Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start.

In the back mountain of Wudang, there are cypress trees with straight and towering trunks, as if they are the guardians of the earth, standing between heaven and earth.

Its bark is rough and thick, covered with traces of time, as if telling stories of historical changes and the passage of time.

The branches extend in all directions, and underneath are densely packed tombstones.

This is the final destination of the sacrificed disciples of Wudang in the past dynasties.

The scorching sun shone on Song Qingshu through the leaves swaying in the wind.

The leaves swaying in the wind and the swaying sunlight seem to be telling something.

Song Qingshu stood here for a long time, holding Zhang Yuan in his arms, and his inner energy was constantly flowing into Zhang Yuan's body.

Under the scorching sun, cold air flowed out of Zhang Yuan's body.

From Xinghe City to Wudang, Song Qingshu has been using his internal strength to keep Zhang Yuan's body from changing, and this continues to this day.

"Brother, the Central Plains will calm down...for sure." Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Yuan in his arms and let out a sigh.

From Xinghe to Wudang, Zhang Yuan, who had never left Song Qingshu's arms, was let go by Song Qingshu at this moment.

At this moment, several figures slowly walked over from a distance.

Zhang Wuji, Qi Mu, Liu Bai and other eleven people, including Youlan Zhuya, Yang Xue, all came.

"Son..."

"elder brother……"

"Qingshu..."

"..."

Everyone looked at Song Qingshu and shouted. Song Qingshu did not look back, but leaned down and picked up a handful of soil.

"Let's send them off when they're all here."

Zhang Wuji, Qi Mu and others walked over and made the same movements as Song Qingshu.

They were prepared to face Song Qingshu's wrath before they came, but none of this happened.

Calm... unusually calm.

But it was this kind of calmness that made everyone so panicked that they did not dare to look at Song Qingshu at all.

Time passes quietly like this...

After everyone buried Zhang Yuan, Zhang Wuji's long-squeezed emotions finally broke out at this moment, and he knelt in front of Zhang Yuan's tomb.

No words, no sounds, no tears...

He was kneeling like this, so ordinary, so silent.

But everyone understood that Zhang Wuji had no tears anymore, and he no longer knew how to express it.

Self-blame and regret were buried deeply in his heart.

Someone once said that a person's sadness is not tears, but silence.

This sentence couldn't be more suitable to describe Zhang Wuji now.

"Xue'er, you go and arrange other things." Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji in front of him without any persuasion, inquiry, or stopping. He just turned to look at Yang Xue and others.

Yang Xue nodded, and when passing by the silent Qi Mu and others, she looked at everyone comfortingly and shook her head slightly.

On the way back with Song Qingshu, the girls could see the change in Song Qingshu even though Song Qingshu remained silent.

Song Qingshu was indeed angry at first, but he calmed down later.

Some things have happened and cannot be changed.

The trees made a rustling sound due to the breeze, which echoed in everyone's ears. Flocks of birds appeared on the horizon, but there was no sound, and it was unusually calm.

Depressed, everything is so depressing.

The atmosphere is suffocating.

I don’t know how long it took, but the deafening sound of eagles came from the sky.

"Ming..."

"Ming..."

It was crisp and had an unparalleled penetrating sound. However, all of this did not attract anyone's attention at all, as if nothing could interrupt this depression and contemplation.

However, this eagle seemed to appear deliberately to break this pressure.

High in the sky, the white eagle spread its wings as white as snow and swooped down at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, it stood on the cypress tree above Zhang Yuan, looking at Song Qingshu with vivid eyes, waving its wings and sending out strong winds.

Song Qingshu looked at the letter at Bai Ying's feet in front of him. He was silent for a long time, and then a complicated voice sounded: "Master... do you know everything?"

"bring it on."

Song Qingshu stretched out his arm, like a black eagle receiving a sky eagle.

The white eagle did move, but it landed not on the arm, but on Song Qingshu's shoulder, rubbing its head back and forth on Song Qingshu's face.

Song Qingshu showed a long-lost smile, touched Bai Ying's head, and took the letter: "Go back."

The white eagle hovered over Song Qingshu and others for a few times, then let out a deafening eagle cry and spread its wings to fly high.

Chirp...

woohoo...

For a moment, countless birds in the back mountain screamed in terror, and then they all rushed into the sky, as if they were fleeing.

Looking around, the sky is full of birds, colorful under the sunlight.

Such a big move made everyone look up, except Zhang Wuji...

Song Qingshu looked at the sky for a long time. It was not until the sky regained its calmness that he turned to Qi Mu and the others. Then he walked towards a huge bluestone in the distance and sat down slowly.

Qi Mu and others knew what Young Master Song Qingshu meant, and everyone looked at Zhang Wuji who was kneeling down with complicated eyes, and then walked towards Song Qingshu.

"Have the arrangements been made at Zhang Yuan's house?" Song Qingshu's calm voice sounded.

Qi Mu's hoarse voice sounded: "It's arranged."

Song Qingshu nodded, and a voice without sadness or joy sounded: "Do you want to take revenge?"

"Think!" Qi Mu and the other eleven people said in unison.

"Who are you looking for?" A self-deprecating smile appeared on Song Qingshu's face.

"Jing Bufan and others? The eleven people from Yuanshi who practice the Long Snake Sutra? Or all of Yuanshi?"

"still me?"

"I have the ability to stop you from messing around. I can change everything, but I don't."

As he spoke, Song Qingshu laughed at himself: "It's just for the so-called overall situation."

Qi Mu and others looked at Song Qingshu's self-deprecating smile and did not make a sound, but clenched their hands.

Song Qingshu ignored everyone's reaction, and a somewhat nostalgic voice sounded: "I have forgotten when I started to indulge you."

"Maybe it's the success of your Nine Yang Divine Art, maybe it's the battle at Shenxiakou, I don't know."

“You’ve been with me this far, and I’m lucky and you’re lucky because we’ve never completely failed.”

"The first Red Maple Forest where I almost died, then the Baiwang Peak, Dongyue City, Shenxiakou, Mongolia, etc..."

"We have never lost, even if everyone thought we would lose, we won."

"As my strength and status improve, I become more and more confident, so confident that I can control everything."

"As it is with me, so it is with you."

As he spoke, Song Qingshu paused and his eyes stayed on Zhang Yuan's tombstone in the distance for a long time before speaking again.

"The moment Zhang Yuan died, I was very angry, but I blamed myself more."

"At that moment, I really wanted to kill everyone. I even thought about starting a war and pushing Mongolia."