The year was 1364. Zhu Yuanzhang occupied the southeastern half of the country and called himself King of Wu in Jinling.

Less than half a year has passed since the battle at Shaoshi Mountain. The vitality of all the sects in the Central Plains was severely damaged. Coupled with the chaos in various places, they all returned to their sects to recuperate.

After the death of Bastu, the martial arts masters in the Yuan Dynasty dispersed one after another, and the few remaining monks could not make a big wave. The general trend of the world has been initially determined. Zhu Yuanzhang, who unified the south of the Yangtze River, is the most powerful among the heroes, and his troops are far away.

Points to the north.

On the sword training ground behind Zixiao Palace in Wudang Mountain, the morning sun was rising. A beautiful figure's skirt was flying under the sunlight, leaving a trail of five-clawed afterimages in the air.

"Well, you have almost mastered the martial arts of Jiuyin Divine Claw, very good, very good." A young man was lying lazily on the pine tree, holding a fat white cat in his arms.

"Hmph, I don't know if you have really lost your memory, or if you are just pretending to be confused..." Zhou Zhiruo, dressed in pink, finished using the martial arts of the Nine Yin Divine Claws, and then came to the branch with a transformation step.

She grabbed Song Qingshu's ears with her hands and exhaled softly: "I have never seen someone who lost his memory and only remembered martial arts."

"Don't, don't be like this." Song Qingshu held her hand and pulled her into his arms.

Zhou Zhiruo smoothed back a few strands of black hair that had fallen out, and thought that her hair was still not tied up properly, but he refused to put her hair into a thrush. The two hugged each other and couldn't help but feel a little hot in their bodies, and Zhou Zhiruo's face also became hot.

Just half a year ago, Song Qingshu, who had just woken up, became a "fool". Not only could he not remember people, he couldn't even remember martial arts. Song Yuanqiao and others took turns in battle, but they couldn't figure out what they were doing. They didn't know what they were doing.

Wrong ride.

Later, when Song Yuanqiao met Zhou Zhiruo, it was not an option for Xiao Zhao and his two daughters to always follow Song Qingshu. He came up with a plan and asked the two daughters who would stay and take care of Song Qingshu. Before, Song Qingshu was a man with unparalleled martial arts skills.

All that was left was a skin, and he was still a little confused.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Zhiruo and Xiao Zhao did not choose to leave, but were willing to stay and take care of Song Qingshu until he got better.

And Xiao Zhao was a woman who didn't compete with others, so Zhou Zhiruo got married to Song Qingshu who was gradually returning to normal one month later.

Recalling that when they went to the church to get married, Song Qingshu was like a fool and had to be taught how to kowtow. Zhou Zhiruo was very worried about her future life... But when she was practicing the martial arts in the Nine Yin Manual, Song Qingshu

He actually practiced secretly with her and made rapid progress.

Half a year has passed, and Song Qingshu's internal strength has not improved much. He is probably at a second- or third-rate level, but at least he has recovered his sanity. But he can't remember clearly all the memories from the past.

Starting from self-recognition, Song Qingshu recognized the people around him again.

Zhou Zhiruo, a first-time wife, has not yet tasted the beauty of married life, so Song Qingshu has always followed the rules when sleeping with her. Every time she takes the initiative, Song Qingshu looks at her with his big, pure eyes - What are you going to do?

In fact, Song Qingshu was just pretending to be confused. Over the past few days, his memory was gradually recovering. Although he could not remember many things from the past, he probably still knew his identity - he was not from this world.

He remembered a few important places in his mind, which he had been thinking about going to before. Martial arts was so integrated in his mind that he couldn't distinguish any moves or routines. When fighting with others, they all used to know what they were doing.

Splitting moves and doing them at will. The strange thing is that his unstructured martial arts seems to be a return to his original nature. Even the most powerful Yu Lianzhou on Wudang Mountain cannot defeat him.

This concussion caused Song Qingshu's martial arts level to increase rather than decrease.

While the two were holding each other's arms and talking, a slight cough came from under the tree. Zhou Zhiruo blushed and quickly stood up and left.

Yin Liting made a joke and said, "Qingshu, come down from the tree. A friend from the East is looking for you."

"Coming from the East?" Zhou Zhiruo knew something in her heart, it must be someone from Zhu Yuanzhang!

Zhu Yuanzhang had been inquiring about Song Qingshu before. After he learned that Song Qingshu had killed Bastu, the top master of the Yuan Dynasty, at the Shaoshi Mountain Conference, he admired Song Qingshu to the extreme. He wrote several times to invite Song Qingshu to Jinling.

But they were all rejected by Zhou Zhiruo. Now that Song Qingshu has fully recovered, it is up to him to make the decision.

When Song Qingshu came to the main hall, he saw a familiar figure, it was Liu Bowen. He cupped his hands and said: "Young Master Song, long time no see!"

I was originally going to call him a hero, but with Song Yuanqiao present, it was inappropriate.

"Who are you?" Song Qingshu looked confused. This person looked familiar, but he really couldn't remember the origin of his name.

Zhou Zhiruo whispered from the side, "He is Liu Bowen, the one I told you before, Zhu Yuanzhang's military advisor."

"Oh, Mr. Liu... I have admired him for a long time..." Song Qingshu suddenly realized.

Liu Bowen was stunned, what happened to Song Qingshu? Why was he so different from before?

Song Yuanqiao explained to him, "He was injured some time ago and lost part of his memory."

Liu Bowen nodded, guessing that Song Qingshu had left a hidden danger after fighting with Bastu. Bastu was the number one master in the Yuan Dynasty, and even if the masters of the six sects joined forces, they might not be able to win. Song Qingshu killed him.

, injuries are normal, but I didn’t expect the injury to be to the brain.

"Then Mr. Song..." Liu Bowen looked at Song Yuanqiao with some worry. If Song Qingshu becomes a fool, who should he talk to about this important matter?

"He just can't remember some things from the past, but there's nothing wrong with the rest." Song Yuanqiao said with some displeasure.

Liu Bowen said "Fortunately", then turned to Song Qing and wrote: "Young Master Song, my trip is based on the order of the King of Wu. I specially invite the Wudang Sect to the Huangshan Abbot to host the martial arts conference. Now that the world is falling apart, the King of Wu is determined to make a northern expedition to unify the world and end the troubled times.

.I hope the Wudang Clan can lead the martial arts community in the Central Plains and contribute its small amount to the welfare of the people."

After Song Yuanqiao heard this, his heart moved.

What Liu Bowen said was that Zhu Yuanzhang planned to elect Wudang to become the leader of the martial arts community in the Central Plains. The condition was that Wudang supported his Northern Expedition and that Xu Shouhui, who was within his power, would be placed under Zhu Yuanzhang's command.

The West Route Army of the Red Scarf Army commanded by Xu Shouhui was under the protection of the Wudang Sect. Therefore, Zhu Yuanzhang, who unified Jiangnan and was so powerful, did not dare to invade easily, for fear of offending the masters of the Wudang Sect.

He sent Liu Bowen to negotiate, which was enough to give the Wudang Clan face.

After the Battle of Shaoshi Mountain, the Wudang Sect completely replaced Shaolin and became the number one martial arts sect in the world. Although the Wudang Sect at this time did not have Zhang Sanfeng in charge, it had successors.

Inside are the young master Song Qingshu who killed Bastu, plus three masters among the Wudang heroes (Song Yuanqiao and Yu Daiyan also became masters after comprehending the Nine Yin Manual), and outside are the Tianying Sect where Zhang Wuji belongs (Zhang Wuji and Yin

They got married, and he is now in the Tianying Sect). The Emei Sect behind Zhou Zhiruo is so powerful that it has never been seen before.

Wudang is now the undisputed number one martial arts sect in the world, and every sect owes him a favor. So as long as he persuades Wudang, Zhu Yuanzhang can exchange the unification of the martial arts for the unification of the south to ensure the smooth progress of the Northern Expedition.

"Qingshu, what do you think about this matter?" Song Yuanqiao asked Song Qingshu's opinion. Although he lost part of his memory, he has gradually improved over the past few days. After this battle, he also planned to start officially training Song Qingshu as his successor.

Song Qingshu nodded. He had some understanding of the situation in the south. Zhou Zhiruo had told him before. Now only Xu Shouhui, who was under Wudang, was the only rebel army left in the south. The rest had either collapsed or been incorporated by Zhu Yuanzhang.

There seems to be little point in persisting. After all, Xu Shouhui's men are all from Baima Village. They are a group of tough bandits who can rob but are really good at fighting.

"Dad, you can make up your mind on these things... I have been staying on the mountain for a long time, and I want to go down for a walk." Song Qingshu said, thinking of several places in his mind, all from the Tai Chi diagram in his mind.

have witnessed.

The Tai Chi diagram he left pointed out a way to Song Qingshu, a way to leave. But Song Qingshu didn't want to leave so early, and he vaguely felt that there was something unfinished in his heart.

After discussing with several others, Song Yuanqiao decided to agree to Zhu Yuanzhang's conditions. The era when Shaolin, Wudang and Emei were the three pillars of the world has passed. The martial arts has experienced one disaster after another, and a new order needs to be formulated - a new martial arts system headed by Wudang.

Song Qingshu finally convinced Zhou Zhiruo, and Xiao Zhao stayed on the mountain and went down the mountain alone.

He first went to the nearest Zhongnan Mountain and found the dilapidated ruins of Chongyang Palace according to the direction left by Zhang Sanfeng in his memory.

The ancestral palace of Quanzhen Sect in those days now only has a few ruins left.

After paying homage to the Patriarch of the Chongyang Festival for Zhang Sanfeng, Song Qingshu went to the back mountain of Zhongnan Mountain, where a moss-covered stone door was hidden under a huge banyan tree.

"This should be the Tomb of the Living Dead that the Patriarch said." Song Qingshu tore open the moss and tried to push the stone door, but it didn't move even with all his strength.

Song Qingshu went into the woods along the big banyan tree, passed through the bushes, and saw a cold pool. The water in the cold pool formed a waterfall when it flowed downward.

The Broken Dragon Stone blocked the passage, and this became the only entrance and exit to the Tomb of the Living Dead.

Song Qingshu plunged into the water with a fierce thrust. The cold pool water was so cold that he could only use up his internal energy to counteract it. The internal energy in Song Qingshu's body was very mixed, including masculine and pure internal energy, as well as feminine and evil internal energy. His Dantian was like a big

furnace.

After diving under the cold pool, Song Qingshu fumbled around for several times and finally found a narrow entrance. He swam along inside, holding his breath all the way and could only rely on his internal strength to sustain himself.

The underwater passage was narrow, dark and cold. After swimming for about a quarter of an hour, Song Qingshu almost couldn't hold his breath, and finally saw a glimmer of light. He rushed towards the light, surfaced with a 'swish' sound, and took a few deep breaths.

, and was stunned by the scene in front of him.

It is like a deep valley. There is a small island in the middle of the lake. There is a huge banyan tree on the island. The banyan tree is a single forest, and there are several bamboo houses built in the forest near the water. Some purple wisterias are planted on the water pavilion.

.

The clear brilliance of the moonlight shines on the water, creating layers of ripples.

"No, where did the moon come from in this place?" Song Qingshu looked up and realized that the moon was actually a piece of huge luminous stone inlaid at a high place.

When we came to the shore, there were many flowers planted on the shore. The fragrance was accompanied by the breeze blowing from nowhere, making people feel refreshed.

Song Qingshu couldn't believe it. This was the legendary Tomb of the Living Dead that never saw the light of day. Except that the light in this place was a little dim, it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a fairyland on earth, a paradise.

"Is there anyone there?" Song Qingshu cleared his throat and shouted.

The space in this ancient tomb is huge. It was originally built in the middle of the mountain, and it can be said to be a special cave. When Song Qingshu shouted, echoes came from the distance, making this place even more quiet and cold.

"Is anyone here?" Song Qingshu shouted again at the top of his lungs. The attic of this waterside pavilion is spotless, and it can be seen that there are still people cleaning the tomb from time to time.

"Yes..." Before Song Qingshu shouted this time, a silver needle shot at him.

He ducked, grabbed the hidden weapon in his hand, opened his palm and looked at it in the dim light, there were three thin silver needles.

A white shadow floated past him. Song Qingshu turned around to look, but disappeared again. However, the white shadow floated behind him again.

"What a light kung fu!" Song Qingshu thought to himself. If he hadn't been mentally prepared, he might have thought he had bumped into a female ghost.

Song Qingshu turned around several times, trying to catch the trace of the woman in white, but she always managed to get behind Song Qingshu, never letting him see her true body.

"Who are you and why did you come in here?" The voice was that of a seventeen or eighteen year old girl.

Song Qingshu chuckled and said, "Little sister, are you the only one in this ancient tomb?"

"Little sister?" The woman's voice was startled, and then she said, "You haven't answered my question yet. Outsiders are not welcome here...how did you get in?"

"I fell from the sky." Song Qingshu replied with a playful smile.
To be continued...