Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

Chapter 19, Song Qingshu’s ensemble with the woman in yellow shirt
Qi Mu had been waiting in the distance, and saw Yu Lianzhou leaving and walked over quickly.

He had overheard a bit of the previous conversation between Song Qingshu and Yu Lianzhou.

"Son..."

"But you want to find Ji Xiaofu?"

Song Qingshu looked at the beautiful scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait and felt relaxed and happy.

"Not urgent."

"There will be food and wine, let's talk while we eat."

"Yes, Lao Qi is confused." Qi Mu patted his forehead with an embarrassed look.

"come..."

The people below quickly took out the prepared wine and food and put them on the table.

Ready in a moment.

After Song Qingshu sat down, he drank a glass of wine, let the river wind beat him, and listened to the birds chirping in his ears.

Don't have a flavor.

"Lao Qi, you also sit down."

"Not so polite."

Qi Mu smiled naively and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no."

Although Song Qingshu is easy to talk to, he knows his status very well.

Song Qingshu was giving him face, but he couldn't really think that he had face.

"Haha." Song Qingshu laughed looking at Qi Mu's appearance.

He pulled Qi Mu and sat down.

"Okay, you're welcome."

"I don't have that many rules."

"fine."

"Thank you, Master!" Qi Mu was held down by Song Qingshu, and he was shocked. Song Qingshu's seemingly young arms were so strong.

The moment he was pulled by Song Qingshu, he wanted to stand. After all, rules are rules.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, a burst of internal energy came from Song Qingshu's hand, which directly suppressed him.

So strong!

Worthy of being a Wudang disciple.

"Old Qi, how good are you at Tianying Sect?" Song Qingshu asked casually.

In the moment of pulling, he had a rough understanding of Qi Mu's strength.

Qi Mu poured a glass of wine for Song Qingshu: "It's not bad."

"We, the helmsmen and captains, are all the same."

"We can't compare to other big sects. We are small players after all."

"Old Qi, you are so humble." Song Qingshu smiled. Although he didn't travel much, he still knew some things.

The Tianying Sect's helmsman is not bad, and he is also a figure in the world.

"Just a few more years to live." Qi Mu showed his signature innocent smile and picked up a glass of wine.

"Sir, please."

Song Qingshu gestured and drank it all in one gulp: "After passing these two banks, we go to Jinbian Ji's house in Hanyang."

"How much do you know about Ji Xiaofu?"

Qi Mu thought for a moment and said, "I know a little bit."

"Some time ago, the Emei Sect and Wudang Mountain were looking for people, and we know some."

"They are all operating in the Jiangnan area, which happens to be the scope of activities of the Sky Eagle Sect."

"Young master are you looking for?"

"Do you need me to send a message to Tianying to teach other brothers?"

"There's no rush." ​​Song Qingshu waved his hand: "Let's talk about it after we get to Hanyang."

"How much do you know about Emei?"

"Tell me."

Qi Mu was a little embarrassed at this time: "Sir, we have a lot of conflicts with the Emei Sect."

"But when it comes to understanding, I really don't know."

"After all, they are far apart."

"However, there is a disciple of the Emei Sect who has emerged in recent years and is very powerful."

"Who?" Song Qingshu asked curiously.

Qi Mu said in a deep voice: "Ding Minjun, this woman is ruthless, no worse than Master Miejie."

"Ding Minjun..." Song Qingshu burst into laughter.

"He's a ruthless man."

"I know, let someone check this Ding Minjun."

"Well... there's some dirty stuff at the end."

Although Qi Mu was confused, he didn't ask any more questions: "Yes."

"It may take time. The Emei Sect is a bit far away from us. The most we can do is inquire from their disciples."

"That's enough." Song Qingshu smiled: "Check first."

"I met the disciples of the Emei Sect and talked to them to verify it. All you have to do is collect it."

"Okay!" Qi Mu responded directly, stood up and prepared: "I'll make arrangements now."

Song Qingshu waved his hand and motioned Qi Mu to sit down: "There's no rush."

"Tell me about the Sky Eagle Cult."

"I am still considered half a member of the Sky Eagle Sect. I don't know anything, which is hard to explain."

Hearing this, Qi Mu was a little embarrassed. Song Qingshu was from Wudang Mountain, and the Seven Heroes of Wudang were all decent people.

The things of the Sky Eagle Sect are somewhat not allowed by the righteous.

He didn't get along with Song Qingshu for a long time, so he couldn't stand Song Qingshu.

"Son..."

Song Qingshu smiled and said: "Do you think I look like a pedantic person? If my pedantic godmother Yin Susu won't recognize me, neither will King Yin? Right?"

"Go ahead."

"If you don't tell me, I will know about it later, but I'm afraid the taste will change by then."

As he spoke, he paused slightly and continued.

"For the same thing, righteous people and heretics have different opinions."

Qi Mu thought it was right. Song Qingshu had now left Wudang Mountain and had to deal with many things.

Even if he didn't say it, Song Qingshu would see it and know it.

"Row!"

"What do you want to know, Master?"

"I will tell you everything you can say, but some things may not be possible."

"Okay." Song Qingshu didn't intend to inquire about the secret, he just wanted to know more.

Qi Mu began to tell, Song Qingshu occasionally asked and rarely commented.

At first Qi Mu was a little bit cover-up, but later seeing that Song Qingshu's face remained calm, he simply let go.

"Sir, all we kill are those who deserve to be killed."

"The world calls us the Demon Cult, but we are much better than many decent people." "For example, those beggars from the Beggar Gang do bad things."

"Haisha Sect, Shen Fist Sect, Giant Whale Gang, these second-rate people don't do human affairs, they do salt smuggling, selling, everything."

"And they are also evil-minded and do a lot of killing and robbery."

"We also want to live."

"..."

Song Qingshu also heard about these things, but now he still feels confused when he hears Qi Mu say it.

Burning, killing, looting, banditry, and pirates are everywhere.

"It's a mess."

Saiki sighed: "Yes, it's very messy."

"This world is about eating people. Either you eat people or people eat you."

"The common people are suffering, the traders are suffering, and the people in the Jianghu are also suffering."

"The Yuan Dynasty is killing people, setting up sentries everywhere, and charging all kinds of fees completely randomly."

"If you don't like it, just kill him."

"If our group had not met the leader, it would have been a question of whether we could survive."

After three rounds of drinking, Qi Mu also drank a lot. In addition, after talking so much with Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu didn't feel disgusted at all.

He spoke under the influence of wine.

"Sir, I know that your skills are extraordinary, but most of these people are villains."

"For a meal, I will do anything."

"Young master, you'd better be careful."

"The farmers who used to farm became robbers for the sake of stuttering."

"The former guard of the big mansion, but now his family is in decline, he has directly started to seize the mountain and become the king."

Song Qingshu knew that Qi Mu was thinking: "Don't worry, I will be careful."

"Thank you."

Qi Mu smiled naively: "Young master, I'll go arrange some things."

Song Qingshu went back to the house to practice after standing outside for a long time.

After leaving Wudang Mountain, strength is everything. Although there is an escort from the Sky Eagle Gang, it does not mean danger.

Killing people and stealing goods, as long as they are dealt with cleanly.

Big power, or decent people, no one cares about these.

Living is fundamental.

Countless people fell into the trap of bandits and robbed their homes just for a bite of food.

Three days passed in a flash.

Night falls, on the deck of a merchant ship.

Song Qingshu was dressed as a scholar, holding a folding fan in his hand, and looked like a handsome young man.

Qi Mu's naked body, with distinct muscles, was practicing a set of claw skills on it.

Song Qingshu occasionally gave some suggestions.

As a disciple of Wudang, before Zhang Wuji appeared, he was truly the favorite of all.

He knows a little bit about fists and kicks, sword skills, and claw skills.

In particular, he had seen too much about the claw technique. Second Master Yu Lianzhou practiced it often and created it again in the hands of Grand Master's Tiger Claw.

The "Tiger Claw Juehu Shou" technique has been approved by the Grand Master, which shows that it is extraordinary.

Qi Mu has been extremely excited these days. After getting Song Qingshu's advice, he has made rapid progress.

He felt that his strength had improved again.

I sighed in my heart, Wudang is worthy of being a Wudang, these wild people are really incomparable to the big sect.

Song Qingshu knew more than them at such a young age.

"This is life!"

"This is much more comfortable than Wudang."

Song Qingshu looked at Qi Mu who was practicing, at the mountains on both sides of the strait and the turbulent rivers, and a burst of pride suddenly rose in his heart.

This is the life he wants, to travel to the ends of the world with his sword and live a happy life.

Although it was pleasant to be in Wudang, it was too comfortable.

He picked up the erhu beside him and played the famous song in his memory.

That was the world he longed for.

Canghai laughed!

"A laugh from the sea surges across both sides of the Taiwan Strait."

"Floating with the waves, only remembering the present."

"The sky is laughing and the world is booming."

"..."

As a lyric played on the erhu, Qi Mu's rehearsed movements slowly stopped, as did the people on the boat.

Bold, optimistic, free and easy, unrestrained, traveling to the end of the world.

They once entered the world like this, and then...

At this moment, there was no sound on the boat, only the sound of the river water and the strong wind.

Everyone is immersed in it.

Song Qingshu's somewhat immature voice sang out their hearts and their yearnings.

Joy, anger, sorrow, joy and endless desire reveal heroism and a hint of ridicule.

The heroic voice echoed on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

Song Qingshu's voice was a little restrained at the beginning, but at the end it was unrestrained, roaring with all his might.

Just when everyone was immersed in concentration, the sound of the piano came from afar, melodious, and a kind of emotional charm that was soul-stirring.

The erhu and the piano play together skillfully.

Song Qingshu was shocked. The sound of the piano blended perfectly with his erhu. This was his first time playing this piece of music.

After just one play, the person was able to remember it and replace the erhu with the piano.

This is no ordinary person.

Looking up, I saw bright red lights on a merchant ship in the distance.

Vaguely, he saw a woman in a yellow shirt sitting outside the boat with a guqin in front of her.

At this moment, the two people's eyes seemed to be touching.

"I couldn't hold it back for a moment, so please don't mind, sir."

A voice sounded in Song Qingshu's ears, clear and sweet, neither slow nor hasty.

"Very good! Very good!" Song Qingshu laughed.

"Trouble girl."

At this time, his interest was so high that he didn't even notice that the woman was dozens of miles away from him, but her voice clearly reached his ears.

I just think the ensemble is better.

Take a swig.

The bold, free and easy voice continued to sound.

(End of this chapter)