Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

Song Qingshu's shout was like a thunderclap above Bright Peak.

The scene fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a deafening uproar.

"What? Zhang Wuji? Isn't that Zhang Cuishan's son? Wasn't he dead?"

"They said this child was dead ten years ago, how is he still alive?"

"Nonsense, isn't that right?"

The scene immediately descended into chaos.

On the Wudang side, Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, Mo Shenggu, and others all changed their expressions.

Yu Lianzhou's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously took a step forward, staring intently at the disheveled young man.

Among the Seven Heroes of Wudang, Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Cuishan had the deepest bond.

When Zhang Cuishan and his wife brought Zhang Wuji back from Icefire Island, Yu Lianzhou personally escorted them back to Wudang.

Later, Zhang Cuishan committed suicide on Wudang Mountain because of his sworn brother Xie Xun. Yin Susu died for love. Zhang Wuji, who was only ten years old, was hit by the Xuanming Divine Palm and was taken back to the mountain by Zhang Sanfeng and the heroes of Wudang to be treated.

Later, Zhang Wuji went down the mountain to treat his illness and disappeared. Rumors spread in the martial arts world that he had died, and the entire Wudang Sect grieved for three whole years.

Over the years, Yu Lianzhou has never given up searching, but has never received any news.

If this young man is really Wuji... Yu Lianzhou's hands were trembling. He couldn't believe it, yet he didn't want to disbelieve it.

Zhang Songxi reacted the fastest, shouting sternly, "Qingshu! Don't talk nonsense! How can such an important matter be treated lightly?"

Song Qingshu turned around to face his fellow martial uncles, and spoke each word with unwavering resolve:

"This disciple is absolutely not lying. This Zeng Aniu is none other than Zhang Wuji, the only son of Fifth Uncle."

Just now when he was fighting, he clearly used our Wudang School's Ladder Cloud Leap.

At first, I only had doubts, but after a closer look, I realized that his features were so similar to those of my junior brother Wuji, whom I used to play with when we were little.

Over the years, I have always been concerned about my younger brother Wuji, who is suffering from the cold poison. Even though his appearance has changed over the years, I will never mistake his eyes!

Song Qingshu spoke with conviction, but in his heart he was praying.

"Please, Uncle-Master, don't ask anymore. What proof do I have? I can't exactly tell you I've read the original work, can I?"

Song Qingshu was filled with apprehension, hoping that this explanation would fool everyone.

  

Song Yuanqiao and his companions could no longer contain themselves and leaped into the arena.

Yu Lianzhou took the lead, rushing to Zhang Wuji in a few steps, grabbing his shoulders with both hands, and staring intently at his face.

He had previously wondered why this young man knew their Wudang's "Ladder Cloud Leap".

If Qing Shu hadn't pointed it out, he really wouldn't have thought of it that way. Sometimes the truth is just a thin layer of paper away.

Now that I look at this boy's features, he really does look more and more like his nephew, Wuji!

Yu Lianzhou's hands trembled, and her voice trembled as well: "You...you really are Wuji?"

Zhang Wuji stood there, as if struck by lightning.

He used the alias Zeng Aniu to conceal his identity, partly to avoid causing trouble for the Wudang Sect and partly to prevent the six major sects from knowing that he, Zhang Wuji, was still alive.

But he never expected that Song Qingshu would recognize him at a glance.

What surprised him even more was that this Senior Brother Song, who wasn't particularly close to him on Wudang Mountain, would so excitedly call out his name in front of all the heroes of the world.

When he heard Senior Brother Song call out the name "Wuji," he felt as if something in his chest had been shattered.

Zhang Wuji's eyes also reddened.

He lost both his parents at a young age. After being struck by the Xuanming Divine Palm, he lived on Wudang Mountain for a period of time. He remembered the warm embrace of his grandmaster and his uncles and aunts who often carried him on their shoulders and ran all over the mountain, catching crickets and picking wild fruits for him.

"Second...Second Uncle..."

Zhang Wuji's voice was hoarse and choked with emotion.

Upon hearing the word "Second Uncle," Yu Lianzhou trembled violently.

He suddenly pulled Zhang Wuji into his arms, and the usually cold and taciturn Wudang hero burst into tears.

"It's Wuji! It's Wuji!" Yu Lianzhou's voice was almost a roar. "Fifth Brother's child is still alive!"

Once this was said, there was no more suspense.

The Wudang Sect members swarmed around them.

Song Yuanqiao rushed forward, carefully examining Zhang Wuji's face, tears streaming down his face:

"Wuji, where have you been all these years? Back then, you were struck by the Xuanming Divine Palm, and Grandmaster and we tried everything to cure you, but nothing worked. Later, you went to Chang Yuchun for treatment, and then we never heard from you again. We all thought..."

He couldn't continue.

Zhang Songxi's eyes also reddened at this moment, and he patted Zhang Wuji on the shoulder: "It's good that you're alive, it's good that you're alive."

Yin Liting stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Wuji's hand. His lips trembled for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He was the closest in age to Zhang Cuishan, and seeing his fifth brother's son safe and sound filled him with mixed emotions.

Mo Shenggu stood on the outermost edge. He didn't step forward, but just looked up at the sky and blinked hard a few times, as if he didn't want anyone to see the tears in his eyes.

The Seven Heroes of Wudang were once so full of vigor and ambition.

Yu Daiyan, one of the three heroes, had his legs crippled by the Mighty Vajra Finger technique, rendering him a cripple.

Zhang Cuishan, one of the Five Heroes, committed suicide, becoming the first of the Seven Heroes to pass away.

Although the Wudang Sect has remained one of the six major sects over the years, the pain it caused has always weighed on everyone's hearts and has never dissipated.

Seeing Zhang Cuishan's orphan standing alive before me now, all the grief and guilt that had been building up for ten years surged up at this moment.

The entire Bright Summit fell silent.

The members of the six major sects looked at each other in dismay, none of them expecting things to turn out this way.

Just then, an old yet loud voice rang out from within the Ming Cult camp.

"Wuji?!"

The crowd parted, and Yin Tianzheng strode out.

The white-browed eagle king had his beard and hair standing on end, and his deep-set old eyes flashed with a terrifying light as he stared intently at Zhang Wuji.

His daughter, Yin Susu, married Zhang Cuishan of Wudang.

Throughout his life, Yin Tianzheng was unruly and rebellious, but he was deeply concerned about this grandson.

When he heard that Zhang Cuishan and his wife had committed suicide on Wudang Mountain, he assumed that his grandson was also long gone.

Now, Song Qingshu's cry of "Wuji" resounded in his ears like a thunderclap.

"Are you Wuji?"

Yin Tianzheng strode forward, his blood and wounds seemingly vanishing. "Are you Susu's child?"

Zhang Wuji turned around, saw the old man, and his lips trembled slightly: "Grandpa..."

Yin Tianzheng was shaken by just this one title.

He pressed Zhang Wuji's head against his chest, looked up to the sky and roared, his roar filled with indescribable sorrow and ecstasy:

"Good! Good! Good! My grandson, Yin Tianzheng's grandson, is still alive! Heaven has eyes! Heaven has eyes!"

As he laughed, tears streamed down the deep lines etched on his aged face.

Yang Xiao, standing at the front of the Ming Cult members, also had a drastic change in expression.

Of course he remembered—back then on Zuowang Peak, it was this very young man who, along with his daughter Yang Buhui, traveled from a thousand miles away to the Western Regions.

At that time, Zhang Wuji was just a child of about ten years old. He was being tortured by the Xuanming Divine Palm to the point of wishing he were dead, but he still managed to send Yang Buhui to him.

That day, Zhang Wuji placed Yang Buhui's hand in his and said, "I have delivered Sister Buhui to you."

Yang Xiao has never forgotten this kindness.

Behind him, Yang Buhui had already recognized Zhang Wuji, and at this moment she covered her mouth and cried so hard she couldn't speak.

Within the Emei Sect's formation, Zhou Zhiruo's expression was complex.

"Brother Wuji..."

Her lips moved slightly, the sound so faint that only she could hear it.

Song Qingshu stood quietly to the side, watching this scene, a surge of warmth rising in his chest.

He had shed tears several times when he read this passage in his previous life.

The deep brotherhood among the Seven Heroes of Wudang is one of the most touching emotional threads in the entire "Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber".

After Zhang Cuishan committed suicide, the heroes of Wudang missed his child every single day.

Now that family members are reunited and the joy of family life is restored, the weight of this emotion far surpasses all the grudges and feuds in the world.

And now, he himself has brought all of this to fruition.

However, that's not enough; if you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way!

He pulled the longsword from the ground, surveyed the assembled heroes, and shouted:

"Fellow martial arts masters, this Zeng Aniu is none other than Zhang Wuji, the only son of my fifth martial uncle, Zhang Cuishan! Anyone who dares to make things difficult for him today will have to step over my dead body first!"