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

"Although my Ming Cult had already declined at that time, it had not fallen to the point where it needed to rely on others for support. Moreover, those people were secretive and refused to reveal their true identity. In the end, we parted on bad terms."

It turned out to be the case.

The Ming Cult moved its headquarters to Kunlun Mountain in the Western Regions, and naturally they did not want anyone to know about it. However, it would not be so easy to avoid the eyes and ears of the Gongping Cult, which was also in the Western Regions.

"Yang Zuo Shi, I think the evildoers from the Fairness Cult will never let this go."

Yang Xiao poured more hot tea for Song Qingshu and said, "That's right."

"Our sect is short of manpower, and the Fairness Sect is elusive. Over a period of time, brothers in the sect have disappeared one after another."

"Master Yi suspected that these people were behind the attack, but after sending people to investigate several times, there was no result. Instead, someone was stirring up trouble under the banner of the Ming Cult."

Yang Xiao didn't know the details of what happened afterwards, but he guessed that the Gongping Cult used someone else's knife to kill someone, and since the Ming Cult couldn't clarify it in person, they just framed it.

"Because the Holy Fire Order was lost, Master Yi had power but no orders when he was in power, so he could not completely lead the Ming Cult followers in the world."

"Plus, the Persian Grand Master repeatedly ordered the Tuming Cult to follow the Mongols as their leader. Just dealing with them is exhausting, and we really have no time to take care of other things. We can only put the matter with the Fairness Cult aside for now."

At this point, Yang Xiao paused for a long while before continuing, "By the time when the previous Yang Cult Master came to power, our Ming Cult had finally prospered again after decades of recuperation, but the Gongping Cult had already disappeared and could not be found."

"Young Master Song, you should know that in our Ming Cult, there are two Envoys of Light under the Cult Leader, Yang is the Left Envoy of Light, and there is another Right Envoy of Light named Fan Yao."

"Back then, Right Envoy Fan was highly appreciated by Sect Leader Yang, who wanted to marry his adopted daughter, Purple-Robed Dragon King, to him. Unfortunately, the fate had not yet come, and this happy marriage could not be formed."

At this time, Yang Xiao mentioned this sworn brother whose life or death was unknown, and he was quite emotional. "Later, Yang Jiaozhu ordered him to find out the news of the Fairness Sect, but what the result was, Yang did not know."

"If my good brother were still alive, he would be able to help Young Master Song."

Seeing that Yang Xiao was so frank and open-minded, Song Qingshu felt very grateful for his help and immediately stood up and bowed to express his gratitude.

As for Fan Yao, it wasn't that difficult to find him, but the time was not right and it would be futile to go there rashly.

"Left Envoy Yang, is there a guest in the room?"

At this moment, Zhang Wuji suddenly arrived at the door, and Yang Xiao hurried to greet him. Song Qingshu thought that the two of them had some Ming Cult affairs to discuss, so he took the initiative to say goodbye and left.

But that night good news came out. It turned out that Zhang Wuji was the matchmaker for Yin Liting and Yang Buhui.

Although there is a big age gap between the two and there are entanglements from the previous generation, Yang Buhui took care of Yin Liting along the way, and out of pity and love, she took the initiative to entrust her life to the other party.

Although Yin Liting is a martial arts expert, he has a weak character. He and Yang Xiao are sworn enemies, so he cannot bring up such things. Therefore, Yang Buhui finds Zhang Wuji and explains the matter.

Yang Xiao had a very open-minded personality, but he was still shocked to hear that his daughter had feelings for Yin Liting. Fortunately, after thinking about it for a long time, he finally nodded.

When the Wudang Sect members heard about this, they were surprised at first, but they immediately began to be happy for Yin Liting. Although he did not say it in the past 20 years, his fellow disciples could see that he had never forgotten Ji Xiaofu. This was the biggest happy event that Wudang Sect had never had in recent years. Everyone wanted to set a wedding date immediately, but Yin Liting insisted on waiting until his injuries were healed and he could walk on his own before getting married.

In this way, the matter on Wudang Mountain came to an end, and Song Qingshu was ready to set off for Huashan, so he came to bid farewell to his grandmaster today.

Zhang Sanfeng did not try to persuade him to stay. He just smiled and said that if he had time, he should ask Song Qingshu to come back more often and not to wait for the fourth sword fight before meeting him. Otherwise, don't blame him for taking advantage of his seniority and refusing to take action.

Song Qingshu bowed deeply and said, "Yes, Grand Master, I will definitely come back to visit you often."

The two chatted about some trivial matters. Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Sanfeng took out a pair of iron arhats from his side and handed them to Song Qingshu.

"I heard from Wuji that the Shaolin Temple suffered a catastrophe that wiped out the entire clan. I don't know what the final outcome was."

"This pair of Iron Arhats was given to me by the founder of the Emei sect, Lady Guo Xiang, a hundred years ago. If you have the chance in the future, you can return them to the heir of Shaolin, so that you can leave behind a martial art."

After saying this, he waved his sleeves and went back to his small courtyard, never looking back.

Song Qingshu looked at his back and suddenly felt a sense of desolation. He thought to himself that when he had the chance in the future, he could go back a hundred years to see this Second Miss Guo with his own eyes and then draw a portrait of her as a souvenir.

"Brother Song, we just met briefly, and now we are about to part again. I really don't want to let you go."

Zhang Wuji, Yang Xiao and the others wanted to stay on the mountain, but unexpectedly Song Qingshu wanted to go down the mountain. Thinking about what had happened since the two of them reunited on the Bright Summit, he felt that if he had Senior Brother Song to help him, no matter what difficulties he encountered, they could be easily solved.

"Brother Wuji, all good things must come to an end. Besides, Wudang Mountain and Huashan Mountain are not that far apart. If you need anything from me, just send someone to pass on the message."

Zhang Wuji and the Ming Cult members decided to hold a swearing-in ceremony in Butterfly Valley on August 15, the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it would not be convenient to allow people from other sects to participate.

Therefore, he shook Song Qingshu's hand vigorously and said sincerely: "After we finish dealing with the affairs of the sect, we will most likely go north. Then we will definitely go to Huashan to meet Brother Song!"

The two of them made an agreement, and Song Qingshu then said goodbye to the people from Wudang Sect. Song Yuanqiao gave them some earnest instructions, and finally looked at Xiaozhao who was going down the mountain with them. He remembered the marriage of Yin Liting and Yang Buhui, shook his head and said nothing more.

After Song Qingshu and Xiao Zhao came down the mountain, Zhang Wuji and others who had accompanied them to the foot of the mountain stopped and waved goodbye. The two mounted their horses and headed north. Wudang Mountain slowly disappeared from their sight.

It was already May, and the weather was sunny, warm and quite pleasant, but from time to time groups of ragged, emaciated hungry people appeared on the road, and the gloomy scene was so suffocating that people felt breathless.

Xiao Zhao couldn't bear it, especially when he saw those children dying of hunger, but he also knew that money should not be shown to others, so whenever he passed by the market, he would try to buy as many steamed buns and dry food as possible and secretly give them away on the way.

However, even so, he was still targeted that day. Dozens of beggars in rags, each carrying a cloth bag on their backs, were sitting in the middle of the road in broad daylight, blocking the road. They must be disciples of the Beggars' Sect.

"Sir, please be kind and give us a meal. We will definitely remember your kindness in the future!"

The beggar in the lead was short and fat, with a red face. He didn't look like he didn't have enough food to eat. Moreover, the words he recited seemed like neither speaking nor singing, which made people feel disgusted. (End of this chapter)