Rebirth of Song Qingshu

Chapter 3 Zixiao Palace celebrates birthday

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, which made Song Qingshu, who was sitting on the bed, come back to his senses. He rolled his eyes and looked at the door. Before he could think of how to answer, the person knocking outside had already said: "Song Qingshu"

Senior brother, are you awake? Today is the 100th birthday of our ancestor, all disciples must gather at Zixiao Palace, the time is coming, please get up quickly!"

What makes Song Qingshu strange is that he has never heard this voice before, but it feels very familiar, and when he hears this voice, a person's name and appearance naturally appear in his mind. Obviously, this should be the corresponding

The man outside the door.

This person's name is Xu Guzi, and the image that appears in his mind is that of a young Taoist priest wearing Taoist robes. He seems to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. Although he is older than Song Qingshu, who knows that he is the disciple of Uncle Yu San?

, and he is Song Yuanqiao's son, so he can only be his junior brother.

"Senior Brother Song!" Seeing that there was no response from inside, the person outside the door opened the door and called again.

"I'm awake, you go first, I'll be ready in a moment!" The shouts kept coming from outside the door, so Song Qingshu had no choice but to say it first.

"Okay, then hurry up and don't let the master scold you for being late. I'll go first!" After that, the man outside the door turned and left.

Hearing the footsteps disappear, Song Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief and planned to get up and get dressed.

At this time, Song Qingshu came back to his senses completely. He looked around, then walked to the cabinet on the east wall, took out a white robe and put it on. Then he walked to the mirror and looked at it carefully. Sure enough, it was raw.

She has a good skin, although she is still young, but it is still visible, but her features are clear, and there is a certain dignity in her handsomeness.

Song Qingshu tidied up his clothes, tied his belt, and then picked up his robe and put it on again. Although he could not say that he had no research on ancient clothes, it was all just talk on paper. Logically speaking, it would take a lot of effort to wear such completely unfamiliar clothes.

It took a lot of effort, but now he felt a sense of familiarity when doing it, everything was natural and there was no stumbling at all.

However, when he was doing this, he was a little distracted, as if he was caught in a certain situation. When he came back to his senses and looked at himself in the mirror, he found that he was fully dressed, and a tall and straight figure appeared in the mirror, looking quite handsome.

A handsome Taoist priest with a somewhat immortal air.

Song Qingshu tidied up some of his slightly messy hair, turned around and picked up a wooden hairpin from the table. He held the bun in one hand in front of the mirror, took the hairpin in the other, and inserted it into the middle. There was also a long sheathed hairpin leaning against the table.

Song Qingshu reached out to pick up the sword, and he felt a sense of familiarity as soon as he held it.

Gently stroking the hilt of the sword, Song Qingshu held it in front of his eyes and looked at the two small characters carved on the wooden hilt. Those two small characters were the words "Wudang".

"Keng"

Song Qingshu returned the sword to its sheath, hung it on his waist, opened the door, looked in the direction, and headed straight to Zixiao Palace.

"Senior Brother Song"

"Big brother"

...

Along the way, all Wudang disciples who met Song Qingshu stopped to say hello to Song Qingshu and let him go first.

Song Qingshu didn't feel uncomfortable at all, he just nodded when he met someone. After all, that was how Song Qingshu used to be.

In Zixiao Palace.

An old man wearing a Tai Chi Bagua Taoist robe sat high in front of the hall, with fair hair and a childlike face, white eyebrows drooping. Standing beside him were six middle-aged people, and one person was sitting in a wheelchair. There was also a young woman leading a child standing aside. Needless to say, this

They are Zhang Sanfeng and the Seven Heroes of Wudang, as well as Yin Susu and Zhang Wuji.

When Song Qingshu saw these legendary characters in front of the Zixiao Palace, he couldn't help but be a little stunned and didn't react for a while.

Song Yuanqiao was really furious when he saw Song Qingshu standing in front of the gate of Zixiao Palace and not coming up to salute. He couldn't help but shout angrily.

"You traitor! You haven't come forward yet."

This angry rebuke woke up Song Qingshu, who was deep in thought, and looked up at Song Yuanqiao, who was yelling at him angrily.

In my memory, Song Yuanqiao's attitude towards Song Qingshu was that he always had a straight face. He would either call Song Qingshu 'the traitor' or 'the evil obstacle'. Even if Song Qingshu did well, he would not encourage him, but would give harsh words.

Therefore, when Song Qingshu read The Legend of Heaven and Dragon Sword, he felt aggrieved for Song Qingshu. The reason why Song Qingshu ended up in such a bad situation was that, in Song Qingshu's view, Song Yuanqiao had to bear a large part of the responsibility. After all, 'If you don't teach, it's the father and the son'.

So now Song Qingshu has no feelings for Song Yuanqiao. After glancing at Song Yuanqiao, Song Qingshu ignored him and quickly walked to the center of the Tang Dynasty, knelt down and saluted Zhang Sanfeng.

"My disciple Song Qingshu congratulates the Grand Master on being as blessed as the flowing water of the East China Sea and as long as the immortal pines in the Southern Mountains."

When Song Yuanqiao saw that Song Qingshu ignored him, he couldn't help but get angry and wanted to scold him.

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and smiled slightly, "Okay, Qingshu, get up quickly."

"Master Xie." Then he saluted the Seven Heroes of Wudang and Yin Susu, and finally stood beside Zhang Sanfeng with his hands tied.

Although everyone was a little surprised by Song Qingshu's performance today, they didn't think much about it. They just chatted aside and waited for those who came to congratulate him.

Soon a Taoist boy came in and presented a name card.

Song Yuanqiao took it over. Zhang Songxi was quick to notice and saw the post which read: "He Taichong, a later disciple of Kunlun, led his disciples to wish Zhang Zhenren longevity as long as Nanshan."

Surprised, he said: "It turns out that the head of the Kunlun Sect, He, came to pay his birthday in person. But when did he arrive, we didn't know?"

Mo Shenggu said teasingly: "I wonder if his wife, the Supreme Master, is here?"

"Shenggu, don't be rude." Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Mo Shenggu and said.

"Yes." Mo Shenggu said

Song Yuanqiao said: "Whether his wife is here or not, he is the head of a sect and has come personally to congratulate the master on his birthday. We must not lose our etiquette. I will go and greet him in person."

Immediately, he led several junior brothers to welcome him out. Zhang Sanfeng nodded with satisfaction at Song Yuanqiao's handling.

Song Qingshu followed beside him. He saw Mr. Tieqin, He Taichong, who was not too old. He was dressed in a yellow shirt, with a very out-of-this-world expression and a harmonious demeanor. He seemed to be an immortal and a generation leader.

Behind him stood eight male and female disciples. He Taichong saluted Zhang Sanfeng and congratulated him. "He Taichong, who entered the school at the end of the school, congratulates Master Zhang on the prosperous sun and moon, and the everlasting spring of cranes and pines."

Zhang Sanfeng thanked him repeatedly and bowed his hands.

Then everyone went through the formalities and politeness, and after a while the guests and hosts sat down to serve tea.

At this moment, another Taoist boy came in with a name card and handed it to Song Yuanqiao, but it was the five elders of Kongtong who arrived together. Among the current martial arts, the six major sects of the Central Plains, Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, Huashan, Kunlun,

Kongtong. And these five elders of Kongtong are the leaders of the Kongtong sect.

After the five elders of Kongtong, leaders of the Shen Fist Sect, Haisha Sect, Giant Whale Gang, Wushan Sect, and many sects and gangs came to the mountain to pay their birthdays. Song Qingshu stood aside and watched with cold eyes. In the name of wishing Zhang Sanfeng a birthday, these people

In fact, he came here because of the news about the Dragon Sword. Now Yan Xiao Yanyan is afraid that he will turn his back on him later.

However, Song Qingshu did not remind him of anything. After all, the Seven Heroes of Wudang are not fools, so they naturally know that this is unusual. Secondly, he is too young. I am afraid that not only will it have no effect, but it will also arouse Song Yuanqiao's anger.

Dun angrily rebuked, the third thing is that Song Qingshu felt that whether he said it or not, it was the same thing, and besides, it was not an important matter.

At this moment, Song Qingshu saw Zhang Songxi pulling Zhang Cuishan to the side room. He immediately understood that the Wudang Sect's think tank had figured it out and pulled Zhang Cuishan to discuss countermeasures.

Zhang Songxi and Zhang Cuishan had just left the inner hall when they heard the Emei disciples arriving and they all smiled at Yin Liting. Although Yin Liting's face was red and her expression was shy, she couldn't help but look outside the door. Zhang Cuishan smiled and said: "Okay,

Don't look away, just come with me to greet him."

To be honest, Song Qingshu is also very interested in this Emei disciple who has fascinated the two masters of good and evil, Mingjiao Guangming Zuo Shi Yang Xiao and Wudang Seven Heroes Yin Liuxia.

Emei's group was led by Master Jingxuan, who led five juniors. Song Qingshu looked around and saw that the leader was in his forties, tall and with a formidable demeanor. Although she was a woman, she was half a head taller than an ordinary man.

.Apparently Master Jingxuan was at this time. Among the five juniors behind her, one was a thin man in his thirties, and two were nuns. One of them was not much different in age from Master Jingxuan, so he must be Master Jingxu.

The other two girls were both in their twenties. One was smiling, and the other was a fair-skinned beauty with a long figure, lowering her head to fiddle with her clothes. Looking at Yin Liting's shy expression, she was still peeking secretly.

After a few glances, Song Qingshu was sure that it was Ji Xiaofu.

At this time, Ji Xiaofu's junior sister Bei Jinyi coughed loudly. Both of them blushed with embarrassment and turned their heads together. Bei Jinyi burst out laughing and whispered: "Senior sister, I didn't expect this famous

The Seven Heroes of Wudang are more ashamed than you." Suddenly, Ji Xiaofu's body trembled a few times, her face turned pale, and tears filled her eyes.

Song Qingshu had been secretly watching Ji Xiaofu since Emei and his party came to the palace. When he saw his expression change, he knew what was going on. Although Ji Xiaofu looked pitiful and pear-shaped, Song Qingshu had a different attitude towards him.

There is no sympathy at all.

If she really likes Yin Liting, given how much Yin Liting likes him, even if he is not a perfect man, she will not dislike him. If he doesn't like Yin Liting, he will just refuse him. Considering the famous Wudang sect, he will not dislike him even if he thinks about it.

Ji Xiaofu did something about stalking. But not only did Ji Xiaofu not tell the truth, she actually broke off her relationship with Yang Xiaoou and gave birth to a daughter. She actually said she didn't regret it. Where did he put Yin Liting and Wudang? It's really true.

Selfish and watery.

Guests from all walks of life were arriving in droves, and it was already noon in the blink of an eye. Although the Zixiao Palace was well prepared, it knew that so many people were coming today, so it could only ask the Huo Gong Taoist to bring each person a large bowl of white rice.

Spread some green vegetables and tofu.

However, everyone in Wudang could clearly see that these people came with bad intentions, and they did not apologize. However, they saw that while everyone was eating, they kept looking outside the hall door, as if they were waiting for someone.