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

At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the country was in chaos and heroes emerged from all directions. Therefore, the Mongolian court issued strict orders to strengthen the defense of cities and passes, and to conduct strict inspections day and night to prevent the Han people from rebellion.

As the central axis of the Guanzhong Plain, Xianyang City is especially important.

"Go, go, go!"

The officers and soldiers in charge of the inspection waved their hands repeatedly and cursed inwardly that it was bad luck. They had originally thought that the girl had a good figure and wanted to take advantage of her.

But suddenly an ugly face with crooked mouth and eyes appeared, which scared him. He thought he saw a ghost in broad daylight and immediately started to chase the person away.

"Whee!"

After successfully entering the city, Xiao Zhao returned to her original appearance and gave Song Qingshu a mischievous smile. After traveling day and night for several days, she finally returned to the Central Plains.

"Brother, you are finally here!"

Zhang Songxi, who was in charge of the reception, had been around the city gate for about a day. When he saw Song Yuanqiao and others arrive safely, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone gathered together to discuss the next itinerary. After leaving Xianyang, they would only walk a few dozen miles at most, and the Wudang Sect and the Huashan Sect would have to head in two different directions.

"Thank you all for your care along the way. If you need anything in the future, everyone from Huashan Sect will definitely go through fire and water to help you."

Yue Yuntao and He Songyan clasped their fists and saluted, and Song Yuanqiao and others returned the salute. The two factions had fought side by side through life and death, and had spent several months together day and night, so the relationship between them naturally reached a higher level.

"We are about to return to Huashan. Do you have any instructions, Young Master Song?"

Yue Yuntao no longer wants to get the Huashan Patriarch Order back. Without the help of Song Qingshu and the Wudang Sect, it is unknown whether they can return to the Central Plains.

"Be careful on your journey. I have to go back to Wudang Mountain to pay my respects to Grand Master first. If nothing unexpected happens, I will go to Huashan as soon as possible to deal with Xian Yutong and other matters."

Although he had not yet decided what identity he would use to meet Zhang Sanfeng, he had already decided to become the head of the Huashan Sect. Therefore, Song Qingshu did not hesitate to say anything and directly instructed, "When you go back, make proper arrangements for the disciples in the sect to prevent the Mongolian court from suddenly attacking the mountain."

For example, the Shaolin Sect, a leading sect in the martial arts world, was conquered by Zhao Min, let alone the Huashan Sect, so it would be better to avoid them for the time being.

Yue Yuntao took the order and left with all the Huashan disciples. The Wudang disciples were concerned about the situation on the mountain and were also not planning to rest in Xianyang City. They wanted to return as soon as possible.

"Xiao Zhao."

Song Qingshu originally wanted Xiao Zhao to stay in Xianyang, because Xu Zhuo, Guan Yuerou and others should be in the city, which would make it convenient to take care of her. Moreover, they could also set off together when Song Qingshu was about to go to Huashan.

But Xiao Zhao said, "Master, you said you wouldn't chase Xiao Zhao away."

Song Qingshu looked at her aggrieved little face and could only smile helplessly. Although Xiao Zhao was obedient in front of him, she was calm and composed when facing the enemy, and she handled it with ease, never making people worry.

When Song Yuanqiao saw that Xiao Zhao was also going back to Wudang Mountain with him, although he felt that it was not appropriate and he had not yet agreed in his heart that the two of them would be a good match, when he thought about what had happened along the way, he finally chose to remain silent.

In this way, the Wudang Sect set out again, leaving Xianyang, leaving Shaanxi, and heading eastward to Wudang Mountain.

Two days later, we finally arrived at Baiyangping Town at the foot of Wudang Mountain, which is only half a day's journey away from Wudang Mountain.

They had been away from Wudang Sect for several months, and now they had finally returned. The mountain gate surrounded by green pines and cypresses seemed to be vaguely visible in their vision, and they were all refreshed. "Although it is getting a little late now, we should continue on our journey. The sooner we return to the mountain, the better, so as to avoid more trouble at night."

Song Qingshu made a suggestion, and naturally no one else had any objections. However, in a moment of carelessness, the horse led by one of the disciples was stabbed in the belly and let out a mournful cry.

The attacker was dressed in ordinary clothes, no different from ordinary people, but the front of his clothes was splattered with horse blood, and he turned around and tried to run away.

"Who are you? Who ordered you to do that?!"

How could the people of Wudang Sect let him get away? Mo Shenggu, who was closest to him, jumped forward and took the man down with just one move. However, no matter how they asked, the man refused to answer.

"Seventh brother, we don't have time to argue with him, let's go!"

The Wudang Sect has been feared throughout the world for decades. When would anyone dare to cause trouble near Wudang Mountain? Zhang Songxi saw that the situation was not right, so he did not bother to care about these small fry and urged his horse to leave.

The rest of the people followed closely behind and kept running until midnight before stopping. Along the way, they saw five groups of people heading towards Wudang Mountain one after another.

These five groups consisted of 20 to 30 people at most and a few at least. They were all armed. The strange thing was that they did not take action when they saw the people from Wudang Sect. They just wandered around as if waiting for some orders.

"Let's talk about it when we get back to the mountain!"

Song Yuanqiao was worried that something might happen on the mountain. Since the other party didn't bother him, he didn't waste his time and ran straight up the mountain road. After about an incense stick of time, he finally reached the mountain gate.

"Which group of friends are you visiting Wudang so late at night?"

As soon as he finished speaking, four Wudang disciples who were responsible for guarding the mountain gate came out from the shadows. The Taoist in the lead was stunned when he saw that it was Song Yuanqiao and the others who came back, and then he said happily: "Master, you are finally back!"

"Gu Xu, what's the situation inside the sect?"

This Taoist named Gu Xu was the disciple of Yu Daying. Yu Daying had difficulty in moving his hands and feet, so after Song Yuanqiao and others went down the mountain, his disciple Gu Xuzi took over the daily affairs.

Seeing that there were still people guarding the mountain gate, everyone felt relieved as they thought there hadn't been any trouble.

"Replying to Master Uncle, there have been many people from the underworld coming to the foot of the mountain recently, but there has been no conflict for the time being. Grand Master is still in seclusion, so Master asked us to be careful and alert and not to take the initiative to provoke a fight."

Song Yuanqiao nodded, thinking that as long as everything was alright, now that everyone had returned safely, it would be interesting to see who would dare to touch the tiger's whiskers of the Wudang Sect.

That night, everyone went to rest and did not disturb Yu Daying and other disciples. Only Song Yuanqiao personally arranged accommodation for Xiao Zhao. It was a guest room on the mountain specially prepared for entertaining female guests. It was located to the south and north of the disciple room where Song Qingshu was, and was quite far away from each other.

Song Qingshu didn't care too much about it. Now that he was back in Wudang Mountain, the most important thing was to meet Zhang Sanfeng and explain the whole story to him, as well as his plan to go to Huashan to take charge of the overall situation.

It was almost four o'clock in the morning, but Song Qingshu had no intention of resting. After a simple wash and changing into clean clothes, he closed his eyes for a while, then slowly opened the door and walked towards the back mountain.

The small courtyard where Zhang Sanfeng practiced meditation in seclusion was located in a bamboo forest on the back mountain of the Wudang Sect. In the night, the bamboo shadows were dense and the courtyard was extremely quiet. There were no disciples guarding the gate.

Since traveling to this world, Song Qingshu had never seen in person this grandmaster who had been in seclusion. He took a deep breath and slowly walked to the front of the courtyard.

Before he could ask for a meeting, an old voice came from the courtyard, "Who is the great master who has come to visit? I am sorry for not coming to greet you." (End of this chapter)