Chapter 2: Song Qing Shu

  Darkness! Endless darkness!

  Song Qing wanted to open his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried for half a day, he couldn't succeed. His mind was in a daze, as if someone kept talking to him nonstop.

  "In the Northern Darkness there is a fish, its name is Kun."

  "When the ruler values worthiness, the people will not contend; when he does not prize rare goods, the people will not steal; when he does not display desirable things, the people's minds will not be disordered. Therefore, in the governance of the sage, he empties their minds and fills their bellies, weakens their ambitions and strengthens their bones. He always keeps the people without knowledge or desires. This makes it so that even the wise do not dare to act. By doing nothing, everything is governed."

  "He is strong because he is strong, I am clear and carefree on the high ridge."

  "The people's nature is such that when hungry they seek food, when tired they seek rest, when suffering they seek pleasure, when humiliated they seek honor, in life they plan for gain, and in death they worry about their reputation."

  "The dragon says: The heavens move in a strong and self-renewing way, and the gentleman should also strive to improve himself constantly. When the dragon is hidden and not used, it is because the yang energy is still below. When the dragon appears again in the fields, virtue is being widely applied. When the day is dry and withered, it means that one's actions are going against the natural order. Or when the dragon leaps into the deep pool, it means that progress will be made without blame. When the flying dragon is in the heavens, it means that great men are creating something new. But when the proud dragon has regrets, it means that fullness and excess have led to misfortune."

  "It cannot last long. Using nine, heavenly virtue cannot be put first."

  "The Great Above says: Calamity and fortune have no gate, but are summoned by man himself. The retribution of good and evil is like a shadow following the form. Therefore, heaven and earth have gods who oversee transgressions, according to the severity of the offense, they deduct from one's allotted lifespan. When the lifespan is reduced, one becomes poor and exhausted, often encountering worries and troubles, everyone hates him, punishment and calamity follow him, good fortune and celebration avoid him, evil stars bring disaster upon him, when the lifespan is exhausted, then he dies."

  Various aphorisms of Taoist classics flooded into his mind like a flood, making him headache and finally he seemed to break through the sky and earth, and recovered clarity.

  Opening her heavy eyelids, the first thing that came into view was a dimness, as if it had turned dark. Song Qing Shu only remembered driving out to eat and being hit by a car, then flying up, how did she end up here? What was under her body, was it a bed?

  Is this a hospital? Who brought me back, is there really a Lei Feng in this society? A bitter smile involuntarily hung on Song Qing's face, but soon he couldn't laugh anymore. After his eyes adapted to the dimness, he suddenly saw clearly the things around him, all wooden furniture, what kind of bed is this?

  Song Qing Shu only remembered seeing this kind of bed in ancient costume TV dramas, it looked like a small house, with curtains falling down to form a fully enclosed structure, but how did she end up in this place?

  With a mind full of doubts, Song Qingchu struggled to sit up, and then was shocked again. The clothes on her body had all changed, seemingly into Tang-style attire, but not quite the same, not like those funeral clothes either. Song Qingchu knew about Tang-style clothing because after becoming infatuated with Detective Di Renjie, she specifically went to research Tang Dynasty costumes.

  A traditional Chinese robe with a wide lapel, right fastening, and a round collar, which should have been in a museum long ago, is now being worn on my own body.

  Song Qing felt his head ache even more, and he got up dizzily. Barefoot, he walked to a dresser in front of him, on which was placed a copper mirror. Unlike the rusty copper mirrors seen in antique markets, this one looked brand new. He reached out to touch it, feeling cool to the touch, and couldn't help but shiver.

  Under the moonlight, Song Qingchu looked into the copper mirror and saw a person through it. It was an extremely unfamiliar face, a face that looked like a teenager of only ten or so years old. What made Song Qingchu's heart even more terrified was that this young boy actually had a bun on his head.

  "Ah~~~~~~~~~~"

  Song Qing shouted loudly, pushing the copper mirror to one side, turned around and saw that there was no one behind her, her hands trembling, her face full of incredulity as she picked up the copper mirror again.

  Song Qingchu grew up with a big mouth, and the young man in the copper mirror also grew up with a big mouth. Song Qingchu shook his head, and the young man in the copper mirror also shook his head.

  Really??????

  A ridiculous idea suddenly flashed through Song Qing's mind - could this be time travel?

  Like many young people who always live in a dream, Song Qing had once been infatuated with the internet and naturally looked forward to 'crossing over year after year, arriving at my home tomorrow'. He hoped that one day he could be like those protagonists on the internet, crossing over into the past, relying on his own knowledge to conquer all sides, achieve great things.

  He just thought about it, but Song Qing had never thought that he would really leave the world where he lived and go to a strange environment. At this moment, his heart was filled with great panic, what should he do? What to do?

  Song Qing's eyes widened as he stood up dazedly, his head suddenly throbbing with pain. The room began to spin and he fell backwards onto the ground, losing consciousness once again.

  Darkness! Still darkness!

  When Song Qingchu woke up again, the sky was already gray and dawn was breaking.

  "Song Qing Shu? Haha, it really became Song Qing Shu this tragedy." Song Qing Shu sat on the bed muttering to herself.

  Song Qing didn't think that after a good night's sleep, he would really become Song Qing, none other than the brilliant but tragic first disciple of Wudang's third generation in Jin Yong's "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber".

  "It's really a case of cause and effect, I didn't expect that the name my father gave me, Song Qing Shu, would become a reality today. If it were Song Jiang, wouldn't I have become the leader of the rebels?"

  With an attitude of "since you're here, then make yourself at home", Song Qing thought optimistically.

  "Song Qing is indeed a tragic figure with no redeeming qualities."

  Song Qing Shu couldn't help but sigh and say, "Why did you come?" Hehe, the reason why Song Qing Shu possessed Song Qing's body is actually because of a reason.

  This starts from Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu bringing back Zhang Wuji to Wudang Mountain. Originally, Song Qingchu as the son of Song Yuanqiao, the third generation disciple of Wudang Sect and the eldest brother, had been pampered since childhood. However, after Zhang Wuji arrived, things changed.

  It's not just that the various masters are no longer concerned about themselves, but even his father, Song Yuanqiao, is rarely seen. Everyone is surrounding Zhang Wuji. In fact, this can't be blamed on others, after all, Zhang Cuishan has been away for ten years, and as soon as he returns, people naturally want to chat with him more, and Zhang Wuji is a lovely little boy, so under the circumstances, it's inevitable that some people will neglect Song Qingxue.

  This has marginalized Song Qingchu, who was originally in a central position. How can a child of ten or so accept this?

  The day before yesterday, Song Qingchu accidentally caught a cold and had a high fever. However, except for the person who delivered food, almost no one in Wudang paid attention to him, not even Song Yuqiao, who just came to take a look and then left immediately.

  It's easy from now on, Song Qingchu, who couldn't bear it, was ready to work hard and make progress. Unfortunately, things didn't go as he wished, especially when practicing martial arts, one can't be impatient for quick success and instant benefits. Haven't you seen many heroes in the Jianghu world, talented predecessors all fell because of this? So Song Qingchu gloriously followed the path of his predecessors and practiced until he went crazy, losing his life, which was a blessing in disguise for Song Qingchu.