[Comprehensive] The Adventures of the Hidden Prince

Song Qingshu left.

When Zhang Wuji heard the news, he was attending Yang Xiao's funeral with Yang Buhui.

Yang Xiao still didn't wait for the day of the decisive battle with Miejue Shitai, so he went down to accompany Ji Xiaofu.

He walked extremely fast, almost before he could react, his seven orifices were bleeding in full view, and he was lifeless.

Zhou Zhiruo was originally handing over Mingjiao affairs, so she was caught off guard when this happened suddenly. After all, if she didn't handle it well, others might think that she was the one who killed the donkey and chilled everyone's hearts.

At that time, Zhou Zhiruo immediately took control of the situation and asked the doctors under him to check on Yang Xiao's condition.

After all, Xie Xun was brought back to the Central Plains by Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji, but after being executed by Cheng Kun, he became enlightened and invited himself to Shaolin to redeem his sins.People in Jianghu who had old enemies with Xie Xun saw that Xie Xun was blind, and they gave him a slap and it was over.

After Zhou Zhiruo stepped down as the leader of Mingjiao, only Yang Xiao was able to come out to preside over the teaching affairs.

After seeing Yang Xiao's situation, the doctor shook his head helplessly at the people around him, Zhou Zhiruo's heart sank.

The doctor reported to Zhou Zhiruo: "Yang Zuoshi has a long-standing poison in his body. Once it breaks out, his subordinates will have no way to recover."

Zhou Zhiruo sighed, and ordered all the people to settle Mingjiao's funeral.

Miejue Shitai has been waiting for so many years, but she still has no chance to avenge her senior brother and disciple.

Knowing that Yang Xiao had gone, she forcibly vomited a pool of blood.

hate.

Yang Buhui was shocked to hear the news of her father's death, her pretty face burst into tears, but no matter how much she cried, she couldn't cry back to her father.

After all, Zhang Wuji and Yang Buhui had a mutual supportive friendship. After learning about this, he went to Guangmingding ahead of time, and took care of Yang Xiao's funeral for Yang Buhui as a righteous brother.

When he returned to Wudang, that elegant blue and white figure was no longer there.

Mo Shenggu said: "Qing Shu originally wanted to wait for you to come back before leaving, but... the epiphany came too quickly."

Looking at the distraught Zhang Wuji, he only thought that Zhang Wuji was sad and didn't have time to see Song Qingshu for the last time.After all, the relationship between their teachers and brothers has been very good since they were young.

Zhang Wuji stayed alone in Song Qingshu's room. He sat on the ground with his back against the bed, curled up into a ball, his eyes were empty, and he didn't know where he was looking.

It seemed that something had been ripped out from the bottom of my heart.

Brother Qingshu, don't you want me?

Zhang Wuji grew up in Binghuo Island. When he was 12 years old, his parents took him back to the Central Plains.

On the carriage, he heard his father talk about the uncles on Wudang Mountain, how good the relationship between their brothers was, and how loving the master was.

Zhang Wuji heard from his father that there is a son in the uncle's family, he is three years older, he is a very talented young man with an excellent personality, he wants to get closer to this senior brother.

Zhang Wuji nestled in his mother's arms, and nodded in a daze.

After returning to Wudang, Grand Master and all the uncles treated him very well as my father said, and they did not give in much more than my father.

When everyone gathered, the father seemed to have discovered something and asked, "Why don't you see nephew Qingshu?"

Yin Liting said with a smile: "Fifth brother, you don't know, Qingshu has been in seclusion for a long time. However, he is about to leave the seclusion soon."

Suddenly, Zhang Cuishan remembered that when he left Wu, Song Qingshu was still a three-year-old child, and Chang Ai nestled beside him, holding his saber unsteadily and laughing.After many years, I don't know what the little baby looked like back then.

Mo Shenggu patted Zhang Cuishan on the shoulder: "I'm sure you won't be disappointed, maybe, you can't beat that kid Qingshu now."

Only then did Zhang Cuishan react, and he expressed his inner sigh.

"Then my family Wuji must learn from Qingshu."

Zhang Cuishan and Mo Shenggu laughed and laughed, Song Yuanqiao watched the brothers fight, and there was a bit of a smile on his usually serious face.

"Wait until Qingshu comes out, Wuji will have a companion."

Their brothers have always been close, and the next generation should be like them.

That night, Zhang Wuji still didn't see the brother whom his father praised so much.

When Grand Master and uncles mentioned this senior brother, the pride on their faces was not fake. Even the three generations of peers were very convinced when they mentioned this senior brother.

This made Zhang Wuji look forward to it even more.

Although everyone in Wudang treated him very well, Zhang Wuji was more sensitive to urine since he was a child than his peers.Among peers, there is always a sliver of estrangement.

Until he met Song Qingshu in the early morning of a certain day.

The 15-year-old boy held his sword calmly, and his figure was tall and straight. Once he stood in the courtyard, he became a landscape of his own.

Zhang Wuji saw his father clapping his palms and laughing, Dao Qingshu's nephew was indeed a gifted man, and my son was not as good as him.

Zhang Wuji secretly poked his head out to look, but met Song Qingshu's gaze.

At that time, Song Qingshu already had the prototype of the lonely and lonely body in the future, but in front of his family, his eyebrows and eyes were soft, calm and picturesque.

He noticed Zhang Wuji's gaze and quietly smiled at him.

Like sunshine reflecting snow.

After a series of events, after Song Qingshu took care of three generations of disciples, Zhang Wuji felt that this senior brother should really treat him well, just like his father and several uncles.

He began to cling to Song Qingshu.

The Wudang Seven Heroes are happy to see this.

From their point of view, Qing Shu is good at everything, but he is too old-fashioned. Three generations of disciples have been dealt with submissively by him, and no one dares to make trouble in front of him.It was okay before the retreat, and Mo Shenggu was often so angry that he jumped, showing the character of that age group.After leaving the customs, even a smile was rarely seen, and the whole person became more and more like a piece of ice.

Obviously 15 years old, why did he lose his youthful spirit early.

Now the Seven Heroes of Wudang looked at the young man who was often at a loss by Zhang Wuji and had no choice but to agree to Zhang Wuji's request, "Look at me, I will look at you", and went to do their work quite relievedly.

Qingshu is a senior brother, so he just happens to bring Wuji with him.What's more, Wuji was rarely lively a few times.The relationship between children comes quickly.

Zhang Wuji took a few steps forward cautiously, and after realizing that Song Qingshu didn't dislike him at all, he relaxed a little.

He held Song Qingshu's sleeve by the corner, trying to follow Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu paused, lowered his head and glanced at Zhang Wuji, then led Zhang Wuji away as if nothing had happened.

Feeling Song Qingshu's acquiescence, Zhang Wuji grasped his sleeves tightly.

The heart that had been uneasy since the atmosphere in Wudang gradually became dignified finally settled down.

Zhang Wuji always knew that his brother Qingshu was very powerful.

It was so powerful that it could beat away all the bad guys who bullied him and his parents.

In the Wudang Hall, Zhang Wuji was pulled behind by his mother, looking at Song Qingshu who was standing with a horizontal sword in the center of the hall, fighting alone, his eyes were full of admiration.

There were swords, lights and swords in the hall, but Zhang Wuji could easily find out which figure was his Senior Brother Qingshu.

Looking at it, Zhang Wuji suddenly felt inferior.

Brother Qingshu is so powerful, will he still need me?

Senior brother has always taken care of me, I seem to have never done anything for senior brother.

Zhang Wuji thought, because he is a junior, Senior Brother Qingshu will take care of him like this.However, Senior Brother Qingshu is also very kind to the other Senior Brothers, taking care of them, but it is not seen that the Senior Brothers will stop for them.

Then, if he has not improved, will the senior brother wait for him at the same place?

Obviously not.

From then on, Zhang Wuji vowed in his heart that he must reach the same height as Song Qingshu.

That way, he can not be left behind by Song Qingshu.

At that time, Zhang Wuji didn't realize why he didn't want to be too far away from Song Qingshu.

Later, Zhang Wuji was taken away by Xuanming's elders, and he was hit by Xuanming's divine palm.He desperately grabbed He Biweng's hand around his neck, and caught a glimpse of Song Qingshu's panicked face from the corner of his eye.

and a flash of golden light.

A young man with both light and heavy swords rescued him from Crane Biweng, but his mother mistakenly thought that he and Xuan Ming were in the same group, and moved her hand out of grief and indignation, but the one who first realized that he was being taken away The little girl in gold clothes blocked him, and then the girl who had been supporting him recognized her mother.

After the turmoil, I finally figured out what happened.

When Zhang Wuji was sent to Zhang Sanfeng's place, his mother was apologizing to the young man who saved him. The young man casually said no thanks, said he still had something to do and left.

In the end, he saw Song Qingshu making a solemn gift to the young man in gold outside the door.

Later he knew that the girl supporting him was his cousin, named Yin Li.It's just that the cousin doesn't seem to recognize the name very much, and she doesn't have a good face when she is called.

The girl in gold is called Zhou Zhiruo, and she is the apprentice of his savior.

The cousin stayed in Wudang because of her mother, and Zhou Zhiruo was worried about her junior sister, so she also stayed.

Then he discovered that the sister of the Zhou family and senior brother Qingshu seem to have a very good relationship.

It is often seen that they avoid their elders and go to the back mountain.

Zhang Wuji felt a little uncomfortable.

He didn't know why he was uncomfortable.

Senior brother Qingshu is still very kind to him, and sister Zhiruo is also very kind to him.Although the cousin looked disgusted, she didn't treat him badly.

So, what am I suffering from?

Before he could figure out the reason, Grand Master took him out to find a way to save his life.

My father and mother have lost their martial arts and are not allowed to leave Wudang Mountain.But no matter how much he hated his parents, he also knew that only when he healed his wounds could his parents feel at ease.

Wudang masters and uncles will naturally take good care of their parents.

It's just that Zhang Wuji guessed from the expressions of his grand master and uncles that his injury was troublesome.Compared with parents, my own situation may worry everyone more.

Going out this time, I don't know if I can come back alive.

When Zhang Wuji left with Grand Master, Song Qingshu came out to see him off.

Song Qingshu rubbed Zhang Wuji's hair with gentle eyes.

"Junior Brother Wuji, don't worry, you will definitely be safe and sound."

Song Qingshu's usual face sculpted by ice and snow quietly melted at this moment, his eyebrows and eyes were like willows in the spring moon.

"Brother is in Wudang, waiting for your safe return."

"Okay, senior brother must wait for me."

Zhang Wuji firmly grasped Song Qingshu's hand with an urgent voice.

It wasn't until Song Qingshu nodded with a smile that he let go of his hand.

Zhang Wuji turned his head three times at a step, until the figures of Wudang people gradually became smaller, until he could no longer see the appearance of that bright young man.

Zhang Sanfeng took Zhang Wuji by the hand and sighed slowly.

Meeting Yang Buhui was completely accidental.

Zhang Wuji naturally recognized Ji Xiaofu.

Even though she had broken off her engagement with Sixth Uncle Yin long ago, on Wudang Mountain that day, it was extremely rare for her to show kindness to their family.

Therefore, when Ji Xiaofu entrusted Yang Buhui to him when he was dying, and begged him to send Yang Buhui to Kunlun to find her father Yang Xiao, Zhang Wuji agreed.

Stumbling along the way, Zhang Wuji managed to send Yang Buhui to Yang Xiao.

After another twists and turns, Zhang Wuji staggered around in the world. Years passed by just like that.

Zhang Wuji, whose alias was A Niu, led Xiao Zhao out of the tunnel and rushed to the spot where the six sects and the Mingjiao were fighting.

He saw Song Qingshu standing in the Wudang camp at a glance.

He was still the same as before, standing at the front with his sword in his arms, his expression indifferent.

After seven years, Song Qingshu has lost the childishness left at the age of 15, and has grown into an extremely handsome young man.

The situation on the scene is almost one-sided.

Everyone in Mingjiao was set by Cheng Kun from the very beginning, everyone was injured and disabled, how could they be the opponents of the masters of the six sects?

What's more, the six sects are still fighting with each other, grinding away the internal strength of the only white-browed Eagle King who is still capable of fighting in the top Mingjiao.

Yin Tian is Zhang Wuji's grandfather, how could he let him go?

Tell Xiao Zhao to hide, Zhang Wuji was about to show up when he saw a golden epee slamming down on the field with a light glow.

Such a familiar sword, such a familiar way of appearance.

He hid aside and watched Zhou Zhiruo proudly approaching with a light sword, and the audience was suppressed into silence.

Ah, after many years, sister Zhiruo has grown up, and she has become even more brutal.

No, she has been murderous.

Zhang Wuji silently withdrew his stepping foot, and moved back.

However it didn't help.

Seeing Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo's eyes, Zhang Wuji knew that he had to go down.

A bunch of messy things happened on Guangmingding, Zhang Wuji was caught in the crowd, it was really embarrassing, fortunately he should have Song Qingshu.

Following Song Qingshu's words, he hastily handed Mingjiao to Zhou Zhiruo, and then left behind his senior brother.

His uncles treated him the same as before.

There was an accident on the way back to Wudang, but the senior brother was there, so the accident didn't bother them at all.

It has been a long time since he has seen the dignified but childlike father and the gentle and beautiful mother.

Zhang Wuji was immersed in the joy of being reunited with his parents and couldn't care about anything else for a while.

Song Qingshu leaned against the door, closed his eyes and smiled lightly.

Brother Wuji, finally came home.

He walked leisurely back to his yard with his sword in his arms, and the atmosphere in Wudang was quite lively along the way.

That's right, the third uncle's body has recovered, and Wuji has also returned, which can be regarded as the only expectation of Wudang for many years.

Song Qingshu walked back to the residence, the coldness of the room seemed to add to the popularity.

He sat in front of the table, brushed his fingers across Zhou Meteor's gloomy scabbard, his eyes were far-reaching.

There is still a thin line between him and him.

There was only a short chance.

Zhang Wuji knew from a young age that Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo had a very good relationship, but he never thought that their relationship was so good that Song Qingshu could help Zhou Zhiruo conquer the world.

Seeing his worried expression, Yin Susu thought he was doing it for Zhou Zhiruo.

In all fairness, Zhou Zhiruo's looks, status, talent, and martial arts can't fault her, so it's normal for Wuji to like her.

It's just that this girl has a high spirit and big ideas, if Wuji is with her, life will definitely be suppressed.

Yin Susu knew Zhang Wuji's temperament, and her son might not be able to restrain the girl.Even if he can hold back, there is Song Qingshu next to him, so Zhou Zhiruo may not be able to take a liking to his son.

How did Zhang Wuji know that his mother could think so much, he always followed Song Qingshu, accompanied Song Qingshu to the battlefield with Zhou's army, Zhou Zhiruo never shy away from Song Qingshu, those files were also read by Song Qingshu.

He saw that Song Qingshu was able to take the enemy's head among thousands of troops on the battlefield, and he was also able to block tens of thousands of troops with his sword and defend the city.

Zhang Wuji thought that after so many years of tempering, he could more or less catch up with Song Qingshu.

But now he watched Song Qingshu's blue and white Taoist robes fluttering, and with a single sword strike, the enemy's power collapsed in an understatement.

He suddenly remembered the night before Zhou Zhiruo's full-scale rebellion, the blue-robed Taoist stood in front of the window with his sword in his arms.

At that time, it seemed that in an instant, the senior brother was about to leave the world.

He knew that maybe he couldn't catch up with Song Qingshu in this life.

The night Song Qingshu left, he didn't disturb anyone.

He confessed to Wudang early in the morning. Although everyone was reluctant, they also knew that this was the best choice for Song Qingshu.

After bidding farewell to the teacher, Song Qingshu left Wudang alone and came to Huashan.

Huashan is covered with snow all the year round, and it still looks like wind, frost, rain and cold.

It's just that the Pure Yang Palace is no longer on the top of the mountain.

When Song Qingshu reached the top of the mountain stepping on the snow, he unexpectedly found that someone was already waiting there.

That golden figure was even more extraordinary than before.

On Song Qingshu's quiet face, there was a clear smile:

"Zhiruo, you're here."

Zhou Zhiruo stood with her sword behind her back, her eyebrows and eyes were even more majestic. It was obvious that her career as an emperor had brought a lot of changes to her.

"I guess you're leaving today, so I'm here to see you off."

Zhou Zhiruo tilted her head, showing the ostentatious smile when she first met.

"One more fight, as a parting gift?"

Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing, "Okay."

"Zhiruo, have you ever regretted it?"

"Regret what?"

"With your aptitude, if you specialize in martial arts, you will be able to shatter the void just around the corner. But now that you have become the emperor of the world, you cannot be crowned with martial arts in this life."

"There's nothing to regret." Zhou Zhiruo smiled.

"The pinnacle of martial arts is not what I want. Since I have taken over the mountains and rivers of thousands of miles, I will not abandon them."

"This is my country."

"I will make her look the best with my own hands."

"That prosperous age that lives in the history books, I will realize her bit by bit."

Song Qingshu bent his eyes, "Then, I wish you all the best."

"Of course." Zhou Zhiruo looked proud, "Just wait and see."

"Ah, I forgot, you are leaving."

"It's a pity that you can't see my prosperity."

Song Qingshu chuckled, "Who says you can't see it?"

"If I were a fairy in his year, I would meet you again."

"Then I wish you your wish as soon as possible."

"Qingshu, have a good trip."

On the top of Mount Hua in the snow and wind, Empress Daming bid farewell to her best friend.

From then on, he lived in Jiuchong Que alone, holding the country by his hand.One person stepped outside the world, pointing his sword at the sky.

Zhou Zhiruo was still able to entrust state affairs to the prime minister and the general, and came to Huashan to see him off.

She also had Song Qingshu's parting words.

And me?

Brother, why are you so cruel, you don't leave me a word.

Zhang Wuji walked through Song Qingshu's yard like a wandering spirit, the back mountain where he practiced swords on weekdays...he finally understood one thing.

However, it was as if he didn't know his own mind back then, and even had an awkward fight with Song Qingshu, and refused to speak out.

Now, he has no one to talk to.

Wudang didn't know when, the mountains were covered with snow one after another, Zhang Wuji sat on the steps of Song Qing Academy, his body was covered with frost.

This sitting has been sitting for many years.

Spring flowers wither in the fingers, autumn vines wither in the hometown, moss creeps up the old ground quietly, and the sound of wind and snow in the courtyard is shrill.

But Song Qingshu never came back.

In this life, all he can hold on to is the old memories that turn warm and cold.