I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Song Qingshu observed for a moment, and after making sure that no one was following him, he jumped down from the roof silently, as light as a ball of cotton.

"Let's first subdue him and see if there is someone behind this."

The few people who ran towards the house were all thinking about the treasure left by the Guan family as rumored, and were afraid that they would be half a step slower than others and return empty-handed.

Therefore, most of the attention was focused on what was in front of them, and with Song Qingshu's ghostly movements, no one knew that this was a situation where the mantis stalks the cicada, while the oriole is behind.

When they got closer, one of them made a hand signal and the others immediately divided into four directions to surround the house. After secretly investigating, they found nothing unusual and prepared to take action.

"Catch the thief first and capture the king first."

Song Qingshu's figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye he was behind the leader. He pressed his right palm on his shoulder. The man in black who wanted to jump into the yard felt like a mountain pressing down on his head and could not move at all.

The next step was to follow the usual routine. Song Qingshu arrived later but was the first to arrive. He stopped four people along the outer wall of the courtyard. Surprisingly, there was still no sound coming from the courtyard.

"Which expert is here? Please show yourself!"

A moment later, lights and torches suddenly lit up in the courtyard, followed by a shout from someone. The voice was not very loud, but it was still clear through the courtyard wall. It was obvious that the person who spoke was quite accomplished in internal energy.

Seeing that the descendants of the Guan family were already prepared, Song Qingshu felt a little more relaxed. He did not choose to enter from outside the wall, but turned back to the courtyard gate and walked in openly.

There were three people standing in front of him in the courtyard. The leader was a middle-aged man with a beard. Beside him were a man and a woman, who were much younger than him, but had straight postures and were full of youthful vigor.

The middle-aged man was a little surprised to see Song Qingshu actually entering through the main gate. Although he helped to deal with the opponents outside, it was hard to say whether he was an enemy or a friend at the moment.

"May I ask your name, young man?"

At this time, the three men in black who entered the yard had their acupoints pressed. They turned around in fear, unable to figure out where the news had been leaked.

"I am Song Qingshu, a third-generation disciple of the Wudang Sect."

Song Qingshu did not think about hiding his identity. After all, the Wudang Sect was different from the Quanzhen Sect. With Zhang Sanfeng in charge of Wudang Mountain, other sects had only been coveting it secretly for decades.

And he was going to ask some questions, so he just gave his name.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he immediately looked at him more carefully, then bowed and thanked him, "It turns out that you are the young master Song of the Wudang Sect, the Jade-faced Mengchang. I am so sorry for the rudeness!"

"Thank you, Young Master Song, for your help. However, I still have things to deal with. Please repay your help in the future."

Song Qingshu heard that his words were polite, but it was obvious that he wanted to see him off. After looking at him calmly, his gaze fell on a quiet room in the courtyard with a little light, and he thought that the descendants of the Guan family should be here.

"His last name is Xu, maybe."

"Mr. Xu, I would like to ask you a question. Was your ancestor the eighth disciple of Zhao Zhijing at the Zuowang Temple on the Jade Maiden Peak of Mount Hua a hundred years ago?"

Song Qingshu wanted to get closer to avoid fighting, but the middle-aged man immediately pulled out a pair of long and short knives from behind and said hostilely, "It's hard for you thieves to find out Xu's background just for something that didn't happen!"

"Zhang Zhenren of Wudang Sect is a great master, and the seven Wudang heroes under him are all respected heroes in the martial arts world. Who are you and how dare you pretend to be a disciple of Wudang Sect?"

Song Qingshu looked at the long and short knives in his hands and became more certain that he was the descendant of Xu Qinghao. Then he saw that the young man and girl were approaching him from both sides. The three of them formed an encirclement and they would definitely go to war if they disagreed.

"Even if I said I was the reincarnation of Zhao Zhijing, who would believe me?"

Although Song Qingshu didn't want to do anything, once he left, the three people in front of him would definitely take the descendants of the Guan family to live in seclusion somewhere else, and it would be troublesome to find them at that time. "Mr. Xu, I am Song Qingshu, no doubt about it. I came here today just to meet the descendants of the Guan family, and I have no ill intentions."

"Stop talking nonsense and show your weapons!"

Song Qingshu sighed softly. It seemed that there was no better way than to force his way in.

At this moment, someone suddenly spoke from the brightly lit quiet room: "Young Master Song, please come in. The ancestor invites you."

The middle-aged man surnamed Xu turned his head and wanted to say something but ultimately did not open his mouth. After slowly making way, he remained on high alert, closely watching Song Qingshu's every move.

"offend."

Song Qingshu knew that it was useless to say more and that business was more important, so he quickly walked to the door of the quiet room. Just as he was about to speak, the door was gently opened.

"Master, are you back?"

Song Qingshu was shocked when he heard this. He saw an old man sitting with his back to him in the quiet room. His voice was old and slow, without any emotion, but Song Qingshu could feel the inextricable joy and relaxation in it.

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Two lines of tears unconsciously slid down his face, but Song Qingshu seemed not to feel anything at all. He came closer with some trepidation and nervousness, and slowly sat down.

"Master, you're back."

Guan Man'er's hair and eyebrows were all gray, his face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and only the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a hint of a smile.

"Man'er, the master is back."

As Song Qingshu spoke, he suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, held Guan Man'er's hand, and wanted to transfer some internal energy to him.

However, after careful exploration with his internal strength, he discovered that Guan Man'er's meridians throughout his body could no longer withstand any fluctuations. It was not because of injury or something went wrong in his training, but because his human body had reached its limit.

"Man'er, it's Master's fault. Master came too late."

Song Qingshu tried his best to appear calm so as not to disturb Guan Maner, who was in her twilight years.

The person who opened the door of the quiet room just now, and the three people in the yard, were all filled with disbelief when they heard that the Guan family's ancestor actually called this young man "Master".

But after the initial surprise, the four of them knelt in a row outside the meditation room in silence.

"It's not too late, Master. It's not too late."

Guan Man'er spoke very slowly, as if he had to think carefully before saying each word. "Man'er knows that if Master says he will come back, he will definitely come back."

Not only were Song Qingshu and Zhao Zhijing more than ten years apart in age, but their appearances and figures were also completely different. However, Guan Man'er knew that it was her master who had returned without even looking at him.

Just like the day when Zhao Zhijing turned into a rainbow and ascended to heaven at the top of Jade Maiden Peak on Mount Huashan, Guan Man'er didn't know why, but she just knew that her master was leaving.

As for Song Qingshu, he could never have imagined that Guan Man'er, in order to see him again, would still be waiting at the place where the master and disciple first met after a hundred years.

"Master, look, the brothers have been waiting for you." (End of this chapter)