Yitian's Clothes and Crowns

After passing Hankou, the next place is Anlu. Now that the Tartars are rampant, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians outside.On this day, a young man appeared on the main road. This young man was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was wearing black clothes, riding a green horse with a long sword hanging from his waist. He was walking very leisurely, without hurrying.

This young man is Song Qingshu who came down from Wudang Mountain to practice. It has been half a year since he went down the mountain. In a few days, it will be the ninth day of April, which is the [-]th birthday of Master Zhang Sanfeng. Song Qingshu is about to rush back.

Speaking of Zhang Sanfeng, the ancestor of the Wudang School and the founder of Tai Chi Gong, except for the time when Song Yuanqiao invited Zhang Sanfeng to see a doctor for him, Song Qingshu rarely saw him.At that time, Song Qingshu was nervous that he was recognized as a counterfeit, so he didn't look at Zhang Sanfeng carefully, he just lowered his eyebrows and didn't say much.During the rare meetings, Zhang Sanfeng's impression of Song Qingshu can be summed up in four words: Immortal demeanor.

It is no exaggeration to use these four words to summarize Zhang Sanfeng. At this time, Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts has reached the state of mellow and free, and there is a sense of nature floating around him, without a trace of oppression, as if the whole person has merged into the nature. In the middle, it is like a breeze and a bright moon.In addition, Zhang Sanfeng's image is indeed in line with the image of a master. He is dressed in a simple white priest's robe, his sideburns are rolled up, and his silver-white beard hangs softly on his chest. He is just like a character in a painting.

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng often retreats, and most of the Wudang School's affairs are taken care of by Song Yuanqiao and other brothers.And Zhang Sanfeng naturally loved Song Qingshu, the only son under the name of Wudang Seven Heroes, and Song Qingshu would be summoned for questioning on the few exits.And the few words that Zhang Sanfeng explained to Song Qingshu often brought him a great epiphany, and often made him feel more awe and worship.As for Song Qingshu's mediocre martial arts, Zhang Sanfeng was not as disappointed as Song Yuanqiao and others, and never mentioned it in front of him, nor let him demonstrate it.But I don't know if it's Song Qingshu's illusion, in the third year, occasionally he would see a hint of relief in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes.

Song Qingshu never thought that he could hide his clumsiness from Taiji master Zhang Sanfeng, but Zhang Sanfeng didn't make it clear, so he pretended not to know, and sometimes he even found it funny. It turns out that the master sometimes has naughty moments.

After coming down from Wudang Mountain, Song Qingshu didn't have a clear purpose, he went everywhere, and saw along the way, the Tartar soldiers were ferocious, even babies under the full moon were not spared, burning, killing and looting wherever they passed, they did everything.

This period of history is the corruption of the Great Song Dynasty. Even though Song Qingshu knows that this is an inevitable process of history, he can't help but take action every time he sees those scenes. Although Song Qingshu is not a kind person, he has done a lot of bad things in his previous life He also hacked people when he went to collect protection fees with those little bastards, so naturally he was hacked too.

He was never a good person.It's just that it is always unforgivable to attack children who don't know the world, let alone those Tartar soldiers who take pleasure in killing.

During the half a year of going down the mountain, Song Qingshu's martial arts that he had only practiced on his own had also been greatly consolidated. At the same time, it also made him aware of the dangers of the world, and he was even seriously injured several times, all supported by perseverance.Of course, along with the danger, it was the rapid progress of his martial arts. With the removal of the bells and whistles in his moves, each move became crisp and neat, and his power to kill the enemy was greatly enhanced, and his light skills and escaping skills made great progress.

Song Qingshu was swaying slowly, when suddenly there was a shout from behind.A swift figure approached quickly from behind, Song Qingshu was secretly startled, this man's lightness kung fu is so powerful, his whole body could not help but be on guard.

When the man approached, Song Qingshu realized that it was a Yuan soldier, and he was holding a fat little boy about ten years old in his arms. The boy's eyes were full of fear and a trace of tears.Looking at the boy's attire, he is obviously from the Central Plains.

But even so, Song Qingshu didn't intend to save people, even though he didn't fight, just looking at the lightness kung fu of that Yuan soldier, he knew that this person had deep internal strength, Song Qingshu would not be overconfident, let alone for a child he didn't know Going all out is not Song Qingshu's style at all.

Song Qingshu didn't want to provoke a powerful enemy, so he drove the green horse under him to approach the roadside.Unexpectedly, he was willing to let it go, but others may not.The Yuan soldier snorted coldly, and slapped Song Qingshu casually.Fortunately, Song Qingshu was on guard early, and jumped back from the horse's back, palms forward, only felt a very cold palm force rushing towards him, his whole body was cold to the bone, and he took three steps backwards.

The Yuan soldier was also a little surprised when he saw Song Qingshu receive the palm, apparently he didn't expect Song Qingshu to receive the palm, but there were still pursuers behind him, he kept walking, and he ran more than ten feet away in an instant.

When Song Qingshu saw the Yuan soldier walking away, he just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a person rushing from behind. The woman was about 27 or [-] years old. The figure cried out, "Wuji, Wuji..."

Song Qingshu just got on the horse and was about to leave, when he heard this name, he couldn't help but pause.He just hesitated for a moment, and many complicated thoughts flashed across his mind. He pursed his lips lightly, and then drove the green horse under him to chase in the direction where the Yuan soldier left.

Although the green horse under Song Qingshu is the best among horses, the Yuan soldier's lightness kung fu is very good, and he has long since disappeared.Fortunately, Song Qingshu knew that Zhang Wuji must have been brought to Ruyang Palace by the Elder Xuanming, so he would not be clueless.I inquired about the route along the way, and traveled day and night, all the way without incident.

Within a few days, Song Qingshu had arrived in the capital city of the Yuan Dynasty.At that time, wherever the Mongols rode their iron horses, they traveled tens of thousands of miles away. The capital of Yuan Dynasty was also the Beijing of the descendants, the residence of the emperor, and there were countless envoys and tributes from various small countries and tribes.As soon as Song Qingshu entered the city gate, he saw people coming and going on the street, many of them were yellow-haired and blue-eyed.

Song Qingshu didn't rush to go to Ruyang Prince's Mansion, but found an inn in a remote place in Xicheng.Asked for an upper room, leisurely washed off the wind and dust on his body, changed into clean clothes, asked for some food, and then rested on the bed.Song Qingshu spends a lot of money, plus he is handsome, he looks like a rich man.

At the second watch of the night, Song Qingshu jumped out of the window and sneaked towards the direction of Ruyang Prince's Mansion, practicing lightness kung fu all the way, and arrived in front of Ruyang Prince's Mansion in a short while.Song Qingshu walked around to the left side of the palace, looking around for no one, put his ears on the wall, listening to the movement inside, waited for a group of patrolling soldiers to pass by, and jumped into the high wall, using trees as a cover.

This night the weather was beautiful and the wind was quite strong, with the help of the sound of falling leaves, Song Qingshu moved cautiously, and his movements were even more subtle.Song Qingshu knew very well that the Ruyang Palace had recruited many masters, and it was by no means something he could resist.It's just about Zhang Wuji, and he can't back down.

In fact, coming to rescue Zhang Wuji this time is not about Song Qingshu's deep friendship with him. After all, he doesn't have much affection for Wuxia Zhang Cuishan, let alone Zhang Wuji.It's just that Zhang Wuji is the number one protagonist in Yitian's book, full of good luck, and no one who opposes him has a good end.

This person can only treat him kindly and not be evil, it would be even better if he could show kindness to him.Coming to Song Qingshu this time was not because of impulsive overreaching, he thought carefully along the way, this time saving Zhang Wuji can only be done by tricks, not by forceful attacks.

Looking for an opportunity, Song Qingshu restrained a patrolling soldier who was alone, and put on the soldier's helmet and clothing. It was not easy to distinguish under the dim night vision.According to the information obtained from the soldier's previous questioning, Song Qingshu turned several corners, escaped several patrolling soldiers without any danger, and passed those soldiers directly once. Fortunately, not all of these soldiers Familiar with each other's appearance, after a simple question, Song Qingshu responded flexibly and avoided it.

Song Qingshu's activities in the bottom of the society in his previous life can be said to have practiced a set of kung fu of talking to people and talking to ghosts. Although he is not very familiar with this Ruyang Palace, it is more than enough to perfunctory those soldiers.

The closer to the center of the palace, the closer the patrolling soldiers became. Song Qingshu walked steadily among the corridors, seeing that he was approaching the residence where Zhang Wuji was said to be imprisoned, a wing room that he just passed opened with a "squeak".

"Wait." There was a hint of hoarseness in the voice of a boy in the voice-changing period.

Song Qingshu forcibly suppressed the reflexive tension of his whole body, maintaining the breath around him unchanged.One must know that martial arts practitioners are most sensitive to breath. If Song Qingshu's whole body is on alert and his body is tense at this moment, it is enough to make people suspect that there is something wrong with him almost without explanation.

Song Qingshu turned around calmly, lowered his head, lowered his hands, and said respectfully: "My lord, what are your orders?"

"Accompany me to the dungeon." The man said, walking forward first.

Song Qingshu didn't have time to be pleasantly surprised, so he hurriedly turned sideways to give way, and glanced at the man from the corner of his eye. It was a boy about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a splendid costume, with a deep face, and most of his hair was covered by a golden hair The crown is gathered on the top of the head, and only part of it hangs over the shoulders.Although this boy is young, he already has a kind of exotic beauty, with tall bones and a rough and powerful appearance, which is completely opposite to Song Qingshu's handsomeness.

Song Qingshu secretly speculated that the person dressed at such an age in the Ruyang Palace might be Zhao Min's elder brother Wang Baobao, but for some reason there was no one around him to serve him.

But Song Qingshu didn't think too much about it, after all, entering the dungeon openly and aboveboard was something he couldn't wish for more.

Song Qingshu followed closely behind the boy, observed carefully, and found that the boy's face was full of joy, and there was even a hint of excitement in his eyes.I couldn't help feeling a little puzzled in my heart, before I figured it out, the two had already reached the dungeon, and the guards didn't ask any more when they saw the boy, which convinced Song Qingshu that the boy's identity was extraordinary.

Walking through the long aisle and passing several prison cells, Song Qingshu casually looked over. Most of the people inside were in ragged clothes, their bodies were covered with blood, and they couldn't see their faces clearly. Most of them had been severely tortured.Most of them are from the Central Plains, and there are also a few Mongolians with tall bones.

Walking to a cell at the back, the boy walking in front quickened his pace and ran in, shouting loudly, "Minmin, I'm here."