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

All the Wudang disciples retreated all the way to the desert. Those disciples who had just survived the battle either walked on their own or relied on the support of others, but Huo Ran, who had not experienced the battle, vomited all the way back.Wudang disciples saw many disciples of various sects who died tragically along the way. The scorched bodies with stumped limbs and arms were indeed shocking.But even vomited bile like Huo Ran, Chang Feiyun endured it for a long time and finally couldn't bear it anymore. "Huo Ran! The disciples of all factions who died in battle were all loyal and brave men. Are you done yet?"

Huo Ran pointed at Song Qingshu with a look of grief and anger. "Senior Brother Song...it's Senior Brother Song..." He didn't vomit because he saw those disgusting corpses at all, he vomited all the way when he was pressed on the saddle by Song Qingshu!

Song Qingshu hurriedly caught Huo Ran's finger pointing at him, got off the horse, and said, "Huo Ran, since you are not feeling well, you can use a horse instead of walking!" point, and half-supported, half-hugged, onto the horse's back.

All the Wudang disciples knew that Song Qingshu had always been kind to his juniors, so they didn't suspect him at this time.Huo Ran looked at Song Qingshu moaning and moaning for a long time, then thought again that he also took Song Qingshu's mount for himself in order to save his brothers and sisters.

Mo Shenggu and Song Qingshu brought the Wudang disciples back to the camp, before seeing Song Yuanqiao, the disciples of the Huashan School surrounded him.The leader pointed to Qian Gongming's charred body and said in grief and indignation: "Wu Yanshan, you are still alive! My brother is dead!"

Wu Yanshan made a life-and-death bet with Qian Gongming, so the people on the battlefield will naturally be a little distracted and pay attention to this person.He saw Qian Gongming's covetousness, fear of death, and timidity, and couldn't help looking down on him, so he replied coldly: "If you are not good at learning, what can you say?"

As soon as Wu Yanshan's words came out, the Huashan School was in an uproar. A dozen or so Huashan School disciples rushed towards Wu Yanshan. The three leaders even drew their swords in their hands. They wanted to stab Wu Yanshan into a transparent hole and send him to accompany Qian Gongming. .

Song Qingshu raised the horsewhip in his hand, and the horsewhip was like a spirit snake. It drew an arc in the air, flew down, and entangled the long swords in the hands of the three Huashan sect disciples.The three Huashan sect disciples were caught in the long sword by the horsewhip for a moment, and they held their breath and tried to break the horsewhip together.Song Qingshu remained calm, and slowly exerted force on the right arm that was holding on to the horsewhip, and pulled the horsewhip together with the three long swords. The faces of the three disciples of the Huashan School were flushed, but they were still no match, and even their steps were a little messed up.I saw Song Qingshu raised his inner breath, his arms trembled, and the long swords in the hands of the three disciples of Huashan School were thrown away, and Song Qingshu's whip flew to the side of the yellow sand.

Seeing this, several disciples of the Huashan School couldn't help looking at each other, and there was a strange silence for a moment, then the leader suddenly clamored: "Song Qingshu, don't bully me too much! Wu Yanshan is exhausting my senior brother, and the Huashan School will never let it go! "

Unexpectedly, before it was Song Qingshu's turn to refute this time, Xian Yutong, the head of the Huashan School, had already stepped forward waving his fan, and slapped the leading disciple! "It's clear that you haven't mastered your skills, and you can't even hold a sword! What face do you have for revenge?"

Huo Ran had already relayed the bet between Wu Yanshan and Qian Gongming to Song Qingshu, but now he heard Yutong criticize Huai so much, he couldn't help but secretly frowned, and immediately said: "Xian Yu's head, Senior Brother Qian really died in battle? Can the younger generation take a look at his body?" ?”

Before Xian Yutong opened his mouth to speak, the leading disciple said angrily, "Of course my Senior Brother Qian is dead. Could it be that my Huashan Sect will still cheat you? His body is here, you can see it if you want!"

"Thank you!" Song Qingshu bowed his hands in disbelief, and walked towards the charred black corpse exuding a scorched stench.

The body had been burned to half black, and its face was blurred, and it was already impossible to recognize who it was.The disciples of the Huashan School said with certainty: "Senior Brother Qian's name is still engraved on the hilt of his sword. The sword of the Huashan School is still there. Who else could it be if it wasn't our Senior Brother Qian?"

Song Qingshu gave a low "hmm", stretched out his hand to turn over the corpse, and suddenly drew his sword in his hand and swung a sword at the corpse.

"What are you doing?" The disciple screamed, and hurriedly drew his sword to attack Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu didn't even look at him, and lightly dismissed his fierce offensive, pointing at the corpse and said slowly: "Be safe and don't be impatient! I didn't damage his body, I just want to find out the cause of his death .”

The disciple saw that Qian Gongming's body was indeed not injured at all, but the cloth on the back that had been scorched into charcoal sheets was cut open by Song Qingshu's long sword, revealing the charred muscles inside. It is known to be a misunderstanding Song Qingshu.But he couldn't bear the resentment in his heart, so he couldn't help saying bitterly: "Brother Qian never retreated, he was burned alive! You don't have eyes, can't you see?"

"From the surface, it's true." Song Qingshu obviously had a different opinion, he pointed to a spot of fire behind Qian Gongming's body and said softly, "I think Brother Qian came here because he was splashed with heavy fire oil, if he removes it early, he can save his life." Unfortunately, he was hit by a rocket again... But there is one thing I don't know, if he hits the enemy head-on, the arrow should be in front of him, why did his arrow hit the back?"

As soon as Song Qingshu's voice fell, the Huashan School lost its voice.Song Qingshu didn't say much, he just bowed his hands to Xianyu Tonggong and said: "This junior has only come here, and he has never met his father and the seniors of the sect leaders. Xianyu the leader, please!"

Xian Yutong stared fiercely at Song Qingshu leading all the Wudang disciples away. Thinking of the Huashan faction's serious damage in this battle, his heart became more and more resentful. The lives of the disciples of my five major sects are at stake! If Song Shaoxia hadn't been eager to protect his fellow disciples today, Sunset Cliff would have been in my pocket!"

These few words of Xian Yutong contained all his internal strength, not only Song Qingshu's voice shook his ears, but also attracted all the heads and disciples of various sects.Song Qingshu turned his head and looked back in disbelief, only to see Xian Yutong yelled and asked again: "Mo Qixia is commensurate with that evil brother of the Demon Sect, and Song Shaoxia insisted on asking Wudang disciples not to fight. Could it be that your Wudang faction still has some old love with the Demon Sect?" gone?"

"You!" Mo Shenggu was already very frustrated when he fought against the Bailian Cultist Army, how could he endure Xian Yutong's bloody spurting at this moment?Immediately took a step forward, and was about to speak up to refute, but Song Qingshu quietly grabbed his wrist.He turned his head and looked back in surprise, only to see Song Qingshu was looking at him and shaking his head silently.

Song Qingshu is familiar with Mo Shenggu's temper, and when Mo Shenggu speaks, it must still be the righteousness of the world.It's just that now that the six major factions have been entangled with the White Lotus Sect for many days and have suffered heavy casualties, how can they still listen to it?I'm afraid that the more reasonable you say, the more you will be outraged!Song Qingshu tore down Mo Shenggu, but he took a step forward and said: "Whether today's battle will be won or lost, not only is the leader seldom aware of it, but the senior leaders of each faction have sharp eyes, and everyone knows it well. In front of everyone, I have threatened to take down Sunset Cliff within three days. This sentence is also valid in front of the seniors! After three days, if the juniors have not taken down Sunset Cliff, you can come and ask me about my crime! Just say something here, add Oil tactics, never use them again!" After speaking, he didn't care whether the heads of the various factions laughed at him for his arrogance or doubted his methods, he just snorted coldly, threw off his sleeves, and walked away.

Having seen Song Yuanqiao, his uncles and Wudang disciples, at night Song Qingshu soaked the dozen or so Wudang disciples who participated in the battle today in wooden barrels.He rolled up his sleeves and carried a kettle and poured cold water on their heads one by one. The muscles of his exposed arms were well-proportioned and firm, but under the moonlight, they looked more and more white, jade, and creamy. "I said earlier that I want you to bear it for the time being and don't fight! Which one of you takes my words to heart? Do you really think that I, a big brother, won't deal with you?"

Several Wudang disciples thought about retorting their words at first, but as soon as they opened their mouths, Song Qingshu poured cold water on them, and then sent them merciless yelling, cursing and sarcastic sarcasm.A group of Wudang disciples had never seen Song Qingshu so annoyed, and at the end they were all trembling under his despotic power like plague chickens, and they didn't dare to speak again.

This is what Mo Shenggu saw when he came looking for him. He watched silently for a while, and seeing Song Qingshu scolding people in such an angry manner, he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion, and suddenly laughed secretly at himself for being too weak, even a little thing like this It hurts like spring and autumn.Just turning around to leave, Song Qingshu saw him, shouted: "Seventh Uncle!" and turned back to order his juniors. "Soak for half an hour before it comes out!" After finishing speaking, he threw down the kettle and strode towards Mo Shenggu.Behind him, those Wudang disciples all heaved a sigh of relief when they saw that he was about to leave.

Mo Shenggu looked amused, saw him approaching and said: "Why do you need to soak for half an hour?"

"That fierce kerosene burns with a little oil. The desert is already hot. What if it burns up..." Qian Gongming's charred corpse suddenly appeared in front of him, and Song Qingshu couldn't help being upset.

Song Qingshu found an unmarked pottery altar from the grain and grass he was carrying, and walked with Mo Shenggu to the depths of an inaccessible desert.He slapped the Kaifeng mud casually, raised his head and took a big sip before handing it to Mo Shenggu: "20-year-old Fen wine."

Mo Shenggu took the crockpot in surprise and took a sip, the familiar aroma of wine immediately filled his throat, his spirit was shaken suddenly, and the wind under his armpit was refreshed.Mo Shenggu looked over the wine jar twice, but couldn't find any mark with the word "wine", so he couldn't help muttering: "How could it be..."

"Originally, I planned to use it to celebrate the extermination of the Demon Cult. It was only on the way that I realized that if the Demon Cult can really be exterminated, there must be good wine in the Demon Cult's main altar; if the Demon Cult cannot be eradicated, there is no need to keep it to hurt the scene." Song Qingshu He took the wine jar casually and took another sip.

Mo Shenggu looked up at the cold moon hanging high in the air, and smiled softly without reason.He knew that Song Qingshu was talking nonsense, he was the only one who liked Fenjiu in Wudang. "Three days later, are you sure you can take down Sunset Cliff?"

"Of course there are." Song Qingshu said with a light smile, he knew that Uncle Qi had begun to face up to the predicament in front of him.Since you can't change it, you can only try to accept it and try to solve it.

"Are you sure you won't hurt anyone?" Mo Shenggu asked again.

"As long as they are not too stubborn and stubborn, it is still possible to capture them alive." Song Qingshu replied lightly.

Mo Shenggu sighed again, grabbed the wine jar and took a big gulp, ignoring that his collar was soaked by the spilled wine, he just asked: "In this world, is there anything you are not sure about? "Mo Shenggu believed in Song Qingshu's self-confidence. The first battle Wudang Minzhuang fought a year ago was against Yuan soldiers from Hubei and Hunan.Song Qingshu defeated 3000 Yuan soldiers with only [-] men. After this battle, not only were the officials in Hubei and Hunan frightened, they dared not embarrass and blackmail Wudang, but both the master and the master agreed that the time had not come, and Qingshu could no longer be in charge. The people of Wudang are strong, so as not to cause troubles that are difficult to deal with.

"A lot, Uncle Qi. There are a lot!" Song Qingshu sighed softly and said quietly, "I know how to fight this battle, but I don't know what will happen in the future."

Mo Shenggu suddenly laughed jokingly, and said in a low voice, "Miss Zhou? Have you seen Miss Zhou today?"

Song Qingshu laughed loudly, took the wine jar Mo Shenggu handed over, and took a big gulp. "No! Uncle Qi, you know it's not!"

"What is that?" Mo Shenggu whispered, he didn't believe that Song Qingshu had nothing to do with the siege of Guangmingding, but he hid it deeper than anyone else. "Qing Shu, you haven't laughed for a long time!"

Song Qingshu was not surprised that Mo Shenggu could sense the depression in his heart, he and Mo Shenggu were already too close in this life.At first, it was out of shame, but afterwards, being as simple as Uncle Qi made him feel a lot easier.There were some things he couldn't say to Song Yuanqiao, but he could say to Mo Shenggu; some things he did against his will were very difficult, and seeing Uncle Seven alive and kicking in front of him, he faintly felt that everything was worth it.He sighed for a long time, and said slowly: "The world is impermanent, people's hearts are unpredictable!" He raised the wine jar in his hand and handed it to Mo Shenggu. "But so what? Today I can drink here with Uncle Qi, so I should finish this jar of wine properly, okay?"

Before Mo Shenggu could take over the wine jar, Feng Mozhi had already snatched the good wine from it.He raised his head and took a big gulp, angrily said: "Brother Song is really stingy! He hid himself to drink and didn't even greet us?" Before he finished speaking, he threw the wine jar to Fang Zhenwu who just took a shower and changed his clothes.

"Fenjiu, good!" Fang Zhenwu is not good at drinking, he only took a sip before throwing the wine jar to Chang Feiyun.

Chang Feiyun got drunk before drinking, shook the wine jar and said softly: "Lord Mo Xiao, who is lying drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times! There should be wine on the battlefield!" Being deformed by choking, he still shouted loudly: "Good wine!"

Chang Feiyun still wanted to drink again, but Wu Yanshan had already rushed to his side, using a trick of "spinning the universe", sticking the wine jar from Chang Feiyun's hand, drinking and saying: "I should listen to Senior Brother Song , shouldn't be impulsive! I killed Tian Cheng!"

Tang Jianlin was impatient with him nagging, since he came to encircle and suppress the Demon Cult, there must be casualties.Today is Tiancheng, tomorrow it may be anyone here!Tang Jianlin really couldn't figure out why Wu Yanshan felt guilty?Since you are a warrior, you should know what you should do, and you will never hesitate to die!Immediately, he used the move "Fishing the Moon in the Sea" with a hook with his toe, and lifted the wine jar in Wu Yanshan's hand.

The wine jar spun several times in mid-air, and before Tang Jianlin could catch it, Huo Ran flew up to grab it, using a move of "Free Flying Flowers" to separate Tang Jianlin's right arm, hugged the wine jar in front of his chest, and sprinkled it on his back.

Tang Jianlin's complexion changed, and he pulled out the long sword at his waist angrily, and stabbed Huo Ran's chest with only the scabbard, but Huo Ran couldn't hold the wine jar firmly.The wine jar rolled twice in mid-air and spilled a lot of wine, which landed steadily on Tang Jianlin's scabbard.Tang Jianlin glanced at Huo Ran complacently, put the scabbard across his chest, gulped down the continuously spilled spirits, and said in a loud voice: "You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning." Toss the wine jar to the crowd.

Several Wudang disciples huddled together for a wine jar, and saw the wine jar rising and falling among the crowd. In the end, Wen Zhixing overwhelmed the crowd with a move of "holding the bright moon in his hand" and kicked three people down and knocked two people down. Hold the wine jar in the palm of your hand. "Don't you see Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow." After drinking, he threw the wine jar out again.

Chang Feiyun's lightness kung fu is the best, and he was the one who snatched it first. While drinking, he recited: "You must have fun to the fullest in life, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon."

"I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my money is gone." Feng Mozhi's favorite sentence in Li Qinglian's general wine is this sentence, and he certainly does his part.

With this group of Wudang disciples present, the scene could no longer be deserted.Wu Yanshan, the only one who was still sad that his junior was exhausted by him and died in the battle at Sunset Cliff, had also been overwhelmed by Song Qingshu with a ecstasy drug.

They read one sentence after another until the end, until the last sentence, the wine jar kept coming and going between Feng Mozhi and Tang Jianlin, the two went through several tricks, and finally Tang Jianlin snatched the wine jar into his hands.Just before he could drink it, Feng Mozhi suddenly made a move of "sweeping thousands of troops" to sweep Tang Jianlin's foot and tripped him.Before he reached out to snatch the wine jar, Tang Jianlin, who had fallen to the ground, had thrown the wine jar backwards.Song Qingshu stood up and took the wine jar into his hand, but he didn't drink it, he just handed it to Mo Shenggu and said word by word: "Let's disappear with you, eternal sorrow!"

Mo Shenggu got up and took the wine jar, and drank the last sip of good wine.Before he could make a sound, a thunderous drum sound suddenly came from the direction of Sunset Cliff.Mo Shenggu asked clearly: "It started?"

"It's started." Song Qingshu said calmly.

Although Wang Xianzhong said that he was old in the battle, it was a pity that he was short of troops, the refueling tactics used by the six major factions these days were not completely useless.Presumably after a few days of fighting, Wang Xianzhong's rebel army was already exhausted.Ling Minzhuang played drums in the mountains, and was startled three times a night.Three days later, the army came to the city, even if Wang Xianzhong had supernatural abilities, he could not turn the tide!In Wudang, the most damned and dirtiest person is himself.So for some things, it's good for him to come!