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

Chapter 164

Song Qingshu didn't expect the phantom to react, who knew that the phantom didn't look at him indifferently and disgustedly as before, but instead walked forward, hugged him in his arms, and asked sadly: "Why, Qing Shu ?Why?"

When there was a warm stream of heat slowly pouring into the sea of ​​​​qi from behind, Song Qingshu still thought it was a dream, until he felt the phantom's hot tears dripping on his face, Song Qingshu was terrified and shouted in disbelief: "Uncle Qi ?”

Mo Shenggu felt his hands and feet were cold and trembling. He had never been so afraid before, so he could only hug him tightly and pour all his internal energy into Song Qingshu's body.The battle to break out of the siege went more smoothly than expected, because Feng Mozhi also arrived ahead of schedule with the Wudang rebels.With powerful gunpowder opening the way, and with Feng Mo's flanking attack from inside and outside, Wang Baobao's Yuan army was quickly beaten to the ground.Zhang Wuji and the others wanted to go around to the Shaolin front yard to meet the martial arts heroes according to the original plan, but Mo Shenggu was worried about Song Qingshu no matter what, so he brought a few disciples of the Beggar Clan back.Unexpectedly, no matter how fast he was, he was one step too late.

"Why did you hide from me and deal with the two elders by yourself?" Mo Shenggu couldn't help asking again, there was regret and anger in his voice, but it was more helpless.All his life, he seemed to be chasing in the footsteps of his nephew, but he never understood his intentions, as if he had never been able to tell whether what he said about the past life or the present life was true or false.

Song Qingshu gasped in Mo Shenggu's arms for a long time before gathering some strength, and said in a low voice: "Let's go! I can't do it, Uncle Qi... you, go! No matter how late... just, come... too late..."

Mo Shenggu also knew that there should be no delay. The fire started from inside the Sutra Library Pavilion. When he rushed in from the outside, he had already noticed that the entire attic was on the verge of collapse. If he stayed for a while, he might not be able to escape from this place.But Song Qingshu was so seriously injured, if he kept his palm half an inch away from his vest, Song Qingshu would definitely die.Hearing that Song Qingshu wanted him to leave on his own, Mo Shenggu couldn't help becoming more and more angry. He was about to reprimand him, but he saw that a bookshelf standing next to him was burned in two, and the upper half of the bookshelf was covered with flames. He fell head-on to the two of them.Without even thinking about it, Mo Shenggu punched out, and the wind of the fist hit, not only the half of the fallen bookshelf was blown away, but also the flames beside him also lowered their momentum. "Song Qingshu, no matter whether there is a so-called past life or not, I don't want you to make it up like this!"

Song Qingshu reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth. He knew that some words would never be said, but he knew that if he didn't say those words now, he would never have the chance to say them again. "Seventh Uncle, in my chaotic life, I have failed...not only you. But...only, you..." He tried to open his eyes wide to see the person in front of him more clearly and remember him better, but But after all, he couldn't resist the tiredness that came like a tide, and finally only left a sad sentence: "People... are not... grass... trees..." and slowly closed their eyes.

Mo Shenggu's heart was empty, he shook Song Qingshu's wrist tentatively, and called softly, "Qingshu? Qingshu?"

Song Qingshu would never answer again.

"Why, Qingshu?" Mo Shenggu stared blankly at Song Qingshu for a while, and said to himself. "You know that people are not grass and trees, so why did you choose to bear all this alone, making your loved ones sad? Making me sad? Qingshu...Qingshu..." He buried his head in Song Qingshu's neck, and tears rolled down his face instantly.

Manpower was limited, Mo Shenggu fought hard all night, and now he desperately poured his life's internal energy into Song Qingshu's body, he had already reached the point where he was exhausted and exhausted.His whole life was bright and aboveboard, and the only blemish in his life was that he had a strange feeling for his nephew.Ever since he realized his intentions, he has always been in fear, fearing that others would notice him and bring down his master and be ridiculed by others.He thought that he was wishful thinking, he thought that his nephew was filial to him, and he even did not hesitate to humiliate himself for it.It turned out that this was all his own self-righteousness, and it turned out that they were in love with each other.Now, he finally understands that this is the greatest gift God gave him, and it is also the heaviest punishment.Mo Shenggu raised his head and tried hard to control his tears, and took a deep breath.He was suddenly no longer anxious, nor was he panicked.He knew that he didn't have to go, and it might be a good thing to end with this.

But at this moment, there was a sudden sound of horse hoofs coming from the Sutra Pavilion, and a familiar and arrogant voice shouted loudly from outside: "Young master, you are rushing to rescue him, not to collect his corpse! What is the Sutra Pavilion? Let me dismantle it!" It turned out that Feng Mozhi, who had defeated the Yuan army, led the Wudang rebel army to arrive.Hearing that Song Qingshu was trapped in the Sutra Pavilion by the fire, he immediately dispatched a dozen fast horses, hooked up the roof and surrounding walls of the Sutra Pavilion with iron locks, and wanted to demolish the building to save people.

The hooves of the horses and the neighing of the horses sounded again, and there was only a loud "boom", the roof of the Sutra Pavilion was lifted, and the surrounding walls fell down.Just in the blink of an eye, this prestigious Shaolin Buddhist scriptures Pavilion, which has gone through hundreds of years of wind and rain, was actually demolished into a pile of ruins.Before the thick smoke and flames dissipated, Zhang Wuji had strode in.Seeing Mo Shenggu knelt down on the ground with tears in his eyes and a gray face, Song Qingshu in his arms had already lost his senses, so Zhang Wuji hurried forward and stretched out his fingers to feel Song Qingshu's pulse.After a while, he said in a deep voice: "Seventh Uncle, you're still angry!" After saying that, he took Song Qingshu from Mo Shenggu's arms, crossed his knees on the ground, and put his palms against his "Shenzang" and "Lingtai". The key point continuously injects a stream of pure Nine Yang True Qi into Song Qingshu's body.

Behind Zhang Wuji, many disciples of the third generation of Wudang rushed in, some supported Mo Shenggu who was already exhausted and couldn't even stand upright, and some carried a lot of sand and came in busy beside them. Extinguishing.After a while, Feng Mozhi, who was in charge of gathering the horses, also barged in, asking repeatedly, "Are you dead? Are you dead?"

It was clearly a word of concern, but it sounded as if he couldn't wait to collect Song Qingshu's body.The Wudang disciples who were traveling with him should have been angry, but now that Song Qingshu's life was hanging by a thread, no one had time to argue with him, they just kept staring at Zhang Wuji.

The combined palm of the two old masters, Xuanming and Ming, is amazing, not to mention Song Qingshu, even Zhang Sanfeng may not be able to resist it.Zhang Wuji had just checked his pulse and knew that the meridians in his body were seriously damaged. The reason why he can survive until now is because Mo Shenggu recklessly injected all his true energy into his body, protecting him until the end. Take a breath.Naturally, Zhang Wuji didn't want to see Song Qingshu die like this, he just wanted him to change his life like Mo Shenggu, but he couldn't do it.Fortunately, the powerful enemy has retreated at this time, and he is not the only one with profound internal skills among the martial arts heroes.Yu Lianzhou saw Zhang Wuji's complexion gradually darken, cold sweat rolled on his forehead, and without Zhang Wuji's reminder, he took the initiative to take over.

Back Mountain breakout was originally led by Zhang Wuji.He personally led hundreds of heroes against an army of tens of thousands of people, even though his martial arts are so strong, he is already weak from fighting.At this time, he was almost exhausted to expend his internal energy for Song Qingshu.Hearing Feng Mozhi's question, he gasped for a while before he had the strength to answer slowly: "Go and invite Abbot Kong Wen, Zen Master Kong Zhi, the head of Shaolin Dharma Hall, Prajna Hall, and Discipline Academy. Brother Song has serious internal injuries. , to protect his heart with true energy. Once the true energy is cut off, even Da Luo Jinxian will not be able to save his life!" After saying these two sentences, he took a deep breath and continued. "Where are the medicines? Shaolin Dahuan Pill, Baihu Duoming Pill, Jiuhua Yulu Pill, when should we wait now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Mozhi had already taken out all the medicinal pills used for healing.At this time, it was Fan Yao who took over Song Qingshu's healing by infusing true energy, and Song Qingshu's complexion still did not slow down.Feng Mozhi stuffed the elixir into his mouth forcefully, and pointed his neck and throat with "Crane's Beak Strength", but he didn't even have the instinct to swallow.Seeing that Mo Shenggu, Zhang Wuji, Yu Lianzhou, Yin Liting, and Fan Yao successively continued their lives with true energy for Song Qingshu, but Song Qingshu has not responded so far. brother" cried loudly.Feng Mozhi, with red eyes, was even more disturbed when he heard the crying, and without thinking, he slapped one of the Wudang disciples who cried the loudest with his backhand, and cursed loudly: "What are you crying for?" The person is not dead yet! Cry when you die!" He said harshly again, "Go get water, melt the elixir and feed him to drink!" The disciple was forced by his power, so he stopped his tears immediately and stumbled forward. out.

How could he know that before he ran far, Mo Shenggu, who had just regained some strength, stumbled to Song Qingshu's side, took the elixir from Feng Mo's hand, and the two faced each other, pushing the elixir into Song Qingshu's throat.Although saving lives was the most important thing, and he didn't care about trifles, seeing how close Mo Shenggu and Song Qingshu were, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows slightly, and a strange thought vaguely floated in his heart.He didn't dare to think about it, he just lowered his eyes silently.But Feng Mozhi, who was standing aside, looked at Mo Shenggu and then at Song Qingshu, hesitant to speak.

Not long after, many martial arts heroes who had broken through from Shaolin's front yard rushed over upon hearing the news.Among the masters who used to protect Song Qingshu's heart veins with internal force, Zhang Wuji was the first to finish adjusting his breath. Seeing Abbot Kongwen and Zen Master Kongzhi rushing over, he cupped his hands and said, "Abbot Kongwen, my brother Song is seriously injured. , but also to use the Shaolin Temple to diagnose and treat him.”

Song Qingshu helped the heroes of the martial arts to break through the siege, and the Wudang rebel army arrived in time and saved the ancient Shaolin temple from the flames of war. Zhang Wuji made this request, and Abbot Kongwen naturally responded. "Song Shaoxia has contributed to the life and death of our faction, and our faction must do their best to repay it. Master Zhang's medical skills are superb. As long as Song Shaoxia can be saved, Shaolin will be at his mercy!"

Fan Yao's internal strength was insufficient, and he was replaced by Zen Master Kongzhi after a while. Shaolin martial arts has just come to the fore, and he has been the leader of the rivers and lakes for many years.After Mo Yue was half a stick of incense, Song Qingshu frowned slightly, and suddenly choked out a mouthful of blood with a low moan.Zhang Wuji hastily stepped forward to pour the Nine Yang True Qi into his fingertips, taking his "Baihui", "Juque", "Hunmen", "Sanjiao" and more than a dozen important acupoints.Song Qingshu's meridian has been damaged, even if the internal force is injected into his body, he can't use it. Only by clicking on his key point can the true energy be sealed in his body and prolong his life.After finishing all this, Zhang Wuji took Song Qingshu's pulse again. Although his pulse was still weak, it was no longer scattered and disorderly. He couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and said in a deep voice: "It can be saved! Send it to the meditation room!"

After Hu Qingniu's death, Zhang Wuji was the most famous doctor in the world. Hearing him categorically say that Song Qingshu could still be saved, everyone's minds relaxed a little.

Song Qingshu woke up on the seventh day, and when he woke up, Mo Shenggu was lying on his bedside and fell asleep holding his fingers.Just as Song Qingshu opened his eyes, Mo Shenggu sat up suddenly as if telepathic, and looked straight at Song Qingshu.Noticing that Song Qingshu finally woke up, his eyes widened immediately, his chapped lips trembled uncontrollably, as if he wanted to speak.However, rolling in his throat for a long time, he couldn't utter a single word.

Song Qingshu saw that Mo Shenggu looked haggard, with sunken cheeks, bloodshot eyes, thick beard, gray temples, his eyes felt hot, and whispered: "Uncle Qi, you have gray hair..."

Mo Shenggu is in the middle of his life at this time, and his martial arts cultivation is deep, so he shouldn't have grown up early in the first place.It's just that he stayed with Song Qingshu non-stop for the past seven days, and even if he slept for a while occasionally, he would wake up from nightmares.Song Qingshu was in a coma for seven days and seven nights, and he endured the torture of life and death for seven days and seven nights. Not only were his temples frosted, but his appearance also seemed to be more than ten years older.Seeing Song Qingshu wake up with his own eyes, Mo Shenggu breathed a sigh of relief, before he could answer, he fell on his back and fainted immediately.

"Seventh Uncle!" Song Qingshu instinctively went to Lamo Shenggu, but he was so seriously injured that he didn't even have the strength to hold his five fingers tightly, so how could he hold a grown man?With all his strength, he only held one finger of Mo Shenggu, and he couldn't even struggle to get up. "Seventh Uncle! Seventh Uncle..." He yelled twice, but his throat was hoarse, and he couldn't make a sound no matter what.Thinking of Mo Shenggu's current appearance, Song Qingshu felt great grief, and finally couldn't help crying silently.

Fortunately, there are many Wudang disciples guarding outside the meditation room where Song Qingshu is temporarily staying. When they heard the sound of Mo Shenggu falling to the ground, they rushed in quickly.Seeing that Song Qingshu finally woke up, he immediately yelled for Zhang Wuji to come and feel his pulse, and moved the unconscious Mo Shenggu out.

Wudang heroes and Wudang disciples waited for Zhang Wuji's pulse with bated breath for a long time, until he heard the words "Life is safe" from his own mouth, then he took a deep breath with lingering fear.The crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only Song Yuanqiao facing Song Qingshu in the meditation room.Seven days is enough for Song Yuanqiao to travel day and night from Wudang to Shaolin.Noticing that the tears on his son's face hadn't dried yet, he felt pain and pity in his heart, and before he could speak, he was choked up. "You still know how to cry? If you have something to do, what should you do if you let Daddy or your Seventh Uncle do?"

Song Qingshu didn't answer, just shook his head slightly, and burst into tears in an instant.

Before his son woke up, Song Yuanqiao wanted to scold him a lot.Scolded him for being brave, scolded him for being aggressive, scolded him for being unfilial, but now seeing his son so sad and crying, he could only tremblingly caress his cheeks, hands and feet, and asked repeatedly: "Qing Shu, what's wrong with you? Qing Shu?"

Song Qingshu was powerless, holding Song Yuanqiao's palm vainly with five fingers, and replied with tears: "Father, it's the child who is unfilial and made a big mistake. Don't blame Uncle Seven..."

Song Yuanqiao followed the rules all his life, how could he have imagined that there was already a secret love between the junior and younger brother whom he brought up with his own hands and his own son.Mo Shenggu took care of Song Qingshu non-stop, and Song Qingshu interceded for Mo Shenggu when he woke up. He only thought it was the affection of his uncle and nephew, and did not suspect him.The situation when Shaolin broke through, Feng Mozhi had already discussed with him that the two elders, Xuanming and Ming, were the key to the victory or defeat of the breakout.Although he didn't know why his son had to deal with the two elders by himself instead of seeking help from others, but what his son did was ultimately wise and courageous.He saved the heroes of the martial arts world by himself, how can he demand more blame?Song Yuanqiao looked at him with tears in his eyes for a while, only patted the back of his hand, and said gently, "As long as you're well, Daddy and Uncle Qi will be at ease!" . "You are injured, you should rest earlier. Your Seventh Uncle just fainted from overwork, you can rest assured."

Song Qingshu just woke up, his mood was ups and downs, but he was indeed tired, and he was about to fall asleep in a daze.Hearing Song Yuanqiao walk out the door cautiously, Song Qingshu closed his eyes, and finally said, "Daddy, forgive me."

Song Yuanqiao turned around in surprise, but saw that Song Qingshu had already fallen asleep.

The author has something to say: Director: Song Shaoxia, I wonder if you have heard a saying?

Qing Shu: What do you say?

Director: If an apology is useful, why do we need the police?

Qing Shu: ...