Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start.

Chapter 309: The Central Plains fell into grief, anger and madness

This night...

Song Qingshu locked himself in his childhood room alone.

No one knows what Song Qingshu is doing inside, and no one knows what Song Qingshu will do in the future.

The news of the deaths of White-browed Eagle King and Song Yuanqiao did not spread. The Wudang disciples did not know about it. Only Yang Xue and others, as well as Qi Mu, Zhang Wuji and others, knew about it.

From the moment Song Qingshu roared in Wudang Mountain to the dead of night, the entire Wudang Mountain fell into unprecedented silence.

The disciples practicing martial arts stopped, the busy Wudang logistics stopped, and Wudang closed the mountains.

Even the chickens, ducks and dogs calmed down and hid obediently in their shelters.

Wudang disciples are not stupid. Although they don't know what happened, they all saw Brother Song's performance.

Senior Brother Wuji's reaction, Mrs. Song's reaction, etc...

All this told everyone that something was wrong, and it was big, big.

In the early morning, the morning sun rises as usual and covers the earth. The sunlight shines on the glazed tiles of Wudang houses, giving off a twinkling light.

However, all this is in sharp contrast to the vast white scene of Wudang.

That night, the entire Wudang Mountain turned white, the white filial piety curtains fluttered in the wind, and all the disciples put on white clothes.

In a mountain peak in Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng watched everything in Wudang quietly.

He came early, together with the white eagle, but did not show up.

He saw everything under the cypress tree in the back mountain, saw Song Qingshu's anger, roaring... and so on.

That night, Zhang Sanfeng stood there without moving at all. No matter it was the cold wind in the night or the rising sun in the morning, his eyes were always under Wudang, his eyes were extremely calm, without any ripples or fluctuations.

He was still the same as before, wearing a loose robe, with long snow-white hair and a long beard.

Time seems to have no trace of years on his face, as if he has been forgotten for decades.

When Zhang Sanfeng looked at Yang Xue, the four girls Youlan Zhuya, Zhang Wuji, Qi Mu and others dressed in white mourning clothes and appeared in front of Song Qingshu, his eyes that had remained unchanged fluctuated.

"Xue'er...thank you."

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng turned and left. When Yang Xue looked at the white mourning clothes, he knew that Yang Xue had made a choice.

Death and betrothal.

This is the collision of white things and red things.

No one can speak about this kind of thing, and no one can persuade him.

Song Qingshu is like this, and so is he. Let a woman wear mourning clothes to get engaged with you. No one can say this.

But for Song Qingshu and Zhang Sanfeng, they could not ignore Song Yuanqiao's affairs.

Postponing the wedding date? The price is too high.

Song Qingshu has been planning the matter in the imperial city for too long.

If you give up, everything before will dissipate, Zhang Yuan will die in vain, countless people will die in vain, and the Zhongyuan Wulin and Yuanshi Wulin will continue.

Zhang Sanfeng understood Song Qingshu's inner struggle, so he suppressed everything and hurried back to Wudang.

He needed to see Yang Xue's choice, and now he got the result he wanted.

At this time, an eagle's cry rang out from the silent Wudang Mountain. It was like dropping a stone on the calm water, and the ripples kept spreading.

Countless people looked up to where the eagles were singing.

They saw the white eagle hovering in the sky, and they also saw the loose robe and snow-white hair walking in the forest, so dazzling under the sun.

"Master..."

"Zhenren Zhang..."

"Master..."

"..."

Countless people looked at the figure for a long time without looking back. Until the figure disappeared, everyone's eyes still stayed in the distance.

Wudang disciples don’t understand why their master came back but left again.

They didn't understand, but what they could guess must be related to Senior Brother Song's previous events.

creak...

creak...

The door to the room where Song Qingshu was was opened. His face was haggard, as if he had experienced endless pain.

The moment he went out, his eyes were also in the direction of the eagle's cry before.

"Is Grand Master here?" Song Qingshu's somewhat hoarse voice sounded. His eyes did not move, and they were still like the everlasting eagle's cry.

"Yes." Yang Xue responded softly.

Song Qingshu didn't respond. He just stared into the distance quietly for a long time... for a long time...

When he looked back again, he saw Yang Xue wearing white mourning clothes.

At this moment, his eyes were moving and trembling...

"Xue'er... you..."

Before he could finish his words, Yang Xue shook her head and interrupted Song Qingshu's words. There were no words, only a pair of firm eyes, which were worth a thousand words.

Yang Xue understands Song Qingshu's difficulties, and she also understands everything she is facing now.

She doesn't care about wearing white mourning clothes and getting engaged.

Song Qingshu looked at Yang Xue blankly. He didn't know what to say or what to do.

All I can do is thank you silently in my heart.

A gust of breeze blew, and the white curtain hanging in the yard rustled.

Song Qingshu watched all this silently. Only then did he notice that the outside of the house was already covered with white curtains of filial piety.

Looking around, there are also white curtains on the trees.

"Let's go to Dadu together."

Song Qingshu took a deep breath and walked towards the white mourning clothes placed on the stone bench in the courtyard.

Putting on his white mourning clothes, he walked out step by step.

Yang Xue, Youlan Zhuya, Qi Mu and others, Zhang Wuji, followed silently.

After everyone went out, all the Wudang disciples gathered together in Wudang Square, all wearing white mourning clothes.

Everyone thought they were wearing it for Zhang Yuan's death, but now...

When everyone saw Senior Brother Song, Senior Brother Wuji, Yang Xue, Qi Mu and others all wearing mourning clothes, they felt a little bad in their hearts.

"My father and grandpa died in the battle at Guangmingding. You go and take them to the imperial city."

"No one is left in Wudang."

"Let's all go."

Song Qingshu looked at the disciples below, his heartbroken voice sounded, and then he strode towards Wudang Square.

He heard crying, heard wailing...but his footsteps still did not stop, nor did he look back.

He could only comfort himself and everyone in his heart.

[Cry, cry, it will be fine after you finish crying. 】

【me either. 】

Amidst a burst of wailing and sadness, Song Qingshu and others rode down Wudang Mountain on white horses and wore mourning clothes. Their whereabouts were not covered at all.

Wudang became busy amid crying and sadness, and countless people packed their bags and walked out of Wudang Mountain.

Countless homing pigeons flew from Wudang Mountain.

There are so many of them and they fly so fast.

After a while, Wudang fell into silence. The huge Wudang Mountain was empty, not even the disciples guarding the mountain.