Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start.

In a mountain peak next to the official road ten kilometers away from the imperial city of Dadu.

Shangguan Yinghao, Du You, Nangong Ping, Ximen Ouyang, Shaolin Sandu... everyone gathered together.

The only ones not here are the Three Ghosts of Xiangxi.

Everyone looked at the people of the Imperial City who were fleeing, with both relief and complexity in their eyes.

They already knew about the hanging of white flags in the Imperial City, and everyone knew what it meant.

Yuanshi gave up completely.

The choice shocked them, very shocking.

No one thought that Yuanshi would make such a decision. Bashang was not the person to make such a decision.

The emperor of the Yuan Dynasty is even more impossible.

Maybe for other people in the martial arts world, contacting the emperor is a fantasy, but for them it is not a big deal. They have all had contact with him before.

"Yuanshi Wulin will not retreat." Ximen Ouyang showed a hint of indifference in his eyes.

"People who learn martial arts are very ambitious. Even if the Yuanshi army is defeated, they will not flee."

No one made a sound under the sun. They just looked at the Yuanshi people fleeing below, their eyes firmer than ever before.

It is impossible for people who learn martial arts to retreat without fighting.

Even though they have been hostile to Yuanshi for countless years, they have to admit that Yuanshi martial arts has the integrity of people who learn martial arts.

Integrity is higher than life!

The Yuanshi Wulin is like this, and the Central Plains Wulin is like this.

Even if Yuanshi is defeated, the Central Plains will still be in a mess, and Yuanshi Wulin must deal with it.

"Here we come." Du You said in a deep voice as he looked at Zhang Sanfeng on the official road below.

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng was clearly out of tune with the large number of people fleeing the imperial city. Countless people fled the imperial city, but Zhang Sanfeng went against the current.

Although the people who fled the imperial city were in a hurry, they still looked at Zhang Sanfeng with strange eyes.

Someone saw Zhang Sanfeng crumbling and kindly reminded him: "Old man, the imperial city is no longer safe. It's better to leave."

"Yes, yes, it's not safe over there." Many people agreed.

Although everyone was persuading, their footsteps did not stop, as if every step missing would lead to death.

Faced with everyone's kind reminders, Zhang Sanfeng just responded with a kind smile, and still did not stop heading to the imperial city.

When he felt a little tired, he sat down directly under the big tree nearby.

Zhang Sanfeng seemed to be really tired. He closed his old eyes and heard the hurried footsteps and noise in his ears.

Among them... there are also the irregular sounds of leaves.

He knows... everyone is here.

"I'm going to be buried in the ground, but I still can't change my temper, hey."

Zhang Sanfeng showed a self-deprecating smile. Although his whereabouts were not well hidden, it was impossible for everyone to walk ahead of him if they had not set off in advance.

Most of these people are injured.

"Who is different?" A laugh came from the distance, it was Ximen Ouyang.

As for others, they also smiled.

Everyone gathered under the big tree. Zhang Sanfeng looked at the group of old brothers in front of him and said with a smile: "They are not dead yet."

"It's not easy."

"Almost." Du You shrugged, sat down next to Zhang Sanfeng, pointed to his head with a smile: "The problem is not a small one."

"You are invincible in the world now. If you didn't treat me, I would have wanted to find you a long time ago."

"You can just leave all these messy things in Yuanshi to that kid Qingshu, that kid can do it."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled: "I'm old, I can't do it anymore, I'm the best in the world, I just live a long time."

"We are all old brothers. If I could cure you, I would have passed away long ago."

Everyone sighed in their hearts, everyone knew what Zhang Sanfeng meant, Zhang Sanfeng still wanted to go to the imperial city.

Everyone has already known about the problem of curing Du You.

If Zhang Sanfeng really had a way to cure Du You, he would have passed away long ago.

Du You said this just because he didn't want Zhang Sanfeng to go to the imperial city, where the future was unknown.

At this moment, no one made a sound. Everyone sat down with Zhang Sanfeng, an old man, and looked at the people of the Yuan Dynasty who were escaping in a hurry.

The sun shines through the leaves on everyone.

Everyone had a faint smile on their faces, extremely calm and comfortable.

They knew that since Zhang Sanfeng had made a decision, he couldn't change it. All they could do was to accompany this old brother.

The flight of the people of the Yuan Dynasty heralded the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the end of their era.

The weight on their shoulders was over.

Death... is just death now, rather than representing the rise and fall of the Central Plains.

They now only represent themselves, not the Central Plains.

This era already has the descendants that this era should have.

Qing Shu, Yang Xue, Youlan Zhuya, Zhang Wuji, Qi Mu et al., Wang He, Zhou Zhiruo...etc.

A gust of breeze came, and Zhang Sanfeng opened his eyes. His eyes showed an unprecedented momentum, and an invisible pressure spread from the surroundings.

The birds resting on the trees seemed to feel unprecedented fear and fled one after another.

"After half a lifetime of suppressing this, it's time for something to come to an end."

"Let's go."

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng's body was no longer aging, he was so tall and tall, so majestic.

Everyone laughed when they saw Zhang Sanfeng like this.

The long-lost feeling came back at this moment.

They have forgotten the last time they felt this way, and it has been so long that they can only miss it occasionally.

So many times, it was this figure that led them out of the haze one after another.

Seeing this back again, it is still so majestic and indestructible.

Everyone walked towards the imperial city on the treetops. Their speed was not fast, but every step they took gave people an indescribable sense of freedom and indulgence.

Smart, light...

In the eyes of countless people, this group of people no longer looks like old men and martial arts masters who are about to die, but more like a group of teenagers.

That glimpse of smile, that involuntary free and easy, indulgent, it is difficult to imagine that these are a group of old people, a group of old people with white hair.

But for the people who fled Yuanshi, everything was just a surprise, yes, it was a surprise, nothing more.

For them, escape is the key.

On the way to the imperial city, Zhang Sanfeng and others were so out of tune with the Yuan Dynasty who were fleeing from the common people.

"The Imperial City... is over." Someone looked at Zhang Sanfeng, who had disappeared from sight with his white hair, and sighed sadly.

Zhang Sanfeng... was once number one in the world.

Ximen Ouyang...

Shaolin Sandu...

All the masters in the Central Plains are moving, martial arts are also rushing to the imperial city, Song Qingshu, Yang Xue and others are also coming.

The older generation who used to be a myth has arrived, and so has the new younger generation...

The imperial city will flow into rivers of blood.

"Jing Bufan... maybe you are right... but how many people can understand this."

Bagu Cang looked at Zhang Sanfeng and others who had disappeared with extremely complicated eyes. The scorching sun shone directly in his eyes, but he did not move at all.