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

This time when they went to Huashan, the two did not bring too much luggage. Only the Sword of the Heavenly Sword was quite eye-catching, so Xiao Zhao carefully wrapped it with layers of coarse cloth strips to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

Moreover, as far as I can remember, since the 24th leader of the Beggars' Sect, Shi Huolong, known as "Gold and Silver Palm", was seriously injured due to lack of power when practicing the Beggars' Sect's unique skill, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, all gang affairs have been handed over to the elders and the leader, and he has not appeared in the world.

In fact, he had died at the hands of Cheng Kun a few years ago, and he ordered his apprentice Chen Youliang to find a substitute with a similar face to give orders, intending to control the Beggars' Sect from then on.

But at this time Cheng Kun was secretly imprisoned by Zhang Wuji, and Chen Youliang became a headless fly. Who instructed him to openly block the road in broad daylight?

"Uncle, please be kind!"

The short and fat beggar saw that the other party didn't say anything and couldn't figure out the details for a while, so he didn't dare to press him too much. But thinking of the orders given by the gang, he must not give up this road easily.

Song Qingshu didn't answer yet. He reached into his bosom and took out a small ingot of gold, which was bright yellow in the sunlight, and then threw it out casually.

When the fat beggar saw it, his eyes lit up immediately and he raised his hand to catch it. However, the gold seemed to be coming at him quite fast, but it suddenly fell down when it was still ten feet away, leaving him empty-handed.

When the beggars saw him display his skills, which were all just right in strength and technique, they all stood up from the ground immediately, each of them as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"This is not Wudang Sect's territory, and people from Wudang Sect wouldn't bring a pretty maid with them."

"Let alone the Huashan Sect, which is not much stronger than the Beggars' Sect. As for the other four sects, they should all be eradicated by the imperial court."

The fat beggar didn't expect to meet such a tough guy. He was afraid that he would lose his head if they disagreed with him, so he racked his brains to guess the identity of the young master.

"Could he be the leader of the Demon Cult, Zhang Wuji?"

As soon as this thought came to mind, the fat beggar's knees immediately went weak. He knew he couldn't escape, and could only hope that the other party would not bother with a small person like him.

"Make way!"

The fat beggar shouted loudly, and used all his strength to separate the crowd. Then he knelt down without hesitation and said with his head on the ground: "I am blind and don't recognize the great man. Please be magnanimous and spare my life!"

Song Qingshu naturally couldn't guess why he was so arrogant at first and so respectful later, but these gang members were at most lower-middle-level and were definitely following orders. There was no need to waste time on them.

"drive!"

Song Qingshu pulled the reins and continued to move forward. Xiao Zhao, who was behind him, hooked the gold that fell on the ground with his whip and rolled it back into his hand. Then he made a face at the beggar who was kneeling on the ground.

"Sir, the Beggars' Sect is only a second-rate gang in the martial arts world. Why do you dare to act so high-profile?"

The two ran for a while and slowed down when they saw the city walls of Xianyang city come into view. Xiao Zhao thought about it all the way but couldn't guess the hidden truth, so he asked Song Qingshu.

"Hard to say."

"It's possible that Zhao Min deliberately spread the news that the six major sects and the Ming Cult had fought and both sides suffered losses, and someone in the Beggars' Sect took the opportunity to fan the flames and plot something bad."

On this trip, Song Qingshu chose to go to Xianyang City first to meet up with Xu Zhuo and others, and then go to Huashan together. They have been in Guanzhong for a long time, so they should know some news.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Zhao rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "Ms. Zhao's methods are of course extremely clever, but after meeting you, aren't you still restrained?"

"First, she asked you to agree to three things, and then she willingly gave you the scabbard of the Heavenly Sword. If she hadn't had feelings for you, how could she have given you such a big honor?" Song Qingshu glanced at her and was about to say, "Are you scared?" Xiao Zhao's charming smile suddenly disappeared. She sighed and said, "Miss Zhou from the Emei Sect, and Miss Zhao of noble status, I wonder if there will be Miss Li and Miss Wang in the future?"

"Will the young master still remember me, a little maid, by then?"

Song Qingshu felt amused in his heart, but remained expressionless. He turned his horse's head and walked closer, just looking at her quietly.

Xiao Zhao's face flushed red under Song Qingshu's gaze. She couldn't help but lower her head out of shame. Suddenly, a finger was gently touched in the middle of her forehead.

"No one can compare to you, Miss Xiao Zhao."

Soon they entered Xianyang city, and the two men, leading their horses, walked slowly towards the northwest where the Guan family's ancestral home was located.

"division"

"Young Master Song, you are here!"

It has been more than half a year since we last met in a hurry. As for the siege of Guangmingding by the six major sects, there has been a lot of discussion and rumors in the martial arts world.

Xu Zhuo and others were very happy to see Song Qingshu return safely. Just when they were about to call him "Master", they found that there was a beautiful girl beside him.

Therefore, after a slight pause, he addressed him as Young Master Song.

Song Qingshu also felt that the title of "Master" was a bit awkward, so he just went along with it.

"This is Miss Xiao Zhao. She has been with me through thick and thin on the Bright Summit. She will stay by my side in the future. She is not an outsider."

When Xiao Zhao heard Song Qingshu introduce her in this way, she felt shy and happy at the same time. However, she thought that with so many people present, she must not lose face for the young master.

Upon seeing this, everyone greeted Xiao Zhao one after another. Among them were two people whom Song Qingshu met for the first time. They were the descendants of Feng Qingyang and Song Qingyun, named Feng Changshu and Song Yan respectively.

The last time Xian Yutong ordered people to secretly seize the treasures hidden in the Guan family’s ancestral home, it was because these two people had heard the news in advance outside that Xu Zhuo and others were able to take precautions in time.

"Xian Yutong reaped the fruits of his own actions. He was poisoned by the golden silkworm Gu on Guangming Peak. He is now being taken back to Huashan by Elders Yue Yuntao and He Songyan to await his fate."

Song Qingshu picked out the important things to talk about first, and Xu Zhuo then presented the information he had collected over the past six months one by one. Most of them were people with evil intentions or Xian Yutong's cronies, who had escaped on the way back to the Central Plains from Kunlun Mountains in the Western Regions, so there was no need to waste time on them.

"Xu Zhuo, I came all the way from Wudang Mountain to Xianyang. On the way, people from the Beggars' Sect appeared to block the road. Did you hear any rumors about it?"

After everyone finished discussing the affairs of the Huashan Sect, Song Qingshu asked about the news of the Beggars' Sect. Xu Zhuo responded and his eyes fell on Feng Changshu beside him.

"Young Master Song, this matter is indeed very strange."

Feng Changshu clasped his fists and said, "Of the masters from the four sects of Shaolin, Emei, Kunlun, and Kongtong who went to the Western Regions, none have returned so far. The rumors are spreading in the martial arts world, saying that the evil sect is powerful and has left no one alive."

"And the sudden disappearance of thousands of Shaolin Temple monks caused an unprecedented uproar. At this time, no matter where the sects and gangs were, as long as there were people from the underworld, they were all on high alert, fearing that the Ming Cult wanted to unify the martial arts world and come knocking on their door." (End of this chapter)