Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

Today, I use this painting to say goodbye to my youth, the past, and the person I miss so much.

Goodbye, my childhood friend!"

Song Xuan read the words over and over again, somewhat unable to believe that these were really written by the little girl who would become shy when speaking loudly.

This little girl has been quiet and timid since she was a child. She would blush shyly when she looked into his eyes.

He thought that this was the girl's personality, but he didn't expect that she would have such thoughts.

After a brief silence, Song Xuan put the scroll away, hesitated for a moment, and put it back into the cabinet.

Alas, even if a person is too handsome, he will have troubles.

It’s a pity that there is no Internet in this world, otherwise he would have to post a question.

Question: I am childhood sweethearts with Yaoyue and Lianxing, and I want to marry them together. Is there any way to avoid being punished by Yaoyue?

Waiting online, very anxious!

He took a deep breath and put Lu Qingshuang's matter aside. Now was not the time for him to talk about love.

Song Qian said it well, men...women, will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword!

.....

Time passes by little by little in this world.

During these days, Song Xuan and his friends got together several times and also visited the Xu family, which was almost extinct.

The main branch of the Xu family had died out, so the commander sent people from other states to search for a long time. They found the surviving branch and adopted one of the children to the deceased Xu Ping'an.

The child looked to be about seven or eight years old. Song Xuan had examined him specially and found that his martial arts aptitude was average. It was estimated that he would not be able to break through to the innate level in this lifetime.

This person's life is basically determined. He just needs to work steadily in the Xuanyi Guard and do his best to carry on the Xu family's line in the future.

I have heard a lot of news from the Inspection Office these days.

The situation in Cheongju was completely out of control for the imperial court.

Under pressure, the emperor mobilized an army of 100,000 warriors from all over the country and sailed to Qingzhou from the port of Budong. However, before they landed, they were attacked by Qing army artillery and suffered heavy losses.

The imperial court had always known about firearms, but had never paid much attention to them.

This thing has little effect on martial artists above the innate level, and is completely useless to martial arts masters, so it has never been taken seriously.

But now, this thing that has always been treated as a toy has played a huge role at a special time and in a special occasion, and it really slapped the emperor in the face.

The army failed to make progress, and the emperor placed his hopes on the Xuanyi Guards. He repeatedly urged them to send out experts as soon as possible to carry out the decapitation operation.

Song Xuan knew that the time for his departure was getting closer.

So on New Year's Day, after reuniting with his family and having the New Year's Eve dinner, Song Xuan began his retreat.

The fundamental technique he practiced was the Pure Yang Wuji Boy's Kung Fu, a celestial-level technique. The innate true qi circulated in his body in a large circle, and the power of essence, energy and spirit could be increased simultaneously.

According to the martial arts training process that Song Xuan knew, normally, if an innate warrior wants to condense the flower of qi, he needs to cultivate the innate true qi to the limit of the innate realm.

For an ordinary innate warrior, it would take about sixty years!

If he practices step by step, Song Xuan's current practice speed in one year is equivalent to the progress of other innate warriors in six years.

In about ten years, he will be able to condense the three innate flowers at the same time and try to break through to the realm of the Three Flowers Grandmaster.

Originally, this was his plan, but now, in order to avoid any accidents during the upcoming trip to Qingzhou, he plans to condense the innate flower of qi before leaving.

The Flower of Essence and the Flower of God are difficult to refine. Even a genius would have to spend a lot of time to refine them bit by bit, but the Flower of Qi is relatively easier.

Because in this world, there are many natural treasures that can increase internal strength and true energy, especially for their hereditary Xuanyiwei family. Every once in a while, they can obtain a Dahuan Pill that can improve their cultivation.

One Dahuan Dan is equivalent to one year's cultivation.

The power of this pill lies in that no matter whether you are in the Xiantian realm or the Grandmaster realm, you can increase your Qi capacity for one year according to your own cultivation level.

Since being promoted to the second-class Xuanyi Guard, Song Xuan has saved up five Dahuan Dan, and Song Qian also gave him the five that she had saved up.

After learning that he was going to try to condense the Qi Flower, his father Song Yuanshan handed him a jade box. Song Xuan opened it and counted the flowers, and there were exactly fifty of them.

According to my dad, if it’s not enough, ask him for more. The Song family has nothing else, and this is the only thing that has been passed down from generation to generation.

Song Xuan couldn't help but sigh about this.

Reincarnation is really a science. If you are reborn well, you can really avoid many detours in your life.

Song Xuan was busy practicing, and Song Qian was not idle either. She had a lot of fun in the imperial capital these days.

As the little bully of the imperial capital, Sister Qian returned and led a group of younger brothers to eat, drink and have fun. During this time, she also beat up a few sons of nobles who were short-sighted and coveted her beauty. She was really impressive.

In the end, Song Yuanshan couldn't stand this unambitious girl anymore, so he personally grabbed her neck and threw her back home like a kitten.

"Go into seclusion for half a year. If you dare to run around again, I'll break your legs!"

As he said that, he casually threw a secret book in through the window.

"The Xuanbing Jin you practiced before was just the basics. This is the fundamental technique of our Song family. You must practice it well!"

Song Qian pouted and picked up the secret book on the ground, wiped off the dust on it, and three big words caught her eyes - Sacred Heart Sutra!

Chapter 187 Enter Qingzhou and start killing!

"Sacred Heart Technique?"

Victoria Song flipped it open casually and said, "That name doesn't sound that impressive."

But as she continued to read, the casual look on her face gradually disappeared, and was replaced by shock and disbelief!

"My grass!"

She rubbed her eyes in disbelief. She simply couldn't believe that the Song family actually had such an amazing martial art.

In terms of cultivation, she was a street urchin who worked for three days and rested for two days, but her martial arts aptitude and vision were absolutely impeccable. After reading it from beginning to end, she basically had a rough estimate of the level of this martial art.

According to what my brother once said unintentionally, the foundation of the world is gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and the five elements law constructs the entire world.

As for ice, thunder, wind and the like, they are all extensions based on the five elements.

This is definitely a top-level technique that, if practiced to perfection, can help one comprehend the laws of ice between heaven and earth, and then break through to the realm of Grandmaster!

A top-level martial art that can be directly cultivated to the Grandmaster level was thrown into her hands so easily by her own father. Song Qian almost doubted her eyes.

"Is our Song family really that awesome?"

Victoria Song opened the door and shouted to the yard: "Dad~~"

"Don't ask!" Song Yuanshan said impatiently: "This is the supreme martial arts technique passed down by our Song family's ancestor. It was bestowed upon us by our great ancestor himself. There are not many martial arts techniques of this level in the entire world.

You should practice in seclusion now, and I will provide you with plenty of elixirs and other medicines. I want to see the results in half a year!"

"Half a year is too long..."

Song Qian wanted to bargain, but after seeing the seven wolves in her father's hand, she subconsciously shrank back, "Um, Dad, such a powerful technique, why don't you let my brother practice it?"

"He's not suitable!" Song Yuanshan's face darkened, and he said unhappily, "Just practice what you're given. Why are you asking so many questions?"

"But my brother will be able to condense the Qi Flower and go to Qingzhou in two or three months at most. You asked me to retreat for half a year, so how can I go with him?"

Song Yuanshan glared, "Who told you to go together? This time, your brother is going alone!"

"What?" Victoria Song was immediately unhappy. "I'm worried about my brother being alone. Dad, you don't know, people outside have bad intentions..."

Song Yuanshan interrupted, "This time, it's your brother's chance, he can only go alone, you can't follow!"

"Why?"

"No reason!" Song Yuanshan looked up at the sky and said calmly, "If you go, it won't be his chance anymore!"

"What a weird thing!" Song Qian looked unhappy.

Song Yuanshan continued to sit on the recliner and said lazily: "Anyway, if you want to do this for your brother's sake, don't go!"

Song Qian's brows were furrowed like twisted knots, and she looked unhappy.

But after hesitating for a moment, she nodded helplessly, "I know, now that you've said that, I can't really cheat you, right?"

Song Yuanshan twitched the corner of his mouth.

You can't bear to betray your brother, but you are willing to betray your father, right?

This black-hearted little girl!

.....

At the beginning of February, Song Xuan came out of seclusion.

Victoria Song said goodbye to him tearfully through the door and the iron bars.

In that scene, Song Xuan almost sang "Tears Behind Bars" for her.

He first rode a horse to the dock, and then did not let anyone follow him. He directly took the ship arranged by the Xuanyiwei and headed towards Qingzhou.

Qingzhou is too large, and no matter how many Qing soldiers there are, it is impossible to deploy defenses along all the coastlines. Song Xuan found an area full of reefs to get off the boat, walked on the sea, and entered the territory of Qingzhou.

The outline of Qingzhou is basically the same as that of Mingzhou. Even the names of the twelve prefectures of Qingzhou are roughly similar to those of Mingzhou.

Song Xuan is now in the territory of Qingzhou and Guangdong Prefecture. After walking more than ten miles inland along the coast, a city came into his sight.

There were not many people outside the city, and the air was even filled with the smell of blood. Dozens of corpses were scattered along the way, and it seemed that a massacre had just taken place here not long ago.

At the city gate, some people were queuing up to enter the city. The biggest difference between the people here and those in Mingzhou was that the men here all had their heads shaved!

It's not just a simple shaved bald head, but a small pigtail-like braid is left at the back of the head, a rat-tail braid with the strong characteristics of the Qing Dynasty!

In one word - ugly!

No matter how this hairstyle was beautified in movies and TV shows before the time travel, in Song Xuan's eyes, ugly is ugly. Even after a thousand years, this braid will still be ugly in his eyes!

Song Xuan was wearing a black robe and his long hair was blowing in the wind, which made him look out of place with everything around him.

Seeing him walking towards them in a swagger, several Qing soldiers at the city gate were stunned at first, and then someone laughed grimly.

"The people in Guangdong and Guangxi are really bloodthirsty. More than half of them have been killed, and there are still some who don't know how to live or die!"

As he spoke, the sounds of long swords being unsheathed were heard one after another, and five or six Qing soldiers walked towards Song Xuan slowly with long swords in their hands.

"Another traitor, brothers, take his head and claim the reward!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several Qing soldiers rushed forward, slashing at him with their sharp swords, ready to hack to death the rebel who refused to shave his head.

Song Xuan's expression was calm. He didn't even look at the people who were attacking him from the surroundings. He continued to walk forward slowly.

The onlookers were filled with fear and a bit of pity. What a good young man, it was such a pity that he died at the hands of the Tartars.

But the next moment, the fear and pity on their faces turned into astonishment. They saw Song Xuan stepping out of the crowd, and behind him, the Qing soldiers were holding long swords, still chopping in motion, standing still.

After he walked away and entered the city gate, these people fell to the ground like pieces of tofu, with pieces of flesh and blood on their bodies, as if they had been tortured by hundreds of cuts in an instant.

The people watching outside the city looked at each other in confusion. They felt cold all over in broad daylight. Could it be that they saw a ghost?

After entering the city, there were not many pedestrians on the streets, but when everyone saw Song Xuan's flowing long hair, they all hid to the sides in fear.

Since the founding of the Qing Dynasty the previous year, Huang Taiji issued an order to shave the hair.

Either keep your head or lose your hair, or keep your hair and lose your head!

Those who dared to resist and disobey orders were basically killed under the iron hoof of the Qing army. Most of the people who survived now have accepted their fate.

In broad daylight, everyone was stunned to see a young man without a shaved head.

Of course, they were more afraid that this man would attract the Qing soldiers and bring trouble to them.

Song Xuan knew what they were thinking, so he ignored them and just stood on the street, waiting quietly.

He is waiting!

The news that the Qing soldiers had just been killed would probably reach the Qing generals soon.

He was a lazy man. Instead of looking for the Qing army here himself, he would rather wait for them to come to him and kill them directly.

It's just killing people, so just do it however is convenient!

Chapter 188 Yihua Palace, Yaoyue

Yihua Palace is one of the holy places in the martial arts world. People in the world only know that it is a mysterious forbidden place with flowers in full bloom and a fairy-like atmosphere.

At this moment, in this mysterious forbidden area, Yao Yue, the young master of Yihua Palace, was fishing in front of a lake.