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

As soon as the woman in the yellow shirt left with Shi Hongshi, Mo Shenggu's expression darkened immediately, and he asked slowly, "Is it 'Nine Yin White Bone Claws'?"

Song Qingshu's wrist was tightly held by Mo Shenggu, the strength almost broke his wrist, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.Hearing that Mo Shenggu asked this question, he was even more confused and didn't know how to answer it.

"Say!" Mo Shenggu shouted sharply, pulling Song Qingshu in front of him.

Song Qingshu was flustered for a while, martial arts rules, if there is no teacher's permission to learn other martial arts, it is deceiving the master, not to mention that this martial arts was originally a sinister and vicious evil martial arts.In his first rebirth, he never deliberately practiced this skill, but it was the most effective move in a critical moment, so he used it instinctively.Song Qingshu originally wanted to make up a lie to deceive the past, but his mind was spinning a lot, but in the end he suddenly felt tired, and couldn't help admitting: "Yes."

When Mo Shenggu saw Song Qingshu admitting that this was indeed "Nine Yin White Bone Claws", he was relieved.Zhang Sanfeng is open-minded in nature and has no sect views. As his disciple, Mo Shenggu is naturally not a pedantic person.Otherwise, he would not have followed Shi Huolong to learn the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.There is no good or evil in martial arts, but it is the people who use this martial arts who are vicious and do evil, which makes this martial arts notorious.Although Song Qingshu said that he had acquired the "Nine Yin White Bone Claw", Mo Shenggu saw him use this kung fu twice, once outside the tower of Wan'an Temple to save himself, this time even though he took someone's life, it was also to save his master uncle.How could Mo Shenggu blame him?He was just worried that the person who taught Qingshu this martial art had ulterior motives. "Where did you learn it?" He asked again, his tone of voice was much softer now.

Song Qingshu didn't realize it, just shook his head in a daze, and said after a long time: "I can't say."

Mo Shenggu raised his eyebrows in surprise, and repeated: "Can't you say?"

Song Qingshu sighed for a long time, knelt down in front of Mo Shenggu slowly, and said softly: "If Uncle Seven wants to punish me, Qingshu will never complain. It's just... I can't say it." He didn't want to explain and couldn't explain it, He didn't want Mo Shenggu to continue to explore, he just wanted to solve this matter as soon as possible, even if it was punishment, he would be happy.

Mo Shenggu was caught off guard. He didn't know why Song Qingshu believed that he would punish him. Compared with Qingshu's kindness in saving his life, learning a martial art that was notorious but never regarded it as evil is obviously It's a trivial matter.But Mo Shenggu felt instinctively that Song Qingshu's words were not out of anger, but helpless.how so?He also thought of Song Qingshu's injuries; he thought of the eldest son who had been transported to the pawnshop in Hangzhou, even though his father agreed to separate the family, he was still aggrieved.But Qing Shu just left, he could have fought, and he might not lose, most of the Wudang disciples turned to him.Even though it was the second brother, the third brother and the fourth brother, although he didn't say anything, Mo Shenggu vaguely guessed the decision of the eldest brother that they didn't agree with.Mo Shenggu suddenly realized that there are too many things, he should think about it!There are too many mysteries about his nephew, which he has neglected for a long time. "Qingshu," Mo Shenggu bent down to support Song Qingshu's arms, frowning bitterly at him, as if he was in great confusion. "You got up first...why?"

Song Qingshu didn't dare to move, but just looked at him inexplicably.In his last life, he accidentally broke into Zhou Zhiruo's dorm, and in this life he learned Yinxie martial arts. He violated the rules and couldn't explain it clearly, but in this life, he never dared to escape again.

Mo Shenggu shook his head slightly, it shouldn't be this kind of look, the calmness in Song Qingshu's eyes made him palpitate.He didn't even feel wronged, just resigned to his fate and waited. "It shouldn't be like this!" He couldn't help reaching out to cover Song Qingshu's eyes, which made him unable to look directly. "Qing Shu, you weren't like this before! Uncle Qi needs to think about it, Uncle Qi needs to think about it carefully..." He threw down two sentences incoherently, and suddenly jumped away.

"Seventh Uncle!" Seeing Mo Shenggu leaving alone, Song Qingshu couldn't help shouting, but Mo Shenggu turned a deaf ear to it, and just used his lightness kung fu to go far away.Song Qingshu looked at his back and sighed softly, his body slowly relaxed.After a long time, he whispered: "I know I'm wrong, why not?" He smiled lightly, but there was no smile on his face, only despair.

Song Qingshu didn't know how long he had been kneeling, his knees were already numb from tingling pain, and Mo Shenggu never came back.Seeing the setting sun slowly set behind the mountain, Song Qingshu's heart also gradually sank. Uncle Qi was straightforward by nature and handled things neatly. If he should be punished lightly, he should have made a decision long ago. At this point, he still couldn't make up his mind whether to expel him from the school or Abolish his martial arts?

Song Qingshu stared at the setting sun in the sky for a long time, the hot red color made his eyes hurt.In a daze, he suddenly remembered his childhood.At that time, he was only seven years old, his father sharpened the small sword he used when practicing martial arts, but he accidentally scratched his arm on the first day of practicing sword.He was afraid and in pain, so he couldn't help crying loudly, but his father coaxed and coaxed him to no avail, so he had to promise him to rest for three days and not practice exercises.However, he was arrogant and indulgent since he was a child, and these three days quickly turned into seven days, and from seven days to ten days.Until his father came angrily and arrested him to practice kung fu, he was still sitting on Taishifu's lap, pointing to the almost invisible white marks on his arm, complaining, and bickering with his father.At that time, Grand Master hugged him and sighed helplessly and dotingly: "Qing Shu, when did you grow up!"

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu felt a tingling pain in his heart for no reason. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the skirt of his chest tightly. After panting for a long time, he finally endured the sudden dull feeling, and only said to himself: " Grand Master, Qing Shu has grown up, and he will no longer be afraid to escape. But why is the price so high?"

The wind moves the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves sway and sing softly; in the afterglow of the setting sun, the green bamboo grows sadly and brightly.

Mo Shenggu stood outside the bamboo forest for a long time, and all kinds of things from the past came one after another.He thought of many things, Qingshu's arrogance when he was a child, and now his calmness every year, but what he thought of most was Chen Youliang's words.When he was in Baihualou, he said: "Song Shaoxia, maybe it is because you never suffer from this, so others never feel your suffering. No one knows about your difficulties and pains, let alone care about them." He couldn't bear it. He closed his eyes tightly, sighed a long time, and asked himself in a low voice: "No one knows? No one cares?" He was silent for a while, and then shouted loudly: "No one knows? No one cares? Why did I Wudang The disciple wants you, a treacherous villain, to fight against the injustice? Why?" He suddenly let out a long howl, Mo Shenggu's internal energy was deep, and wherever he heard the sound, he could see bamboo branches trembling and forest birds flying, but such a thrilling scene had another feeling There is no sense of depression.

When Mo Shenggu returned, Song Qingshu was still kneeling, and it was the first moonlight at this time. Seeing Song Qingshu frowning and pressing his knees, his face turned slightly pale, he knew that he had been kneeling for a long time and it was really painful.He couldn't help frowning slightly, stepped forward and pulled Song Qingshu up from the ground.

Song Qingshu knelt for too long before being pulled up by Mo Shenggu, his knees felt a tingling pain, and it was all thanks to Mo Shenggu's full support that he did not fall down.Seeing Mo Shenggu looking at him with concern, he couldn't help but yelled in a low voice: "Uncle Seven..."

Mo Shenggu didn't speak. Seeing that Song Qingshu was indeed unsteady, he bent down and hugged him horizontally, and walked towards the wooden house.

Song Qingshu moved uncomfortably in Mo Shenggu's arms, before he could speak, Mo Shenggu said coldly: "Don't move!" Song Qingshu didn't dare to move anymore, and was carried back to the wooden house by Mo Shenggu , and personally took the wound medicine and applied it on his knee.

Song Qingshu saw that Mo Shenggu treated him coldly but was very meticulous, his heart became more and more uneasy, and he called out again: "Seventh Uncle?"

Mo Shenggu looked at him silently for a while, then suddenly pointed to a basket on the table and said quietly: "I hugged you when you were just born, it's not much bigger than this basket, in the blink of an eye, you're actually They've grown up so much." He touched Song Qingshu's cheek, his expression was full of pity and emotion, and he suddenly sighed softly. "Uncle Qi, I missed too many things!"

Song Qingshu looked at him in bewilderment, not knowing why he sighed so much.

At this moment, Mo Shenggu held Song Qingshu's wrist, sat down beside him, and said softly: "Your father was born when your father was only [-] years old, when your mother was just pregnant, the doctor said the pregnancy was not good. The elder brother and the elder sister had a big quarrel. The elder sister cried and said that she would go back to her mother’s house. The elder brother had no choice but to give in so that you could have a chance to be born. Dr. Tang is a famous doctor in Hubei, how could he be wrong? You were born less than half a year ago, you Mother went away. Your father held you in front of your mother's grave and cried like something. Since then, he has loved you very much." Speaking of this, he turned his head and looked at the horrified Song Qingshu again , asked with a smile, "Why, don't you believe me?"

When Mo Shenggu asked this question, Song Qingshu woke up instantly, just shook his head and said: "I know Daddy always loves me." He just couldn't believe that Mo Shenggu would talk about ancient times with him one day, and it was at this time.

Mo Shenggu smiled slightly, and said with emotion: "I grew up so big, I only saw your father cry once."

Song Qingshu bowed his head and said nothing, but said to himself: I met him once, since then I would never dare to disobey him.

Mo Shenggu seemed to have thought of something interesting, and his expression was quite joking. "Qingshu, you were not so obedient when you were young. Do you remember the first time you changed your teeth? A tooth fell out for half a month, and you still complained of pain. In summer, you have to drink iced sour plum soup. But you, you have to use your internal strength to bring you the sour plum soup over ice."

Song Qingshu's face turned red immediately, he was the only child on Wudang Mountain at that time, he was like a jewel like a jewel.Even though the second uncle was cold and serious by nature, he still had a way to make him succumb by crying and fussing.After a long time, he finally murmured: "Qing Shu...Qing Shu was indeed too ignorant at that time."

"Isn't it sensible? Your second uncle has such a cold temper, you can still make him angry, but you can always coax him afterward." Mo Shenggu smiled softly, shook his head and said, "Seventh uncle is like you When I was growing up, I wasn't as clever as you."

This time, Song Qingshu didn't dare to answer anymore.He is clever, and Seventh Uncle said the same thing in his previous life, and there was another sentence, but he used it in the wrong place!

Mo Shenggu didn't need Song Qingshu to answer, he just continued talking on his own. "Your Grand Master accepted seven direct disciples, but among the Wudang Seven Heroes, only your father married a wife and had children. Qing Shu, everyone knew that you were the future head of the Wudang School when you were born. The uncles love you You, when you should be strict, have never been lenient. When you were ten years old, you sneaked down the mountain to play with the children at the foot of the mountain. Uncle Seven happened to catch you and punished you once. Since then, you have never dared to be lazy when you practiced. Later , you stole black jade ointment for your third uncle, and went to Quanzhou to do business in person to relieve the victims of the Yellow River. Over the years, you have gradually taken over Wudang's general affairs but have never made a mistake. Everyone's life is much easier, and you even laid down The Mongol garrison, and our Wudang sect's momentum has also grown. Qing Shu, Uncle Qi has been thinking that you are only seven years younger than Uncle Qi, but Uncle Qi can't do what you have done. All these things over the years, Uncle Qi never asked. But now he thinks about it, Qing Shu, are you tired?"

Song Qingshu didn't answer, just looked at Mo Shenggu in silence, and asked wearily for a long time: "Uncle Qi wants to expel me from the school?" He was always afraid of this result, but he was just numb when the end finally came.

"Of course it's tiring. Your homework is heavier than that of ordinary three-generation disciples. You have to study books, take care of Wudang's general affairs, manage the disaster victims who are attached to Wudang, and ask about business matters. ... There are so many things, your father was a hundred times more relaxed than you when he was in charge, and he often lamented that he couldn't do what he wanted. Now it's your turn, but you have never said a word. Mo Zhi's martial arts are also considered outstanding among the three generations of disciples, but He has not been able to practice sword under the waterfall for two hours." Speaking of this, Mo Shenggu couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly.Speaking of which, he still thought of the method of practicing sword under the waterfall.At that time, he only thought it was for the good of his nephew, but he never thought about whether he could do it when he was his age. "Among all the disciples, Tang Jianlin is smart, Fang Zhenwu is honest, and Chang Feiyun is sweet-talking. They are as arrogant as Feng Mozhi, and they also have a temperament of talking. If they practice martial arts hard, they will speak bluntly, and even refuse to avoid laziness. But only you, Qing Shu, you are more arrogant than Feng Mozhi, but you have no retreat than him. Because you are the big brother and the future head, everyone is watching you, you can't make mistakes, You can't say it can't be done. But we are elders, you can't say, we have never noticed anything wrong, it's really... really..." He turned to Song Qingshu with a face full of shame and remorse, and said seriously, "Qingshu , these years, we, the elders, have been too demanding on you."

Song Qingshu was startled suddenly, and looked at Mo Shenggu in disbelief. "Uncle Seven?"

"Seventh Uncle was never as arrogant as you before you were ten years old, but after you were ten years old, there was no way he could do better than you. At least when Seventh Uncle was ten years old, he could still find time to play with his fellow disciples , and there will never be another uncle who comes out and severely punishes me. Over the years, I have always asked you a lot, I hope you will always be good, I hope you can be a Wudang master who will convince everyone, but I never thought about whether I can meet these requirements. Who can never make mistakes in a lifetime?... Uncle Qi is too demanding!'Take your sacrifice as a matter of course or even turn a blind eye, a little unsatisfactory Then there are many accusations and criticisms, what is the difference between relatives and enemies?' Chen Youliang is not a good person, but what he said is not without reason." Mo Shenggu couldn't help but sigh.

Song Qingshu hurriedly turned his face away, panting for a long time before holding back the tears that were about to flow, and said in a low voice: "I know that the elders are doing it for my own good, but I am not good enough."

"Qing Shu, you have always been very good." Mo Shenggu held his shoulders, "The older you are, the more sensible you are. But now that Uncle Qi wants to come, he would rather you be as arrogant and troublesome as you were before you were ten years old. It's better to cry and make noise than to endure endless grievances now. You were not such a well-behaved temperament, but you have been worn out like this. Jiangshan is easy to change, but nature is difficult. Uncle Qi still can't change his impulsiveness. You have a personality, but you... Sigh! Back then, even your Grand Master once said not to be too exacting and blamed, but Uncle Seven was always self-righteous. Uncle Seven has treated you harshly all these years, it's hard for you."

Song Qingshu didn't intend to cry, but for some reason, he blinked and tears fell down. "People have to grow up..." he said softly, "I know Uncle Qi is also doing it for my own good."

"But it's really hard work, isn't it?" Mo Shenggu stretched out his hand to embrace him. "Qing Shu, no matter how you learn the 'Nine Yin White Bone Claw', there is no distinction between good and evil in martial arts. You use this martial art to save Uncle Qi and not to harm anyone. How can Uncle Qi blame you?" Speaking of this, He suddenly smiled lightly, and said, "If you want to cry, you can cry, and Seventh Uncle just pretend he didn't see it."

Song Qingshu didn't cry, he just hugged Mo Shenggu's waist tightly, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

The author has something to say:

Qing Shu: Director, I can't even stand upright!I want to add money!

Director: Shit!Your seventh uncle asked you to get up, and you had to kneel yourself, but you were injured and delayed the production time.It's already good enough not to deduct your salary, how dare you ask for more money?

Qingshu: Do I dare to get up?

Director: Born to shake M, it's none of my business? !