Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

Song Qingshu looked deeply at the [Huashan Sword Theory] in front of him, completely immersed in it.

His fingers began to gesture unconsciously.

Yang Xue looked at Song Qingshu with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and slowly put down the pen in his hand with extremely careful movements.

He waved to Qi Mu who was not far away.

Qi Mu is also a martial arts student, so of course he can see that Song Qingshu seems to have some enlightenment.

He saluted respectfully and left quietly.

Time passes slowly...

Song Qingshu sometimes frowned, and sometimes made strokes with his fingers as if he had some understanding.

Yang Xue sat quietly and looked at Song Qingshu with a faint smile on her face.

The time for a cup of tea has passed.

A cup of tea is a threshold. After passing this threshold, your achievements will not be low.

Yang Xue slowly stood up, jumped up lightly, and left directly without causing any disturbance. It was much less commotion than before coming.

When he landed again, he was back dozens of feet away from the merchant ship.

A beautiful woman in white clothes shouted with a smile.

"Miss……"

"Who is that young master?"

Yang Xue slowly sat down and looked quietly at Song Qingshu, who was still meditating with a smile on his face.

"Wudang, Song Qingshu!"

"Xiao Zhu, this Mr. Song is extraordinary."

There was a hint of surprise on Xiaozhu's face. The extraordinary thing the lady said was truly extraordinary.

The young lady looked down upon many of the children of famous families and those who had become famous.

"Miss."

"you mean?"

"A cup of tea!" Yang Xue said.

Xiaozhu was stunned, a cup of tea?

Although it is only three words, it means so many things.

"Then Mr. Song's understanding is really extraordinary."

“I just don’t know what the talent is.”

Yang Xue smiled and said: "It's okay. I see him writing and staring, and his internal strength is pretty good."

"You should have worked very hard since childhood, and with the training from Wudang, it is already excellent."

"There is no one in the world among the younger generation I have seen that can compare to them."

Xiaozhu chuckled: "Miss, I remember Wudang Song Qingshu was called a young hero."

"It seems like he's only about 15."

"To be able to write lyrics and music like "A Smile in the Sea", and with such a high talent, my future achievements will definitely be high."

"Indeed." Yang Xue was also surprised when she saw Song Qingshu for the first time.

too young.

She was very sure that this kind of song had never appeared in Jianghu, otherwise she would definitely know it.

Combining Song Qingshu's calligraphy and the bohemian and free-spirited voice, she guessed that it was written by Song Qingshu.

"Miss, do you want to wait until Mr. Song wakes up?" Xiaozhu looked curiously at Song Qingshu not far away.

She knew very well that her young lady's temperament was something that most people would look down on, let alone go there in person.

From the moment she heard the erhu, there was a slight fluctuation in the young lady's eyes, and she could see it clearly.

After coming back, he was full of praise for Song Qingshu.

"No need." Yang Xue looked at Song Qingshu for a moment, then stood up and walked towards the inside of the ship.

Xiaozhu looked at Song Qingshu in the distance, and then at Yang Xue who came in, with thoughtful eyes.

"Wudang Mountain."

"Miss, Song Qingshu, this is interesting."

The other side.

Although Qi Mu was far away, he had been paying attention to the situation here until Yang Xue left.

Prevent anyone from disturbing Song Qingshu.

Qi Mu looked at Yang Xue's merchant ship, thought for a moment and gestured to the men on the side, pointing at Yang Xue's merchant ship.

"Keep the speed and stay with them."

"Remember, neither fast nor slow!"

"Understood." After receiving the order, his subordinates quickly ran to make arrangements.

Qi Mu looked at the merchant ship where Yang Xue was, with fear in his eyes.

"It flew directly from a distance of dozens of feet, and its movements were so agile that it was impossible to tell which sect it belonged to."

"So young, who is he?"

When Yang Xuefei came over, he had been on guard.

After a while.

Song Qingshu woke up from martial arts.

"Miss Yang..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that there was no one around him, except for the merchant ship still sailing in the distance.

"Sir." Qi Mu walked over quickly.

"Miss Yang has gone back."

Song Qingshu immediately knew what was going on and asked, "How long have I been immersed in it?"

"Almost half a stick of incense." Qi Mu said.

"Miss Yang asked me not to disturb you."

"I know." Song Qingshu didn't expect that such a long time had passed and looked at the merchant ship in the distance.

There is no figure of Yang Xue on it.

Qi Mu didn't ask any questions and went down alone.

Song Qingshu looked at the copybook on the table with great admiration.

If the Twenty-Four Techniques of Taishifu are deductions, then these words seem to be Genyuan.

He even had a feeling that the twenty-four characters were based on this copybook.

"Descendants of the Divine Eagle."

"It's really remarkable."

He wanted to ask Yang Xue, but Yang Xue had already left, and he had been a little reckless in the past.

Pick up the long sword and swing it.

He had a lot of insights into this copybook today, and every stroke in it seemed to be about swordsmanship.

Merchant ships in the distance.

Yang Xue stood at the window and quietly watched Song Qingshu rehearsing.

Dong Dong...

Dong Dong...

There was a knock on the door.

"Miss, are you watching too?" Xiaozhu's voice sounded outside, with a hint of naughtiness in it.

"I'm in."

Without waiting for a response, he opened the door and walked in. Seeing Yang Xue standing at the window, he quickly walked over.

"Miss, Mr. Song is so enlightened."

Yang Xue was not surprised by Xiaozhu's rash entry. The two of them had no master-servant restraint.

"Yes."

"Much better than you. Work hard or you won't be able to compete with me."

Xiaozhu winked mischievously: "No."

"I have the help of the young lady, but he is not as fast as me."

Yang Xue smiled and said: "That's not necessarily the case. What if I help him?"

"Maybe... I won't be able to beat him in the future."

"It won't be good then."

"Ah..." Xiaozhu's face showed a trace of surprise: "Miss, help him?"

"Why?"

As he finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of something, put away the joke on his face, and fell into deep thought.

Wudang, Zhang Zhenren.

Wudang, Song Qingshu... maybe they can really help.

…

Early next morning.

Two merchant ships sailed on the river almost simultaneously.

Song Qingshu didn't get up very much today. He had been thinking about the four words "Huashan Sword Discussing" last night.

He wanted to find a chance to ask Yang Xue.

He felt that this sword technique was very suitable for him, more suitable than Wudang's "Finger Wrap Sword", and he didn't want to miss it.

As soon as they got on the deck, they saw a figure dancing a sword on a merchant ship in the distance.

The posture is elegant, floating in the air, and the posture is like a fairy.

"That is……"

Song Qingshu was shocked. The figure was not Yang Xue, and the sword technique was the sword technique in the copybook.

Is she teaching herself?

This was the first thought in his mind, Yang Xue was teaching her.

He was sure that Yang Xue was not practicing this swordsmanship, or that the style was different and this swordsmanship was more suitable for men.

Unknowingly, Song Qingshu started dancing with Yang Xue.

Their swordsmanship is similar, but their styles are very different.

Yang Xue gives people a graceful feeling, with elegant posture, floating in and out, and her posture is like a fairy.

Song Qingshu is a little more energetic and heroic.

After a moment, Yang Xue sheathed her sword and glanced at Song Qingshu, who was continuing to practice, and entered the cabin with a faint smile on his face.

When Song Qingshu stopped, Yang Xue had disappeared.

"Master... why don't you go over?" Qi Mu smiled naively at the side.

He is not a fool. Although he cannot understand the sword technique, it is obvious that Mr. Song and Miss Yang have an unknown connection.

Song Qingshu looked at the merchant ship in the distance for a moment, and finally shook his head.

"never mind."

"Since Miss Yang chooses this, then so be it, it's good."

"I went in to practice."

Qi Mu looked at Song Qingshu leaving with confusion in his eyes.

He didn't understand why Song Qingshu didn't go there.

As a descendant of Wudang, Song Qingshu is worthy of the woman no matter her status.

What's more, it's just a conversation.

Not necessarily what will happen.

"Master... how about I go over and invite you?"

"Practice your claw skills." Song Qingshu stopped and cursed with a smile.

"It's very leisurely."

Qi Mu chuckled: "I understand, I understand."

"Young master, you should handle your own affairs."

"I'm going to practice."