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

After the figure of Monk Shuo Bu De completely disappeared, Song Qingshu took a closer look and made sure that there were no patrolling members of the Ming Cult nearby. Then he came to the foot of the mountain and prepared to climb up.

Guangmingding is the headquarters of the Ming Cult. Now that the six major sects have joined forces to attack, the Ming Cult must be on high alert.

Therefore, although Song Qingshu has high martial arts skills, he is also very cautious and careful. Every time he leaps, he will check first.

After nearly an incense stick of time, the dangerous peaks and steep mountains finally became flat. Although it was still some distance away from the Mingjiao headquarters, one could vaguely see the sea of clouds covering the Guangming Peak, with its solemn and majestic atmosphere.

The fact that such a grand religious altar could be built in the remote Kunlun Mountains in the Western Regions is a testament to the power and majesty of the Ming Cult in those days.

"Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, you are such a stinky dog fart!"

Song Qingshu was thinking about how to sneak into Bright Summit when suddenly someone in the valley a little lower started cursing. Anyone who could come here must have a high status in the Ming Cult. He must be one of the Five Scattered People.

Sure enough, the scolding stopped for a moment before it started again. "If you want to go, go ahead. I, Zhou Dian, remember the solemn oath we five stragglers swore that we would no longer interfere in the affairs of the Ming Cult. Besides, Yang Xiao didn't even take the initiative to invite us, so do we really have to pay for it?"

Apart from Zhou Dian's shouting, the voices of the others were not very loud, and the howling cold wind in the mountains made it difficult to hear clearly.

Song Qingshu was not in a hurry. He waited for them to finish arguing and then acted accordingly. Zhou Dian was as his name suggested, he spoke incoherently. After a while of discussion, the few of them finally continued to climb the mountain.

It took another half day to walk there, and when we finally reached Guangmingding, we saw members of the Ming Cult coming and going, setting up defensive fortifications everywhere, and the sacred fire burning in the square, creating a solemn and murderous scene.

"The Five Scattered People will be fighting with Yang Xiao for a while, so we need to use this opportunity to find Yang Buhui's room."

In order to cope with the siege from the six major sects, the Ming Cult was on high alert at this time, not to mention the headquarters location which was of great importance. Any carelessness would result in all previous efforts being wasted.

Fortunately, there were very few women on Guangmingding. Song Qingshu walked around the main hall and went to the wing rooms at the back. When he came to a small courtyard, there were no patrolling Mingjiao members nearby. He thought that Yang Buhui's boudoir must be nearby.

There were unknown exotic flowers and plants planted in the courtyard, with a faint fragrance in the air. A faint candlelight was coming from the room to the west. Song Qingshu leaned forward to listen, and after making sure that there was no one inside, he slowly pushed the door open and entered.

The room was very spacious and decorated quite luxuriously. It was equipped with dressing tables, tapestries, curtains and other daily necessities. It was full of flowers and was undoubtedly a woman's boudoir.

"The secret passage leading to the forbidden area of the Ming Cult is hidden under Yang Buhui's bed. When Cheng Kun is injured, we can wait for him to get hurt and solve this problem in one fell swoop."

Song Qingshu walked behind the tapestry, hid his body, concentrated his mind and waited attentively.

In fact, I had thought about starting the attack in the main hall before, but the risk was too great. First, Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao and the Five Wanderers were there, making it difficult to hide. Second, even if I succeeded, it would be difficult to escape afterwards. I couldn't just kill everyone.

"After subduing Cheng Kun, we will leave Bright Summit through the secret passage. When the six major sects and the Ming Cult are at a stalemate, we will explain everything to them."

"However, given Cheng Kun's character, I'm afraid he will bite back at that time. Moreover, he hates the Ming Cult so much that he might even give up his life rather than admit it. It seems that we can only take it one step at a time."

Song Qingshu stood behind the tapestry, silently thinking about what to do next. As the red candle in the room burned shorter and shorter, the sky had already darkened completely, but the courtyard was completely silent and no one passed by.

"Crash."

"Miss, it's late, please go to bed."

After a while, there was a crisp sound of iron chains, followed by a hoarse voice. Song Qingshu took advantage of the tapestry to take a quick look outside.

I saw two girls pushing the door open one after the other. The girl in front was wearing light yellow clothes that looked luxurious, while the girl behind was wearing a simple blue shirt and dressed like a maid.

"It's Yang Buhui and Xiao Zhao's turn." Yang Buhui had a round face and big, bright eyes. She did not answer at this time. Instead, she slapped Xiao Zhao hard in the face.

Xiao Zhao staggered, covered her face and lowered her head, not daring to resist. Her eyes were one big and one small, her nose and mouth were twisted in an unnatural way, and she was hunchbacked and lame. Her hands and feet were chained, and she looked extremely terrifying in the candlelight.

"The six major sects are besieging Bright Summit. Dad is discussing countermeasures with the five scattered people, and he hasn't finished yet."

"I think you want to harm us, father and daughter, and then no one on Bright Summit will be able to stop you!"

Xiao Zhao couldn't tell and could only lower her head and look at the ground. Yang Buhui was angry and ignored the situation in the room. She walked straight to the wall, took off her sword, and was about to go out again.

"Miss, let me follow you. If we encounter an enemy, I will be able to take care of you."

Yang Buhui showed no appreciation, and pointed with her finger, saying, "I think your care is fake, and you are really looking for an opportunity to harm me. Tell me, are you a spy sent by the six major sects?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Buhui unexpectedly used a small grappling technique, grabbed Xiao Zhao's pulse without saying a word, and then drew his sword with a shake of his hand.

"Even though my father is the Left Protector of Light, he can't find out the details of a little girl like you. Now the six major sects may attack the mountain gate at any time. I'd better get rid of you first, so as to avoid being tortured by you in the future!"

Xiao Zhao's pulse was controlled and he could not move at all. Just as he was about to stab with the sword, a breeze suddenly blew by.

Looking at Yang Buhui again, he was holding the sword in mid-air with his right hand, with surprise and fear in his eyes. He had no idea who could appear behind him.

"Shhh."

Song Qingshu walked away from Yang Buhui and made a gesture to keep quiet. He had just flashed out from behind the tapestry and instantly pressed Yang Buhui's acupoints.

Then, in order to prevent her from screaming, he added another finger on the mute point.

"you you."

Xiao Zhao also couldn't imagine that there was someone in the house. The seven peaks and thirteen cliffs of Guangmingding are naturally dangerous. Without someone to lead the way, even if you have wings, you may not be able to fly up.

"I won't harm you two, but remember not to make any noise."

Xiao Zhao saw that he was no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a handsome face and a somewhat dignified air, and his words had an air of being able to make people obey him.

Moreover, judging from the martial arts he just displayed, even if Xiao Zhao and Yang Buhui joined forces, they would not be his match. If they intended to harm him, they would have been beheaded long ago.

"Yes, yes, it's all up to you, sir."

Song Qingshu knew Xiao Zhao's identity. She was smart, clever, and talented, and looked a bit like Huang Rong when she was young.

"Close the door first, then go and carry your young lady to the bed. As long as no one comes, we can live in peace."

Xiao Zhao was originally planning how to get out of this situation, but when she saw this mysterious man with a smile on his face, and his eyes did not show any strangeness after seeing her ugly face, her heart couldn't help but move slightly.

"Yes, sir." (End of this chapter)