Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

"Ahem..."

"Ahem..."

In a separate courtyard, there were a few light coughs, and the guard outside the door ran in extremely anxiously.

"bump……"

When the two of them came in, they saw Song Qingshu getting off the bed and falling to the ground within a few steps.

"Senior Brother Song..."

"Senior Brother Song..."

Song Qingshu didn't have time to check his body's weakness, so he pulled Junior Brother He aside tightly.

His face was extremely anxious.

"Junior Brother He, how long will I be in coma?"

"What's going on outside?"

"Senior Brother Song, you have been unconscious for a day." Wang He responded directly.

"Outside……"

Looking at Song Qingshu's anxious eyes, he stopped talking.

"Senior Brother Song, have a good rest."

"I'll inform the other uncles."

Song Qingshu had a bad feeling in his heart from the expressions of the two of them.

Could it be...

"Congratulations, junior brother!"

Wang He shook his head: "Senior Brother Song, I don't know very clearly what happened yesterday."

"You can ask other senior uncles."

At this time, people outside came in with medicine.

"Senior Brother Song, this is the medicine given by the great uncle."

"You must drink it after you wake up."

Song Qingshu took the medicine and was silent for a few seconds: "Uncle Five and Aunt Five, are they dead?"

"Senior Brother Song..." Several people were about to persuade, but were directly interrupted by Song Qingshu.

"tell me!"

"Yes!" Several people sighed. Before they came here, the senior uncle had told them not to tell Senior Brother Song this news.

He was worried that Song Qingshu's injury would worsen.

Senior Brother Song had sacrificed his life to save Zhang Wuji before, and everyone in the martial arts world knew that.

Senior Brother Song is a young hero who values ​​love and righteousness.

If Senior Brother Song knew about it, he would definitely be hit hard.

"Senior Brother Song, you..."

One person still wanted to persuade, but Song Qingshu waved his hand, drank the medicine directly, leaned against the bed, and waved.

"I see."

"I'm fine, you all go out."

Seeing Senior Brother Song like this, several people looked at each other, bowed respectfully and walked out.

Quickly ran to inform the great uncle and them.

Song Qingshu looked at the leaves outside the window, his eyes filled with helplessness.

"Still dead!"

"Why did you die?"

"Still not able to stop it."

"Why……"

He suspected that something was going to happen when the two elders, Xuanming and Ming, came to Wudang.

So I had no choice but to deceive the two elders Xuan Ming like that.

The result was good, he prevented the two elders Xuan Ming from going to Wudang Mountain.

He's not in any danger.

But the fifth uncle Zhang Cuishan and the fifth aunt Yin Susu still died.

"Qingshu..."

"Qingshu..."

There were hurried footsteps and shouts outside the door.

The door was pushed open directly.

Song Yuanqiao looked at Song Qingshu who was leaning against the window, and quickly walked over to investigate directly.

"Father, I'm fine." Song Qingshu looked at his father's somewhat weak face.

Song Yuanqiao breathed a sigh of relief. Although his master said it was fine, how could he not be worried after being comatose for a day?

Originally, he was over-exhausted due to healing with Zhang Wuji and needed to recover.

But when he heard that his son was awake, he didn't care about anything and ran over directly.

"Okay, okay, okay."

A smile appeared on Song Yuanqiao's tired face.

"Just rest for half a month and you'll be fine."

"have a good rest."

Song Qingshu nodded: "Father, you don't look good, go and rest first."

"I'm fine. Junior Brother Youhe and the others will just take care of me."

"Okay, okay." Although Song Yuanqiao wanted to spend more time with Song Qingshu, Zhang Wuji couldn't delay.

"take a good rest."

"Father is gone."

Song Qingshu watched his father go out. He had many questions in his mind, but he didn't ask.

He could tell that his father was very tired.

Although my father tried his best to hide it, he couldn't hide his fatigue at all.

"Zhang Wuji?"

"Still hit by the Xuanming Divine Palm."

Two days later.

Song Qingshu stayed in the house, resting and recuperating, and Junior Brother He stayed with him all the time.

But most of them were small talk and rarely talked about the events of that day.

Maybe he was afraid that Song Qingshu would be worried.

The third day.

Song Qingshu was able to get out of bed completely, and the internal injuries on his body could only be nursed back to health slowly.

Get up and walk outside.

"Senior Brother Song... wherever you want to go, I will go with you." Wang He asked from the side.

Song Qingshu smiled: "No, I'm going to see the fifth uncle's son."

"You don't have to follow me."

"I have recovered now. I just need to slowly adjust my internal injuries."

Wang He quickly said: "Senior Brother Song, Zhang Wuji is injured and has been undergoing treatment these days."

"I am afraid……"

"It's okay, I'll just take a look." Song Qingshu responded and headed towards the place where Grand Master was retreating.

Behind the Zixiao Palace.

When several disciples saw Song Qingshu bowing respectfully, their eyes were full of admiration.

Now people in the martial arts world admire Song Qingshu extremely.

At just thirteen years old, he was so righteous and sacrificed his life to save Zhang Wuji.

"Senior Brother Song!"

"Senior Brother Song!"

Song Qingshu looked at the Wudang disciples and nodded slightly. He saw the emotions in everyone's eyes.

He originally just wanted to prevent tragedy.

Unexpectedly, he failed to stop it and instead became a celebrity and a young hero.

Things are unpredictable.

"Dong, dong..."

Song Qingshu knocked on the door several times: "Grand Master, dear uncles, Qingshu wants to see you."

"Come in." Zhang Sanfeng's tired voice came from inside the room.

Creak...

The door was pushed open, and Song Qingshu was slightly startled when he looked at the situation inside.

Except for Yu Daiyan, the third master uncle, all the Seven Heroes of Wudang were adjusting their breaths, their faces full of fatigue.

Grand Master Zhang Sanfeng was treating Zhang Wuji's injuries.

"Master..."

call……

When the Seven Heroes of Wudang saw Song Qingshu arriving, they stopped adjusting their breath. Seeing that Song Qingshu was fine, their faces were all smiles.

"Qingshu, just be fine."

"Yep."

"Well done Qingshu."

"You are indeed my Wudang disciple."

"Young hero, you are much better than your second uncle and I were before."

"Well done."

"..."

Even though Song Qingshu was reckless when he risked his life to save Zhang Wuji, he had a good intention.

Normally, they might have to educate him well and not let Song Qingshu be so impulsive.

But now, Song Qingshu was injured and could only mention it later.

Yu Lianzhou, the second ranked member of the Wudang Seven Heroes, saw confusion in Song Qingshu's eyes, turned to look at Zhang Wuji who was being treated by Zhang Sanfeng not far away, and sighed.

"This child is your fifth uncle's child, Zhang Wuji."

"The child suffered a lot after being kidnapped. His body was covered with injuries."

"These are not bad."

"The only trouble is that this child has been hit by an extremely vicious palm technique, the Xuanming Divine Palm."

Song Yuanqiao patted Song Qingshu: "Qingshu, please get out."

"My uncles and I still need to heal Zhang Wuji's injuries."

"You go and accompany your third uncle."

"Your third uncle..."

"Hey... you'll know when you go there."

At this moment, the faces of the Wudang Seven Heroes were full of regret and helplessness.

"Qingshu, go ahead."

"I know you have many doubts in your mind. We will explain them to you later."

"Because of the incident involving your fifth uncle, your third uncle is silent now as before. We are worried that something will happen to him."

"Yes, your third uncle has liked you since childhood. You should go and persuade him."

"..."

Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji with a painful expression, and his heart was extremely complicated.

Salute respectfully.

"Let's go over and see Third Uncle."