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

"First he poisoned me, then he attacked me by surprise. Where did your master come from? How dare he be called a hero?"

If that palm strike had hit him hard, even with Song Qingshu's level of cultivation, he would have needed to rest and recuperate for more than a month, so there was no mercy in his words.

"Be bold!"

In the firelight, the Mongolian master had bulging muscles and knotted veins on his arms. It was obvious that he had mastered external skills to perfection and had the power to tear tigers and leopards apart alive.

Song Qingshu glanced at him and thought that he might be one of the three servants under Zhao Min. It seemed that the Wudang Sect was indeed quite influential.

"That's not necessarily the case."

Song Qingshu didn't want to waste time talking and stabbed the long sword in his hand straight at his throat. The Mongolian master had just witnessed his amazing martial arts and did not dare to be negligent. He used his arm length advantage to perform a move called "Double Dragons Grabbing the Pearl" to grab Song Qingshu's wrist.

The long sword was pushed out by a single hand, making a "clang" sound at the throat of the Mongolian master, and then it could not move forward even an inch.

"The indestructible magic power of Vajra?"

Song Qingshu was slightly surprised. As far as he was concerned, this unique skill was only mastered by the Shaolin monk Kongjian, but he might not be able to dare to use his throat to block the sword like this.

At this moment, the claws of the Mongolian master were already within reach. Song Qingshu's previous move was to attack the enemy and save him. He could not dodge it now, so he simply used his Xiantian Gong to perform the Great Shift of the Universe. With a flip of his wrist, he pulled the opponent's strength and made his left hand hit his right hand.

"Oh!"

Not only was this claw extremely powerful, but what was even more surprising was that after he missed the target, he actually turned around and ran away, without caring at all about his status as a master.

However, Song Qingshu was worried that this was a ploy to lure the tiger away from the mountain, so he did not dare to pursue further. Moreover, as soon as he gained some distance, arrows would be shot at him, and he did not have his weapon in his hands, so he had to give up.

While the two men were fighting, Song Yuanqiao and his men had already spread out in all directions and seized more than a dozen horses, but suddenly someone in the distance shouted a few words in Mongolian, and the Yuan soldiers immediately turned their horses around and quickly withdrew.

"Don't chase the poor bandits!"

Everyone was worried that there might be an ambush behind them, so they reminded each other not to chase after them. After gathering the horses, they gathered together to count the wounded and discuss the next strategy.

Fortunately, in this night battle, the disciples with weaker martial arts skills in both factions were resting in the temple and did not suffer any casualties. Song Yuanqiao and others were highly skilled in martial arts and only a few of them suffered minor arrow wounds, which did not delay their journey.

"The enemy is coming with great force, and there are actually quite a few skilled fighters among the Yuan soldiers. If it weren't for Qingshu's success, I'm afraid we would have suffered a great loss today."

Zhang Songxi breathed a sigh of relief. It was obvious that the fight just now was not easy. The most puzzling thing was that so many masters came from nowhere, and some of them were not inferior to the two elders Yue and He of Huashan Sect. It was really tricky.

Although He Songyan was old, he was not a shrewd person. He cursed and said, "Now that heroes have risen up in the world, the Mongolian Tartars are busy everywhere trying to put out the fire. Why are they suddenly starting to make things difficult for our Central Plains martial arts world?"

Yue Songtao's face was gloomy. Although he didn't say it, it was obvious that the Huashan Sect, starting from him and his junior brother He Songyan, had become a burden to the Wudang Sect. If the two sides had not traveled together, they might have been captured alive.

"Fortunately, we have finally gained something. These dozen war horses can be used to travel. Let's speed up our journey and return to the Central Plains as soon as possible."

As the de facto leader of Wudang Sect, Song Yuanqiao has a vision and experience that is incomparable to ordinary people. He is thinking about more than just the present. This time, the six major sects went to Kunlun Mountain in the Western Regions to encircle and suppress the Ming Cult. All the masters of each sect have come out, and the internal situation is bound to be empty. If the Mongolian court really decides to wipe out the Central Plains martial arts, it will definitely not miss this opportunity.

Take the Wudang Sect as an example. When everyone went down the mountain, the old master was still in seclusion. Only the disabled third brother Yu Daying was in charge of the situation on Wudang Mountain. If the enemy attacked, how would they resist?

Song Qingshu on the other side also agreed to travel as quickly as possible, but his idea was a little different from Song Yuanqiao's.

Zhao Min set up a tight net but failed to capture the Wudang and Huashan sects. She would definitely send reinforcements later. If it were really the two Xuanming Elders, Fan Yao, the Right Protector of Light who disguised himself as Ku Tou Tuo, and the masters of the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions all arrived, Song Qingshu would not be able to keep everyone safe.

Therefore, the most urgent task is to distance herself as soon as possible before Zhao Min receives the news. A large number of Ming Cult masters will move eastward later, which will be enough for her to be unable to cope with them.

Furthermore, Song Qingshu also realized at this time that the Mongolian master, who was not known to be Aji, could not have practiced the Vajra Indestructible Kung Fu and must have been wearing protective gear such as a neck guard.

“There are so many odds and ends.”

Putting aside the issue of martial arts proficiency, this scheming and cunning person is really not easy to deal with. Even though Song Qingshu has extraordinary martial arts skills, he is still a flesh and blood body after all, and he has disciples from two factions following him, so it is better to be more cautious.

"We should not stay here for long. The two injured people who still need to rest should ride on one horse and head east along the road under the cover of night. Elder Yue and Elder He, as well as Second Uncle Yu and Fourth Uncle Zhang will follow to escort us."

"Remember to be careful with your food and water, beware of being poisoned."

"The rest of you come with me and see if we can buy horses in the next town. If nothing unexpected happens, we will meet in Shaanxi."

Song Qingshu immediately issued orders, asking everyone to go their separate ways. Otherwise, the inspections would become more stringent the further east they went, and a group of dozens of people would be too conspicuous.

In this way, Song Qingshu, Yu Lianzhou and others split into two groups and returned to the Central Plains one after the other.

In the next few days, accidents still happened occasionally, such as harassment by Yuan soldiers or secret poisoning, but everyone stepped up their precautions and no trouble occurred.

On this day they arrived at Meishan in Shu. The sun was scorching and the weather was getting hot. They had been traveling for a long time, so they found a nearby stream to water their horses and take a short rest.

"After two more days of walking, we should be in Shaanxi Province, which means we are not far from Wudang Mountain."

Song Yuanqiao originally wanted to get some water to drink, but Xiao Zhao had already swiftly brought it to him in a bamboo tube. Song Yuanqiao inevitably felt a little embarrassed when he saw this, but in the end he thanked her and took it.

"It seems that the four sects of Shaolin, Emei, Kunlun, and Kongtong have all been ambushed. We fought against the Ming Cult and both sides suffered heavy losses, but the Tartars took advantage of the situation and sneaked in."

Mo Shenggu stamped his feet heavily and said angrily, "This must have been instigated by the traitor Cheng Kun. It's a pity that no one listened to him at that time, and Qingshu's efforts were wasted."

The others nodded in agreement. As long as the Tartar court could defeat the six major sects one by one, the remaining martial arts sects would not be a concern at all. They could then concentrate all their strength on dealing with the Ming Cult that was causing chaos everywhere. This move of cutting off the source of the trouble was indeed vicious.

Song Qingshu looked into the distance and said, "The six major sects and the Ming Cult have had a long-standing grudge, which cannot be easily resolved."

"I hope that Junior Brother Wuji can live up to everyone's expectations and take this opportunity to let both sides temporarily put aside their prejudices, unite to face the enemy, and drive out the barbarians." (End of this chapter)