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

After learning about Zhang Wuji's situation, although Wu Lie repeatedly asked the Wudang Sect to stay in the village for two days to rest, Song Yuanqiao still waved his hand and declined, leading his disciples to the agreed-upon Yixian Gorge.

"Brother, although Wuji fell off the cliff, it is better than suffering from the vicious attack of the Mysterious Nether Palm and the endless torment day and night."

Hearing Yin Liting's advice, Song Yuanqiao did not answer, but just shook his head and sighed.

My third brother Yu Daying was disabled for life, my fifth brother Zhang Cuishan was forced to commit suicide, and now even his only flesh and blood could not escape the poisonous hands. And so was my sixth brother Yin Liting's wife, Miss Ji Xiaofu, who had not yet married him. All of this was closely related to the Demon Cult.

"Sixth Uncle, I don't think that's necessarily the case."

After Song Qingshu heard Wu Lie's words from his uncle masters, he naturally didn't believe those lies, but it was difficult for him to expose them directly.

"Brother Wuji is blessed with a long life. He will surely be cured of the cold poison by a miracle and will be reunited with us."

"What Wu Lie said is not true. Junior Brother Wuji is the adopted son of the Demon Cult's Golden Lion King Xie Xun and the grandson of the White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng. The people of the Demon Cult have gone mad. Why do they have to come and make things difficult for him?"

Zhang Songxi was known for his wit, but he was heartbroken by the news of Zhang Wuji's death. After hearing what Song Qingshu said, he agreed, "Qingshu is right. If it was really someone from the Demon Cult who did it, why would they leave Zhuwu Lianhuan Manor? I think there is another hidden story behind this."

"It is not convenient for us to get entangled with him right now. After returning from Bright Summit, I will investigate this matter thoroughly!"

Everyone nodded. Song Yuanqiao was pleased with Song Qingshu's growth and that he remained unmoved when faced with beauty in Wujiazhuang. He patted him on the shoulder to show his satisfaction.

The group continued on their journey, heading northwest. After walking more than a hundred miles, they arrived in the desert. Although it was the middle of winter, it still felt hot.

When they finally arrived at the edge of the gorge, there was not a single person in sight, let alone people from the other five sects.

"The people in the Demon Cult are elusive, especially the Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao, whose Qinggong is unparalleled in the world. We must not be careless."

Song Yuanqiao commanded everyone to be careful and alert and wait here. Sure enough, in the next two days, the giant tree flag and the raging fire flag of the Ming Cult's Five Elements Flags appeared one after another.

The two sides fought three rounds. Seeing that they could not gain any advantage, the Ming Cult had to retreat. At one point, Mo Shenggu wanted to give chase, but fortunately he was stopped in time by Song Qingshu, otherwise he would have been injured by the firearms of the Fiery Flag.

Another day passed, and it was time for the sects to meet up. Song Yuanqiao was worried that the other five sects had lost their way in the desert, so he ordered, "Li Ting, Qing Shu, you two go back along the way and see if you can meet up with the other five sects. Also, take the signal cannon for transmission. If there is any danger, contact them immediately."

"Yes."

Song Qingshu and Yin Liting followed the order and left the camp to investigate at a distance.

"It's the bastards from the six major sects!"

After Song Qingshu walked for more than ten miles, he did not meet anyone from the six major sects. Instead, he ran into three Taoists in white robes. The sleeves of the three people had red flame patterns embroidered on them, and they were obviously members of the Ming Cult.

The six major sects and the Ming Cult have had a long-standing grudge, and this time they joined forces to attack with the intention of killing them all. Therefore, as soon as the two sides meet, there is no need to say anything, they just fight to the death.

At this time, Song Qingshu's internal strength was unrivaled in the world. His One Finger Yang, Dugu Nine Swords, Tai Chi Fist and Sword, and Left and Right Fighting were all extremely high-level skills with no visible limits. This was also the reason why he did not force himself to learn other martial arts.

So when facing the siege of three people, Song Qingshu did not even draw his sword. He simply made three casual moves and knocked down the weapons in the hands of the three Taoists.

"it is good!"

There were cheers coming from the southeast, mostly from women. It turned out that Nun Miejue had finally arrived with the Emei Sect disciples. The three Taoists saw that the martial arts of the young man dressed as a scholar were far superior to theirs. They could not even tell if he could win, let alone see his true strength. However, they knew they could not win, so they still fought with bare hands.

Song Qingshu knew that at this point, there was no room for maneuver between the two sides except a fight to the death. The Emei Sect had already appeared over there, so he used the Wudang Sect's Zhenshan Palm and killed the three men in the blink of an eye.

"I am Song Qingshu, a third-generation disciple of the Wudang Sect. I have been ordered to come and welcome your sect."

"Well, what a hero emerges from youth!"

The leader of the Emei Sect was an old nun with white hair and a gray cloth robe. Although she was about sixty years old, one could still see traces of her beautiful appearance in her youth. However, her eyebrows slanted downward, making her face look strange and unspeakable, like a hanged ghost in a strange novel.

This old nun was none other than the head of the Emei sect, Master Miejue. On both sides of her stood her disciples, half of whom were nuns, and the rest were both men and women.

She doesn't like male disciples, so the male disciples in Emei Sect have a low status and are not taught superior martial arts. At this time, they can only stand behind the female disciples.

It was a rare thing to praise a younger man at this time. Although Song Qingshu could not see clearly how he knocked the opponent's weapon away, he had indeed mastered the Wudang School's Zhenshan Palm.

"A third-generation disciple of Wudang Sect is already so extraordinary, so the Five Heroes of Wudang must be even more extraordinary. Zhiruo, who has the highest talent and comprehension among the younger generation of our Emei Sect, seems to be unable to catch up with Song Qingshu."

When the disciples of Emei Sect saw that he was fighting three people alone without using any weapons, they were all secretly impressed. When they got closer and saw his dignified appearance, they were even more impressed.

Jingxuan, the eldest disciple of Master Miejue, said: "In recent years, the reputation of Jade-faced Mengchang has spread widely in the martial arts world. It is said that Young Master Song is eager to help others and rescue those in need. Seeing him today, I can see that his reputation is indeed well-deserved!"

"I dare not. Master, you are too kind."

Jingxuan introduced a group of disciples of the Emei Sect to Song Qingshu on behalf of his master. In addition to the twelve masters of the Jing generation, there were also lay disciples such as Ding Minjun, Zhou Zhiruo, and Bei Jinyi.

In terms of seniority, Zhang Sanfeng is over a hundred years old and is on equal terms with the founder of the Emei Sect, female hero Guo Xiang. So, by this calculation, Nun Miejue should call the Seven Heroes of Wudang "uncle master".

However, Yin Liting, one of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, had been engaged to Ji Xiaofu of the Emei Sect, and was a generation younger than Master Miejue. Therefore, disciples of both parties were addressed only by age, and not by seniority.

"The one on the left is Junior Sister Ding Minjun."

"Meet Mr. Song."

Ding Minjun has a nickname "ruthless and cruel" in the underworld, but she is not ugly. On the contrary, she has a pretty face and can be considered quite beautiful.

It's just that he is mean and cruel, so he was given such an ugly nickname after fighting with Monk Peng Yingyu, one of the Five Wandering Monks of the Ming Cult.

"The one on the right is Junior Sister Zhou Zhiruo, and also Master's last disciple."

In those days, Zhang Sanfeng went down the mountain to seek medical treatment for the cold poison that was caused by the Mysterious Nether Palm on his grandson Zhang Wuji, and rescued the boatman girl Zhou Zhiruo by the Han River.

Afterwards, Chang Yuchun took Zhang Wuji to Butterfly Valley, while Zhang Sanfeng took Zhou Zhiruo back to Wudang Mountain. However, because Wudang Sect did not accept female disciples, after careful consideration, he introduced her to the Emei Sect.

During the time Zhou Zhiruo lived in Wudang Mountain, she often met Song Qingshu, who was about the same age as her. Although they had not seen each other for ten years and the child had grown up, their reunion did not feel strange.

"Brother Song, how are you?" (End of this chapter)