Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start.

Qi Mu and others looked at Young Master Song Qingshu with dim eyes.

From the time they followed Song Qingshu, the young master never forced them to do anything, even asking them about arrangements.

As for what they did, Young Master would laugh it off most of the time.

Whether it was their arrangements or conflicts with people in the martial arts world, Song Qingshu basically ignored them.

Even if what they did was somewhat radical, Song Qingshu didn't mention it at all.

But this time, they didn't care about their own lives and wanted to repay Song Qingshu. This happened to be Song Qingshu's bottom line.

They knew that Song Qingshu was worried about them, but something had to be done.

Even if Song Qingshu wanted to destroy them, this would be the case.

At least they didn't regret it.

"Master...there are some things that need to be done." Liu Bai's extremely deep voice sounded.

"We know that Young Master is worried about everyone, but we also have people we are worried about."

"Young master, we can't do anything about you, but Wudang... old leader, we can help."

Zhang Cang was silent on the side, but there was clearly a decision in his eyes.

Qi Mu also said nothing, but his eyes showed his determination.

Since he was preparing to end this troubled times, he has been ready to participate in the Central Plains.

Even if he was really crippled by Song Qingshu, he would have no regrets.

There are always some things in a person's life that require them to risk their lives and give up everything.

Young Master and the others can't help, then protect Wudang, protect the old leader, protect King Yin Ye, etc...

"So?" Song Qingshu looked at the three people's eyes, their eyes focused.

"What do you want to say!"

The three of Qi Mu looked at each other, and finally Qi Mu spoke slowly, with an extremely firm voice.

"Sir, I want to participate in the Central Plains!"

"As long as we don't change your arrangement, Master, we must surpass the fifteen people in Yuanshi who practice the Long Snake Sutra!"

Song Qingshu looked at Qi Mu's eyes and was shocked.

Once he really wanted Qi Mu to take over the Central Plains, but with the current situation, Qi Mu no longer has the need.

There is only endless danger when Qi Mu comes in.

Yuanshi will definitely kill Qi Kinoshita!

"Why." Song Qingshu did not sound stern again, but took a deep breath and asked.

"There's no need for you to come in now, it's too late."

"I just don't want you to seek death. I don't want you to fight."

"You know what I mean."

"In this world, as long as you don't seek death, no one can kill you. You know it very well."

"But if you come in now, you will become one of the must-killers in Yuanshi."

"I know." Qi Mu lowered his eyes and looked helplessly at Song Qingshu.

"Sir, there is no other way. There is no way to break the situation."

"In the past, I always thought that Young Master, you would suppress Wudang, the old leader, Yin Yewang and others, but you didn't suppress them, and these people all came in."

"Once the martial arts battlefield is divided, no one can predict the outcome of the battle on Guangmingding."

"Young Master, you know it well, and I know it too. Even if you make too many arrangements, Young Master, something will happen."

"Young master... you can let Wudang go. Why can't you let us go, old leader White-browed Eagle King?"

"Your father, Master Song, our second uncle Yu Erxia, our mentor, the White-browed Eagle King, etc... everyone is risking their lives, why should we be excluded?"

Song Qingshu clenched his fists and stared at Qi Mu and the others, the anger in his eyes uncontrollable.

An extremely cold voice sounded.

"Qi Mu! You want to be like Zhang Wuji and use the whole world to suppress me, right?"

"Because of Fan Yao's incident, Zhang Wuji used the whole world to pressure me and asked me to let Fan Yao go."

"Now...you want to tell me that your Qi Mu's ability is known to the world, even if I destroy you, you can still get out of Wudang, right?"

"Because you have the ability, even if you are disabled, your command ability is still there, right!"

Qi Mu, Zhang Cang, and Liu Bai didn't dare to look directly at Song Qingshu, their eyes averted.

"Master, you know I don't mean this." Qi Mu looked at Song Qingshu with complicated eyes.

"I never thought of forcing you, not before, not now, never ever."

"I just hope that Young Master will let us make our own decision for once."

"Whether it is Wudang or the old leader, they have reasons to fight for the sake of justice, and so do we."

"We just want to protect these people, and our thoughts are the same as yours."

"Sir, you have been fighting to the death, why can't we?"

"Sir, we are now able to share your burdens with you. We have grown up. Although we are not capable of fighting alongside you now, we can protect everything you care about."

"Everything you care about is everything we care about."

Hearing this, Song Qingshu suddenly laughed after being silent for a long time, but this smile contained too many emotions, a bit self-deprecating and a bit helpless.

"I let Wudang go, let Grandpa White-browed Eagle King go, but I don't let you go."

"may be……"

At this time, he felt very complicated. He let everyone go, but only suppressed Qi Mu and others.

Seeing Song Qingshu's reaction, Qi Mu and the others felt very uncomfortable.

They don't want to conflict with the young master, nor do they want him to be embarrassed, but now they must insist on this matter.

There are some things you have to do even if you die.

They are no longer the low-ranking people in the world. They are already the top masters in the world, figures standing in the pyramid.

"Sit down." Song Qingshu looked at the complicated expressions on Qi Mu and others' faces, sighed softly, and sat down directly on the steps regardless of appearance.

Qi Mu and others looked at Song Qingshu's transformation and didn't understand what Song Qingshu meant. They didn't know what to do for a while and looked at each other in confusion.

"Sit down." Song Qingshu spoke again, with a complicated smile on his face.

Qi Mu and the others did not hesitate this time and sat down slowly.

"I still remember when I first met you." Song Qingshu's voice sounded as he was lost in memories.

"At that time, I went to Wudang because I was running away from marriage. You were so inconspicuous and ordinary in my eyes."

"Lao Qi, you have that naive smile, Liu Bai, that way you smile evilly from time to time, Zhang Cang, you are like a wooden man, always alert to your surroundings."

"Mediocre martial arts, poor skills, running around for a living, working hard to have enough food for the family."

"Then...you met your second uncle."

As he said that, Song Qingshu turned to look at the three of them, with smiles on his face.

"I still remember how excited you were when my second uncle taught you martial arts."

"I see a lot of things in your eyes, the desire to learn martial arts, the improvement of strength, and hope in life."

"You just want to live."

Listening to Song Qingshu's words, Qi Mu and others relaxed their tense nerves, their faces showed nostalgia, and they sighed.

"Yeah, we're so unpopular."

"My mentor, Wudang Yu Erxia, is a martial arts hero, someone we can't touch in our lifetime."

"How can we not be excited when someone like that teaches us martial arts?"

"It is no exaggeration to say that even if we learn just one and a half moves, we will still be considered figures in the world."

At this time, several people's faces showed self-mockery.

"Those of us, who could have imagined that we would be here today."

"If your strength reaches the top level, your descendants will enter a prestigious and upright sect like Wudang."

"This kind of life is something we never dreamed of before."

"But because of you, young master, this unbelievable thing has become a reality."

“We went from being nobody, nobody knew us, to being unattainable.”

"Honestly... it's like a dream."

"..."

Song Qingshu listened quietly to the sighs and nostalgia of several people. It had been a long time since he had chatted with Qi Mu and others like this.

I don’t know when he started to become busy.

Except for Yang Xue, he rarely talks to others.

The people of Wudang are like this, so is Grandpa White-browed Eagle King, and the same is true for Qi Mu and others.

Looking back at the road I have traveled, I have grown, and so have many people.

That girl Yin Li's current strength can be considered as if she has entered the palace.

Uncle Yin Ye Wang has entered the first class.

Due to his own reasons, my grandfather, the White-browed Eagle King, practiced with peace of mind for a long time, and his strength steadily improved.

Although Qi Mu and others reached the sky in one step because of the Nine Yang Divine Art, they have now adapted to this kind of strength and identity. They are no longer weak, but are comparable to their father, grandpa White-browed Eagle King and others.

People's growth does not happen for no reason, there is always something driving it.

Are Qi Mu and others eager for strength?

Maybe they had it before, but they no longer have it. They don't have big ambitions or big desires.

They are satisfied with what they have now.

The reason why Qi Mu and others are working hard is just for themselves.

He is the motivation for Qi Mu and others to risk their lives and become stronger.

"I really hope you are just like before, really." Song Qingshu's sighing voice sounded.

"Just want to live, don't worry about anything else."

"You don't owe me anything. Your living will be good for the future of the Central Plains. Your living is very important."

Qi Mu and others laughed. They knew Song Qingshu and they were no longer afraid of Song Qingshu.

Qi Mu smiled and said: "Sir, we are not as important as Wang He, not as important as Yu Erxia, not as important as Head Song, we know very well."

"We have reached the limit, which is impossible for the top masters."

"Wang He has hope, Zhou Zhiruo has hope, Yu Erxia has habits, and so does Head Song. Everyone can become a figure like a young master."

"Top master!"

"In terms of importance, if someone must die, it is more cost-effective for us to die."

Song Qingshu glanced at Qi Mu: "You can tell."

"With half a bucket of water, how can you tell who will become the top master?"

Qi Mu didn't refute. He was indeed unsure, but at his level, he could tell a little bit.

"Sir, let us come out."

"The sooner the Central Plains calms down, the sooner the Battle of Bright Summit will end."

"We will not seek death. If we really want to die, it will be for the greater benefit. I will not do loss-making business." Qi Mu looked at Song Qingshu with a smile.

"Wudang, old leader, everyone comes out, it's unreasonable for us to hide."

"Even if we are willing to hide, what do other descendants of Wudang think of us? How can they raise their heads?"

"We are not afraid of how they walk in the martial arts world, but the descendants are frightened by people's words."

"Young master, you once said that if you are afraid of death, don't learn martial arts."

"How can we explain to our descendants if we hide?"

"We must uphold justice, and we must uphold selfishness."

"We must surpass the fifteen people in Yuanshi who practice the Long Snake Sutra, no matter what the cost."

Song Qingshu looked at his father, second uncle, grandfather, Zhou Zhiruo, and Wang He who were fighting, with helplessness in his eyes.

"The Central Plains... is all on us."

"Enjoying fame, strength, and wealth...this is the price we need to pay."

"I am like this, Wudang is like this, and you are like this too."

"Even if I really don't care about fame and wealth, I have enjoyed all of this since I was a child."

"There was a generation of people who protected us as we grew up, and now it's our turn."

"People...you get what you pay for."

"Just go how you want to go."

Song Qingshu said and stood up, with a trace of relief in his eyes.

"You are right. I should not restrict you. You have reached a level where you should take responsibility."

"Maybe I should have thought of it earlier."

"It's not that you don't have goals, it's just that you didn't have the ability to achieve them before."

Hearing this, Qi Mu and others looked at Song Qingshu's back, their eyes changing.

The young master is right, they indeed have no ambition or desire, but they want to help the young master.

Everything they have is for this purpose.

In the past, they had no ability, so they could only watch. Now that they have the ability, they must do it. Even if the end of the road is death, they accept it calmly.

They are willing!

No reason, no reason, just willing!

"I will send a message to Mongolia. Senior Du You and the masters who stayed in Mongolia with senior Shangguan will cooperate with you." Song Qingshu looked up at the sky, then turned to look at Qi Mu and the others with complicated eyes.

"The Mongolian side will tell you some secrets in the Central Plains."

"The top leaders of Wudang, Shaolin, Beggar Clan, and Mingjiao will cooperate with you."

"If you have any questions, please contact Shaolin and the Beggar Clan directly. You can trust them. Shaolin has many people in Yuanshi, and the same goes for the Beggar Clan."

"I'll give you the list later."

"Zhu Yuanzhang, Chen Youliang, I will personally write to you over there. They will cooperate with you unconditionally until the Yuan Dynasty falls."

"This Zhongyuan is not as strong as you think, but it is not as weak as you think."

"Shaolin, the Beggar Clan, may not have many first-rate masters, but there are many second-rate masters, and most of them have not shown up, or are outside the Central Plains."

"That girl Yin Li is stronger than you think. She may not be as strong as you. Her poison... is very powerful. I am not as good as that girl now."

"Let's ask the girl to do the sum total."

"What you practice is the Nine-Yang Divine Art, the Holy Scripture of Healing, which prevents all kinds of diseases and poisons."

“There’s a lot to take advantage of.”

The eyes of Qi Mu and the other three suddenly changed, poisonous!

They did not get sick after practicing the Nine Yang Magic Art, and they rarely encountered masters who used poison in subsequent battles.

The main reason is that there are few people who have reached the first-class master level in poison attack, which also makes them ignore the poison aspect.

If they can cooperate with the use of poison...then it is not impossible for the twelve of them to stop the fifteen people who are practicing the Long Snake Sutra.

Just what kind of poison to use and how to use it are the key!

Moreover, Young Master now gave them countless trump cards.

Mongolian masters, Shaolin, Wudang, Beggar Clan, Mingjiao, and countless second-rate masters.

The twelve of them plus poison, plus second-rate masters, and some arrangements, the fifteen people who besieged Yuanshi to practice the Long Snake Sutra have a high chance of success.

After all, first-class masters are not top-notch masters. They release their inner strength at every turn, and their Gangqi protects their whole body.

First-rate masters are only powerful, not invincible!

"Sir, we understand."

"We know how to do it."

"Yes, we know."

The confidence of Qi Mu and the others was greatly increased at this time. Originally they were not sure how to face the fifteen people who practiced the Long Snake Sutra in Yuanshi, but now they are full of confidence.

Song Qingshu nodded slightly and didn't say anything more.

Since he decided to let Qi Mu and others make their own choices like Wudang and White-browed Eagle King, then all he can do is to give them the greatest help.

As for the outcome, we can only look at the final direction.

"That's not right!" Qi Mu suddenly felt nervous, if poison was used.

When they take action, they need top-notch experts who don't use poison in Yuanshi.

And now... one has appeared in Yuanshi.

Qin Fu on the battlefield is an absolute master, comparable to Zhang Wuji.

With such people around, their plans are of little use.

Unless... Qin Fu dies!

Thinking of this, Qi Mu suddenly raised his head and looked at the battlefield. Wang He had practiced the Nine Yang Magic and was immune to all poisons.

It's rare that the young master wants to...

"Yes, he will die!" Song Qingshu noticed Qi Mu's change and guessed what Qi Mu was thinking. He followed Qi Mu's gaze to look at Qin Fu on the battlefield and sneered.

"Although it is a bit exaggerated to say that the Nine Yang Divine Art is immune to all poisons, the immunity to poison is indeed real."

"Wang He is a first-class master after all. Even if he resists hard, it will only take a long time to recover and he will not die."

"Such a price is worth it for one Qin Fu!"

"Whether it's Zhang Wuji or you, the Nine Yang Divine Art's invulnerability to all kinds of poisons has never been exposed."

"Yuan Shi doesn't know the details of the Nine Yang Magic Technique. The Nine Yang Magic Technique has always been a secret. If Yuan Shi wants to test the uniqueness of this technique, then he must pay for it with his life!"

"When Zhang Wuji was in and out of the martial arts world, he had mastered the Nine Sun Magic Skills. Even if he wasn't afraid of poison, everyone would at best think that he had profound internal skills."

"Twelve of you, including Wang He, are like this. If you show up, you will have achieved the Nine Suns Divine Art and entered the first class."

"Now...it's time to expose this ability. It's worth it to be replaced by Qin Fu!"

"When you propose three versus three, I'm not just saving people, I want Qin Fu to die!"

"Qin Fu... is a top master in using poison. Once in a chaotic fight, even Zhang Wuji can't compare."

"The best place for such people to die is in Emei!" (End of Chapter)