Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start.

Zhang Yuan closed his eyes forever and just lay in Song Qingshu's arms.

Song Qingshu placed his right hand behind Zhang Yuan's back, and his inner energy poured in like spring water, but all of this was of no avail, as if he was sinking into the sea without any response.

Zhang Yuan's palm was directed towards Tianling Gai without any hesitation or any chance of rescue.

He died so resolutely, so decisively.

Even though Zhang Yuan endured pain before his death, he had a faint smile on his face, as if to tell everyone that he was satisfied with the result.

very satisfied.

This is the result he wants to wait for, the result he wants to see.

Don't be sad for me, don't feel sorry for me, I left peacefully and contentedly.

But it was this smile that penetrated Song Qingshu's heart like a sharp blade.

"Qingshu...enough..." Yang Xue held Song Qingshu's arm tightly with her right hand, her voice trembling unbearably.

She knew that Zhang Yuan was dead and there was no chance of rescue.

Song Qingshu ignored Yang Xue's persuasion, and the internal force in his body still did not stop, endlessly flowing into Zhang Yuan's body.

He couldn't accept this fact.

Zhang Yuan is dead! !

He died like this, and committed suicide! ! suicide! !

He never imagined that such a scene would appear, never imagined.

Anger, self-blame... Guilt suddenly flooded Song Qingshu's heart.

Time passes slowly...

Everyone looked at Song Qingshu quietly like this. Yuan Shi remained silent, as did Qi Mu and others.

Qi Mu and others knew Song Qingshu very well, and even Yang Xue, the young lady, could not persuade him, and it was even more impossible for others.

When a gust of wind blew past, the surrounding flames swept everyone with bursts of heat.

The scorching temperature was baking everyone, and the tears in the corners of Song Qingshu's eyes disappeared into the air with bursts of flames. His eyes left Zhang Yuan's face, and his cold eyes looked at Zhang Wuji, who was holding the Heavenly Sword and trembling at the side.

"Is this the result you want!"

Zhang Wuji didn't dare to look at Song Qingshu's eyes, and didn't know how to respond. He lowered his head with regret in his eyes, and the Yitian Sword fell from his hand and was inserted directly into the loess.

Just like Song Qingshu still has some sense, Zhang Wuji has collapsed.

When Zhang Yuan committed suicide, his mind went blank.

He doesn’t understand, doesn’t understand, doesn’t know why…

"Get everyone back to Wudang Mountain!" Song Qingshu's cold eyes swept over Zhang Wuji, Qi Mu and others.

"If you dare to leave Wudang without my message, I will directly destroy you!"

"roll!"

Qi Mu and others lowered their heads and walked slowly towards the distance, but their peripheral vision always stayed on Song Qingshu and Zhang Yuan in his arms.

At this moment, everyone seemed to have aged countless times.

Even Qi Mu and Zhang Cang were like this. They had thought about this result, but when it was placed in front of them, they could not accept it.

They thought about revenge and killing, but when Song Qingshu held Zhang Yuan, they sobered up.

Everything is suppressed.

Everyone just turned around and left through the blazing flames and thick smoke.

When no one could see Song Qingshu and others anymore, they withdrew their gaze and staggered towards the distance.

At this moment, silent tears were shed on everyone's faces. There was no crying, no sound, just tears.

They forgot the injuries, the pain they forgot, and there was only endless sadness and response in their hearts.

Zhang Yuan's face, Zhang Yuan's smile, everyone's days with Zhang Yuan.

……

In the midst of the blazing flames, Song Qingshu slowly stood up with Zhang Yuan in his arms, turned around and walked towards the distance, a hoarse voice came from behind.

"Imperial City...I'm waiting for you!"

"These eleven living people should never enter the Central Plains in this life!"

"Otherwise...the whole family will be destroyed!"

Everyone in the Yuan room just watched Song Qingshu and others leave with extremely complicated eyes.

No one expected that Zhang Yuan would commit suicide, nor did they expect that this chaotic battle would end with Zhang Yuan's death.

No one doubts Song Qingshu's determination and means.

This is not a consultation, but an order, a warning, a reminder.

When Song Qingshu and others completely disappeared from everyone's sight, Jing Bufan took a long breath: "Let's all go back to Mongolia."

"As long as the chaos in the Central Plains subsides, don't leave seclusion."

"Otherwise...this war will never end. After the Central Plains will be Mongolia."

"Let's go."

Jing Bufan left slowly with heavy steps. At this time, the scene before Zhang Yuan's death lingered in his mind.

Regretful? Admire it?

he does not know.

I just feel an inexplicable heaviness in my heart.

He knew very well who Zhang Yuan was. Zhang Yuan had no righteousness, overall situation, or chivalry in his heart. All he had was respect for Song Qingshu.

But just because of this respect, he was willing to give everything for Song Qingshu.

This is also the source of Song Qingshu's anger, self-blame, and regret.

Song Qingshu knew Qi Mu and the other twelve people better than anyone else. Song Qingshu had used various methods to prevent these people from participating in the affairs of the Central Plains.

But all failed.

Both parties are selfless gifts, but it is this selflessness that makes people most heartbroken.

Soon after, Jing Bufan and the other elders stopped in a high mountain.

They saw the extremely slow figures of Song Qingshu, Yang Xue and others.

"Let everyone withdraw. Send people to follow Song Qingshu at this time. Song Qingshu will kill people." Jing Bufan's extremely complicated voice sounded.

"Don't make any arrangements. That's it for the Central Plains."

"Stop prying for information, and stop paying attention to anyone. Everyone should evacuate to Mongolia."

"This round in the Central Plains... we should go."

Everyone looked at Jing Bufan's lonely back, and their hearts twitched inexplicably.

go?

everyone...

at this time?

Before anyone could ask questions, Jing Bufan's distant voice sounded again: "Zhang Yuan's incident has had a great impact on Song Qingshu, more than you can imagine."

"We have only two options before us now."

"First, we were defeated in the Imperial City. The engagement between Song Qingshu and Yang Xue must have shocked the world. At that time, Yuanshi Wulin and Zhongyuan Wulin would see our defeat. If we were defeated, the remaining faith in Yuanshi Wulin's heart would be over. "

"Second, if we win, then Zhenren Zhang will fight with the older generation of the Yuan Dynasty, and both sides will suffer losses, or both sides will die of exhaustion, then the Central Plains will fall into madness, whether it is martial arts or the Central Plains army, for the Central Plains, they I am grateful for everything Song Qingshu has brought to them, and I am grateful that Song Qingshu has given them the confidence. Their anger and madness will reach unprecedented heights, and they will not be as decadent and unable to recover like Yuanshi, but will be even more powerful."

"Because the Central Plains has been going through this for a long time. They have reached this point under the pressure of the Yuan Chamber. Even if Song Qingshu and others lose, they have also hindered the top combat power of the Yuan Chamber."