[Yi Tian] It's not easy to be famous and decent

Hearing the familiar bell while half asleep and half awake, it was the morning bell from the Zhenwu Hall, Song Qingshu was startled and immediately woke up and secretly expressed his annoyance.He is the third generation disciple of Wudang, and his father Song Yuanqiao is the head of Wudang Dynasty and the head of the Seven Heroes. If there is no accident, he will be the third generation head of this Wudang sect.Since he was a child, his grand master, father and several uncles had placed high hopes on him and taught him strictly. Song Qingshu himself was also very hardworking.Today, without illness and pain, I will be late for this morning class, how can I justify it in front of all my juniors?Although he still felt muddled, the habit he had developed over more than ten years had already made him subconsciously reach out for his coat, but he missed it.Song Qingshu turned his head in surprise, only to realize that he was not in the bedroom but beside a tomb. There were two lines of familiar writing on the tombstone:

Tomb of Beloved Wife Songmenwen Family

Song Yuan Hashidate

Song Qingshu was speechless for a while, then looked to his left side with a stiff body.There is indeed a pile of new tombs next to my mother's tomb, and the words "Tomb of the Unfilial Son Song Qingshu" are impressively engraved on the tombstone, but the name of the person who erected the monument is not even added, as if afraid of getting involved with him again. Half a relationship.The smog that had been covering his heart since he "woke up" gradually dissipated, and the originally chaotic mind slowly became clear, and those lost memories came one after another. Only then did Song Qingshu realize: So, I am already dead.

"It's not your misfortune to have such an unworthy disciple under my Wudang sect, Yuan Qiao. This kind of rebellious son is worse than nothing!"

Thinking of the last sentence he heard before he was alive, Song Qingshu didn't feel any grief or shame in his heart, only numbness.During Shigang's night battle, he used his nephew to kill his uncle, and was forced by Chen Youliang to join the Beggar Clan with the intention of poisoning the sect. Afterwards, although he got rid of Chen Youliang, he also entered the Emei Gate because of Zhiruo, and learned the insidious kung fu of the Nine Yin White Bone Claw.Fornicating, committing crimes against superiors, deceiving masters and exterminating ancestors, betraying masters, viciously killing, he has violated the master's precepts that can be violated and cannot be violated, so what can he say when he ends up today?It's just that I don't know why such a heinous sinner like him still allows him to wander in the world without seeing him locked up in the underworld to suffer?

Song Qingshu was puzzled, but at this moment, he didn't know who to ask for advice.Having become a lonely soul, it actually makes the heavens should not make the earth not work.In the twinkling of an eye, winter turned to spring, and Song Qingshu's lonely soul wandered around his grave for more than half a year. It's not that he never thought about leaving this place, but this soul seemed to be locked by an invisible force, and he could only leave his grave ten steps at most One more step is absolutely impossible.Song Qingshu sits on the grave every day, watching the sun rise and the moon set, listening to the evening drums and morning bells. The only thing he can listen to is a tablet of his mother.And the content of this talk is just Song Qingshu's own endless complaints, saying that he has studied hard since he was a child, and he is proficient in everything, but why did the grand master pass both Taijiquan and Taijijian to Zhang Wuji?It is said that he treats his fellow disciples kindly and fairly, but why does everyone say that Zhang Wuji is the future master of Wudang?It is said that he already had the reputation of Yumian Mengchang in the Jianghu at a young age, but why has Zhang Wuji been overwhelmed by him everywhere since Zhang Wuji appeared?It is said that he has made countless friends in the rivers and lakes, but why was he forced and poisoned by Chen Youliang and wandered in the rivers and lakes after the incident happened, but there was no one to help him?After talking too much and no one answered, Song Qingshu was just in a daze.Yes, why is this?Why is it supposed to have a bright future, but ended up like this in the end?However, no matter how he denied and blamed others in every possible way in front of his mother's grave, and how sorry he was for counting other people's evil deeds, there were only two people he never mentioned.

Zhou Zhiruo.

Mo Shenggu.

That day was Qingming, and there has always been a custom of offering sacrifices to ancestors and sweeping graves for the dead during the Qingming and Winter Solstice, but Song Qingshu had never seen anyone go to his graveyard to worship at the Winter Solstice last year, and no one would be willing to risk the world when it comes to Qingming Dabuwei came to visit the grave of this villain.Unexpectedly, after sitting bored until dusk, two disciples of the third generation came down from Wudang Mountain. The tall and bookish one was Tang Jianlin, the disciple of the Fourth Master Uncle, and the one with the ape-armed waist and a simple and honest face was Fang Zhenwu, the disciple of the Second Master Uncle. .The two of them worked together and took out two white candles, a stack of yellow paper and some fruits from their respective sleeves like a magic trick, and placed them in front of Song Qingshu's tomb.

"Pear Blossom White, your favorite wine." Tang Jianlin finally took out another wine jar and three wine glasses, filled them up and placed a glass in front of Song Qingshu's tomb.He picked up the cup in front of him, took a deep breath and said slowly, "Brother Song, although you are proud and arrogant, you are sincere to the disciples of the master. You taught me the soft sword on behalf of the master. This cup , Thank you for granting the sword." After speaking, he slowly poured the wine in the glass in front of Song Qingshu's tomb, and filled the second glass. "You are obsessed with beauty and betrayed the sect, what you have done is quite disgusting to Jianlin..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Zhenwu who was beside him had already slammed into him, staring at him obviously didn't agree with his swearing and revealing.I could only hear Fang Zhenwu's rough voice: "Senior Brother Song, there is no grass anywhere in the world, the head of the week... Hey!" Maybe because he realized that the right and wrong of a woman behind his back was also not the work of a hero. Pat on the thigh, "If you meet Seventh Master Uncle, you will be sorry to him, and don't be so confused in your next life!"

"Yes! Dust returns to dust, dust returns to dust, in the next life you have to be pure-hearted, and don't make mistakes again." Tang Jianlin sighed.

Song Qingshu stood silently by the tomb watching the two secretly worshiping him, not knowing what it was like.

"What are you doing?" Just as he was stunned secretly, a roar like a thunderbolt suddenly sounded beside his ears.The two of them followed the prestige at the same time, but when they saw the dark Song Yuanqiao galloping down the mountain, his left sleeve swelled and a gust of wind rushed towards him, Tang Jianlin and Fang Zhenwu felt their hearts were suffocated and their breath was blocked. At the same time, he took two steps back and fell heavily to the ground.As for the pitiful offerings in front of Song Qingshu's tomb, Song Yuanqiao's internal energy brought them up and smashed them on the tombstone, turning them into powder.

"Master!" Tang Jianlin and Fang Zhenwu rushed to hug him at the same time, "Master, calm down!"

Song Yuanqiao waved his long arms, dragged the collars of the two men from left to right and threw them fiercely, and said in a hateful voice: "Such a rebellious and unfilial animal deserves to be sacrificed?" Before Tang Jianlin and Fang Zhenwu pleaded again, they Pointing at the two of them, he shouted: "If you dare to pay homage to this beast in private again, don't blame me for being ruthless and ordering your master to deal with it according to the family rules! Hurry up and go back!"

Song Qingshu was ashamed and indignant, furious in his heart: Even if there are thousands of mistakes, I am already dead. If you refuse to recognize me, I have nothing to say, so why bother to kill them all?He glared at Song Yuanqiao, but suddenly realized that Song Yuanqiao's hands were stiff and trembling, and there was a deep wound on the palm of his right hand, dripping blood dripping on the grass like running water, probably caused by the cut from the broken wine jar just now .Song Yuanqiao entered Wudang when he was young, and his internal strength has reached the level of a master. How could some fragments of the wine jar hurt him if he was such a master?Looking at Song Yuanqiao's face again, it has been half a year since he was covered with white hair and looked haggard, and he no longer has the vigor and vigor of the head of the Seven Heroes of the Wu Dynasty.Song Qingshu's heart was sour, and he knelt down beside Song Yuanqiao silently.

After Tang Jianlin and Fang Zhenwu left, Song Yuanqiao stood alone in front of his wife's grave for a long time, and finally left alone with a long sigh.Song Qingshu just wanted to imitate his father and sit alone in front of his mother's tomb for a while, but his soul seemed to be locked by Song Yuanqiao's side. When Song Yuanqiao moved, he followed back to Wudang Mountain involuntarily.

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Note 1: Song Qingshu called his parents "daddy" and "mother" is the way Jin Dada wrote in the original book "Yitian Tulong Ji". This article is a fanfic born out of Yitian's original work.Drinking water and thinking about the source, for the purpose of respecting the original author, unless there is a principled error or because of the need for the concept of this article, the author will respect and adopt the original author's writing method.We apologize for any inconvenience caused to readers!If there are similar situations in the following, they will be noted in the text one by one!

Note 2: Fang Zhenwu and Tang Jianlin, two disciples of the Wudang School in the text, belong to my original work.Song Qingshu's mother, ahem, this theory should indeed exist, Wen's, is a fabrication of the author.Considering that this article takes Song and Qingshu as the protagonists, and Song Qingshu was originally a supporting role in Jin Dada’s "Yi Tian Tu Long Ji", so the author will create some characters related to Song Qingshu in this article. Readers please understand and forgive me .If there are original characters below, the author will indicate them one by one.