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

A month later, Zhang Songxi and others returned to Wudang smoothly by sea with two ships of goods and 30 taels of silver.Wudang was dumbfounded at the huge profits made by doing business in Quanzhou this time. Originally Song Qingshu proposed to do business, but Zhang Sanfeng and Wudang heroes just tried it out temporarily with the mentality of a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Now the money comes so easily. Still in a dream.However, the so-called money is a hero's courage. Regardless of how Wudang feels about this huge sum of money that has never been seen in his life, at least Wudang does have a little more confidence in helping the victims.

Lu Min, who has been assisting Song Yuanqiao in managing the Wudang industry, is even more shrewd and capable. Song Yuanqiao only paid the half-shipload of grain and cloth and 30 taels of silver to the account. He has properly arranged various matters for the resettlement of the victims.When Song Yuanqiao went down the mountain to check, the faces of the [-] disaster victims who were originally attached to the precarious situation at the bottom of Wudang Mountain were now rekindled with eager hope for a new life. Worry-free, the steward of Wudang organized people to build wooden houses for them to spend the winter, and promised that if they had nowhere to go, they could continue to live in Wudang next year, and Wudang would arrange for everyone to reclaim wasteland to support themselves.In today's troubled times, grassroots people like them are willing to be slaves and handmaids if they want to survive, and they may not be able to do so. Now, as long as they are tenants for the Wudang faction, they can have a stable meal, what more can they ask for?What's more, Master Zhang of the Wudang faction is famous far and wide, and those Wudang disciples who often come down to help them work are even more modest and gentlemen, far more than those wolf-like officials in the court.Therefore, when Lu Min asked the victims if they would like to stay in Wudang, no one would.

The Wudang sect has taken in more than [-] disaster victims one after another. Although Song Yuanqiao is in charge of Wudang general affairs, it is impossible for everyone to see them. I've seen a lot, so I don't care much.However, this time, he was recognized by a disaster victim who was waiting in line for the porridge.This Huaixi victim lost his son and daughter-in-law in the flood, and only he and his little granddaughter escaped by lying on the door panel.Wandering all the way to Hubei, if it weren't for the Wudang faction to take in, he would have starved to death.The granddaughter suffered from a serious illness when she was young, and it was Song Yuanqiao who protected her with all his internal strength, and then invited a doctor to save her life.Seeing his granddaughter wake up that day, he just hugged his granddaughter and wept with joy, but he forgot to thank Song Yuanqiao. When he woke up, Song Yuanqiao had already left.Now seeing Lu Min accompanying Song Yuanqiao coming down the mountain, he hastily led his granddaughter to catch up a few steps, knelt heavily in front of Song Yuanqiao and hissed, "Thank you, hero Song! Thank you Wudang faction for saving your life!" , and kowtowed deeply.With him taking the lead, those disaster victims who were originally standing behind him knelt down again and kowtowed in unison to thank them.If it spread from one group to another, after a while, the foot of Wudang Mountain was full of victims kneeling down, and the shouts of "Thank you Song hero for saving your life! Thank you Wudang faction for saving your life!" resounded through the mountain for a long time.

Song Yuanqiao has done several earth-shattering good deeds every year since he walked the rivers and lakes. It can be said that he has saved countless people from fire and water.However, it was the first time he had experienced such a large and powerful one-hearted support today, even though Song Yuanqiao was experienced in Jianghu, he couldn't help being stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.He hurriedly took a step forward, helped the leading old man with a dimpled face, and said: "Old man, in today's troubled times, we are the blood of the Han family, so why should we support each other? Why should we thank each other? Old man, please get up! Everyone, Please get up!" Seeing Song Yuanqiao's emotion was hard to restrain, Lu Min also stepped forward to persuade a few words with a smile, and then the crowd slowly dispersed.With such a scene of people's support, if it was any other person with lofty ideals, it would be unavoidable to be complacent and sigh "the hearts of the people are available", but Xun Xun, who is as elegant as Song Yuanqiao, said in a low voice with reddish eyes: "I don't know when I will be able to enjoy peace... "

Lu Min didn't answer, but changed his mouth and said: "Now Wudang has a ship of grain and 30 taels of silver to pay for it, and this stall can finally be maintained. There is only one thing, news is always faster than human legs. If there are still victims of the disaster, do we still need it?" Take in?"

"Of course!" Song Yuanqiao replied without thinking, "As long as our Wudang faction still has a bite to eat, we can't just watch them starve to death!"

Lu Min was not surprised by Song Yuanqiao's answer, he just said: "Wudang has not made new clothes for two years, I don't know this year..."

Mentioning this, Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but blush.Every year the Wudang faction receives a lot of money from disciple Shuxiu, pilgrims, and rent from tenants. It's just that the Yellow River has often flooded these years, and if they want to help the victims and act chivalrously, they have to detain their own people.People in the Wulin only think of the Wudang faction as having a great career, but they are not only not rich but also very poor. "Cut a winter coat for everyone, and two for Master."

Lu Min frowned slightly, and suggested: "There are so many things to do to help the victims, why not give it to Wudang disciples first..."

"No need." Song Yuanqiao didn't appreciate it, he was very selfless. "This matter is not urgent. The top priority is to keep the victims safe through this year."

"Yes!" Lu Min lowered his head, quietly concealing the sympathy for Wudang disciples in his eyes.Wait until the victims are resettled before doing this?I'm afraid that at that time, Wudang might not even be able to get the money to make a pair of shoes for one person!

After parting with Lu Min, Song Yuanqiao went back to the mountain alone, and when he reached the dripping eaves, he heard a noise. Song Yuanqiao followed the sound and saw Feng Mozhi kneeling outside the mountain gate surrounded by several disciples.

"Now you are begging Master to accept you again, with a sincere and sad expression, do you understand how sad you are? Searching and looking, deserted, miserable..."

"Yanshan, what you teach is wrong! Junior Brother Feng's expression is clearly grief and indignation!"

"I think so too! You look, this face is black! Resentment! Resentment towards the teacher, disrespectful! Even if you stare at me, I will say the same!"

"Don't go too far!" Feng Mozhi, who had been tossed about for a long time, finally spoke, his voice was gloomy and his expression was not good, obviously he was trying to bear it.

"It's so kind to treat you like a donkey! We saw you alone, so we came here to accompany you!" Chang Feiyun's tone was sincere, but he looked like he was watching the show.

Feng Mozhi was furious, he didn't know how many times he had scolded Song Qingshu in his stomach, but he just dared not speak out.

"Little official has such a temper!" Huo Ran, who is naturally humorous, pretended to be a girl and leaned against Feng Mozhi, pinching his voice, "If a hero is in trouble, how can he not be accompanied by a beautiful woman? I will sleep with Feng Langsheng and die Same hole!"

As soon as Huo Ran's words fell, everyone burst into laughter, and Song Yuanqiao, who was standing not far away, couldn't help but laugh.He knew that the second junior brother Yu Lianzhou valued Feng Mozhi as an apprentice very much and would definitely recruit him into his sect again. Seeing that his disciples were still close to Feng Mozhi and did not hold grudges against him because of the incident in Quanzhou was also comforting in his heart.

"Ouch! The bell is ringing! It's time for dinner. Brother Feng, why don't you kneel down first? We'll come see you later!" Huo Ran, who had a face of living together and dying together, jumped up when he heard the bell Get up, just ran a few steps and then suddenly turned back. "Go on! Brother Song told me to take good care of you! If you are starved to death..." A steamed bun flew towards you with a whistling sound. "Your servant, I need to feel sorry for you!" He flew over with a bewitching wink and laughed a few times with everyone, and walked away with lightness kung fu.

"Mozhi." Song Yuanqiao sighed and stepped forward.

"Uncle Master!" Feng Mozhi was full of grievances. He had gone through a lot of hard work to persuade his father to allow him to return to Wudang, but he had knelt outside the mountain gate for a whole night without seeing Master's face after he came back. Make fun of him like a monkey.

"Your master is still angry, let's wait until his anger subsides." Song Yuanqiao said helplessly, "Mantou..." He forcibly pursed the corners of his lips to hide the narrowness in his eyes and said seriously, "Don't waste it!"

In this episode, Song Yuanqiao didn't immediately go back to the Zhaitang to eat, but went directly to Taizipo to find Song Qingshu who was still practicing.However, when he came to Taizipo, Song Yuanqiao never saw Song Qingshu who was practicing sword under the waterfall as usual, but only saw his seventh younger brother Mo Shenggu crouching on the bank with a tense body like a leopard hunting for prey, as if It is waiting for the prey to appear at any time to give a fatal blow.Song Yuanqiao felt weird and couldn't help but stepped forward and shouted: "Seventh brother, where is Qingshu?" Mo Shenggu didn't speak, but only motioned Song Yuanqiao to look down at the water with his eyes.Song Yuanqiao lowered his head following Mo Shenggu's line of sight, and saw Song Qingshu.His only son, Song Qingshu, was underwater at this time, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed and his hands knotted in seals in front of him, as if he was practicing Wudang inner skills.

"Qing Shu said that in Quanzhou that night he was trapped by the water ghosts of the Haisha Gang and couldn't get out of the water. He didn't want to be blessed by misfortune, but he felt his internal energy running underwater." Mo Shenggu suddenly raised his head and looked at Song Yuanqiao. It's hard to tell whether it's joy or sadness with complicated expressions.Martial arts practitioners practice internal strength against the sky. Running the breath of the dantian penetrates Rendu and broadens the meridians, which is like washing the meridians and cutting the marrow to renew the bones. Qingshu also needs an extra layer of suffering from underwater suffocation? "I can't persuade him, I can only protect the law for him."

Song Yuanqiao was silent for a long time, and finally only asked aloud: "How long has he been down?"

"It's been half an hour." As soon as Mo Shenggu finished speaking, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes and broke out.Seeing Song Qingshu's cheeks bruised and coughing under water, his upper body lying on the bank without stopping to breathe, Mo Shenggu felt embarrassing in his heart, and almost persuaded him to give up practicing internal strength in this way, it was just a word of persuasion Turning it around his lips, he finally swallowed it back.Changing places, he will never give up Xiangwu's heart at all costs.

Song Qingshu didn't mind the pain at all, he just happily said to Song Yuanqiao and Mo Shenggu: "Father, Seventh Uncle, I used basalt meditation to practice internal energy underwater, not only did my internal energy not dissipate, but I practiced more freely than before! "

Song Yuanqiao's full stomach of martial arts essence does not know this truth. In the past, the Condor Hero Yang Guo practiced internal skills on a cold jade bed since he was a child. The cold jade bed is naturally cold so that one year is worth ten years of ordinary practice.Song Qingshu's practice underwater is hindered by water power, although it hurts the sea of ​​qi, it can make the inner qi disperse more slowly, it can be said to be similar to the cold jade bed.It's just that there are many dangers in underwater practice. If you accidentally go crazy, your life will be at stake.Song Qingshu is his only son, if he had no other choice, Song Yuanqiao didn't want him to take the risk, so he withdrew this story from mentioning it.I don't want Song Qingshu to find a way by mistake. Seeing Song Qingshu's happy expression, Song Yuanqiao knew that he could no longer stop him. After pondering for a while, he accepted his fate and said: "The most dangerous thing is to practice internal energy and practice underwater. Your life is in danger. Every time you practice, someone must protect the Dharma. Practice should be gradual and not hasty, understand?" When he said the last sentence, his expression was very serious, and his voice and voice were already stern.

How could Song Qingshu go against Song Yuanqiao's wishes, even now he claimed it was.

Maybe Song Yuanqiao would not repeat this matter, but asked Feng Mozhi instead. "Is it your intention that Chang Feiyun and others disturb Feng Mozhi?"

"Daddy bumped into them?" Song Qingshu smiled lightly and jumped ashore with arms stretched out, "I meant it."

Song Yuanqiao frowned, still the same old saying. "Qingshu, you are a big brother!"

"Dad, don't worry, they behave in their own way." Song Qingshu casually took off his development belt and picked up a sweat towel that was placed aside to dry his long hair. It will make him 'kneeling outside and not allowed to get up'. Brother Feng is arrogant and arrogant. Only by letting him suffer a little bit, the second uncle will soften his heart. Besides, many disciples were injured in the First World War in Quanzhou. It's better for them to get angry at this, than to have a grudge with Junior Brother Feng in the future and affect the friendship between teachers and students."

Song Yuanqiao is not good at plotting and hates all calculations, so even though he knew that Song Qingshu's approach was indeed effective, he still said with a little dissatisfaction: "Just this one time, it's not an example! Seventh brother...seventh brother?" Song Yuanqiao called twice before silence Gu Ming came back to his senses and couldn't help but be concerned, "But are you sick?"

Mo Shenggu's cheeks were slightly red, and he hurriedly pulled back the eyes that were glued to Song Qingshu's body, pretending to be silent and calm, and said honestly: "I've been restless recently, and Qingshu's practice of Dharma protection tomorrow may bother others." Knowing that he misses his future wife for his only son, Xiao, then death is the only way to thank him, so let's separate for a while.

Neither Song Yuanqiao nor Song Qingshu doubted Mo Shenggu's excuse. After pondering for a moment, Song Yuanqiao said: "Recently, everyone is busy with resettling the victims, but the sixth brother is still free. Starting tomorrow, I will let the sixth brother practice kung fu with you."

"Then I'll trouble Sixth Uncle." Song Qingshu smiled slightly, and said in his heart: Zhengchou didn't have a chance to have a good discussion with Sixth Uncle about the way of husband and wife, and it's time to break Sixth Uncle's engagement with Ji Xiaofu.

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Original character: Wu Yanshan, a disciple of Wudang.