"Fifth brother! Fifth brother!"

While everyone was talking, they suddenly heard someone shouting outside the Golden Dome.

Looking along, I saw a fat man carrying Yu Daiyan carrying Yu Daiyan towards this place.

Song Qingshu was quite surprised. Not only was this fat Taoist boy huge, he was also carrying a completely paralyzed adult on his back. The ropeway was so narrow that it could only accommodate one person. How did he get up there?

Zhang Cuishan saw Yu Daiyan, who was being carried by the Taoist boy, waving at him vigorously, and quickly stepped forward to hold him, "Third brother!"

"That's great. They said you're back, and it's really you! That's great... After so many years, your appearance has not changed..."

"Third brother, it's me. How are you after all these years?"

"Not good!" Yu Daiyan sighed, and then said, "Look at me, my quadriplegia, my life has been worse than death for the past ten years."

Facing Zhang Cuishan, Yu Daiyan no longer concealed his true thoughts and spoke directly.

Zhang Cuishan felt extremely sad after hearing this and held his hand without letting go.

Yu Daiyan ordered the fat Taoist boy to lean him against the boulder, and the two kept talking.

Song Qingshu took the opportunity to sneak over and ask the boy.

"Senior brother, what's your name? Why haven't I seen you before?"

The fat Taoist boy paused for a moment, then realized that Song Qingshu was asking him, and touched his head naively, "Brother Song, my name is Xuanxu, and I have been serving the master in Yuxu Palace. It's just that you rarely come to Yuxu Palace, so

Never seen me before."

"Oh, that's it..." Song Qingshu saw that he was wearing a coarse robe and looked like a handyman. Who knew that his martial arts skills were not bad, and he could carry Yu Daiyan onto the golden dome so easily.

"Senior Brother Xuanxu, I will play with you more in the future, so don't ignore me." Song Qingshu said with a smile.

"Ah?" Xuanxu was stunned at first. Before others could hide from him, Song Qingshu wanted to lean towards Yuxu Palace. It was really strange. However, he did not dare to ask more questions and bowed his head and said, "Of course it's good. Senior Brother Song is here."

At this time, Zhang Cuishan also thought of the Taoist boy who had just carried Yu Daiyan up the mountain, and praised: "Third brother, you are really a good disciple, you have a good foundation!"

"Alas..." Yu Daiyan sighed, "Ever since I was paralyzed ten years ago, I have become a useless person. Everyone in Yuxu Palace who is willing to leave has left. Only he is willing to stay and take care of me, but

I can’t even drive them away.”

Although the Seven Wudang Sons are brothers and sisters, after all, there are hundreds of mouths waiting for food in each palace below, so naturally many things cannot be settled with just one word.

Since Yu Daiyan was disabled, most of his disciples have gone elsewhere. Yu Daiyan is a chivalrous person and will not forcibly detain his disciples. What he said was self-deprecating. After all, there are still servants under his care, but there are only real disciples.

Such a one.

"For the past ten years, I have been lucky enough to have him take care of me. Although he is dull, he can make up for his weakness with diligence. He has practiced kung fu for ten years and has achieved some success now." Yu Daiyan told the truth to his brother.

"Huh?" He saw the figure of the woman in plain clothes behind Zhang Cuishan and said with a smile, "This must be a younger brother and sister, right?"

Zhang Cuishan quickly waved to Yin Susu: "Susu, come quickly, you have met my third brother!"

Oops! Song Qingshu felt bad. He didn’t know what the specific situation was ten years ago, but Yin Susu was definitely involved.

Sure enough, Yin Susu slowly moved over, but her expression changed slightly.

She turned sideways to Yu Daiyan Yifu, "Third brother..."

The smile on Yu Daiyan's face softened, and he kept staring at Yin Susu's side face. He said solemnly, "Brother and sister, please raise your head and let me see."

Yin Susu had expected such a day, hesitated for a moment, and simply turned around. She was about to speak when she suddenly heard someone making a joke:

"Third uncle, you are so embarrassed, you actually want to look at fifth aunt!"

It's Song Qingshu, he has wisdom in his haste.

"Qingshu, what are you talking about?" Song Yuanqiao's face fell, as if he was already thinking about where to hit Song Qingshu's body later.

"Dad, there is no reason in the world for an uncle to stare at his aunt." Song Qingshu said bravely. He decided to sacrifice his personal self to achieve his great self, completely disrupting today's meeting.

"I think you are too lazy to talk nonsense here."

Song Yuanqiao reached out to grab Song Qingshu, but was blocked by Yin Liting.

"Brother, Qingshu is already twelve years old, and he will be able to get married in a few years. If you don't propose a marriage to him as soon as possible, look at him, he can't hold himself back."

Yin Liting said half-jokingly and half-seriously while winking at Song Qingshu.

"Although I'm not old, I still know some rules. Aunt, don't you think so?" Song Qingshu turned to ask Yin Susu.

Yin Susu thought that God really wanted to help her, and quickly replied, "Qingshu, the third uncle is just looking at me, so why would he have other thoughts?"

She deliberately told the matter, and Yu Daiyan was a little embarrassed.

He just felt that Yin Susu's figure looked familiar, like an extremely important old friend, and he just wanted to take a closer look at her.

But after Song Qingshu said this and Yin Susu provoked him like this, it became even more difficult for him to meet her directly.

Although the fifth brother was close to him, they had become a family after all. Although there were not many red tapes among the children of Jianghu, Song Qingshu created a rift when he talked about it, which made it difficult for Yu Daiyan to continue.

"Alright, Xuanxu, please take me down. It's cold up here, so don't stay too long if you're a younger brother or sister."

Xuanxu responded with a dull sound, then carried him back down the mountain.

"Huh." Only then did the stone hanging in Yin Susu's heart fall. She looked at Song Qingshu who had no intention of helping her out, and her eyes became more and more fond of him.

"Song Qingshu, what you just said nonsense made your third uncle so angry!" Song Yuanqiao raised his hand to hit Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu quickly hid behind Yin Susu, "Auntie, save me!"

Yin Susu laughed "haha" and hugged Song Qingshu behind her, just like she did to Zhang Wuji.

"Uncle, you can't be too harsh on Qingshu. They say that a strict father and a loving mother should complement each other."

When Song Yuanqiao heard "loving mother", he put down his sleeves and sighed "Alas".

"That's alright. For the sake of your aunt, I'll spare you today. If you dare to talk nonsense in the future, you won't be spared lightly." Song Yuanqiao walked away with a flick of his sleeves.

Yin Susu flicked Song Qingshu's forehead, "Qingshu, you'd better not make your father angry. It's not easy for him to take care of you like this."

Song Qingshu didn't want to listen to Yin Susu's nagging, but he couldn't escape her clutches. He was "haunted" and brainwashed by her all the way down the mountain.

The two of them were walking at the end of the team, and Song Qingshu asked tentatively, "Auntie, do you know how miserable a child without a mother is?"

"Huh?" Yin Susu was stunned. Song Qingshu listened to her murmuring silently for a long time before suddenly saying this.

Immediately afterwards, Song Qingshu briefly informed Yin Susu of his "tragic" experiences over the years.

"So, a child without a mother is so miserable! Fortunately, I still have a father. It would be even worse if he was an orphan!"

Song Qingshu glanced at Yin Susu, hoping that she would remember what he said.

"Do you know how my mother died?"

Yin Susu shook her head, "I only heard from my fifth brother that my sister-in-law passed away a long time ago."

"Yes, my mother died when I was three or four years old, and I can't even remember what she looked like. At that time, my father was busy doing chivalry and had no time to take care of the family." There was a trace of sadness in Song Qingshu's eyes, and he was lost in memories.

middle......

His only remaining memory of this "unknown" mother was when she sang him a lullaby when he was a baby, and later...

"At that time, we were still living in a small town at the foot of the mountain. That year, Yuan soldiers came. They rode on horses and killed Han people on sight. They captured us, mother and son."

This is one of the most profound memories among the remaining soul fragments of the original Song Qingshu, and it is also his only trace of hatred.

"It's ridiculous that my father couldn't save his married wife for the so-called righteousness. My mother committed suicide in the Yuan barracks for the sake of righteousness. It's ridiculous that my father went after the investigation and ended up killing only a pawn of the Yuan people."

It turns out that Song Qingshu also knew that when his father killed his mother-killing enemy, it was just someone promoted by the Yuan people.

At that time, Wudang did not have the qualifications to openly challenge the government. Even if the incident happened today, I am afraid the outcome would not be much different.

The person who killed his mother had an extraordinary status in Yuan Ting, at least one that Wudang could not easily shake. Song Yuanqiao could not drag the entire Wudang into the abyss for his own selfish interests, because he was the executive head of Wudang and because he was Zhang Sanfeng

The chief disciple.

Every move he makes is enough to represent Wudang and the best master in the world, Zhang Sanfeng.

But this seems ridiculous to Song Qingshu now. How could a son of the world care so much? If you can't be happy with your grudges, what kind of hero can you be? You're not as good as an ordinary man! When an ordinary man is angry, he will bleed for five steps. And you are in charge of several

The head of the martial arts sect with thousands of disciples, his wife died, but he can only ask for the head of a pawn who served as his master?

When Song Qingshu just came over, when he was sorting out the memory of the former, he thought that if it were him, he would definitely find out the people behind the scenes one by one at all costs, and then kill them all. If he can't do it openly, he will assassinate him secretly.

, martial arts people still have their own tricks.

"Son, when you reach the stage of your father, maybe you will understand him." Yin Susu comforted him. He thought Song Qingshu's silence was because he was trapped in sad memories.

"No, I don't blame him." Song Qingshu looked at Yin Susu and said in an adult tone, "If I were him, I would rather not be a hero or the head of Wudang. I would also protect my wife, children and family.

.Whoever dares to touch them, I will fight to the death, it’s that simple.”

Yin Susu's face changed. First she was laughing at Song Qingshu's naivety, but then she thought of herself.

If the incident happened today, how would Cuishan choose? The ego and the big ego, personal feelings and righteousness, it is really a dilemma...

Yin Susu didn't need to analyze, he already had the answer in his mind. If he chose to have an affair with his children, then he would not be Zhang Cuishan or the Five Heroes of Wudang!

Alas, I can only hope that this day will come later.
Chapter completed!