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

Because his disciples secretly escaped, Huashan Sect elder Yue Yuntao was furious. He picked up a knife and was about to clear out the sect, but was finally persuaded by Song Yuanqiao.

Song Qingshu thought that this might not be a bad thing. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Instead of returning to Huashan to settle accounts with everyone one by one, it would be better not to bother dealing with those who have escaped now.

Although there are no enemies in the open at this time, there must be someone following them secretly, so it is not easy to escape.

Although we couldn't rest in the town that night, fortunately we found a temple built in the woods. Although it had been in disrepair for many years, it was at least a place to shelter from the wind.

The female disciples of Huashan Sect and the disciples with weaker cultivation were arranged by Song Qingshu to go in and rest first, while the rest of them dispersed around in the cover of night and were on guard carefully.

"Sir, drink some water."

Song Qingshu, who had become the backbone of the group, naturally took the brunt of the effort and stood in a position with the widest field of vision. Xiao Zhao stared at his reliable back in a daze for a while, then fetched some clean water and brought it over.

"why are not you sleeping?"

Song Qingshu had profound internal strength. Although he was inevitably dusty after days of traveling, he was still in high spirits. After taking the bamboo tube filled with water, he asked in a low voice.

"Xiao Zhao is not sleepy. I want to talk to you, Master."

It was already late at night, and the hazy moonlight made the already pretty Xiao Zhao look even more charming, her light blue eyes flowing slowly like the sea water.

"It just so happens that I have something to ask you."

Song Qingshu patted the ground twice, motioned Xiao Zhao to sit down beside him, and then asked: "Why do you always wear those shackles? Aren't they heavy?"

Xiao Zhao shook his head and said with a smile, "They won't sink. I once heard from Yang Zuoshi that the shackles were made of meteorite iron from outer space. They are not ordinary iron or stone. It would be a pity to just throw them away."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Zhao slowly lowered her head, looked at her toes and said, "Besides, Xiao Zhao is just a clumsy little maid. She might do something wrong one day and make you unhappy. Then you can lock Xiao Zhao up again, but just don't chase her away."

Dark shadows floated under the moonlight. Even though Song Qingshu believed that his faith in Taoism was strong, he couldn't help but feel a little upset at this moment. He reached out and gently patted Xiao Zhao's shoulder.

"No, no one can take you away."

Song Qingshu said this because he remembered that when they were on the Spirit Snake Island, Xiao Zhao was willing to go to Persia to become the leader of the Ming Cult in order to protect her mother and Zhang Wuji. From then on, they were separated and could never see each other again.

Now, if Song Qingshu met Xiao Zhao first, he would naturally not make the same mistake again, so he made the promise.

Xiao Zhao didn't know the deep meaning of this, and her cheeks flushed immediately. She lowered her head even more, "Young Master, you are so kind, Xiao Zhao can't accept it. I think Miss Zhou Zhiruo from the Emei Sect has quite a crush on you."

The two of them were talking in low voices, and neither noticed that Song Yuanqiao was sighing and shaking his head behind them. However, at this critical juncture, it was not a good idea to interfere.

"Brother, if you don't make a decision, you will suffer the consequences. Why don't you ask Master to make the decision after we return to the mountain and go to Emei Sect to propose to Miss Zhou?"

Zhang Songxi, who was standing by, heard Mo Shenggu's random matchmaking and said with a smile, "Seventh brother, don't make things worse. When we were in the market town at Yumen Pass, it was Miss Xiao Zhao who first discovered that the food was poisonous."

"Since he is a decent person, Qingshu should be allowed to make his own decision. Even if Miss Zhou really has feelings for Qingshu, she shouldn't be so arbitrary."

"Fourth brother, don't forget"

Just as Mo Shenggu was about to figure out what was going on, he suddenly saw a flash of fire, followed by the sound of horse hooves approaching rapidly.

"Meet the enemy!"

Song Qingshu shouted, and the two sects' experts scattered around the ruined temple jumped up one after another. Arrows were shot from all directions, and it was obvious that there were many enemies. "Everyone from Wudang Sect and Huashan Sect, listen up!"

After two rounds of arrow rain, someone in the brightest fire in the northwest shouted loudly: "My master appreciates your martial arts. If you are smart, throw away your weapons and surrender. You will be rich and prosperous in the future. Otherwise, this place will be your burial place!"

It was late at night and everything was silent, but when that person opened his mouth, there was a buzzing sound everywhere. It was obvious that they were no match for him in martial arts. The astute disciples of both factions looked at the pattern of the arrows and saw that they were clearly used by the Mongolian court troops. They immediately understood who their opponent was.

Song Qingshu did not answer immediately. He carefully looked at the distance between himself and the leader. After quickly calculating in his mind, he gently brushed Xiao Zhao's shoulder with his backhand and pushed her back two or three feet with a gentle internal force.

"Xiao Zhao, tell the people in the temple not to come out!"

Then, without waiting for Xiao Zhao to answer, Qiyun Dantian shouted, "Kill the people and take the horses!"

This shout was several times louder than the man's shout, and it frightened the Yuan soldiers' horses closest to it so much that they could not stop.

The troops responsible for dealing with the two factions, although they knew that the Wudang faction enjoyed a high reputation in the martial arts world and their master had repeatedly warned them not to underestimate the enemy, they did not expect that there would be such a master.

Just as they were surprised, Song Qingshu had disappeared under the cover of darkness and trees. The others understood his orders and immediately followed him and rushed towards the Yuan soldiers.

"Fire arrows!"

The leader should be a centurion in the Mongolian army. Just as he shouted "shoot", he suddenly found someone approaching like a ghost.

He was caught off guard and instinctively swung his knife to chop, but unexpectedly, a cold light flashed before his eyes, and the whole person flew up like a cloud. It was not until his head fell to the ground that he realized that his head and body were separated.

After Song Qingshu dealt with the leading centurion in a lightning-fast manner, he should have taken advantage of the situation to continue killing, but he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"If that shout just now was really made by this person, there's no way he couldn't dodge even one move!"

As soon as the thought came to his mind, a whistling wind came from the side. Song Qingshu took precautions and immediately threw the corpse on the horse to the left without looking back.

"Oh!"

The huge force collided with each other, causing a loud muffled sound. The armor worn by the corpse was torn into pieces, and a deep dent was made on the chest. It flew sideways and knocked a nearby Yuan soldier to death on the spot.

"Good work!"

“What a scheming person!”

The man who made the surprise attack thought himself to be a master of the time, and his master had a plan to prepare for any eventuality. He could never have imagined that such a young man could actually dodge such a powerful attack.

It turned out that the words he had just said to persuade everyone to surrender were what he shouted near the centurion, in order to deal with the top masters of the two factions and capture the leader first.

As long as we lose the initiative, the others will surely become timid and cowardly, and we can then gain the upper hand and catch them all in one fell swoop.

Song Qingshu's words "good intentions" were directed at Zhao Min who was not present.

This man watched the centurion die on the spot, but he did not take any action. He waited until the situation was absolutely safe before taking action. Such scheming must have been planned by Zhao Min.

"May I ask your name? My master values heroes the most!" (End of this chapter)