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

The rebel army won a big victory, but Song Qingshu was still not happy.For no other reason, Wang Baobao ran away again!In the early morning, the rebel army completely defeated the Yuan army led by Borotmoor. Song Qingshu led the cavalry to chase for dozens of miles, and the general abandoned the army and fled to capture Bolotmoor alive, but Wang Baobao was never seen.

Therefore, after winning this great battle, everyone was rejoiced, only Song Qingshu was still angry.After the battle, the rebels and the disciples of the beggar gang were all exhausted, so they temporarily set up camps in the dense forest to rest for a while.However, when these men who were lying on the ground in disarray and couldn't get up even kicked saw Song Qingshu rushing into the gate with a whip in his hand, they rolled and crawled out of the way at the same time, not daring to take a breath, and watched them off Following Song Qingshu, he strode across the shaft to his camp.

Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu were following behind Song Qingshu, seeing his face was bloodless with anger, Mo Shenggu couldn't help but catch up a few steps, and comforted him: "Qingshu, maybe Wang Baobao has already died, it's just that the soldiers are here for a while. His body has not yet been counted."

"Impossible!" Song Qingshu said viciously, "Wang Baobao's outsmart strategy is far superior to Borotmoor's. Borotmoor almost ran away. Does Wang Baobao need to mention it?"

Seeing that Song Qingshu was so angry that he could still use his thoughts, Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu couldn't help but sigh together.Their nephew is good at everything, the only regret is that his mind is too small!The two were helpless, Han Shantong, Zhu Yuanzhang, Xu Da, Wang Lie and others who were still following behind Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu also stepped forward.This time the Mingjiao Rebel Army fought against the Yuan soldiers, the disciples of the Maitreya Sect were trapped in Anqing, and the disciples of the White Lotus Sect came to rescue them, but they were blocked in Huoshan by Borotmoor with the plan of besieging the city. If it wasn't for Song Qingshu, the disciples of the two sects might have become The souls of the dead under the Yuan army knife.In terms of credit, Song Qingshu should be the first one.Song Qingshu was so good at using troops, Han Shantong didn't dare to ignore him anymore, he stepped forward and cupped his hands and said: "If it wasn't for Song Shaoxia this time, all the disciples of my two sects would have fallen into the Borotmoor hub."

Seeing Han Shantong coming forward to express his gratitude, Song Qingshu's expression softened a little, and he replied softly: "If it weren't for the elite soldiers under Chief Han's command, even if the subordinates have the ability to change the day and change the day, it would be difficult to turn the tide." He said with hatred, "It's a pity that Wang Baobao escaped in the end! This man is also a famous general for a while, and he will definitely be the life and death enemy of the rebel army in the future!"

The siege of Anqing was successfully resolved, and the disciples of the Maitreya Sect established a firm foothold in southern Anhui. They joined hands with the Red Scarf Army stationed in Henan, and even managed to make their way to Nanjing.However, seeing that Song Qingshu was still holding on to Wang Baobao, Wang Lie finally couldn't help but said loudly: "Qingshu, if you defeat Wang Baobao on the battlefield, what's the point of just telling him a few jokes? And relax, sooner or later It's a day to catch him!" Wang Lie said, everyone looked embarrassed, and the sound of coughing in their throats kept coming and going, obviously a few jokes from Wang Baobao outside Tongcheng had already spread to their ears.

Song Qingshu saw that they turned their heads and didn't dare to look at him. They didn't know that they had heard Wang Baobao's words, and his mood became even worse.He didn't even have the interest to continue chatting with them, so he just turned his head and went to his tent bitterly.But at this moment, a Red Scarf Army who was pressing down on Borotmoor came forward and said: "Song Shaoxia, this tartar said... said..."

Song Qingshu was so angry, how could he endure the red scarf soldier's speech so hesitantly, he immediately turned his head and asked, "What did you say?"

"I said that I would exchange 10 taels of gold for my own life." Song Qingshu shouted angrily, and the red scarf soldier's heart trembled, and he hurriedly poured beans out of a bamboo tube.Although he responded for Bolotmoor, he was unwilling to let Bolotmoor die.However, since the uprising, the rebel army has been short of food and wages, and he does not know whether Chief Han will agree.

"Are you short of the 10 taels?" Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu sternly cursed.Borotmoor is also a famous general, if he is released, the loss to the rebel army in the future will be more than the 10 taels of gold?

The red scarf soldier shrank his neck and dared not speak again.

At this moment, Song Qingshu turned around and looked coldly at the disheveled Borotmoor, and said slowly, "When the Tartars killed us Han people, did they give us a chance to redeem our lives? "As soon as Song Qingshu said this, all the rebels immediately glared at Borotmoor and wanted to kill him.

Seeing this, Borotmoor knew that it was unreasonable, he couldn't help looking at Song Qingshu and hissed: "The life of a Han is equivalent to a donkey!"

Before Bolotmoore finished speaking, Song Qingshu raised the horsewhip in his hand, only to hear the horsewhip vibrate in the air with a "snap", and slapped fiercely on the face that was still rebellious until now, Bolot There was a bloodstain on Moore's gloomy face.Song Qingshu looked at him coldly, and said softly: "Polotmoor, your dog's head is worthless!" All the rebels in the dense forest immediately applauded.

Borotmoor was born noble, how could he endure such humiliation, he roared instantly, struggled and rushed forward, wanting to die with Song Qingshu.However, his shoulders were restrained by the Red Scarf Army, and just now he took two steps, his knees were hit by two small stones thrown by Mo Shenggu, and he knelt down hard on the ground.But he still didn't give up, he just stared at Song Qingshu hard with his neck stuck, the veins on his neck burst, and he growled, "Song Qingshu! Song Qingshu!" It seemed that he was willing to swallow him alive.

Song Qingshu was not afraid, and only gave an order: "Drag it out, cut it off!"

Song Qingshu commanded the Red Turban Army to win two battles in a row. The Red Turban Army had great admiration for him. After hearing his order, the Red Turban Army immediately claimed yes and dragged Borotmoor out.The soul chasing drum sounded quickly, and after a short while, Borotmoor's head was hanging bloody on the gate of the shaft.Seeing this, all the rebels couldn't help applauding. Since the Red Scarf Army rebelled seven years ago, Bolotmur was the highest-ranked Mongolian general they killed.The death of Borotmoor was enough to shake the world, and the Yuan Ting's country was even more in jeopardy.

Song Qingshu used his troops like a god and acted decisively. Xu Da had already been convinced. He had already reported to Song Qingshu the situation of Maitreya Sect's rebel army in Anqing. I don’t know how to deal with more than a thousand Yuan soldiers captured as prisoners of war?”

As soon as Xu Da's words came out, Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu's hearts unexpectedly "thumped" at the same time.Seeing Song Qingshu's eyes gradually darken, Mo Shenggu couldn't help being even more panicked, he hurriedly stepped forward, and said loudly: "Qingshu, don't make your father worry about you!"

At this moment, Song Qingshu let out a breath slowly, closed his eyes slightly, and the figure of the Mongolian and Han couple floated in his mind again.After a while, Song Qingshufang said in a low voice: "Uncle Qi, there are some things that you know are wrong, but someone should do them. If there is a retribution for evil, then it will be retribution on me alone!" A stern look flashed across, and he said in a concentrated voice, "Not one left!"

With Song Qingshu's order, Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu changed color at the same time.The two were about to talk, but Wang Lie suddenly shouted: "Okay!" He had heard about Song Qingshu being detained by Zhang Sanfeng for a year in Daozang after he wiped out the Mongolian garrison in central Hubei, but he didn't take it seriously in his heart. "If the Mongols live in peace with us Han people and have no blood of our Han people on our hands, we naturally shouldn't kill innocent people indiscriminately. But these Yuan troops are full of evil, so why should we show mercy?"

Yin Liting also knew that what Wang Lie said was right, but they stopped Song Qingshu not out of pity for these blood-debt Yuan troops. "Qing Shu is the future head of Wudang, with such a strong desire to kill, he will eventually be hurt..." He looked at Song Qingshu worriedly, his lips twitched twice, and he swallowed back the sentence "I'm afraid it won't end well".

Unexpectedly, before Yin Liting finished speaking, Chang Yuchun said in a clear voice: "A man stands upright, he should have the heart to help the world, serve the country, and build meritorious deeds. If he lives a busy life, even if he is over a hundred years old, he will waste too much food. Song Shaoxia uses soldiers like this Great, you Wudang faction don’t know how to employ people!”

When Chang Yuchun talked about this, what else could Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu say?Only wry smile.The Wudang Seven Heroes have chivalry in their hearts, so they naturally know that they should serve the country by helping the world.But as elders, they hope that Song Qingshu can live a peaceful and smooth life.

But at this time, there was a sudden commotion outside the gate, and a voice shouted loudly: "Master! The leader has arrived!" Immediately afterwards, many voices of "See the leader" came intermittently in this dense forest. sounded.At this time, Han Shantong, Zhu Yuanzhang, Xu Da and others were all standing beside Song Qingshu, and there was only one person who could be called the leader by the rebel army——Zhang Wuji!

Thinking of this, Han Shantong and the others looked terrified at the same time, hurriedly bowed their hands to Song Qingshu, and then strode towards the gate of the gate.Everyone walked out of the gate, and sure enough, they saw Zhang Wuji, accompanied by Fan Yao and Wei Yixiao, coming slowly towards the gate, and beside him was a beautiful young woman, that woman was naturally the head of the Emei sect Zhou Zhiruo.Seeing Zhang Wuji appearing here, Han Shantong rushed forward, knelt down and saluted, "Han Shantong, a disciple of the White Lotus Sect, see the leader!"

As soon as Han Shan Tongfang knelt down, all the rebels behind him knelt down and shouted at the same time: "See the leader!" Both the Bailian sect and the Maitreya sect are large in number, and the orderly shouts are as powerful as a landslide and tsunami , Teach people to be horrified and moved.

Song Qingshu only smiled when he saw this situation, although he saw that Zhou Zhiruo was beside Zhang Wuji, but he didn't want to step forward at this moment, so he turned and walked towards his camp.However, his energy had been exhausted after a night of fighting, and he had just chatted with Han Shantong and others for a long time, but he was only trying to support himself. At this time, he took two steps, staggered on his feet, swayed his body slightly, and fell to the seat all of a sudden. on the ground.

"Qing Shu!" Seeing this, Mo Shenggu was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to support him, preventing him from falling down.

Song Qingshu waved his hands feebly, and said in a low voice: "Uncle Qi, I'm a little bit out of strength." As he spoke, he couldn't bear it anymore and just lowered his head and gasped for breath.

Mo Shenggu saw that his complexion was pale, and his fingers were tightly grasping the ghost mask. Due to the excessive force, the tips of his fingers were slightly white.And his body was trembling slightly, the sweat on his forehead was dripping down the ground along his temples, and he was panting heavily.Seeing this, Mo Shenggu couldn't help frowning slightly, and reached into his armor, only to realize that under the armor, Song Qingshu's body was hot and his muscles were tense, but his robe was already wet with sweat, and it was tightly attached to his body. "Why didn't you say it earlier?" He complained softly, but he never expected Song Qingshu's answer in his heart.It seems that he has already known that it is related to the overall situation, and his nephew has always been used to forbearance.

But Yin Liting knew that this nephew always loves cleanliness, so he couldn't help saying: "If you are tired, get up first, what do you look like sitting on the ground?"

Unexpectedly, Song Qingshufang was choked when he opened his mouth, and he couldn't answer, he only coughed and gasped.The panting was light and rapid, and Mo Shenggu's face was red and his ears were warm and flustered.

Wang Lie was not a disciple of the Ming Cult, so he never went forward to meet Zhang Wuji.Seeing Song Qingshu's frail body, he couldn't help frowning and said, "Qingshu, you should be 23 by now?"

Seeing Wang Lie suddenly asking about his age, Song Qingshu didn't know why, so he just nodded slightly in a daze.

"Hurry up!" Wang Lie said earnestly, "As the saying goes, Huo Qubing died when he was your age!"

Song Qingshu was stunned when he heard the words, not knowing how to respond, Zhang Wuji talked with Han Shantong and others for a few words, and then led the crowd towards him.

Seeing Song Qingshu sitting on the ground in a state of embarrassment, the black armor on his body was almost stained dark red by the blood, Zhang Wuji couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly, looking at Song Qingshu with a rather unpredictable expression.Zhang Wuji knew that Song Qingshuyou was good at the art of war, but he didn't take it very seriously.Song Qingshu made plans in Wan'an Temple to resolve the siege of Bianliang, and he only thought that Song Qingshu had the memory of his previous life, so he predicted how King Ruyang would arrange it.However, Zhang Wuji is very clear about the battle of Anqing this time, neither in history nor in the original book, it never happened.Just now he heard what Xu Da said, that the siege of Anqing was all due to Song Qingshu turning things around, he still didn't believe it, but now seeing the bloodstains and numerous scars on Song Qingshu's armor, he had no choice but to believe it.After a brief meeting with Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu, he solemnly bowed to Song Qingshu and said with a low smile, "The siege of Anqing is thanks to Brother Song's generous help, Wuji will remember it in his heart! "

Song Qingshu's whole body was as straight as a frame falling apart, unable to move at all, yet he received Zhang Wuji's gift in a grand manner.Seeing him take a deep breath twice, Fang Youyu said: "Do what is right, Junior Brother Zhang don't have to take it to heart."

Song Qingshu didn't take any credit for his understatement, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but raised his eyebrows a little funny, and suddenly stretched out his hand to interlock Zhou Zhiruo's ten fingers beside him, and said softly: "Wuji and Zhiruo are helping each other in adversity, and it has been determined by the adoptive father as the main alliance." Lifetime, we will get married in a few days. At that time, I will invite Brother Song to treat me to a glass of wedding wine."

Zhang Wuji's two words are also understatement but imply profound inner strength, they clearly sounded in the ears of all the rebels.As soon as his words fell, there was a huge cheer in the hall, and countless voices shouted at the same time: "Congratulations to the leader! Congratulations to the leader's wife!" Zhou Zhiruo stood beside Zhang Wuji blushing with embarrassment, but a pair of beautiful But she only looked at Zhang Wuji affectionately, obviously she was also happy with Zhang Wuji's decision.

When Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu heard the words, they couldn't help frowning at the same time to show displeasure.Yin Liting has a kind heart, but he felt that it was inappropriate for Zhang Wuji to mention in front of Song Qingshu that he had made a marriage contract with Zhou Zhiruo; Mo Shenggu saw that Zhao Min was familiar with the inside story of Lingsnake Island, and even more aware of the suffering of his nephew, he was already full of anger , almost yelling at Zhang Wuji for "too much bullying".However, Song Qingshu, the protagonist of the incident, was unmoved. He looked at Zhou Zhiruo calmly for a while, and said in a low voice, "Congratulations!"

Just now, Zhou Zhiruo from the Mingjiao Rebel Army shouted loudly that Zhou Zhiruo can ignore it, Song Qingshu is Zhang Wuji's senior brother, but Zhou Zhiruo had to respond to his words, so she bent her knees slightly, and said softly: "Thank you, Senior Brother Song!"

Zhang Wuji saw that Song Qingshu never lost his composure even though he described it as a mess, he smiled again, and said: "Brother Song, let's take a rest, when we have free time, the two of us will talk about our farewell again!" As he spoke, he pulled Zhou Zhiruo turned around and walked out.

As soon as Zhang Wuji left, Fan Yao and Wei Yixiao followed naturally, Han Shantong, Xu Da and others also respectfully sent them to the gate of Yuanmen.Seeing him walking all the way, all the Mingjiao soldiers bowed their heads and saluted, with such a grandeur, Yin Liting suddenly felt a little inexplicable, as if he was far less happy than when he first saw Zhang Wuji and the Mingjiao disciples whizzing over in the Wudang sect.

Song Qingshu didn't care about this, he sat on the ground for a while, gathered a little strength, and then struggled to stand up.

A red scarf soldier standing beside Song Qingshu couldn't help feeling sad when he saw his face was as white as paper, his body was shaking, and he looked extremely weak.He stared at Song Qingshu for a moment, then suddenly landed on one knee, cupped his fists and saluted, "Thank you Song Shaoxia for saving my life!"

Song Qingshu was startled when he heard the words, and before he could react, several red scarf soldiers standing behind him also knelt down on one knee and shouted in unison: "Thank you Song Shaoxia for saving your life!"

Immediately afterwards, another group of red scarf soldiers knelt down and shouted: "Thank you Song Shaoxia for saving your life!" I saw one group passing by another, and after a while, the Mingjiao Rebel Army and Beggars' Sect disciples in the entire Xingyuan had all knelt down. On the ground, they yelled loudly one after another: "Thank you Song Shaoxia for saving your life!" The shouts poured in like waves, getting louder and louder, and the mighty momentum made the whole Xingyuan feel excited.The man's bloody pride is so generous!

Not long after, even Zhang Wuji and the others who had just walked out were startled, and couldn't help turning their heads to look back.Seeing such a sincere and loyal scene, Zhang Wuji couldn't help sighing softly, and said with a complicated expression: "What people want is what the world wants!"

Song Qingshu stood there at a loss, and after a while, he turned his head to look at Mo Shenggu behind him.Mo Shenggu's eyes were red, he only looked at him silently and smiled slightly.

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Director: Master Zhang, what do you think?

Wuji: I am the main character!I am the protagonist!

Qingshu: I often say this sentence, Wuji, you will get used to it gradually...

Wuji: ...