[Comprehensive] Change evil and return to righteousness

Song Qingshu knew that he was dead, and he was seriously injured when he blocked Zhiruo's palm for his father. Although Zhang Wuji tried his best to treat him later, he was unable to recover.What's ridiculous is that from the time he was injured until his death, his wife in name didn't even look at him. Maybe she was busy getting back her brother Wuji at that time, so she wouldn't think of him as a useless person.Thinking of this, Song Qingshu laughed at himself, that's fine.He was not afraid of death but felt that it was a relief. He could finally confess his guilt to Uncle Seven in person, but he didn't know if Uncle Seven would forgive him.However, looking at himself floating above his original body now, Song Qingshu was a little puzzled, not knowing why this happened.Could it be that he has become so angry with humans and gods that he can't even be reincarnated after death.While Song Qingshu was thinking wildly, the door was opened, and two young women walked in, only to hear them complaining as they walked.

"It's unlucky, it's our turn to take care of this waste today." One of the women complained to the other.

"Okay, don't talk about it anymore, isn't it what everyone discussed, one day per person. Hurry up and feed him, we can leave after eating, it stinks in here." Another woman covered her mouth and nose with her hand, with a face disgusted.

Song Qing watched all this expressionlessly, anyway, he was used to it.Ever since he was injured, seeing that the head of his family had never asked this husband-in-law, the people of Emei faction began to disrespect him less and less.He knew that everyone in the Emei Sect looked down on him. First he visited the residence of the female disciples of the Emei Sect at night, and then he killed his uncle and returned to Wudang. Does he expect to be respected by others like this?So it doesn't matter, this is my own retribution.

At this time, the two women approached slowly, and one of them seemed to have noticed that Song Qingshu's complexion was abnormal, so he stretched out a hand to check his breath, and found that Song Qingshu had already died.

"Ah, it's not good, Song Qingshu is dead, what should we do?" The woman panicked.

"What are you panicking about? With him like this, isn't death a matter of time? Let's report to Senior Sister Bei." After speaking, he dragged another woman away in a hurry.

After the two women left, Song Qingshu first flew around his body, and then tried to fly outside. He wanted to see how his father was doing.It's a pity that after trying several times, he couldn't get what he wanted, as he didn't seem to be able to leave his body too far.After a while, Zhou Zhiruo's senior sister Jingxu took four Shaolin monks to carry away Song Qingshu's body and sent it to the courtyard where the Wudang faction lived.Song Qingshu naturally followed, and finally saw his father. Song Shu was so excited that he was a little unsteady.

When Song Qingshu's body was carried into the yard, the Wudang faction people who had heard the news early on were already waiting at the door. Song Qingshu was very surprised to see the sad second uncle and sixth uncle.He never thought that his masters and uncles would feel sad for a sinner like him who deceived his master and exterminated his ancestors.The monks put Song Qingshu's body in the courtyard and left, but Jingxu stayed and explained a few words before leaving.At this time, the whole courtyard fell silent, and Song Qingshu's heart ached when he saw his father, whom he hadn't seen for a few days, as if he was ten years older.His father has always given him the impression of being tall, rigorous, gentle and refined, but at this moment, is this old man with a stooped figure and gray temples really his father?Seeing his father tremblingly stretching out his hand and carefully stroking his face as if afraid of waking him up, Song Qingshu's heart ached.He wanted to hug his father, he wanted to tell his father that he regretted it and knew he was wrong, but it was too late, and he could only look helplessly at his father's heartbroken look.

Since then, Song Qingshu followed the Wudang people and returned to Wudang Mountain with them.After calming down, Song Qingshu realized how many things he had overlooked. Looking at the familiar plants and trees in Wudang, Song Qingshu remembered many things that he had forgotten.In that forest, I remember that when I was a child, I liked playing hide-and-seek with my juniors. Once I was punished by my second uncle for delaying my martial arts training because of my playfulness.And there, Taishifu likes to take a nap there the most. Once I took advantage of Taishifu's sleep and tied his beard into a pigtail. When my father found out, he was furious and wanted to punish him because Taishifu begged for it.Later, when I grew up, I realized that the grand master obviously pretended to be asleep on purpose, otherwise how could he not have discovered it with his skill.There is also that cliff, where I received my first sword in my life. At that time, my father patted me on the shoulder and told me that I should stand upright in life.

As memories continued to unfold, Song Qingshu finally realized how much he had lost.Song Qingshu stared blankly at his father kneeling in front of Taishifu, asking Taishifu for permission to bury himself in Wudang Mountain, Taishifu just sighed and nodded in agreement.He watched his father sit in front of his grave for three whole days. At the beginning, his father didn't speak but just sat quietly.Later, my father began to tell slowly, about the joy of watching him be a father for the first time when he was born, about his mischievous things when he was a child, about his expectations for himself, about the unbelievability when he learned of his uncle-killing traitor, and the story was very good. The despair of knowing one's own death.The father spoke quietly for three days. After three days, he stood up and staggered away. He never came again.

Song Qingshu began to hang out on Wudang Mountain when he had nothing to do. He often went to see his uncles practicing martial arts, and he also went to Taijifu's closed room to learn more about Taiji sword and Taijiquan.But most of them still stayed in front of his father's door. Since he buried himself, his father rarely went out. As a big disciple of the Wudang School in the past, his father was always busy with things, but now he is free. The apprentices don't teach much anymore.That's right, with a son like himself who deceived his master and exterminated his ancestors, how could his father be the same as in the past?

Nowadays, Song Qingshu seldom leaves his cemetery. He doesn't want to and dare not look at the serious expressions of his juniors when practicing martial arts, and the wanton smiles when they are playing. He once had these, but this time reminds him of what he has lost. What.Thinking of him, Song Qingshu, as the No.1 of the three generations of Wudang, the first half of his life can be described as smooth sailing.When I was a child, although my father was very strict with me, he still loved me sincerely, because all the teachers and uncles had no children, so I have been loved since I was a child.When he was a teenager, relying on his own continuous efforts without relying on his father's shadow, he has become the leader of the third generation of Wudang, and has won the sincere respect of his brothers.When he was young, he also used swords in the rivers and lakes, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, so he was nicknamed Yumian Mengchang.Perhaps it was because the first half of his life was so smooth that he couldn't accept Zhiruo's rejection and made so many mistakes.

Song Qingshu, who was thinking about it, didn't notice a little white light coming from the tombstone behind him, and the light became brighter and brighter until it was completely submerged.

Song Qingshu on the bed slowly opened his eyes and rubbed his sore forehead.Wait, forehead?He seemed to have a body again, Song Qingshu stretched out his hands in surprise, it was his own hands, but they were younger and didn't have the thick calluses from practicing sword day and night.In other words, this is my own body, so is this considered rebirth?Thinking of Song Qingshu slapping hard on the face, it hurts, it seems that he has really been reborn.Song Qingshu clenched his hands excitedly, he didn't expect that he would really have a chance to make up for all this.Song Qingshu took a few deep breaths to calm down his excitement. In this life, he will never repeat the same mistakes. He will definitely take up the responsibility of being a Wudang disciple, and he will never let down the hopes of his father and grand master.And Zhiruo, Song Qingshu still felt bitter when thinking of this woman he loved so much.Zhiruo, Song Qingshu no longer expects you extravagantly in this life, not because he doesn't love you anymore, but because he can't afford to love you anymore.The price of love is too heavy, and he can't afford it anymore. If he is destined not to get it from the beginning, then he would rather give up.

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu tried to sit up, but his hands and feet didn't seem to have much strength. He tried several times but failed.At this moment, Song Yuanqiao walked in from the outside.Seeing Song Qingshu staring blankly at him on the bed, Song Yuanqiao frowned, and he helped Song Qingshu up.

"Qingshu, how did dad usually teach you? The most taboo of practicing martial arts is to be eager for quick success. Every move needs to be down-to-earth. How could you be so impatient that you practiced martial arts until you lost your strength and fainted. Don't you know that everyone in Wudang today Are you busy treating your brother Wuji? Why are you so uneasy." Song Yuanqiao scolded Song Qingshu.

Looking at his father who reprimanded him endlessly, Song Qingshu's eyes blushed unconsciously.That's great, my father is still the high-spirited Wudang leader.It's good that my father hasn't turned gray at the temples because of his unfilial piety.

Song Yuanqiao was halfway through speaking, and suddenly saw the corners of Aizi's eyes turning red, thinking that he had spoken too seriously, and he didn't know what to do for a while.On weekdays, he was more than strict with Song Qingshu, but not gentle enough. Now he really didn't know how to coax his son, and he was at a loss for a while.

Seeing his father's embarrassment, Song Qingshu instantly understood that his father might have misunderstood, so he said, "What father taught me is that the child is reckless."

Seeing Song Qingshu obediently admit his mistake, Song Yuanqiao nodded in satisfaction, "Okay, you should rest well. I'll go and see your Wuji Junior Brother when he's in good health. His parents died just now and he was in the palm of Xuanming God. It's really pitiful." "Song Yuanqiao sighed as he spoke, with a sad look on his face, it seemed that he was thinking of the dead Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu.

"Okay, father. My son understands. I'll go see Junior Brother Wuji when I feel better." Song Qingshu obediently nodded in agreement.

"Okay, you have a good rest! Let's go first for the father."

Listening to what Song Yuanqiao said just now, Song Qingshu remembered that it was the time when Uncle Wu and Aunt Wu both died and Zhang Wuji was caught in the palm of Xuanming God.Because of Zhang Wuji's illness, his master, his father, and his uncles provided him with internal energy day and night to continue his life, and even the medicinal materials that the Wudang School had collected for many years were continuously sent to Zhang Wuji's hut.Naturally, Song Qingshu was ignored.Therefore, Song Qingshu was very dissatisfied with Zhang Wuji, so he wanted to practice martial arts diligently to attract his father's attention. Unexpectedly, he practiced until he lost his strength and fell into a coma, which caused his father to reprimand him. over him.But now Song Qingshu is not a real child, so he won't blame others, and when he was seriously injured, Zhang Wuji tried his best to heal himself.In the end, Song Qingshu didn't hate Zhang Wuji and was even a little envious.Well, in this case, let's go and see Zhang Wuji, and it will make my father happier, but let's sleep for a while now.

Song Qingshu slept until night after waking up, and found that his body was much better after getting up.So, Song Qingshu took the chicken soup from the kitchen to see Zhang Wuji.Perhaps Wudang Zhuxia and Zhang Sanfeng were discussing how to save people, but there was no one in the room when Song Qingshu came.

Putting the chicken soup on the table, Song Qingshu walked lightly to the bedside.Looking at the shivering child curled up on the bed, Song Qingshu was stunned.That's right, the current Zhang Wuji is not the martial arts master Zhang in the future. At this time, he is still a child who has just lost his father and mother and is suffering from cold poison.Listening to Zhang Wuji on the bed calling for his mother even in his sleep, Song Qingshu thought that when his mother just passed away, he couldn't sleep like this, and his father would hug him all night and sing nursery rhymes to lull him to sleep.Thinking of this, Song Qingshu lay down next to Zhang Wuji, hugged the little man in his arms and hummed the nursery rhymes his father used to coax him back then.

Originally, Zhang Wuji dreamed that his parents died and he was in the ice cellar, but he felt a heat source approaching and hugging him tightly, as if he was no longer cold in an instant.Zhang Wuji opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw a very good-looking big brother who was hugging him and singing nursery rhymes to him.

"Who are you?" Zhang Wuji asked curiously. Could it be that he is the fairy boy his mother mentioned?

"My name is Song Qingshu, and I'm your uncle's son. You should call me senior brother." Song Qingshu replied.

"Brother, my name is Zhang Wuji." Zhang Wuji said happily, and at the same time rubbed against Song Qingshu.

The corners of Song Qingshu's mouth twitched slightly, he was really not used to this coquettish leader Zhang. "Okay, stop talking and go to sleep!"

"Then I'm asleep, will senior brother leave?" Zhang Wuji didn't want Song Qingshu to leave, he often had nightmares by himself, he didn't want to tell Tai Shifu and them, everyone was already very tired because of his illness, he didn't want to give them any more trouble.

Xu understood Zhang Wuji's implication, Song Qingshu sighed slightly, "No, senior brother won't leave, I will sleep here with you."

Therefore, when Zhang Sanfeng and the Wudang heroes came back, what they saw was the scene of the two children sleeping in each other's arms.Under Zhang Sanfeng's signal, they retreated slowly, hoping that Wuji would have a good dream tonight.

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