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

The Wudang Sect's people traveled from Bashu to the Western Regions. As Zhang Songxi had guessed, although Bashu was the base of the Emei Sect's influence, no Emei Sect disciples were seen along the way.

Firstly, the Emei sect has very strict rules and rarely allows female disciples to move around in the martial arts world. Secondly, it is believed that all the best fighters in the sect have followed Master Miejue to Guangmingding.

At noon that day, groups of people suddenly appeared on the road. Each of them looked miserable and were being driven forward by dozens of Yuan soldiers.

"spread!"

The Wudang Sect's group of thirty-two people were divided into four groups: front, back, left, and right, and advanced in sequence. This way, they could strengthen their vigilance while hiding their whereabouts as much as possible.

Seeing the Yuan army, Zhang Songxi, who was in the lead, made a gesture, and the three teams behind him immediately stopped and waited for the leader Song Yuanqiao to give orders.

Zhang Sanfeng, the head of the Wudang sect, once said on the banks of the Han River, "My life as a Taoist priest has been devoted to killing Tartars." Naturally, his disciples took it as their responsibility to drive out the barbarians.

Seeing these Yuan soldiers shouting and cursing like they were driving livestock, it seemed that they were going to harm the Han people again. Song Yuanqiao gave a light rebuke, and the Wudang disciples immediately dispersed in four directions and surrounded the Yuan soldiers.

When we start taking action later, we must not let anyone escape.

"You thief barbarian, what's your last name!"

These Mongolian soldiers, each holding a big knife, drove the people from several directions to one place. They saw a Mongolian military officer riding a tall horse in the middle of the road, looking down at everyone.

The people were forced to come forward one by one, and a Han Chinese interpreter under the Mongolian military officer asked their names one by one. Anyone with the surname Zhao, Wang, Liu, Li, Zhang, or who carried any iron tools with them would be arrested and taken together.

"Brother, it's the Kill Five Order!"

Due to the tyranny of the Yuan Dynasty, the Han people have never stopped rising up since they unified the country. So a minister named Bayan planned to issue a "Kill Five Order" to kill all the five most common surnames among the Han people in order to consolidate the court's rule.

Song Yuanqiao saw that more and more people were gathering, and soon more than 20 people were captured. The Mongolian military officers had already drawn their swords and might give orders to kill at any time. He thought that he could not wait any longer.

"Do it!"

"kill!"

Two loud shouts rang out at the same time. In addition to the Wudang disciples who surrounded them from all sides, shouts of killing suddenly came from the Han people who had gathered together.
Both sides launched attacks at the same time without any prior agreement. There was no time to think carefully amid the flash of swords and sabers. They only knew that their targets were all the Mongolian Tartars, so they tacitly agreed to solve the external threat first.

Although the Mongolian cavalry roamed the world, they were far inferior to the martial artists in such a small-scale fight, let alone masters like the Five Heroes of Wudang. Therefore, within a cup of tea, the ground was covered with the corpses of Mongolian soldiers.

"Traitor! I will skin you alive today!"

Song Qingshu gently shook off the blood on his sword and walked towards the center. He saw that among the several people who had rushed out from the civilians, there was one with a frown on his face, holding a rusty hatchet, and rushed to the Han interpreter.

"Wait a minute, brave man!"

The Wudang disciples, led by the Five Heroes, surrounded them from all sides, and immediately struck the Tartar with a sword when they saw that he was not dead yet. Song Yuanqiao did not know the background of this group of people, so he spoke up to stop them.

The man was stopped by his companions, but he was still cursing with red eyes. The Han interpreter was so frightened when he saw that he was the only one left among the arrogant Mongolian soldiers in the blink of an eye that he collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

"But is Wudang Sect's Master Song here in person?"

Seeing that his identity was exposed, Song Yuanqiao knew that the other party must be a figure in the martial arts world, so he bowed and said, "I dare not ask your name, sir?" "Hey, we are all unknown people. I am afraid that telling you our names will pollute the ears of Mr. Song. But there is one thing I need to tell you, Mr. Song, we are all disciples of the Ming Cult!"

"Mingjiao!"

When the word "Ming Cult" was heard, the atmosphere which had been relaxed suddenly became tense again. The Wudang Sect came here to deal with the Ming Cult, but they didn't expect to run into it here.

What is even more strange is that since the other party recognized Song Yuanqiao's identity, why did they reveal their identity? Did they have the confidence to defeat the larger force with a smaller one and did not take the Wudang Sect seriously?
"Master Song, and all the heroes of Wudang Sect, don't worry too much. We joined the Ming Cult just to kill more Tartars!"

The leader pointed his knife at the Han interpreter who was slumped on the ground, and said with gritted teeth: "In order to kill this traitor, we mixed in with the people, but we also know that with only our limited skills, we are doomed to die."

"I didn't expect that the Wudang Sect would come to our rescue. Saving our lives is not important, the main thing is that we can finally kill this bastard who sold out his friends for fame and took the enemy as his father!"

"Therefore, I don't want to deceive you heroes. As long as we can kill this thief first, we are willing to die without any complaints!"

When fighting with the Mongolian soldiers just now, Song Yuanqiao discovered that these people had mediocre martial arts skills and relied entirely on their ruthlessness to fight to the death. If it weren't for their help, they would have had no chance of survival.

I didn't expect that even though they knew that the Wudang Sect was coming to wipe out the Ming Cult, they still revealed their identities in order to repay their gratitude. Such magnanimity is truly admirable.

"As a Han Chinese, you serve as a dog for the Mongols and harm your compatriots. You deserve to be killed!"

Mo Shenggu couldn't tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes, but with his senior brother present, it was inconvenient for him to make the decision, so he just expressed his attitude.

Zhang Songxi also said: "Looking at the martial arts of these people, it is obvious that they are not the leaders of the Ming Cult. Although good and evil cannot coexist, in the face of justice, we can put them aside temporarily."

Song Yuanqiao knew very well what his fellow apprentices were thinking, and even he himself felt that he would not be able to have a clear conscience if he killed them.

"That's it!"

Song Yuanqiao sheathed his sword and said loudly, "Today we are joining forces to kill the enemy for the sake of our country. The Wudang Sect does not dare to claim to be chivalrous, but it will never take advantage of others' misfortune."

"But good and evil cannot coexist. When we meet again someday, neither you nor I will have to show mercy!"

After Song Yuanqiao finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to the other people. With a wave of greeting, everyone from the Wudang Sect left.

"Thank you, Mr. Song. If we don't drive the Tartars back to Mobei in this lifetime, we will not be human beings!"

Listening to the shouts coming from behind, Song Yuanqiao shook his head slightly. After walking a distance, he spoke: "Today's incident is just a special case. Although the Ming Cult has always been against the Mongolian court, it is also true that they do evil and kill innocent people in the martial arts world. You must remember the teachings of the Grand Master and never make friends with the people of the Demon Cult."

The three generations of disciples responded in unison. Song Qingshu looked at the road ahead and thought to himself that Zhu Yuanzhang, Xu Da and others were all disciples of the Ming Cult. He wondered if he would have the chance to meet the Hongwu Emperor in the future.

"The Kunlun Mountains are ahead of us. The Kunlun Sect has been operating here for many years and knows the situation in this area very well."

"According to the instructions of Mr. Tieqin He Taichong, the head of Kunlun Sect, no matter which of the six major sects arrives first, they should all wait at the Yixian Gorge."

After leaving Bashu, the Wudang Sect headed westward. The weather was getting colder day by day. It had been more than two months since they left Wudang Mountain. (End of this chapter)