yuanqiao seemed to be very keen on taking pictures of the back of Song Qingshu's head.

Song Qingshu was slapped by his father without any reaction, and then he resigned to Zhang Sanfeng.

And Song Yuanqiao followed his son and went out, needless to say, the two of them went to find Ling Xueyan.

And Zhang Songxi also bowed to Zhang Sanfeng and resigned.

Only Zhang Sanfeng and Yang Yaoqin were left in the room.

Yang Yaoqin watched Song Qingshu leave with a gloomy expression.

Zhang Sanfeng saw it, stroked her hair and said: "Your parents have been missing for five years. We have searched all over the world in the past five years, but we have not found any clues. When your parents entrusted you to me, then You can stay in Wudang with peace of mind until they come to pick you up."

Yang Yaoqin nodded sadly and said: "Grandfather, uncles and mother Yan are all very kind to me, I am very happy in Wudang."

"Well, Yan Niang treats you like her own daughter, and often talks about you when you are not around, so you should go and see her too."

Yang Yaoqin hummed crisply, then got up and left the room.

The old man was left alone to watch the direction in which the crowd left, and immediately suppressed the smile on his face.

"Shaolin! What a Shaolin!"

His voice suddenly sounded, and the next moment, many cracks appeared on the surface of all the porcelain in the room at the same time, but none of the porcelain was broken, not even a drop of water leaked from the teacups on the table.

And when Yang Yaoqin walked to Yanniang's small courtyard, she heard Song Qingshu talking about Wuchang, and Yanniang's happy voice came from time to time.

She walked to the door, but didn't go in. She just listened quietly to the voices of the people in the house. She couldn't bear to disturb the family happiness of the family of three.

But at this moment, the door suddenly opened, and Song Qingshu appeared at the door, and asked her softly, "Why don't you come in?"

After finishing speaking, he pulled up her sleeves and led her into the house.

As soon as Ling Xueyan saw Yang Yaoqin, she immediately walked over, grabbed Yang Yaoqin's arms, and kept looking her up and down.

"Tanned and thinner, but still so beautiful." Ling Xueyan said distressedly.

When Yang Yaoqin heard it, she couldn't bear the emotion in her heart any longer, and hugged Ling Xueyan: "Yan Niang." Then she began to sob softly.

Ling Xueyan glared at Song Qingshu and Song Yuanqiao by the way, father and son looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"Don't cry, don't cry. Is this kid Qingshu bullying you? Tell Yanniang, and Yanniang will teach her a lesson for you."

Yang Yaoqin buried her head in Ling Xueyan's arms, shook her head and did not speak.

But Ling Xueyan guessed a little bit, knowing that this little girl might miss her parents, she couldn't help hugging her tightly in distress, stroking Yang Yaoqin's waterfall-like long hair with her palm.

For a while, the whole room became quiet. Song Yuanqiao and Song Qingshu exchanged winks, discussing whether to go out first.

And Ling Xueyan comforted Yang Yaoqin, tears fell down and fell on Yang Yaoqin's hair.

Yang Yaoqin seemed to feel the wetness of the teardrops, so she raised her head and saw Ling Xueyan was crying, so she reached out and wiped the corners of Ling Xueyan's eyes, and then wiped the corners of her own eyes.

Instead, she comforted Ling Xueyan: "Yan Niang, don't cry, Yaoqin is healed, don't cry."

Ling Xueyan heard that Yang Yaoqin comforted herself instead, so she suppressed the sadness in her heart, and said to Yang Yaoqin: "Let's go, our mother and son go out to talk, and ignore those elders."

After finishing speaking, she took Yang Yaoqin's hand and left the room, not knowing where she went.

But Song Yuanqiao and his son were left in the room, and they were a little confused for a while, unable to figure out what the two women were thinking.

The father and son stayed alone in the room, and they didn't know what to say, and they were a little silent. It was Song Qingshu who broke the embarrassing situation first.

"Father, did Miejue Shitai come to Wuchang later?"

For some reason, Song Yuanqiao's heart suddenly widened. Looking at his son who was no longer short in front of him, I felt a feeling that the child had grown up.

He looked at Song Qingshu and said, "Well, here we come, the third day after you left."

"Then what happened afterwards?" Song Qingshu asked again.

"After Juejue Shitai came to Wuchang, she found us through the Xiongfeng Escort Bureau. After your Aunt Ji told the ins and outs of the incident, she first took it out on her father, saying that she blamed me for standing idly by Wudang. You are so angry People are not angry."

Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing: "If I had just stood by and watched, I'm afraid no one from her Emei faction would have survived!"

Song Yuanqiao waved his hand and said, "So you and Miejue Shitai have no way to reason."

"Master Miejue has the Yitian sword too, dad, have you ever been injured?"

"How is it possible? My father doesn't want to know as much as her. She doesn't want the kindness of traveling thousands of miles to Wuchang for my father. My father still misses your sixth uncle's marriage. Otherwise, who cares about her life and death of the Emei sect."

"Well, I asked Laifeng to inform you at the beginning, mainly because of Uncle Six, I wanted to have a good relationship with Emei, but who knew that Juejue Shitai really bit Lu Dongbin like a dog."

"This crazy woman!"

The father and son shared the same hatred and made fun of Miejue Shitai.

Song Qingshu asked again: "Then what happened afterwards? Aunt Six and Miejue Shitai returned to Emei just like this?"

Song Yuanqiao was in high spirits and said, "What do you think? Is Miejue Shitai the kind of person who suffers? She felt sorry for the death of so many disciples in Emei, and she had nowhere to vent her anger, so she chopped off all the bandits and bullies around Wuchang. The heads were thrown into the river one by one to feed the fish, and hundreds of people died, and this was considered to appease the anger."

When Song Qingshu heard it, he immediately had a new understanding of Miejue Shitai's cruelty.

At this moment, Song Yuanqiao suddenly asked him: "Do you know about Shishui Shuangsha?"

Song Qingshu thought for a while, nodded and said, "I know, but I'm not familiar."

Song Yuanqiao nodded and said: "How do you know someone like that? The boss of Shishui Shuangsha saw Miejue Shitai throwing a human head into the water, so he went to trouble Miejue Shitai, saying that it is not allowed to throw things into the river. Pay."

Song Qingshu was taken aback when he heard this, this Nie Da is really a fool, he dared to ask Miejue Shitai for money.

"The results of it?"

"As a result, Miejue Shitai took his hand and threw his head into the water."

"What about Nie Er?"

"Seeing that his elder brother's head had been chopped off, Nie Er jumped into the water to look for him. He didn't come up until Miejue Shitai left."

"The Shushui Shuangsha is also deeply affectionate. Nie Er dared to jump into the water knowing that he would die in the water. It's really..."

While Song Qingshu was talking, Song Yuanqiao suddenly interrupted him and said, "Qingshu! You need to know that emphasizing love and righteousness is a good thing, but if you take risks for the sake of love, that's not a good thing. Parents want you to be safe For the rest of my life, even if I lose my friendship, I still have to save my own life!"

In fact, Song Qingshu didn't agree with his father's words in his heart, because he knew that Song Yuanqiao himself was a person who valued love and righteousness. He could give up his life for brotherhood, and as his son, he was deeply influenced by him, and How can you be so cold-blooded as to be alone?

But he still nodded, not wanting to reject his father's painstaking efforts.

"Then what happened afterwards? Did Miejue Shitai return to Emei?"

Song Yuanqiao nodded and said: "Well, I heard that she took many little girls with her on the way back to Emei. This time Emei suffered heavy casualties, and she really needs some fresh blood urgently."

"Well, yes."

"The Emei faction is probably going to stop for a few years. But your sixth uncle's marriage is probably going to stop for a few years."

Song Qingshu was startled when he heard what Song Yuanqiao said, and he immediately understood that the Emei faction is short of talents now, and Ji Xiaofu, as a person that Miejue Shi valued too much, would be even less likely to leave Emei. Xiaofu's temperament may not be able to leave Emei at this time.

Song Yuanqiao and Song Qingshu couldn't help sighing at the same time, this ill-fated love.

At this time, Song Yuanqiao suddenly said: "Have you come back to see your third uncle?"

"not yet."

"Then go and see him, and tell him the good news."

"Well. Here we go."

After all, Song Qingshu walked out of the room first, and came to Yu Daiyan's small courtyard after a cup of tea.

I saw Yu Daiyan was lying on a deck chair in the courtyard basking in the sun, when he heard someone approaching, he raised his head and looked over, and after seeing that it was Song Qingshu, he lowered his head again.

Song Qingshu walked up to him and half knelt down, shouting: "Third Uncle."

Yu Daiyan closed his eyes tightly, letting the sun shine directly on his face, as if he was fast asleep.

"Third Uncle?" Song Qingshu called again.

Yu Daiyan was still snoring slightly at this moment.

Seeing this, Song Qingshu said with a smile: "It seems that the third uncle is living quite comfortably, so I'd better not let Hu Qingniu disturb him."

After finishing speaking, Song Qingshu turned around and left.

At this time, Yu Daiyan stretched his waist as if he had just woken up from a big dream, as if he had just seen Song Qingshu, and asked in surprise: "Qingshu? When did you come back?"

This time it was Song Qingshu's turn to pretend not to hear, and walked out without stopping, but Yu Daiyan's eager voice came from behind him.

"Stop for me, you brat!"

(End of this chapter)