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

Song Qingshu staggered like a marionette all the way back to Wudang with Song Yuanqiao. The second uncle in the Zhenwu Hall was leading the Wudang disciples to do evening classes. If it was in the past, even if Song Yuanqiao was not on duty, whenever he met disciples doing morning and evening classes, he would always stop for a while to check the progress Or go down to give some pointers, but today he passed by the side hall without squinting and walked towards the back hall.Song Qingshu followed his father through the apse of Zixiao Palace and passed through the Parents' Palace to a certain dining room in the apse of Parents' Palace. Song Yuanqiao pushed the door and entered. The unsuspecting Song Qingshu was about to follow up, facing the gossip at the door. But at this moment, a golden light suddenly shot straight at him, as if pierced by a sharp knife in the heart, Song Qingshu couldn't even let out a scream, and he fell down heavily with his eyes wide open in vain .After waiting for a while, Song Yuanqiao had already closed the door. "Daddy, why did you move here? Daddy!" Song Qingshu still struggled to break into the room to ask what happened, but as soon as he approached the door within three steps, the golden light would surely rush to kill him.

No matter how noisy he is, no one hears or answers.

Song Qingshu fell to the ground exhausted, but his heart gradually became clear: his own son betrayed his master and killed his uncle, how could he still be the head of Wudai?How can I still live in Zixiao Palace?

A little gossip can subdue him, and he can come and go freely in front of Emperor Zhenwu in the Zhenwu Hall.Strange!Song Qingshu sat cross-legged on the Zhenwu Hall, helpless.It has been half a month since he returned to Wudang with his father, and he has never been able to enter Song Yuanqiao's dining hall, and Song Yuanqiao seems to have closed himself, and has not been able to leave the door for a few days.Song Qingshu had nothing to do and could only wander around Wudang, but the places he could come and go were much larger than in front of his tomb half a month ago, but he still had to pay attention to avoid gossip.Not long after, the morning class bell rang, everyone in Wudang except Grand Master and Dad came to the Zhenwu Hall for morning class. After the morning class, it was martial arts performance. Today's fourth master Zhang Songxi was on duty, leading his disciples to practice Zhenshanzhang.Tiyun Zong and Zhenshan Palm are the two unique techniques of Wudang. There are only 24 movements in a set of Zhenshan Palm, but it is not easy to practice them proficiently.Zhou Yunshi, a new disciple of the Fourth Master Uncle's family, is only fourteen years old, and he has only learned Zhenshan Palm for only two months. Seeing that all the brothers in the hall are familiar with the palm technique, only he himself is stumbling, so anxious and ashamed that he almost wants to cry come out.Song Qingshu watched Zhou Yunshi's round face turn red with cold eyes, and it was quite funny. Among the several uncles, only the fourth uncle was the most strict in choosing apprentices.Zhou Yunshi's comprehension must be very good to be accepted by the Fourth Martial Uncle, but he is just shy and unwilling to lose face in front of all his fellow apprentices.The reason Song Qingshu can understand is naturally clearer to Zhang Songxi. Although he is taciturn, he has always been kind to his disciples. Seeing Zhou Yunshi's face full of grievances, his eyes flushed and tears about to fall, he raised his hand to draw him to his side, and said softly : "It's not easy to learn the ten-way Zhenshan palm in two months. This No. 11 Lu Zhentian iron palm will be demonstrated again by the teacher. You can see it clearly."

After another demonstration, Zhou Yunshi was able to keep up with Zhang Songxi's rhythm.Zhang Songxi smiled with satisfaction, stroked his beard and said: "Yunshi, with your comprehension, you can learn this set of palms in three months, but you still need to practice hard when fighting with others."

Although Zhou Yunshi's introduction is short, he has already understood that Zhenshan Palm is difficult to learn and difficult to master. It is considered outstanding for ordinary disciples who can learn it in half a year.His juvenile heart burst into laughter immediately, and asked enthusiastically, "Master, am I the fastest to learn?"

Zhang Songxi stretched out his hand and patted the top of his head, "Your brother Qingshu back then..." For a moment, the entire Zhenwu Hall fell silent.For a long time, among the Seven Heroes of Wudang, only Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Cuishan had married wives and had children, and none of the other five heroes were married.However, Zhang Wuji’s fate was unfortunate and he stayed in Wudang for a short time. Only Song Qingshu was often at the knees of Master Chenghuan and other brothers in Wudang. What's the difference?After a while, Zhang Songxi sighed for a long time, and sadly ordered: "You guys continue to practice." Turning around and walking towards the inner hall.

... Back then, I only studied for three months.Song Qingshu smiled wryly, walked out of the hall a few steps and sat down on the threshold exhausted.Why do you have to learn so fast?so good?Especially that road... the shaking iron palm.

In the blink of an eye, the mid-autumn festival is here again, and the disciples of Wudang sect still have their parents at the foot of the mountain, saying goodbye to the sect and going down the mountain to reunite with their families. The grand master and father still stay behind closed doors. Now only the four heroes of the Wudang sect lead their disciples to celebrate the mid-autumn festival .Mo Shenggu passed away for less than three years, and Song Qingshu passed away for less than a year. This Mid-Autumn Festival was really boring.Song Qingshu looked at the desolation of Wudang and recalled the lively and joyous gatherings in those days, he became more and more restless and had to stay far away.After the Mid-Autumn Festival, cold dew fell from the sky, and within a few days, a famous doctor was invited to Wudang Mountain, but he saw Song Yuanqiao's wind-cold syndrome.Song Qingshu followed several masters and uncles and listened to the famous doctor in Central Hubei: "Song Daxia's disease is only for the outside, and the accumulation of the seven emotions damages the internal organs. It is the disease. I went to the doctor for consultation, and the wind and cold can't be cured." The root of the disease, the heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine." All the masters were silent.Sending the consultation money to thank the famous doctor, the sixth master hurriedly ordered his disciples to take the medicine according to the prescription, the second master entered the fasting room to visit Song Yuanqiao, but Song Qingshu was still turned away by the gossip.After several efforts, he only ended up in excruciating pain like skinning and tearing apart his bones, and even his soul seemed to be scattered. His heart became more and more angry and resentful, so he simply rushed into the Zhenwu Hall and practiced martial arts over and over again.Song Qingshu was originally talented in swordsmanship, and during this period of time he spent time in the Zhenwu Hall performing martial arts with his brothers and sisters. Now that he practiced Wudang swordsmanship one after another, his skill is even stronger than before.His heart is full of gloomy thoughts, his body is soulful, and he doesn't know how tired he was. He practiced it for a long time and gradually became more comfortable. His heart became clear, until Yueshang Zhongtian unknowingly found that even the Tai Chi sword that he had learned so hard in life was very good. It is performed smoothly, and it is so deep that the meaning of "God is before the sword, continuous and endless" in Taiji sword is obviously a glimpse of the door and it is very elegant.Song Qingshu stared blankly at his hands. At that time, Zhang Wuji's great enemy only took half an hour to learn Taiji swordsmanship, and he cut off an arm of the "Eight-Armed Excalibur" Fang Dongbai. , What kind of majesty and glory?But what about himself?For many years, everyone has said that he is a leader among the three generations of Wudang disciples. All the uncles and grand masters recognize his talent in swordsmanship, but he just can't learn Taiji swordsmanship!At first, he only felt that this sword technique was soft and slow, which did not match his character.So the more you don't, the more eager you are, and the more eager you are, the more you deviate from the sword intent, and the more it looks like a joke.But he didn't know that as long as he practiced calmly, it was only half an hour for him.Song Qingshu looked at the bright moon outside the window and let out a long sigh, with mixed emotions in his heart, not knowing whether it was joy or sadness.

After the winter solstice, Song Yuanqiao's condition became more and more serious. Famous doctors from both Hubei and Anhui came to see him once. In the end, even Zhang Wuji was alarmed and personally adjusted Song Yuanqiao's pulse.Song Qingshu heard Zhang Wuji say with tears in his eyes: "Master has a will to die, and his life is gone." It was like five thunderbolts, and he didn't care whether Zhang Wuji could hear it, just knelt in front of him and begged: "Junior Brother Zhang, please help me!" Save my father! I know that I am narrow-minded and sorry for you, I know I was wrong! I will never dare to fight with you again! Please save my father!"

As expected, Zhang Wuji didn't notice anything, and the senior uncles were also silent.Not long after, Grand Master also got the news and came to the Zhaitang.Seeing Zhang Sanfeng appearing, Song Qingshu was refreshed, and hurriedly kowtowed to Zhang Sanfeng, "I beg Grand Master to save my father!"

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at him with a strange look on his face, turned his palms, and intentionally or unintentionally stopped Song Qingshu from kowtowing. "How about the far bridge?"

Fourth Master Uncle repeated Zhang Wuji's words with a sad face, and said, "Second Brother is staying with Eldest Brother inside."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed: "Life and death are fate." He patted Song Qingshu on the shoulder lightly.

Song Qingshu shook his head, this was the first time he was able to touch other people after his death, he hurriedly grabbed Zhang Sanfeng's clothes and begged: "Grand Master, please take me to see my father..."

Zhang Sanfeng held Song Qingshu's hand and led him into Song Yuanqiao's dining hall.When Song Qingshu saw the gossip, he still subconsciously shrunk his shoulders to dodge, but this time there was no movement in the gossip.

Seeing the pale Song Yuanqiao leaning against the head of the bed weakly, Song Qingshu hurriedly let go of Zhang Sanfeng, ran forward and knelt down in front of him, crying, "Daddy! Daddy, what's wrong with you?"

Song Yuanqiao was also unaware. When he saw Zhang Sanfeng, he struggled to get up and kowtowed at the head of the bed: "I have seen the master. The disciple is not filial, and the master has to worry about it at such an age!"

Zhang Sanfeng has experienced the world situation for a long time, so he didn't say much nonsense about "restoring with peace of mind" at this time, and after pondering for a moment, he said bluntly: "Yuanqiao, you killed Qingshu with a slap for my teacher, do you blame me?"

Song Qingshu trembled all over his body, trembling uncontrollably like chaff, just knelt on the spot in a daze, not daring to make a sound.

"It's the fault of the father if he doesn't raise him; if he doesn't teach strictly, it's the teacher's laziness. The disciple is both a teacher and a father. Qingshu's fate is because the disciple didn't teach him well." Song Yuanqiao lowered his head and sighed, "The disciple can't blame him. Master, let alone blame Master."

Although Song Yuanqiao was near death, his mind was still clear, but Zhang Sanfeng didn't know how to comfort him.Even though Song Qingshu made thousands of mistakes, but no one is ruthless than grass and trees, doesn't even he himself still feel intolerable towards Qingshu?

But Song Yuanqiao was calm now that he had opened his mouth, coughed a few times and continued: "This son is the only one in his [-]s, and his mother died early, so Tuer pity him for his loneliness and dote on him. He is proud and arrogant. Seeing that Wuji's children are more famous in martial arts than him, he feels angry, and makes a big mistake because of a woman's jealousy. The seventh brother entered Wudang when he was still a baby. Empty, raised the seventh brother as his own child. When Wen Shi passed away, besides Qing Shu, what Wen Shi cared about the most was telling me to make a marriage contract for the seventh brother. ...Wen's family passed away, and the seventh brother kept his mother's filial piety for one year! Qingshu..." Song Yuan's expression of resentment and pain on the bridge continued to intertwine and finally turned into iron-like determination, "He deserves to die!"

Song Qingshu's whole body trembled as if he had been severely whipped. He didn't dare to quibble, so he kowtowed deeply and didn't get up again.Mo Shenggu and Song Qingshu are called uncles and nephews, but they are only seven or eight years apart in age. They were raised together by Song Yuanqiao, and their relationship is like brothers like father and son.Song Qingshu also knew: Yes, I deserve to die!

"He was greedy for beauty and fell in love with Zhou Zhiruo. It's not wrong that a gentle lady and a gentleman are good at sex. It's just that Zhou Zhiruo was the head of the house. Does he understand? Is he worthy?" Song Yuanqiao sneered, with a look of sarcasm and displeasure.

Song Yuanqiao resigned as head of Wudai and was replaced by Yu Lianzhou. After Zhou Zhiruo returned to Emei, he worked hard and used the great reputation of the Nine Yin Scriptures to subdue Emei's first disciple Ding Minjun with extreme party feathers, and broke the Emei male and female disciples. The male disciples of the school learned Emei's essence of martial arts, and now the Emei faction is powerful and aggressive, and they are truly heroes that cannot be underestimated.Hearing what Song Yuanqiao said, Yu Lianzhou also smiled wryly, and only sighed: "Master Zhou's vision and skill are beyond Qingshu's reach, and his martial arts strategy is even worse than flattering horses..."

Song Qingshu, who was kneeling on the ground, was even more ashamed and indignant when he thought of the cynicism of Emei disciples towards him after he was seriously injured in Shaolin.After betraying his teacher, he was a bereaved dog. Miss Zhou had never had affection for him before, so why was she ever moved after that?This woman is gentle, gentle, and pitiful. At the beginning, every frown and smile made him fascinated. The promise to marry Zhang Wuji after killing Zhang Wuji, and the "husband" in that voice, now wanting to come, now wanting to come... Song Qingshu was dripping with cold sweat, never Dare to think about it.

"On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, my apprentice secretly went...to see that beast..." Song Yuanqiao said bitterly.

"Daddy!" Song Qingshu suddenly raised his head when he heard the words, threw himself on Song Yuanqiao and cried, "I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong..."

Song Yuanqiao took out a book from under his pillow and handed it to Zhang Sanfeng. "The master wants the disciples to concentrate on studying Taijiquan. The profound meaning of the boxing has been written into a book, please correct it; this book, this one, the interpretation of Taiji swordsmanship... Qing Shu always fails to learn Taiji swordsmanship because of his impatience. Master please allow..."

"As a teacher, I will burn it in front of the green book for you." Zhang Sanfeng said softly.

"Thank you, master!" Song Yuanqiao seemed to let go of a big stone in Zhang Sanfeng's words, lying on the head of the bed with his eyes half closed, but his eyes were lost, and he only looked at the void and murmured to himself, "Flesh and blood, brotherhood, even if How can I have the face to see my seventh brother again when I get to the Nine Springs? Goodbye madam?"

Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Lianzhou were both silent and sad, only Song Qingshu continued to cry "Daddy", the ghost had no tears at all, but he shed tears when he was so sad, the dark red teardrops turned out to be tears of blood.

When Song Yuanqiao was on the verge of death, he seemed to see Song Qingshu kneeling in front of him and crying loudly, smiling, reaching out his hand to stroke his cheek and give him some advice, but he closed his eyes and passed away before his fingers touched him.

"Daddy! I killed you!" Song Qingshu yelled in pain, his heart suffocated, and he passed out immediately.

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Original character: Zhou Yunshi, a disciple of the Wudang School.