Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

Chapter 79, Zhang Sanfeng’s expectations, Song Qingshu’s goal of becoming a great master

The next morning.

Song Qingshu was doing morning exercises in the back mountain as usual.

In the past, it was him and Zhang Sanfeng, but now it was just him.

Song Qingshu held a long sword in his hand and practiced the sword technique taught by Yang Xue. He still doesn't know what sword technique it is.

He asked the Grand Master several times, but the Grand Master always smiled and said nothing.

He just said that he would know later.

On the bluestone, Song Qingshu's swordsmanship is light, sometimes strong, sometimes light and flexible.

As the drill accelerated, the figure became faster and faster, and the surrounding dust was flying due to the triggering of internal force.

"Look at the sword!"

There was a loud laugh in the distance, and a long sword was pointed at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu didn't panic. He held the long sword in his hand and blocked it from behind, just in time to attack.

In this gap, he turned around.

"Not bad." Yu Lianzhou praised him and continued to take action.

Since the master asked him to take Song Qingshu to visit various sects, he needed to know Song Qingshu's strength.

Only in this way can he arrange his opponents.

The two fought.

Yu Lianzhou had already estimated Song Qingshu's strength before taking action.

But when the two of them fought, he realized that he was wrong.

underestimated.

Seriously underestimated.

Whether it was combat experience or internal strength, Song Qingshu exceeded his expectations.

Seeing that Song Qingshu had such strength, Yu Lianzhou also started to show his true skills.

Sensing a flaw in Song Qingshu, he stabbed it directly.

Song Qingshu was startled and quickly backed away, but at that moment he realized something was wrong.

He is not as fast as his second uncle and cannot avoid it.

Since you can't escape, you'll have to fight head-on.

The long sword in his hand was raised directly, dodging the inevitable blow.

Just when he was using the long sword in his hand to pick away Yu Lianzhou's long sword, Yu Lianzhou slapped it with his other hand.

Song Qingshu had already prepared a response and struck out with a palm.

Yu Lianzhou remained motionless, and Song Qingshu took three steps back.

"Stronger than I thought." Yu Lianzhou was not pursuing, with a hint of sigh in his eyes.

"I really didn't hold back much just now. I already had 7 successes."

Song Qingshu adjusted his inner breath and said with a smile: "Second uncle is still great."

"I will come to you for a fight every day from now on." Yu Lianzhou put away her long sword, confessed and walked down the mountain.

"Okay." Song Qingshu had no objection to playing one game every day.

This is a good thing.

In the past, when fighting against Tai Shifu, he was really beaten passively.

In the words of Master Tai.

"It's okay if you can't beat him, but you have to know how to defend yourself and how to escape."

After being trained by Zhang Sanfeng, Song Qingshu is now very proficient in facing masters.

At least I know how to deal with it.

An hour later.

When Song Qingshu returned to Wudang Square, most people in Wudang were still practicing.

Uncle Qi is still guiding.

With the return of the Wu-Tang Seven, Wu-Tang returns to normal.

The seventh uncle Mo Shenggu was free, and Song Yuanqiao began to arrange everything in Wudang.

At the same time, many people began to visit Wudang.

Song Qingshu inquired about it, and most of them were about Shaolin and Cheng Kun.

Seven days later...

Fourth uncle Zhang Songxi and seventh uncle Mo Shenggu all went down to Wudang Mountain.

Song Qingshu was puzzled by this and curiously asked the two of them what they were going to do.

But the two of them just laughed and said nothing.

Song Qingshu was very curious. His sixth uncle Yin Liting came down the mountain to find Ji Xiaofu.

Fourth uncle, how can you and seventh uncle go down the mountain at this time?

Song Qingshu couldn't find the answer, so he found his second uncle Yu Lianzhou.

Yu Lianzhou smiled and said: "Nothing, let's go out and have a look."

"Don't think about it."

"Don't worry about other things these days and practice well. I will take you to visit various sects soon."

Hearing this, Song Qingshu didn't make a sound and still looked at Yu Lianzhou.

Seeing Song Qingshu's attitude, Yu Lianzhou knew that Song Qingshu would investigate if he didn't say anything.

Simply said it.

"Two things."

"First, find the whereabouts of Xia Wuji."

"Second, find some disciples with good qualifications."

"In the past, Wudang has been running around for your third uncle's affairs. Now your third uncle's injury and hatred have come to fruition. We are also going to accept disciples."

A trace of self-blame flashed in Song Qingshu's eyes. He knew why Wudang was in such a hurry to recruit disciples.

For the future inheritance of Wudang.

Being a successor is difficult and requires many things to be considered.

"Second Uncle, it's not that I don't want to take over Wudang, it's just that my personality is not suitable for me."

"I care about Wudang, I just care too much, so I'm afraid."

"I'm afraid that Wu-Tang will go in an uncontrollable direction because of my problems."

Yu Lianzhou patted Song Qingshu without any blame in his eyes.

"It's okay, we understand."

"I, your third uncle, your fourth uncle, and your seventh uncle all agree with your approach."

"We have already spoken to your father."

"Don't worry too much about it."

"Second uncle...I..." Song Qingshu felt very complicated.

Yu Lianzhou laughed: "Don't think about it."

"Look, aren't we doing well?"

"Your father took over Wudang, and I am still in Wudang. Taking over Wudang is not necessarily the best choice."

"Your second uncle, I was also impulsive when I was young. If you give me this Wudang, I will probably manage it in a mess."

"On the contrary, your father is more suitable than me, so the master chose your father."

"Go."

Song Qingshu knew that his second uncle was comforting him, so he nodded slightly and stepped out.

As soon as Song Qingshu left the courtyard, he saw Song Yuanqiao coming towards him. "Father."

"Lawless!" Song Yuanqiao glanced at Song Qingshu, snorted coldly, and walked directly towards Yu Lianzhou's room.

Song Qingshu looked helpless.

He guessed that his father was angry because he didn't take over Wudang.

If it hadn't been for the persuasion of his second uncle and others, and the nod from the Grand Master to let him make his own choice, he would most likely have been forced to run away by his father.

He shook his head for a while and left directly.

inside the house.

Yu Lianzhou saw Song Yuanqiao coming over and asked, "Brother, is there something wrong?"

The two sat down, and Song Yuanqiao let out a long sigh and asked, "How is Qingshu's strength?"

Yu Lianzhou thought it was something, but he was originally concerned about Song Qingshu.

"It's very strong. No one from any other sect can compare with the second-generation disciples."

"This visit to various sects, Qingshu's target is the older generation."

"Brother, don't worry, nothing will happen."

Song Yuanqiao felt much less worried and said, "Second brother, how about we brothers and sisters try to persuade the master together."

"We can't let Qingshu continue to mess around."

"The inheritance of Wudang is a big matter. Even if we find a suitable disciple now, there is still a long way to go to take over Wudang."

"Martial arts, character, etc..."

Yu Lianzhou knew what his elder brother Song Yuanqiao was thinking, so why didn't he know it?

How difficult it is to cultivate a qualified disciple, or successor.

"Brother, Qingshu's personality is inappropriate."

"He is also unwilling to accept it and cannot be forced."

"Hey..." Song Yuanqiao's face was full of helplessness: "I still haven't paid much attention to it since I was a child. It's too undisciplined."

"It's too big to control now."

"After traveling around the world, I gained a reputation, strength, and connections."

"I didn't have anything before, so I dared to run away directly."

"If you force him now, this kid will definitely run away again."

"Trouble."

"Let nature take its course." Yu Lianzhou laughed. If his eldest brother thought so, he wouldn't worry anymore.

He was afraid that his eldest brother Song Yuanqiao would have a tough attitude.

The root of the problem now is not that they don't want Song Qingshu to take over Wudang.

But Song Qingshu didn't want to, and his master Zhang Zhenren didn't force him. They had no choice but to do it.

To put it bluntly, Song Qingshu has strong wings now.

In terms of strength, connections, and reputation, without Wudang Song, Qingshu would have been better off outside.

Another important point is that successors are all voluntary.

There is no such thing as compulsion.

Other sects are scrambling to be the successors and successors.

The only exception is Wudang. The Three Generations of Wudang consist of Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji had been in poor health since childhood, so Song Qingshu became his only choice.

But Song Qingshu didn't want to, and there was nothing they could do.

This happened suddenly to them, mainly because of the master's attitude.

"Let's wait until later. Maybe Qingshu will understand when he is older." Song Yuanqiao sighed.

"Second brother, Qingshu will trouble you from now on."

"Don't pamper this kid too much. He will be beaten when he needs to be beaten. He is becoming more and more lawless."

Yu Lianzhou laughed and sent Song Yuanqiao out.

"Don't worry, brother, I know what to do."

Song Yuanqiao let out a long sigh and left directly.

He was worried. He originally thought that after solving the injury and hatred of his third brother Yu Daiyan, Wudang would be peaceful in the future.

Unexpectedly, his son was unwilling to take over Wudang.

The inheritance of Wudang is a big deal, why doesn't he worry about it?

"In the future... Qingshu will not accept Wudang in the future. His heart is not here." Yu Lianzhou knew what his elder brother was thinking.

He was also worried, but some things couldn't be changed.

There is no point in forcing this kind of thing.

Time flies by.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming.

Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu who had originally gone down the mountain all came back, and Zhang Sanfeng also came out of seclusion.

Yu Daiyan can also get out of bed and move around.

Wudang finally had a reunion, but Zhang Wuji was missing.

The next day, early morning.

Song Qingshu and Yu Lianzhou left Wudang with everyone seeing them off.

Challenge all sects.

Zhang Sanfeng stood in Wudang Square for a long time.

Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Songxi, Yu Daiyan, Yin Liting, Mo Shenggu and others were all standing aside.

After a long time, Zhang Sanfeng turned around and walked towards the retreat.

A low voice answered in everyone's ears.

"Qingshu will not take over Wudang."

"The path for Qingshu is not here."

"Wu-Dang is looking for a successor."

"In five years at most, Qingshu will become a world-class master."

"Wu-Tang is too small to hold him."

Hearing this, everyone looked at Zhang Sanfeng's back and were completely shocked.

No one doubted the master's words.

5 years?First class in the world!That is at least as strong as Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou.

At that time, Qingshu was only in his early 20s.

Too young, too dazzling.

At this moment, they understood their master's expectations for Song Qingshu.

Qingshu is not the descendant of Wudang, but the descendant of the master!
Qingshu's goal is to become a martial arts master!the Grand Master!Rather than an ordinary Wudang successor.

The successor will only restrict Song Qingshu.

In his early 20s, his strength has reached the top level in the world. This achievement has surpassed that of a young master.

"A great master?"

"A martial arts master?"

"Master, I understand." Song Yuanqiao looked at the master's figure, with understanding and determination in his eyes.

Qingshu's future should indeed not be just a descendant of Wudang.

He can go further, further...

(End of this chapter)