Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start.

No glory...

right……

suffering……

Everyone had mixed feelings in their hearts when they heard the monk's words.

They know how difficult it is to be a successor.

Let alone a successor from the Central Plains, it is extremely difficult to be a successor to a sect.

Wasn't it because the Mingjiao was falling apart in the first place because there was no successor?

The inheritors of the martial arts in the Central Plains indeed have the supreme honor and right, reputation, and a name that will last forever...

But the price involved is not something ordinary people can afford.

This represents endless responsibility.

"How to avoid, how to retreat..." Yang Xiao sat on the stool with a pale face.

Many times it is not that they are unwilling to retreat or avoid, but that they are afraid that the other party will press forward step by step.

The entire Central Plains is like a game of chess. If you take one step back, the opponent will take a step forward. If you make a wrong move, you may make a wrong move.

"Wait." Monk Peng sat down helplessly.

"If testing doesn't work, then we can only wait."

"According to what the Purple Shirt Dragon King said, there should be a letter from Daxia Song behind him. Let's not move for now, so as not to cause more trouble."

Time passes slowly...

Until late at night, no one received any messages. In the middle of the night, they also sent messages to the Emei Sect and Wudang, but there was no reply.

It wasn't until the next morning that a letter entered the Mingjiao Hall.

During this day and night, the senior officials of the Mingjiao were in the main hall all the time, and no one dared to rest at all. This matter was too big.

As soon as Yang Xiao opened the letter, others started asking.

"How to say?"

"How to do?"

"..."

Facing everyone's inquiries, Yang Xiao directly took the letter in his hand and showed it to everyone.

Four words were clearly written on the letter.

【I will arrange it. 】

Everyone looked at each other with bitterness in their eyes.

They want to help, but it seems that nothing can be done now. This matter may be more complicated than they thought.

"Go and have a rest." Yang Xiao threw the letter into the brazier aside.

The purple-robed Dragon King then spoke: "Yes, go and rest. There are only seven days until the battle between Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Xing in Xiangyang City."

"Once this time passes, we will be busy here."

No one said much. Although everyone was worried about Qin Jiu's problem, there was nothing they could do.

All they can do now is fight the battle at Guangmingding.

……

In Xiangyang City.

In a courtyard, Song Qingshu and Jing Bufan were sitting opposite each other.

The two of them were like old friends, with no intention of hostility at all.

"I've met your great master." Jing Bufan drank a cup of tea, looked at Song Qingshu and said with a smile.

Song Qingshu picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He seemed not surprised by the news at all. He looked at Jing Bufan with a half-smile: "Normally, if you don't know the whereabouts of Grand Master, how can you hide?"

"Isn't it?"

"You're really rude." Jing Bufan didn't deny it.

The two of them are now like needles facing each other, neither of them trying to give in. Although they have smiles on their faces, their words are extremely sharp.

"Isn't it appropriate to throw Qin Jiu out now?" Song Qingshu asked casually.

"It's too early."

Hearing this, Jing Bufan was shocked, but despite this, there was no reaction on his face: "Very good."

"You've already let that girl Yin Li come into contact, Qin Jiu should be out too."

"In this great battle in the Central Plains, whether the Yuan Dynasty wins or loses, it will be a good experience for Qin Jiu."

Song Qingshu looked at Jing Bufan pretending and smiled: "Okay, stop pretending, you know what I mean."

"You are a thousand-year-old fox, so stop pretending to be young."

"Aren't you just asking Qin Jiu to go to Guangmingding because you are afraid of Mongolia's Zhang Wuji?"

"You're afraid that I'll just let Zhang Wuji kill Qin Jiu, right?"

"Yes." Seeing that Song Qingshu had made it clear, Jing Bufan did not deny it.

"Qin Jiu went to Guangmingding because he did need a few people to go to Mongolia, but more importantly, he was afraid of Zhang Wuji."

"Your brother's strength is really terrible."

"If my guess is correct, it should be close to the original four girls of Youlan Zhuya."

Song Qingshu heard the temptation in Jing Bufan's words and smiled: "No."

"Not even close."

"Absolutely top-notch. He hasn't reached our level yet. Don't worry, that guy is still very young and will need a lot of time."

He knew very well that Jing Bufan was afraid of Zhang Wuji.

For the current Yuanshi, the faster Zhang Wuji's strength improves, the better. As long as Zhang Wuji reaches their level, he cannot take action against first-class masters.

That way...Qin Jiu can do a lot of things.

"How about making a deal?" Jing Bufan showed a hint of helplessness on his face after learning about Zhang Wuji.

"Tell me about it." Song Qingshu looked at Jing Bufan with interest. He knew very well that Jing Bufan came to see him for something today.

"Don't talk about my great master, there's no need."

"Even if the master doesn't come back when I get engaged to Xue'er, I will still find a way to find him."

"At that time, Yuanshi and Zhongyuan were already at war. I could ask Yuanshi for information. I think it's not difficult."

Jing Bufan knew that Song Qingshu was telling the truth, and he was not prepared to use Zhang Zhenren's matter to negotiate.

"The people in the Central Plains hidden in Yuanshi."

Song Qingshu narrowed his eyes: "It seems that you know what I have done recently and what I want to do."

"Yes, I respect your behavior and admire it." Jing Bufan spoke from the bottom of his heart.

"Although we are enemies, I respect the dead, whether it is Yuanshi or Zhongyuan."

"Everyone is trying to survive and has no choice."

Song Qingshu was not in a hurry to answer Jing Bufan's words, but was thinking about what Jing Bufan was going to do.

This guy has been doing too much lately.

He was completely unprepared for Qin Jiu. If it weren't for Zhang Wuji who kept him in the loop and could kill Qin Jiu at any time, he would have panicked just because Qin Jiu was now among the top masters.

Top-notch poison masters must be guarded against.

And now, Jing Bufan is talking about the people hidden in Yuanshi in Zhongyuan.

"Tell me what you want to do." Song Qingshu looked at Jing Bufan seriously.

Jing Bufan's deep voice sounded: "You give the list, and I'll give it to you."

"Those who are alive can go back directly."

"If someone gets married and has a family, as long as it doesn't involve the core of Yuanshi, I can let them take them all away."

"If you die, I will do my best to find your bones."

Song Qingshu looked at Jing Bufan with deep eyes. He knew very well how much pressure Jing Bufan would face by offering such conditions.

Now the situation of Zhongyuan Wulin and Yuanshi Wulin has been basically determined.

Everything ended after the Battle of Guangmingding, and the spies were actually of little use.

Even some people with high status are not important.

In the Battle of Bright Summit, no matter how much each side hides, it will be exposed within a month at most.

A life-and-death battle in martial arts is not a battle between two armies. It doesn't matter if a few people die. As long as you get an advantage or information, it's worth it.

Wulin is not good... In the final analysis, talent is the foundation of martial arts inheritance, and genius is the foundation.

A genius is better than countless people. In order to keep a genius, everyone can expose a lot of things.

"What do you want to change?" Song Qingshu pondered for a long time and asked.

These days, he and Yang Xue have visited the nine major cities, prepared a lot of things, and checked a lot of things.

After they experienced the changes in Luoyang City, they decided to give an explanation to the people who died and who had been in danger for the Central Plains.

Now...since Jing Bufan is willing to give someone to someone, there is no reason why he should not accept it, as long as he can bear the price. "In exchange for Qin Jiu's life!" Jing Bufan looked at Song Qingshu and said.

Song Qingshu's eyes changed slightly and he quickly shook his head: "Not enough."

"Qin Jiu poses too great a threat to the Central Plains."

"Jing Bufan, let me explain to you. If you hadn't said before that you wanted to talk to me about something, I would have sent a letter to Zhang Wuji to arrange Qin Jiu's affairs."

"Even if Zhang Wuji loses time by killing Qin Jiu and a large number of people die at Guangmingding, I don't care."

"This Qin Jiu must die. He is a first-class poison attack master. I have no reason to let him live."

"I don't need to explain the reason."

Hearing this, Jing Bufan sighed: "This was Qin Jiu's original thought."

"Exchange his life for time at Bright Summit."

"So he took Qin Fu's path."

"This is why I have to disclose his identity. If I don't disclose it, he will probably die if he steps out of Zhonggu."

"You were right when you said he came out too early."

"He left too fast, and all my plans were disrupted."

Song Qingshu said with a smile: "Actually, you also have a sense of luck in your heart, don't you?"

"If Zhang Wuji steps into the top, it will not be difficult for those who practice the Long Snake Sutra to protect Qin Jiu, right?"

"I have guessed for a long time that you want to train Qin Jiu. That time that girl Yin Li went into the middle valley of the Western Region. When the three ghosts of Xiangxi passed by, the three heroes of the inner sect passed by too fast."

"Normally speaking, the Three Ghosts of Xiangxi would not take action against Qin Jiu, but you were still worried, so the three heroes of the inner sect followed him."

"You are afraid that Qin Jiu will be injured and it will affect the future, right?"

Jing Bufan admitted frankly: "Yes."

"If Zhang Wuji steps into the top, the chance of Qin Jiu getting into trouble will be much smaller."

"When the Three Ghosts of Western Hunan rushed to Zhonggu in the Western Region, I also called the three heroes of the Inner Sect there."

"I chose Qin Jiu long ago."

"You have been deliberately suppressing Yin Li's strength, and I am also deliberately suppressing Qin Jiu's strength."

"Whether it is Yin Li or Qin Jiu, once these two enter the first-class, they will be on the death list for both of us. If the Central Plains is not peaceful, neither of them will be able to enter the first-class."

Song Qingshu picked up the tea cup and gestured slightly to Jing Bufan. The two of them were close to each other, and everyone saw it.

A top-notch poison attack master is a killer in any era.

"But I miscalculated, Emei has changed drastically." Jing Bufan picked up the tea cup and drank it all, as if all the pain was in it.

"Zhenzhen Zhang's game was too big and too fast. I didn't have time to react."

"Zhenzhen Zhang has sealed off the older generation of the Yuan Dynasty. As long as they show up, they will fight to the death. In this situation, the older generation dare not move at all. Your master is too determined."

"Afterwards, Zhou Zhiruo's strength greatly increased, and Zhang Wuji fused the Holy Fire Token to create seven swords comparable to the Heavenly Sword."

"I had no choice but to pull Qin Fu out, but it didn't help. Qin Fu still died."

"after……"

"Hey..." Jing Bufan sighed and stopped talking.

Song Qingshu smiled and said: "After that, the overall morale of the Yuan Dynasty was low. This depression spread like a plague, even though you sacrificed one Zhao Xing and stabilized it for a month."

"But this is just holding on."

"Qin Jiu was anxious, so he took Qin Fu's path, stepped into the first class, and practiced the Long Snake Sutra. He wanted to buy time for Yuanshi, at least to buy time for Guangmingding."

Jing Bufan nodded: "Yes."

"At that time, the older generation of the Yuan Dynasty gathered together to discuss matters because of the reason your Grand Master was looking for. Senior Scorpion King was not in Zhonggu."

"I wasn't in Zhonggu at that time either."

"Qin Fu is also dead. No one in Zhonggu told Qin Jiu something, which ultimately led to Qin Jiu practicing secretly."

"By the time I found out, it was too late, so I had to bite the bullet and make arrangements."

"Reveal his identity and let him go to Mongolia to make a fuss about King Yin Ye."

As he said that, Jing Bufan looked at Song Qingshu with apologetic and helpless eyes: "Song Qingshu, I am not a man who will resort to any means. I really have no choice. Qin Jiu is the hope of the Yuan Dynasty and the future of the Yuan Dynasty. I don't have time." We are looking for people and training people.”

"I'm already old."

"I can't watch Yuanshi decay in my hands."

"I know that if Qin Jiu's identity is revealed, that girl Yin Li will be under endless pressure. I also know that Qin Jiu is making a fuss about King Yin Ye, and Yin Li may go to extremes."

"Song Qingshu... I really don't want to, I really don't want to."

"I don't have a choice, I really don't have a choice."

"As a martial arts inheritor, I know very well that the next martial arts world is not glory, but suffering, endless suffering, so I don't want Yin Li to suffer any more harm or suffer more."

Song Qingshu looked at Jing Bufan in front of him, feeling both familiar and unfamiliar. Although he and Jing Bufan had been rivals for a long time, there was really no grudge between them.

Be it Baiwang Peak, Dongyue City, or Shenxiakou.

Even if the Emei faction almost fell out, the two of them have always respected and appreciated each other.

He once didn't understand Jing Bufan, but after taking over Zhongyuan, he really admired Jing Bufan.

In his own growth journey, Jing Bufan never dug a hole for himself, nor did he attack himself or use any tricks.

Jing Bufan is really open-minded. If Jing Bufan really wants to do something, there will be many opportunities.

In the initial battle at Baiwang Peak in Wudang, he prepared a lot of things to face the Yuanshi army led by Zhao Min. At that time, he fought with Jing Bufan for a long time, but Jing Bufan always maintained the same strength and speed as himself.

Song Qingshu knew very well that Jing Bufan was very strong at that time. As long as Jing Bufan thought about it, he was really no match and a close match was impossible.

Jing Bufan definitely wouldn't dare to kill himself, but it would be easy to hit him or plant a shadow in his heart of pursuing the path of martial arts.

Once Jing Bufan does that, his growth rate will definitely slow down, or whether he can reach this point is unknown.

But Jing Bufan didn't do that, he just held on.

Jing Bufan has always looked at himself with the eyes of admiring his younger generation.

At that time, Yuanshi knew very well that he was the inheritor of the Central Plains and the successor chosen by the Grand Master, but Jing Bufan still watched him grow.

This magnanimity is admirable.

"Let Qin Jiu go to Mongolia, and I'll let Zhang Wuji come back." Song Qingshu looked at Jing Bufan who looked so handsome, and was silent for a long time before a complicated voice sounded.

"I'll send that girl Yin Li to Persia to keep Xiao Zhao company. Zhao Min should go there too."

"I will notify Qi Mu. Qin Jiu just keeps an eye on my uncle, King Yin Ye, and don't get involved in other matters."

"My uncle's character might make him run back to Guangmingding to join the battle at some point. It wouldn't be a bad thing if someone makes trouble for him."

Jing Bufan suddenly raised his head and looked at Song Qingshu: "You..."

"you……"

At this time, he really didn't know what to say, except that he was shocked and confused.

"I just want to repay you for taking care of me this year." Song Qingshu said with a smile: "Bai Wangfeng, you really saved my face back then."

"Based on my strength at that time, you were on par with me. That really gave me a huge face."

"At that time, I didn't know the heights of the world, I was provocative with my words, and I was arrogant. You took care of me one by one."

"I walked all the way and you didn't stop me in any way. I will remember this."

Jing Bufan was stunned for a while, and then sighed: "If you were now facing Qin Jiu who would grow up in the future, you would be like me, right?"

Song Qingshu laughed: "That's not necessarily true. If Qin Jiu is as crazy as I was, I will definitely beat him up. I don't have a bad temper."

Jing Bufan's face burst into laughter. He knew that Song Qingshu would definitely do what he did before. He took a deep breath and looked at Song Qingshu seriously.

"For those who need to come back from the Central Plains, please give me the list and I will make arrangements."

"As long as I don't die in the future, nothing will happen to Yin Li."

"Qi Mu and others, if they fall into the hands of Yuan Shi in the future, as long as they are not killed with one blow, I will save their lives. The most powerful hatred will only destroy their cultivation."

"Finally... King Yin Ye will definitely be fine!"

"Thank you." After Jing Bufan finished speaking, he stood up, bowed his hands slightly to Song Qingshu, and left the courtyard.

Song Qingshu stood up and watched Jing Bufan leave with complicated eyes.

Jing Bufan was still so proud and magnanimous, and he gave the greatest feedback within his ability.

But no matter how Jing Bufan tried to make amends and give back, this could not conceal the decline of Yuanshi and Jing Bufan's helplessness.

At this moment, Song Qingshu should have been happy, but for some reason he couldn't be happy at all. He seemed to see in Jing Bufan the traces of his ancestors from the Central Plains.

The Central Plains of the past was like Yuanshi now, maybe even worse.

Maybe... countless older generations from the Central Plains have negotiated terms with Yuanshi in the past. The older generation were so proud, but they had to bow their heads for the sake of the Central Plains.

Maybe... Grand Master Zhang Zhenren also had it.

"What exactly has the Central Plains experienced..."

"Grand Master, Senior Ximen, Sandu Divine Monk, Senior Shangguan, Senior Nangong... How did you continue the inheritance of the Central Plains martial arts in that era to this day..."

"This... is so difficult..." (End of Chapter)