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

The drowsy Song Qingshu felt a pair of hands lift him up, warm palms touched his forehead, and a familiar voice whispered in his ear: "Qingshu?"

With a thought in his mind, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes and saw his father Song Yuanqiao squatting beside him and holding him with both hands, his face was full of concern that could not be concealed. "Daddy!" He yelled and hurriedly jumped over and hugged him tightly, "Daddy, I know I was wrong!"

Song Yuanqiao snorted coldly when he heard the words, and reprimanded softly: "You know what's wrong? Although Feng Mozhi is a master of martial arts, he is also a Wudang disciple. Since you are a big brother, not only can't you love your fellow disciples, but what would it be like to fight with him instead?"

Song Qingshu was inexplicably surprised, fighting with Feng Mozhi?These are all stories from many years ago, how can we bring up the old stories again?What's more, Feng Mozhi has already left his teacher and went back to his hometown in Quanzhou to manage the family business. He went out to sea as a merchant and had little contact with people in the martial arts. "Father?" Song Qingshu just wanted to ask the truth, but suddenly felt that something was wrong. The Song Yuanqiao in front of him seemed to be in his forties and full of energy. It is more than a little smaller than before.Thinking of what his father said again, Song Qingshu suddenly felt an unspeakable chill on his back, followed by ecstasy and inexplicable joy, thinking to himself: Could it be that God took pity on me and let me go back to more than ten years ago?

Seeing that his son was silent, Song Yuanqiao thought that he was sincerely admitting his mistake, so he also stopped. He knew all the reasons and consequences of the two children's verbal confrontation and then violent fight.It was less than a month since Feng Mozhi started as an art investment teacher, the little boy Tong suddenly left home and missed his family, he was annoyed and naturally vented his anger on the martial arts he had learned, and kept saying that Wudang martial arts was far inferior to the martial arts handed down by Feng's family.Qing Shu felt annoyed and started to argue with him, Feng Mozhi was far less eloquent than Qing Shu, and was red-faced when he was refuted, and when he became angry, he drew his fists at each other.It is wrong to bully the weak and fail to love the teacher, but it is even less right to be disrespectful to the teacher.However, Feng Mozhi's eloquence is not as good as Qingshu's discussion of martial arts, and it is far worse. Even if he has been injured by Qingshu's hands, Song Yuanqiao will not be able to punish him.Thinking of the only son who is cautious and arrogant, willing to suffer and be punished rather than bow his head easily, and now he has a fever after being punished to kneel down all night, his heart is even more unbearable, and he said softly: "Aren't you getting up yet?"

"Thank you, daddy!" Song Qingshu was overjoyed and hurriedly stood up.He remembered that in his last life, he would rather die than admit his mistakes, and even boasted that he wanted to drive Feng Mozhi out of Wudang, but he punished his father for several more days for his anger.

Song Yuanqiao said seriously again: "Even if you know you are wrong, you should apologize to Junior Brother Feng Haosheng!"

Song Qingshu's expression became heavy and bitter when he heard the words, and he shouted without thinking: "Obviously he did it first..."

"Huh?" Song Yuanqiao stopped and looked at him sideways.

Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. After abandoning his master, he suffered all kinds of sneering and scornful remarks. Those nobles' spirits had long since been worn down; seeing his own father died of grief because of his own fault, how could he start all over again now? Dare to go against Song Yuanqiao?At the moment, he nodded honestly and said yes.

Song Yuanqiao wiped lightly on the forehead of his only son, and tirelessly reminded him again: "Qingshu, you are a senior brother."

"My child understands." Back then, this elder brother was so arrogant and domineering that his tombs were scattered after his death. In the next life, he must change his past!Seeing that Song Yuanqiao had stepped over the threshold, Song Qingshu hastily followed two steps and grabbed Song Yuanqiao's clothes tightly, raised his head and called out softly: "Daddy." The next thing vanishes into thin air.

Song Yuanqiao was surprised, this son has always been strong and he doesn't want to get too close to him for fear of being ridiculed.Thinking about it again, I thought it was kneeling alone in the quiet room last night, and there was lightning and thunder, after all, it was because I was young and frightened.Smiling slightly at the moment, he stretched out his hand to hold his father and son and walked out of the quiet room together.

As soon as he returned to his Zhaitang, Mingzhan, a Taoist boy next to Song Yuanqiao, brought him a bowl of hot ginger tea, saying that Song Yuanqiao ordered it to be cooked for him to drive away the cold.Song Qingshu has always had a higher eye than Ding Mingzhan, and he doesn't agree with his temper and is not very willing to talk to him, so he is about to leave after giving him hot ginger tea.Unexpectedly, this time it was Song Qingshu who took the initiative to hold Ming Zhan and asked him about the fight yesterday.

Seeing that Song Qingshu seldom laughed at Yan Yan Mingzhan, it was hard to ignore it, and what happened yesterday was indeed Feng Mozhi's fault first, even Mingzhan couldn't help but feel angry when he heard what he said.The so-called teaser who is the first to be beaten to death has no complaints. If Song Qingshu can be a little gentler, he will not be punished to kneel all night.Thinking this way in his heart, his speech inevitably became biased, focusing on describing Feng Mozhi's evil appearance, Song Qingshu's sarcasm was vague, and finally said: "Feng Mozhi's face is half swollen, and two teeth are missing. Seeing that Song Qing's expression was different, he kindly comforted him, "Baby teeth will grow again in the future."

Song Qingshu compared Ming Zhan's narration with his own memory, and reconfirmed that he had indeed returned to the past.It's just that it was more than ten years ago, but I can't remember the exact date, so I couldn't help but ask, "Is this the year of Yichou? What month is it now?"

"Today is the tenth day of the eighth month of Yichou year." Ming Zhan asked hurriedly in surprise, "Senior brother Song, why can't you even remember the year and month?"

In the year of Yi Chou, it turns out that this year is only 13 years old.Sensing Ming Zhan's urgency and concern, Song Qingshu rubbed his forehead with a warm smile and said, "Aren't I a bit of a fever? The thought of having to accompany Junior Brother Feng for a while makes me even more headache!"

Ming Zhan was even more surprised. Song Qingshu had always thought highly of himself and liked to put on airs and keep secrets about his mistakes. He didn't expect this matter to be so frank.Fortunately, Ming Zhan is only a teenage boy. After being surprised, he didn't take it to heart and suggested along Song Qingshu's topic: "Master is just angry that Brother Song didn't know how to attack, but Brother Song didn't care about Wudang's reputation. There is nothing wrong, and Junior Brother Feng should also learn Wudang martial arts hard so as not to be inferior to others. Although Senior Brother Song said that he is going to make amends, it is good that he is neither humble nor arrogant."

"I am not as clear as Ming Zhan about these reasons. Thank you Ming Zhan for your guidance." Song Qingshu said happily, this statement is both false and true.When I was my age in my previous life, I never really figured out this truth.Filled with grievances, I obviously did it to protect Wudang's reputation, why should I bow my head?Now that he experienced it again, he realized that the talent in martial arts cannot be concealed by the stupidity in human relations, not to mention that this talent is not worth mentioning compared to Zhang Wuji.

Song Qingshu sincerely thanked Mingzhan, who was naturally happy, stood up and said with a smile: "Brother Song made a move yesterday, it was indeed a great satisfaction! It's just..."

"Don't slap people in the face. If something like this happens again in the future, don't be caught by daddy!" Song Qingshu sighed with a wry smile.

Seeing that what he wanted to say was robbed by Song Qingshu, Ming Zhan couldn't help being startled for a while, and then he laughed and agreed: "That's the truth!" Not really unapproachable.

After Ming Zhan left, Song Qingshu washed up in the dining hall and went to Feng Mozhi's room. Although he had heard Ming Zhan's introduction of Feng Mozhi's injury and expressed surprise, he still felt very guilty when he saw Song Qingshu.One side of his face is swollen and two teeth are missing. Maybe it’s just a trivial matter for adults. Song Qingshu has suffered countless injuries in the world for many years, and every time the injury is more serious than Feng Mozhi’s current injury, but Feng Mo At this time, he was just a child of about ten years old.

Feng Mozhi was not angry when he saw Song Qingshu appearing in his dormitory. Although he was the one who was beaten, it didn't mean he wasn't punished. There was a copy of the house rules on the table waiting for him to copy!Therefore, even though Fang Zhenwu, the senior brother who slept with him, kindly suggested something, he was still extremely rude. "What are you doing here? Are you watching my joke?"

Feng Mozhi lost two of his front front teeth and half of his face was swollen, so it was inevitable that he could not keep his words right when he spoke.Song Qingshu did not laugh at him as he did in the last life, he bowed solemnly to Feng Mozhi in silence for a moment to apologize.

Song Qingshu was so serious, not only Fang Zhenwu was taken aback, Feng Mozhi also stepped back a few steps, and asked in horror: "What do you mean?"

"After all, you and I are brothers in the same school. It's because I shot too hard, so please accompany you." Song Qingshu said calmly.

The other half of Feng Mozhi's cheeks were also flushed, and he rushed to say: "Song Qingshu, don't be too complacent! I will defeat you one day!"

Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing. After all, he is no longer a 13-year-old child and will not lose his demeanor because of this kind of provocation. "Wudang martial arts is extensive and profound. Since Junior Brother Feng has lofty aspirations, he must study hard and practice hard. I am—— Senior Brother. Also, you should call me Senior Brother Song!"

"Song Qingshu, you are so cheeky!" Feng Mozhi yelled and jumped to his feet. Defeating him is considered "high-minded". Feng Mozhi has never seen anyone more cheeky than Song Qingshu!But at this time, there is no rejection of learning Wudang martial arts, but an extremely urgent yearning.Feng Mozhi didn't know that Song Qingshu, who was punished for several days in a row because of this matter in his last life, deeply felt that he had lost face. Since then, he has deliberately targeted him everywhere in his actions. He is not sympathetic.But when he was rejected, he became more and more unwilling to admit his mistakes, and his heart for martial arts gradually cooled down, so he could only leave Wudang sadly to inherit the family business.

Song Qingshu ignored it, and only entrusted Fang Zhenwu with the wound medicine, telling him to give it to Feng Mozhi once a day, and within three days, the stasis and swelling would be eliminated. "Heal your injury well, don't run around until the swelling subsides, and I'll come see you tomorrow." He gave Feng Mozhi a last word and walked away.

The fact that Song Qingshu made amends to Feng Mozhi and sent him the wound medicine soon spread to Song Yuanqiao's ears. He originally thought that the matter of making amends would be delayed until it was unavoidable because of Qingshu's disposition. A trip, but I don't know that the matter is over.Not long after, Feng Mozhi also found him, and solemnly apologized for defaming the teacher's school.Song Yuanqiao comforted Feng Mozhi with kind words and smiled with satisfaction after he left. Qingshu has made progress after all.As a parent, there is nothing more gratifying than the progress of your children.But at night, when he ate at the same table with Song Qingshu, Song Yuanqiao was still worried and frowning.

Seeing this, Song Qingshu put down the bowl and chopsticks and asked, "Daddy, what happened?"

Song Yuanqiao sighed, and said in a low voice: "Your brother Wuji's illness is getting worse! Your fifth uncle only has this little flesh and blood in this world..." The Wudang Seven Heroes, who have studied together in the same discipline and joined hands as chivalrous warriors, truly love each other more than flesh and blood, Song Yuanqiao said Without saying a word, the eye sockets were already wet. "You are about the same age as Wuji, so spend more time with him when you have time!"

Song Qingshu knew that Song Yuanqiao said this because he was afraid that Zhang Wuji's time would not be long, but he knew that in a few days after the Mid-Autumn Festival, Grand Master would take Zhang Wuji to Shaolin to seek medical treatment. The prestige of the leader, I don't know there are others.Song Qingshu walked to Song Yuanqiao's side, took Song Yuanqiao's hand and softly comforted him: "Don't worry, Daddy, Wuji will be fine if you are lucky!"

Song Qingshu is familiar with the funeral, but Song Yuanqiao is ignorant. Thinking that the son of the fifth younger brother is dying, and looking at the healthy and lively only son in front of him, he is full of love and caressing the top of his head. I just hope that the child can live a smooth and safe life.

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Original characters: Wudang disciples Feng Mozhi and Ming Zhan.