Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 319 Beating Zhang Wuji ([-])
Zhu Yuanzhang and others got on their horses, which were the war horses of the group of Mongolian cavalry. The Mongols did have a way of raising horses. These war horses were not only tall and powerful, but also knew people's ideas.

Zhu Yuanzhang was riding on a horse, and looking at the Mingjiao people behind him, they all found uninjured horses to ride on. These thousands of Mongolian cavalry, after a battle, four or five hundred horses were intact of.

So behind Zhu Yuanzhang, nearly 400 cavalrymen followed.

Riding on a tall horse, one's sight is broad and high, and one's arrogance is naturally aroused.

Zhu Yuanzhang drew out the long knife at his waist and roared: "All soldiers, charge with me!"

At this time, someone took out a trombone from nowhere, puffed out his cheeks and began to blow it violently.

Accompanied by the sound of the trumpet, more than 400 war horses galloped out, followed by tens of thousands of Mingjiao disciples, rushing past like mountains and seas.

Looking from a high place, one can only see a continuous stretch of black human heads swaying towards the east, and puffs of smoke and dust float up, indicating that a new round of battle is about to start.

At this moment, on the top of the light, Song Qingshu's eyes are still looking down at the team down the mountain, and beside him are Yang Yaoqin and Zhang Wuji, who are linked by Song Qingshu's streamer, and can also see the scene below through the streamer at high altitude.

Zhang Wuji was the most excited when he first started. Young people always yearn for heroes and battlefields, but after Huang Yao killed more than a hundred Mongolian cavalry, Zhang Wuji's face turned pale when he saw the scene like hell. I endured and didn't spit it out.

At this moment, he had many questions in his mind that he wanted to ask Song Qingshu, but after seeing Song Qingshu's stern face, he didn't know how to ask him.

Song Qingshu actually saw Zhang Wuji's expression, but he didn't speak. He knew that everything in front of him was a kind of experience that Zhang Wuji had never experienced before. The cancellation of Jianghu also shows that Zhang Wuji is only suitable to be a son of a rich family, and there is no place for him on the stage of the world.

Zhang Wuji hesitated in his heart, but he finally chose to immerse his mind in the streamer again, resisting the discomfort in his heart, and looked down at the scene below again.

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows. It was rare for him to discover one of Zhang Wuji's strengths, that is pride. The pride in his heart made him wander around with Song Qingshu, and it was also the pride in his heart that made him look down again.

Yes, it's not too bad to have this kind of pride in my heart.

At this moment, the first battle below has ended, and the Mingjiao people are cleaning the battlefield. Someone will make up for those Mongolian cavalry who are not dead.

This knife made Zhang Wuji frown again.

But he still didn't speak, and continued to read.

When the two head snatchers appeared, and seeing Hu Kui kill the man with a knife, Zhang Wuji couldn't bear it any longer, and asked.

"Brother, is this really right?" It could be heard from the voice that he was full of hesitation at the moment.

Song Qingshu said lightly: "Is there something wrong?"

"They're killing each other!"

"No, they are just making rules! Only with rules can there be order, and with order can we develop normally. This is a truth that I have learned from observing the changes in nature in recent years."

"But, it's not good to not kill people, isn't it?!"

Song Qingshu turned his head to look at Zhang Wuji, his gaze was very cold, he only heard him say: "When I was two years old, I followed my grandfather to Emei, and then to Zhongnan, along the way, I have seen too many emotions. , and have seen too many life and death farewells."

"I didn't understand before, why people have to change their children to eat, why villages are deserted, why there are graves with dead bones by the roadside, and why the world is like eighteen hells."

"All of this is because the politicians are unkind, and the virtuous are hard to live in."

"Have you seen that the Mongols wantonly killed my Han family's children?"

"Have you ever seen wild dogs on the side of the road waiting for meat with skinny children?"

"Have you ever seen that the person you worked so hard to save turned out to eat your flesh and drink your blood?"

"You haven't seen it! Now, just watch it for me!"

What Song Qingshu said made Zhang Wuji blush and speechless.

"But, but among them, there are old people and children. Facing the Mongols, they can only die!"

Song Qingshu nodded: "It's rare for you to think of this. But since you have come to Guangmingding and received my preaching, then you have to give something. I don't want money, I just want them, for my goal, for thousands of people The children of the Han family, for their happy life, contribute their own strength, body, and even soul!"

Zhang Wuji looked at the big brother in front of him with some trepidation, a big brother he had never seen before, a big brother who wanted to play with the world while applauding.

Song Qingshu at this moment is already like a god and demon in Zhang Wuji's heart, which is feared and admired.

He couldn't help asking: "Then what can I do?!"

Song Qingshu patted him on the shoulder: "You should be below, not here! In the future, you will replace Zhu Yuanzhang and become the leader of Mingjiao, and even the king of the whole world."

Zhang Wuji was taken aback, pointed at himself and asked, "Me? You want me to be the emperor?" His words were full of disbelief.

Song Qingshu nodded: "That's right, but it's not you now. If you continue to stand here, then you can only be a young master in the future."

After hearing this, Zhang Wuji felt turbulent in his heart, and his face was uncertain. After a long while, he nodded abruptly and said, "Brother, I'm going! I'm going down, not to be the leader or emperor, but because you said you want me to go." , then I will go!"

After all, Zhang Wuji rushed down the mountain without turning his head, only to see that his figure changed and disappeared on the mountain road in a flash.

Yang Yaoqin looked at the direction Zhang Wuji was leaving, and couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Song Qingshu guessed her worry, so he comforted her: "Don't worry, Wuji's skill is not low, and he has learned [Lingbo Weibu] and [Liuyang Palm], everything will be fine."

"But, don't you really want to be emperor?" Yang Yaoqin asked suddenly.

Song Qingshu was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "So that's what you're worried about. I won't be an emperor! Don't worry!"

Yang Yaoqin felt relieved after hearing what he said.

Seeing her relieved look, Song Qingshu was really cute, so he couldn't help smiling.

Yang Yaoqin also smiled at him, but what she didn't know was that there was a sentence buried in Song Qingshu's heart that she didn't say.

These words may be Song Qingshu's real thoughts.

I will not be an emperor.

What I want to be is the god of the whole world!

Song Qingshu cast his eyes down the mountain again, what Yang Yaoqin didn't see was that his eyes were clear and piercing, proud and lonely.

(End of this chapter)