Master Miejie and nine of his disciples arrived in front of the Sword-Unlocking Stone at the mountain gate. The unlucky Chunyang disciple had just been beaten by Song Qingshu, and he was filled with anger.

He didn't recognize this group of people, so he scolded Miejie and the others angrily, scolding them to take off their weapons.

Master Miejie and others were stunned. Even though the doorman in Wudang did not know their identities, he was only one of them. There were ten of them with swords. He actually had the courage to ask them to remove their swords?

With a frosty expression on her face, Ding Minjun had already drawn her sword and struck. She was a second-rate master, and she subdued this Chunyang disciple in just a few moves.

"Wu Dang is really a good disciple, and even a little doorman dares to talk nonsense in front of me." Master Miejie said coldly.

The Chunyang disciple was about to threaten again, only to hear a familiar voice coming from the distance.

"It turns out that Emei's Grand Master is here. I'm sorry for the delay in greeting you." Mo Shenggu said, making a gesture of invitation.

Master Miejie nodded, and the group followed Mo Shenggu up the mountain.

When they arrived at the Zixiao Palace, Master Miejie, Song Yuanqiao, and other knights on the mountain gathered in the living room, drinking tea and talking.

"Song leader, I think you all have heard of what I am doing here. Then I will say bluntly that the demon sect is becoming more and more popular, and if it is not eliminated now, it will definitely become a big problem."

Song Yuanqiao took a sip of tea and sighed, "Having said that, my master is not on the mountain. This matter is very serious. I dare not agree rashly on behalf of everyone in Wudang."

Wudang has always taken a neutral stance on the general trend. They are neither willing to oppose the Yuan nor to join the Yuan. However, in today's troubled times, how can there be peace?

Master Jiejie said, "Now the battlefield is all in our Central Plains, but the poor nun wants to set a fire on the top of the bright sky. The six major sects, except you Wudang, have all promised to me. As long as you Wudang nods, our six major sects will

The sect immediately sets off for the Kunlun Mountains in the Western Region."

Song Yuanqiao nodded. The entangled interests and their senior brothers had already discussed it. But Zhang Sanfeng was not here, so they still dared not make a decision easily on such a major matter that could lead to overthrow.

"This matter is very important, and we still need to discuss it with our brothers before we can make a decision." Song Yuanqiao said cautiously.

He used these words to fend off Jingxuan and his group last time. How could Master Jue be dismissed so easily? She snorted and said, "Okay, Master Song, our group will wait here."

Your answer: When will Wudang have discussed it and when will we go down the mountain?"

Song Yuanqiao's lips twitched, this Master Miejie was relying on her old age to act like one. Although she was not much older than him, she was a generation higher.

In the inner hall, Mo Shenggu said, "Brother, I think Master Jue has come in person and won't give up until he gets a satisfactory answer."

"The martial arts of extinction have advanced to the level of a master. No wonder I can order Huashan, Kongtong, Kunlun and other sects to form alliances with them." Zhang Songxi said. Among the brothers, only Yu Lianzhou, who came down from the mountain, became a master, and they were still barely interested.

All the brothers expressed their opinions, but Yin Liting remained silent.

Song Yuanqiao saw it in his eyes, but he knew it in his heart. Yin Liting hated the Ming Cult deeply because of Ji Xiaofu's death. He wished he could go directly to the top of the Light to fight Yang Xiao for life and death. Over the years, he has been practicing in seclusion and practicing hard.

Practicing special skills. Since Yang Xiao was so powerful in martial arts, he was probably no match for him, so he practiced a sword move that would kill both of them.

Because of Ji Xiaofu's death, this junior fellow student who was originally lively and free-spirited seemed to have changed. He was depressed and silent all day long.

"Dad, uncles, listen to me." Song Qingshu suddenly intervened. Except for Yu Lianzhou, who was not on the mountain, he had already paid homage to all these uncles.

The Wudang disciples are also aware of Song Qingshu's growth, but most of their attention is on the changes in Song Qingshu's appearance, and they have never thought about whether Song Qingshu's strength has improved.

But he is quick in thinking and quite scheming, so he will not speak blindly.

"I think Wudang cannot be absent from this siege of Guangmingding." Song Qingshu said firmly.

From the general trend of the world, the siege of Guangmingding by the six sects was actually a political carve-up of the anti-Yuan forces. Song Qingshu traveled to the north of Heshuo River and saw many rebel forces. Behind them were many Jianghu sects and gangs.

Although the rebels across the country are now in a stalemate, Song Qingshu knows that a turn of events will happen soon, and this is the best time to place a bet.

The six major sects except Wudang all participated in this competition. As the leader of Jiangnan martial arts, how could the Wudang sect stay out of the matter?

"Yu Gong, if Shaolin is involved, I, Wudang, cannot be absent."

After listening to Song Qingshu's words, everyone nodded. Wudang and Shaolin have been competing for who is the best in the world. If Wudang is absent from this Guangmingding Conference, he will definitely lose his qualifications.

"Privately, whether it's the matter of me being framed by the Mingjiao, or the grudge between my sixth uncle and the Mingjiao Yang Xiao, we can't just stand by and watch. Moreover, this time the six sects and the Central Plains martial arts forces came to the Mingjiao General Forum, and I, Wudang, don't have to fight.

In vain, kill the first one. We only need to select some elite disciples to deal with the real Mingjiao disciples on Guangmingding. If the rebels in various places do not have the support of the Mingjiao, it is not a bad idea to turn enemies into friends."

After hearing Song Qingshu's words, Song Yuanqiao and others were shocked. The meaning revealed by Song Qingshu's words was that he actually had the idea of ​​competing for supremacy.

Yin Liting looked at Song Qingshu with gratitude. He had no intention of entertaining Song Qingshu when he came back that day. Now that Song Qingshu was thinking about him, how could he not be grateful.

Song Yuanqiao let out a long sigh. The child thought more carefully than he did. More importantly, Song Qingshu's courage and determination were far stronger than his own.

"Qingshu, your hard work at the foot of the mountain these years has not been in vain." Song Yuanqiao patted Song Qingshu on the shoulder and said.

Several Wudang heroes also expressed their opinions. In fact, most of them followed Song Yuanqiao's lead and often kept their own opinions in their hearts.

After receiving Song Yuanqiao's affirmative reply, Master Miejie finally smiled.

"The head of the Song Dynasty really understands the great righteousness. I would like to express my gratitude to Wudang on behalf of all the people in the world." Master Miejie said this as if she was really trying to get rid of demons and protect the Tao.

Song Qingshu followed Song Yuanqiao and looked at the legendary extinct old nun. Her face was as cold as frost, which reminded him of the extremely fierce housekeeper in his previous life.

"I wonder how many people Wudang plans to send to support the great cause of eliminating demons..." Master Miejie thought to himself. The number of Wudang disciples is comparable to that of Shaolin. If some disciples can be sent to support, Emei's pressure in all parts of the country will be much less.

"There are not many soldiers but good ones. I, the Wudang Society, will select a group of people and go directly to the Great Bright Summit to join the larger army and attack the mountain together." Song Yuanqiao smiled and introduced the young men behind him to Master Miejie. "

This is Quanzi Qingshu, and my Wudang disciples will be led by Qingshu."

"Ah?" Song Qingshu was surprised. He didn't expect Song Yuanqiao to show up like this. He naturally had his own plans for supporting the siege of Guangmingding, but he didn't expect Song Yuanqiao to let him lead the team.

But this has another meaning in the eyes of Master Miejie and a group of Emei disciples. Song Yuanqiao publicly selected Song Qingshu to lead the team, which hinted at his status in Wudang. I am afraid that the only son of the head of Song is Wudang.

The best among the third generation disciples, the most promising candidate to take over!

The eyes of all the women fell on Song Qingshu, who was also a little embarrassed.

"It's him..." Ding Minjun couldn't help himself and blurted out. Although the words were spoken like a mosquito, Mie Mie still heard them.

"Minjun, do you know him?"

Ding Minjun blushed and said hurriedly, "No, Master, I don't know Mr. Song."

Miejie glanced at her thoughtfully and didn't ask any more questions.

The woman in pink clothes on the other side stared at Song Qingshu with burning eyes, thinking in her heart that this young man looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

"But he is the son of the head of Song Dynasty, and his surname is Song. Maybe he is related to Uncle Song."

"Song Shaoxia, this is my eldest disciple Ding Minjun." Master Miejie introduced to Song Qingshu out of unknown motives.

Ding Minjun was still in a daze, and he woke up after being hit by the junior sister next to him, "Ah, Master...Senior Brother Song, hello..."

When the voice reached the back, it was as loud as a mosquito, and his face was unusually rosy.

Song Qingshu saw everything about her situation, thinking that although she recognized him, she would never dare to tell what happened that day.

"I'm younger than you, so I should call you Senior Sister Ding."

"Yes, yes..." Ding Minjun looked a little panicked.

Miejie shook his head, wondering what happened to Ding Minjun today. Did he lose his sense of measure when he saw how handsome Song Qingshu was? How could he be worthy of such a big job? Master Miejie then turned to introduce the girl in pink clothes next to him.

"This is my closed disciple, Zhou Zhiruo."

Zhou Zhiruo responded, staring at Song Qingshu with a pair of sharp eyes, showing no sign of timidity, "Zhiruo has met Senior Brother Song!"

Phew, little Zhiruo has grown so big! Song Qingshu sighed inwardly, but he hadn't seen her for two years, and the little girl that day had actually grown up. Compared to when she was young, Zhou Zhiruo was now a complete beauty.

She has a graceful figure, a beautiful appearance, and a gentle voice. She is as beautiful as a orchid and as beautiful as a flower.

"Zhiruo...Junior sister, you're polite!" Song Qingshu got used to Zhiruo's words, so he stopped talking in time.

Zhou Zhiruo heard him call her "Zhiruo", and she thought the person in front of her was Uncle Song. But looking closer, how could Uncle Song be so young and handsome. Although Song Qingshu was handsome, she still couldn't forget that he had cost her life.

That uncle.

Ding Minjun was a little annoyed to hear that Song Qingshu called her Zhiruo but called himself Senior Sister Ding. Her red lips couldn't help but pout, and she muttered something.

The performance of their children and Song Qingshu's reaction were all seen by Master Miejie and Song Yuanqiao. Song Yuanqiao also understood what Master Miejie was thinking. If Song Qingshu could really take over the great responsibility, Master Miejie would not be willing to transfer an important disciple to him.

Marry into Wudang.

This was the case with the marriage between Yin Liting and Ji Xiaofu back then. However, after the marriage fell through, Master Miejie rarely contacted Wudang. Now, they have started a "beauty trap" again, and they probably want to win over each other through marriage.

The recent relationship between the two factions.

"Okay, now that the big thing has been decided, the poor nun won't bother you anymore." Miejie turned around and was about to leave. Suddenly he remembered something and said to Song Yuanqiao, "By the way, Master Song. The poor nun met a man when he went up the mountain.

An old friend, I had a fight with him. I heard that in Junzhou City at the foot of Wudang Mountain, there is actually a group of Mingjiao people gathering to disturb the people. It is really unbelievable."

Song Yuanqiao looked troubled, but he didn't know the true identity of He Yeyun. After all, he rarely went down the mountain, and he had never been to the Western Regions, so naturally he didn't know what happened in Kunlun.

What Mie Mie said was to ask Wudang to submit a petition. Since he wanted to break with the Mingjiao, he had to clear the door first. A bunch of Mingjiao bandits in Baima Village, Junzhou City, occupied the city under Wudang's nose and called themselves rebels.

, isn’t it a huge irony?

Song Yuanqiao decided to deal with the Ming Cult, but he did not want to get involved in these mundane matters, and not all the rebels were people from the Jianghu. He was about to politely refuse, but he heard Song Qingshu say, "Dad, leave it to me now.

It must be disposed of properly.”
Chapter completed!