Song Qingshu of Destiny

"Good! It's a trick of hiding a needle in the cotton!" Mo Shenggu cheered loudly, "Brother, Qingshu's move is already seven or eight times as good as yours, and we in Wudang can be regarded as successors!"

On the high platform, two thirteen or fourteen-year-old youths wearing Taoist robes were going back and forth to learn kung fu. One of the youths had a handsome face, but his face was solemn, and there was a faint hint of paleness. He frowned slightly and frowned tightly. He pursed his lips, staring at every movement of his opponent, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes from time to time.This young man's every move was clear and continuous, and it didn't take long for his opponent to be clumsy and difficult to parry.

Seeing that Aiko had the upper hand, with pure internal energy and skillful moves, Song Yuanqiao also had a somewhat gratified look on his face.However, hearing the applause from the seventh junior brother Mo Shenggu, Song Yuanqiao still turned his face slightly, and said with his head turned: "Qingshu still needs to work harder, and young people tend to be arrogant, so the seventh junior brother should stop praising him all the time."

Zhang Songxi on the side smiled and said: "Eldest senior brother is really a strict father, Qingshu will definitely have great achievements in the future."

Before he finished speaking, another young man over there had already been knocked off the high platform. After stabilizing his figure, he cupped his hands and said, "My disciple is not good at learning, thank you for your advice, Senior Brother Song."

Song Qingshufeng on the high platform was handsome, with sharp eyes, and he bowed his hands and said: "Junior brother is polite, I am only slightly better." After that, Bi Fei stepped down from the stage, walked towards Song Yuanqiao and his senior uncles, and returned the favor. With a little panting, the footsteps are a little vain.

"Hey, it's not bad to be humble and polite, to win without arrogance!" Looking at the young man approaching slowly, Mo Shenggu said loudly again, with a hint of admiration in his tone.

Song Yuanqiao looked at his son, the 14-year-old boy had already grown up, his features were clear and handsome, and he walked over with such a solemn expression, but it made Song Yuanqiao's heart a little softer.However, Song Yuanqiao, who has always upheld the identity of a strict father, decided to reprimand him a few words, so as not to arouse pride in his son's heart.

Unexpectedly, before Song Yuanqiao opened his mouth, Song Qingshu, who had just walked up to him, suddenly became unsteady, and bumped into Song Yuanqiao's body with a wrong footstep. Song Yuanqiao hurriedly supported his son's shoulders to make him stand upright, but under this grasp, he realized that Song Qingshu's body felt cold, and the back of the Taoist robe was also wet with cold sweat.

Song Yuanqiao's complexion sank, and he looked at Song Qingshu intently, only to see that there was an abnormal blush on his cheeks, but it didn't look like the enthusiasm after the martial arts competition, but some sickness faintly revealed, Song Yuanqiao couldn't help frowning, concentrating He asked in a low voice, "Qing Shu, what's wrong with you?"

Song Qingshu slightly supported his father to stand upright, and said seriously: "Father, the child is fine."

Zhang Songxi on the side also felt that something was wrong, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch Song Qingshu's forehead, but it was horribly hot, his expression changed, and he said anxiously, "Qingshu, you have a fever." , why are you still insisting on not saying anything?"

Song Yuanqiao was startled when he heard the words, and touched Song Qingshu's forehead, his heart sank, and checked his son's pulse condition, the cold wrist alone showed that it was not good, and the pulse condition made Song Yuanqiao even more uncomfortable Covering his worry, he said: "Qing Shu, you have typhoid fever, which has been dragging on for several days, how can you not cherish your body so much?"

Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment, then said dully: "My child only has a slight headache. I thought it was some wind blowing while sleeping a few days ago, so I didn't pay much attention..." As he was speaking, his face became paler and his brows frowned.

Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao asked even more anxiously: "Then, Qingshu, do you feel anything is wrong now?"

Song Qingshu frowned, and said with a little pain on his face: "Head...the head hurts a little bit, I just used some internal strength...the chest is also a little tight."

Mo Shenggu said angrily and laughingly at the side: "You child, why don't you take a good rest when you are sick, why do you still come to participate in the same school art?"

Zhang Songxi gave Mo Shenggu an elbow, and said in a deep voice: "Qingshu is not seriously ill, senior brother should see a doctor for him." Although their martial arts practitioners can also check simple pulse conditions to diagnose diseases, but After all, I am not a doctor, so it is very reluctant to prescribe medicine to treat diseases.

Song Yuanqiao nodded, and took Song Qingshu to the house.

Song Qingshu lowered his head slightly, with a well-behaved look of having made a mistake, and with a bit of shyness of a teenager, he was dragged away by his father hesitantly.

Both Zhang Songxi and Mo Shenggu felt both admiring and helpless. Song Yuanqiao obviously cared about his son, but he always had to act like a strict father, which made Song Qingshu respect and fear his father; but this time Song Qingshu Even though he was sick, he still wanted to participate in the art of the same school, fearing that his father would misunderstand him as being lazy—this young man is really... honest.

Zhang Songxi sighed with a smile, Mo Shenggu made a grimace, and the two greeted the three generations of disciples to continue the same school art, but they both thought in their hearts that they didn't know whether that silly boy Qingshu was seriously ill or not.

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In the courtyard of the Wudang disciples, in Song Qing's study, Song Yuanqiao stood aside with a frown, watching his son lying straight on the bed and letting the doctor take his pulse, with embarrassment and anxiety on his face, more What is more exhausting, this father is both worried and wants to sigh.

But in fact, Song Qingshu, who was covered with several quilts at this time, was already thinking about it.

In fact, once upon a time, he was not called Song Qingshu.

In fact, he had already died once.

Then he got a chance to choose.

He didn't want to taste the taste of death again, the emptiness of falling into eternal darkness, so he would rather sell his soul - as long as he could feel his own existence, as long as he existed.

So he became Wudang Song Qingshu.

However, he cannot change Song Qingshu's fate on his own, because he is not the protagonist in this plot.

If the established protagonist discovers his specialness, the end will be beyond redemption.

So he can only wait.

Like a cheetah, crawling in the dark, waiting for its prey.

His advantage lies in hiding.

Like a spider, weave a web in obscurity, and one day, we will reap a future.

His advantage lies in the layout.

So he is Wudang Song Qingshu from now on.

Song Qingshu is not the only one who knows the plot in this script world. To put it simply, other traversers sacrificed their souls in exchange for the chance to live another life, but they will not be told that after that life The end will be to become the food of the devil, the soul will be eaten up, and there will be no fly ash left.And Song Qingshu was selected to be the servant who helped the devil prepare meals—the longer the servant lived in the script world, the more benefits he would get; the better the food tasted, the more rewards the servant would get.Just for the sake of living longer and getting more benefits, Song Qingshu has to find a way to prevent himself from following the old path in the original book and die young, but he can't change the plot on his own, but he needs to think more .

On the surface, it seems that being a servant is better than being food, but in fact, a servant may become food at any time. In the eyes of the devil, their identities are just as humble.

But even if it exists in a humble way, it still has to exist, it still wants to exist.

And... this is an eternal existence, and it was originally earned, why not take a gamble?

Isn't it the same for those who voluntarily sacrifice their souls?Even if they don't know what a tragic end it will be; even if they don't know that there are servants setting up a pot to boil water - but they are willing to pursue the ethereal life in this script.Because they are already dead, who would not want to live a new life?Even if that price is the eternal ashes of the soul.

The established protagonists all know the plot, so they can make full use of the prophet's ability layout to obtain a successful and happy life.And the servants of the devil not only want to secretly make the protagonists who will become food fulfill their wishes as much as possible, and live as long and happy as possible. The higher the satisfaction, the more delicious the soul will be.And more importantly, the servants cannot be discovered by the protagonist as outsiders. It is conceivable that if they know that the life they bought at the price of their souls is influenced or even manipulated by others, it is absolutely impossible to be satisfied Yes, it is also possible to repent or self-destruct your soul at that time.Therefore, if a servant ruins a big meal because of his identity being detected by the food, he has no choice but to replace it.

When the life of the protagonist in exchange for the soul ends, it is time to fulfill the contract and sacrifice the soul.And the servants have naturally reached the time of harvest. The delicacy of the food is one aspect, and on the other hand, the longer the servant occupies the identity, the more benefits, especially the part of the time beyond the plot. A chance to grow your soul.

Things in the world are like this, if you gain something, you will lose something, and if you want to participate in the game, you must first place a bet.Even though the gamblers in this world always lose nine out of ten bets, or even lose everything, they are still willing to gamble... Especially, when they are desperate... they are willing to risk everything in exchange for a chance of survival.

To Song Qingshu, people in this script world are just pawns.And the person who exchanged his soul for a lifetime is Song Qingshu's opponent.One holds black pieces and the other holds white pieces, using the world as the chessboard, destiny as the game, and soul as the bargaining chip.The special thing is that Song Qingshu's goal has been set, but that person is completely unaware of the existence of his opponent.

This is Song Qingshu's only advantage, he will definitely continue to maintain it, and he must maintain it... otherwise there will only be a dead end.

The only thing Song Qingshu thinks about is to work hard to prepare a dish.

It is better to be a cook's servant than to be meat on a cutting board.

And if you can always make no mistakes and eventually become a chef... how can the treatment of a chef in a luxury restaurant be the same as that of a chef in a roadside food stall?

As long as there is half a chance, we must continue to fight endlessly.

Under the backlight, Song Yuanqiao's body was coated with the radiance of a loving father. He was asking the doctor about Song Qingshu's illness and physical condition in detail.

Those cares and loves are naturally true... Song Qingshu narrowed his eyes slowly, but his eyes were full of indifference...I'm sick, and I'm not feeling well...

Over the years, Song Qingshu has been steadily moving forward according to the established life trajectory.Because before meeting the new protagonist of this script, his destined opponent, Song Qingshu absolutely cannot change half of the plot.

A little omission may cause irreversible consequences.

Although Song Qingshu's aptitude is not as stunning as Zhang Wuji's, he is considered a very talented person.He also studied literature and martial arts very hard. Although he still can't reach the point where his head is hanging from the beam and his buttocks are pierced, he is really good at both literature and martial arts. He is worthy of being the leader of the new generation of Wudang.

In addition, Song Qingshu is quite proficient in arranging troops and deploying troops on the battlefield.His interpersonal relationship is not bad. The third generation of Wudang juniors are envious, respectful and jealous of him, but they all recognize his identity and ability as a senior senior brother, and Song Qingshu has also shouldered his own responsibility as a senior senior brother. He is gentle but not too close to his juniors, serious but not too rigid, and often points out the shortcomings of his martial arts. He is also a well-deserved chief disciple in the eyes of his juniors.

The teachers and uncles are also very kind to Song Qingshu, have high expectations for him, and take good care of him, which is the tacit hope of Wudang's future.Grand master Zhang Sanfeng treated Song Qingshu very kindly, although when Zhang Wuji appeared, most of the affection and pity would be transferred, but before Zhang Wuji appeared, Song Qingshu, who was the only descendant of Wudang Seven Heroes, was indeed favored by Zhang Sanfeng of.

Song Qingshu's Wudang martial arts are all well learned, but he doesn't have much extravagance for things like Yitian Slaying Dragon Kungfu and future Tai Chi swordsmanship, as long as his own martial arts level is comparable to Song Qingshu's ability in the original book, that's enough. If you are too greedy, it will be bad if you show your flaws in the future.

The years passed through the fingers in such a hurry, and Song Qingshu was 14 years old in a blink of an eye.Ten years ago Yu Daiyan was paralyzed, while Zhang Cuishan went to Binghuo Island.Now Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu have led Zhang Wuji on the road to return to Middle-earth, which also announces the official start of the main plot.

At this time, Zhang Cuishan's family had already joined Yu Lianzhou, and Song Qingshu knew very well that Zhang Wuji would soon fall into the palm of Xuanming God, and then become an orphan without father and mother.Of course, all of this has nothing to do with Song Qingshu. He can't control it, doesn't want to, let alone control it.

In the original book, Zhang Cuishan and his wife did not appear on stage from their return to Wudang until Zhang Sanfeng died at the centenary birthday banquet. If he can't make a mistake to change the plot, then he must not be able to show up, so Song Qingshu calculated the days according to the date of Zhang Sanfeng's [-]th birthday, secretly took a few cold showers in the middle of the night, and deliberately did not close the window He just went to sleep, and insisted on going to participate in the art of the same school, and finally got himself seriously ill with typhoid fever, and is now bedridden.

All kinds of thoughts were mixed, his temples throbbed and throbbed, and Song Qingshu, who was sore and tired due to illness, finally fell into a deep sleep.On the other side, Song Yuanqiao lowered his voice, walked lightly to the bedside, pinched the quilt for his son, and called the doctor to go out together.

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But a day later, Song Yuanqiao held a piece of paper in his hand and walked into Song Qingshu's room with an unconcealed excitement. At this time, Song Qingshu was still ill.

"Qingshu, I just received a message from your Second Uncle Yu. He actually met your Fifth Uncle Zhang! Your Fifth Uncle will be back in a few days. You may have forgotten him. At that time, he suddenly disappeared. You are only less than four years old... Sigh, it's been ten years, really... It just so happens that your grand master's [-]th birthday is coming up, and when the old man comes out of seclusion, it's really a good day for double happiness, but you are here At this time, you have a sudden illness, you... oh."

"Daddy...I'm sorry, Qingshu didn't expect it to be so serious..."

"Good boy, it's because I'm too strict with you. I'm always afraid that you'll be lazy, but who knows that you persist even when you're sick. It's Daddy who can't stand you."

"No...it's none of Daddy's business...it's because Qing Shu himself is too useless..."

"How can I blame you? Qing Shu, you are really sick this time, you should take care of yourself at home. I will explain to your grand master. Don't participate in the birthday party. I will wait for you too." Go see your Fifth Uncle when you recover from illness, there is no need to be in a hurry for such a long time to come."

"Hmm... Daddy, please help me bring the birthday boy woodcarving that Qing Shu personally carved for Tai Shifu to his old man... Then help me and Tai Shifu to accuse Tai Shifu, Qing Shu can't celebrate his birthday face to face..."

"It's rare that Qingshu has such filial piety, I will definitely bring it for you, and your great master will be very happy."

"Thank you dad."

The carved wooden door closed with a "click", and Song Yuanqiao's almost imperceptible steps gradually moved away.Song Qingshu stared fixedly at the half-closed window and the small, bright blue sky.

Zhang Wuji... He was originally the darling of this world, the protagonist of destiny—unfortunately, now that there is an outsider, this fate may not be up to him.

Like this kind of protagonist who possesses luck, once his fate is known to others—sometimes he may really be inferior to an ordinary person.

The young man lying in bed with a high fever had a handsome face, with two clusters of blushes on his cheeks, but his eyes were very bright, and there was no half of the hazy feeling that one should have in an illness, only an unbreakable tenacity.

——I will go on according to your arrangement... Destiny...

——But whether you can restrain me, then...it depends on everyone's means...

——I dare not say that man can conquer heaven, but... don't underestimate me... I have never been a kind person. In order to survive in this world, even if I am destined to be wiped out, I will fight for it!