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

When the Wudang Sect members finally arrived in the Western Regions, they felt the yellow sand all over the sky and the bone-chilling cold wind. If they were not strong enough as martial artists, it would be difficult to withstand such a harsh climate.

The Kunlun Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, with endless ups and downs as far as the eye can see, and a desolate and vast scene everywhere. As long as you are in it, you can't help but have the feeling as the ancients wrote: "Thinking of the vastness of the universe, I am alone and shed tears."

This was also Song Qingshu's first time in the desert. Thinking back to the three years of hard searching by Zhang Qingzhi and the other five people, they finally found some clues about the Gongping Sect. It was really a well-intentioned effort.

"In front of us is Zhuwu Lianhuan Manor. The two owners, Zhu Changling and Wu Lie, were both among the five greatest masters in the world a hundred years ago. They are descendants of the disciple of Master Yideng, the Southern Emperor. Since we are passing by here, we must not lose our manners."

"After that, we will go northwest for more than a hundred miles and reach the agreed-upon gorge. That place is already the sphere of influence of the Demon Cult. Since we are there first, we must be alert and wait for the other sects to join us."

This time, the six major sects besieged Guangmingding. Shaolin Temple was the farthest away, while Wudang and Huashan were about the same distance away. Unexpectedly, the Kunlun and Kongtong sects, which were the closest, have not shown up yet. I don't know if they encountered any accidents on the way here.

Zhang Songxi heard his senior brother speak, so he said, "Brother, the head of Huashan Sect, Xianyu Shenji, has predicted that the people in the Demon Sect have been fighting for the position of leader for a long time. We can first work together to take down Yang Xiao, and then defeat the others one by one."

"But after seeing the behavior of those people from the Ming Cult last time, I am worried that the Right Envoy of Light, the Four Dharma Kings who protect the religion, the Five Scattered People, and the Five Elements Flags will also come to protect the religion."

Mo Shenggu sneered. He always remembered the expressions of the other sects except Emei Sect at his master's 100th birthday party.

"If we fight head-on with swords and guns, even if we lose, we can only blame ourselves for not learning the skills well enough, not others."

"But once the Golden Lion King Xie Xun shows up, I'm afraid someone will have selfish motives. It would be really frustrating to be held back by others."

Song Yuanqiao knew that his junior brother was telling the truth, but he still advised: "The overall situation is more important. We should be more careful about the hidden arrows from the Demon Cult."

However, Song Qingshu knew that he didn't need to worry about Xie Xun. Instead, Green-Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao, White-Eyebrowed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng who had already established the Sky Eagle Sect, as well as the Five Scattered People and the Five Elements Flags would all be present.

However, due to the relationship between Zhang Cuishan and his wife and Zhang Wuji, the leaders of the Ming Cult will not immediately fight to the death with the Wudang Sect. They can rely on the cultivation of the Five Heroes of Wudang to protect themselves. What they should pay attention to are the third generation disciples of the Wudang Sect.

Now that Song Yuanqiao had spoken, Mo Shenggu didn't say anything more.

The group arrived at Zhuwu Lianhuan Village along the road, where they saw red walls and green tiles. In front of the village was a road paved with bluestone slabs. Red pine and spruce trees were planted around the village. Although it was already winter, it was still lush and shady.

Building such a vast manor in Kunlun Mountain is not something that can be done overnight. In addition to a prominent status, sufficient financial and human resources are also required.

Song Qingshu looked at Zhujiazhuang, which was located to the east and was obviously much newer than Wujiazhuang. He knew that Zhu Changling had burned down the business he had run for many years in order to trick Zhang Wuji into revealing the whereabouts of Xie Xun.

"The descendants of Wu San Tong are getting worse and worse. Zhu Ziliu has followed in his footsteps. He doesn't want to enjoy his good life, but instead he wants to keep thinking about the Dragon Slaying Sword."

Song Qingshu didn't have a good impression of Wu Santong and his two sons, but he had a good impression of Zhu Ziliu. If he had come here earlier, perhaps he would have helped him teach his unfilial descendants a lesson for the sake of Master Yideng.

But on second thought, if his own Huashan Sect could have a scum like Xian Yutong, then it was not surprising that the Zhu family would have Zhu Changling.

"It turns out that it is Wudang Sect's Great Hero Song, Second Hero Yu, Fourth Hero Zhang, Sixth Hero Yin, and Seventh Hero Mo. They are rare guests. Please come in quickly!"

While Song Qingshu was thinking about his worries, Wu Lie, the owner of Wujia Manor, had already led people to greet him. Without saying a word, he bowed to the ground, and his hospitality was beyond words.

Song Yuanqiao didn't intend to waste too much time, so he bowed and said, "Master Wu, you're welcome. We just happened to be passing by your manor, so we wanted to visit you two on the way. I wonder if Master Zhu is here?"

Wu Lie sighed and said sadly, "Brother Zhu risked his life alone to save a friend who fell into the hands of the Demon Sect a few years ago, but he has not returned yet. I am afraid he was killed!" "Ah!"

Song Yuanqiao and others were shocked when they heard this. The Western Regions were too far away from the Central Plains and they were not well-informed about the news. They did not expect that Zhu Changling would suffer such a disaster.

"Master Wu, please accept my condolences. Master Zhu is blessed by good fortune. He may suddenly return someday."

"Alas, I hope it's as Mr. Song said. As long as Brother Zhu can return safely, I, Wu, am willing to die for him!"

As Wu Lie spoke, he squeezed out two tears. Even Song Qingshu, who knew the truth, had to admire his superb acting skills. He could even make a dead person come back to life.

"Look at me. I can't help crying when I mention Brother Zhu. This makes the heroes of Wudang Sect laugh at me."

Wu Lie wiped his tears, waved his hand and said, "Jiu Zhen, Qing Ying, why don't you come and greet the seniors and young heroes of Wudang Sect!"

"Yes, Uncle Wu."

"Yes, daddy."

Two girls walked out from behind Wu Lie. They were both in their early twenties and looked a little younger than Song Qingshu.

"Junior Zhu Jiuzhen/Wu Qingying pays homage to all the seniors and young heroes of the Wudang Sect."

One of the two women was wearing a white fox fur coat, and the other a black mink fur coat. The former had a charming face, and the latter had a beautiful figure. Standing together, they were really a perfect match, each with her own strengths.

The five Wudang heroes returned the greeting and could not see anything unusual, but the three generations of Wudang disciples who followed them, whether they often moved around in the martial arts world or not, had never seen such beautiful girls, let alone two of them at the same time.

The thrill brought by this beauty was more powerful than any martial arts. The less experienced disciples immediately looked away, not daring to look directly at her. Some even blushed, lowered their heads and forgot to return the greeting.

"My name is Song Qingshu, nice to meet you two."

Although the two beauties of Xueling are beautiful, they are not as beautiful as Huang Rong, Xiaolongnu and others. Song Qingshu has become somewhat disenchanted by them, so his behavior is frank and straightforward.

He was already of extraordinary appearance and imposing bearing, which made him even more outstanding when his other fellow disciples behaved evasively. Moreover, Zhu Jiuzhen and Wu Qingying had been in the Western Regions for a long time, and apart from their cousin Wei Bi, they had never seen a handsome man of similar age who was so heroic and dashing.

Moreover, although Wei Bi is handsome and docile, and knows how to please girls, he seems too petty compared with Song Qingshu. The difference between the two is obvious.

As the owner of the manor, Wu Lie naturally had more experience. He knew that the Wudang Sect was going to make things difficult for the Ming Cult, so he tried to please them and immediately praised loudly, "In recent years, I have heard a lot about the Wudang Sect's Jade-faced Mengchang. After seeing him today, I found that his reputation is indeed well-deserved!"

As Wu Lie's disciple, Wei Bi was standing behind his master at this time, but he had not been introduced for a long time, which made him a little unhappy. When he saw the expressions of his cousin and junior sister, he became even more annoyed, but he did not dare to show it.

"Master Wu, everyone, we have important matters to attend to. We will not disturb you any further. We will take our leave now."

Song Yuanqiao bowed and was about to lead his men to continue on their journey. Wu Lie saw this and thought for a moment. He stepped forward and whispered, "I have an extremely urgent matter to report. Please stay for a while, Mr. Song." (End of this chapter)