Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

The moment Song Qingshu opened his eyes, he felt like he might still be dreaming.

Above us was a hazy gray sky, and below us was a mountain path strewn with snow and rocks. All around us stood a dense crowd of people.

Some wore Taoist robes, some wore monk's robes, and some wore coarse cloth short tunics. The knives, spears, swords, and halberds gleamed coldly in the dim light.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, sweat, and a kind of inexplicable anxiety.

Hundreds of people formed a large circle, and in the center of the circle was a young man with disheveled hair, who was being stabbed in the right shoulder by a woman in a green dress, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Senior Brother Song, Miss Zhou from the Emei Sect delivered a brilliant sword strike! This kid surnamed Zeng probably won't be able to hold on!" someone said to him beside him.

Emei Sect? Miss Zhou? Young man surnamed Zeng?

Song Qingshu frowned. Why did these names seem so familiar?

"You...really...kill me..."

The young man, stabbed by the woman in green, was stunned. He seemed unable to believe that the woman in front of him would actually stab him with her sword.

"I'm sorry, I can't disobey my master's orders!"

The woman in the green robe was pale, her lips trembling slightly. She pulled the long sword from the young man's shoulder, drawing a few drops of blood.

Song Qingshu's mind exploded.

He was all too familiar with this scene.

In "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber", when the six major sects besieged Bright Peak, Zhou Zhiruo, on the orders of Abbess Miejue, stabbed Zhang Wuji, who was using the alias Zeng Aniu, with her sword.

Just before going to bed, he was rewatching the 03 version of "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber".

Suddenly, countless fragments of memories flooded into my mind—

The pine trees rustling in the wind on Mount Wudang, the morning bells and evening drums in Zixiao Palace, the stern yet expectant gaze of my father Song Yuanqiao, and the seemingly murky yet all-seeing eyes of my grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng…

He suddenly looked down at himself—a moon-white Taoist robe, a silk sash around his waist, and a long sword gleaming coldly in his hand.

  

Touching her face again, she noticed its distinct features, high brow bones, and delicate skin, resembling that of a young woman.

It's not a dream.

He really did time travel.

He transmigrated into the body of Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu, the "Jade-faced Mengchang" from Jin Yong's novels, was the first third-generation disciple of the Wudang School, Zhang Sanfeng's most favored grand-disciple, and Song Yuanqiao's only son.

He is intelligent, handsome, and has a bright future.

But because of Zhou Zhiruo, one wrong step led to another. He spied on the Emei heroine's bedroom, accidentally killed his uncle Mo Shenggu, betrayed Wudang and joined the Beggar Clan. In the end, his skull was shattered by Yu Lianzhou's palm, and he died like a joke.

In his past life, whether reading novels or watching TV dramas, he couldn't help but sigh every time he saw Song Qingshu's ending.

This man is dealt a very good hand – his grandmaster is Zhang Sanfeng, the number one master in the world; his father is the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang; and he himself is the most outstanding disciple among three generations. As long as he behaves honestly, his future position as the leader of Wudang is almost a certainty.

Even though Zhang Wuji is the leader of the Ming Cult, everyone still has to respectfully call him "Senior Brother Leader".

He just had to ruin himself.

All because of a woman.

No, it's not entirely because of women.

Song Qingshu's tragedy lies in the fact that he had too much success, so much so that he could not withstand any setbacks.

Everyone on Wudang Mountain fawned over him, and he was highly regarded everywhere he went when he first entered the martial arts world. Suddenly, Zhang Wuji appeared and stole all his limelight, and then Zhou Zhiruo appeared, making him unable to have her. His mentality collapsed on the spot, and from then on, he slid all the way into the abyss.

Song Qingshu sighed and muttered to himself, "Since God has made me Song Qingshu, I will never squander this good hand."

Would someone who has read the original novel, knows the spoilers, and has lived the life of a corporate slave for over thirty years repeat Song Qingshu's mistakes?

joke.

Just as I was thinking this, something changed in the room.

After Zhou Zhiruo's sword pierced Zhang Wuji's right shoulder, she returned to her own camp.

The disheveled young man, though covered in blood, still stood tall, his eyes clear and defiant as he spoke:

"Any senior who disagrees with my mediation can continue the competition!"

Everyone present turned their attention to the Wudang Sect, because this young man had already defeated masters from five sects: Shaolin, Huashan, Kunlun, Kongtong, and Emei. Only Wudang had not yet made a move.

At this moment, Song Yuanqiao, who was leading the Wudang team, looked hesitant.

The young man was already wounded by a sword. If the Wudang Sect defeated the young man, it would inevitably be criticized as an unfair victory. However, if they did not intervene, according to the agreement, the six major sects would have to leave the mountain, and this grand gesture would become a complete joke.

It truly feels like being caught in a dilemma.

Right at this moment.

Song Qingshu took a deep breath.

He knew what he had to do.

To rewrite Song Qingshu's fate, we must begin with the Battle of Bright Peak.

In the original novel, it was at this moment that Song Qingshu noticed the affection between Zhou Zhiruo and Zhang Wuji. Out of jealousy, he challenged Zhang Wuji, only to be easily defeated. From then on, he gradually descended into the abyss of disgrace, murder of his uncle, and defection.

He can't let these things happen again.

Thinking of this.

Song Qingshu gripped the hilt of his sword and stepped forward.

"Senior Brother Song, what are you doing?" a Wudang disciple asked.

Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Yin Liting, and others also turned their gazes over.

Song Qingshu offered no explanation and strode into the arena.

Seeing this situation, Song Yuanqiao, who was already in a difficult position, could only loudly instruct from behind:

"Qingshu! You must not harm that boy! Just capture him!"

Hearing the voice behind him, Song Qingshu thought to himself:

"Dad, you overestimate me. Take lives? Don't let Zhang Wuji's current state fool you; even if he gave me a handicap, I still couldn't beat him!"

He walked quickly, his Taoist robe fluttering in the wind and snow.

People around them turned their heads to look, and some whispered among themselves.

"Whose son is that?"

"Song Qingshu, the son of the great hero Song from the Wudang Sect."

"What a handsome face!"

"Is Young Master Song about to make a move?"

……

The six factions were invigorated.

Although Song Qingshu is young, his reputation as "Jade-faced Mengchang" is already quite well-known in the martial arts world. With the third-generation leader of the Wudang Sect making a move, it is bound to be spectacular.

Song Qingshu ignored him and walked straight to the center of the field.

Zhang Wuji looked at Song Qingshu, who was getting closer and closer, with a complicated expression.

If he could, he really didn't want to fight this Senior Brother Song.

But the current situation doesn't allow him to stop. If he stops, the Ming Cult members behind him will be purged.

He made up his mind that he would win this match no matter what, and then go to apologize to Senior Brother Song afterwards.

He was about to clasp his hands in greeting when he saw that this Senior Brother Song was staring straight at him, his gaze scrutinizing him from head to toe, making him feel uneasy.

"Young Master Song... would you be so kind as to offer your guidance..."

Senior Brother Song across from him remained silent, still staring at him.

The atmosphere in the room fell silent for a moment.

Just as Zhang Wuji was about to lose his temper, he saw the handsome and dashing Senior Brother Song, and a violent shock flashed across his face.

Then came an overwhelming surge of excitement; his eyes reddened slightly, and his lips trembled as if he had seen something incredible.

This……

Zhang Wuji was even more bewildered.

Suddenly, Song Qingshu drew his long sword and thrust it into the ground. The tip of the sword sank half an inch into the rock, and the blade vibrated and hummed in the wind.

Everyone was stunned by his sudden move.

The young hero from the Wudang Sect suddenly turned around, faced the crowd, pointed at the blood-soaked youth, and shouted, his voice like the clanging of metal, each word distinct and clear:

"Wuji! It's Wuji! It's Fifth Uncle's son, Wuji!"