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

Feng Changshu looked to be about thirty years old, with an ordinary appearance. At this moment, he was dressed as an ordinary traveling merchant, but he was very knowledgeable when talking about underworld affairs, and it was obvious that he was an expert at gathering information.

"But the Beggars' Sect, under the banner of irreconcilable hostility with the Ming Cult, has been parading around the city, not only contacting second- and third-rate gangs like the Giant Whale Clan, the Sea Sand Clan, and the Divine Fist Clan, but even unknown small sects like the Five Phoenix Blades and the Soul-Breaking Spear, clamoring to fight the Ming Cult to the death."

"But they haven't done much, but they've made a lot of money from shouting, and they seem to be catching up with the six major sects."

Song Qingshu nodded slowly. It seemed that even if Cheng Kun was captured, it did not stop Chen Youliang from causing trouble.

The world is in chaos now, with rebel armies rising up in rebellion everywhere. There are countless displaced persons, refugees, and starving people. In order to have a bite to eat, it is inevitable that they join the Beggars' Gang.

The snowball kept getting bigger and bigger, and naturally became the capital for the Beggars' Sect to show off its power.

Behind all this, Zhao Min's planning is definitely indispensable. The Ming Cult and the Central Plains martial arts world are like water and fire. Although people like Han Shantong, Xu Shouhui, Zhima Li and others are fighting against the Yuan Dynasty under the banner of the Ming Cult, as long as they are members of the Ming Cult, they will inevitably be feared by others.

It was a good opportunity to take advantage of the battle between the six major sects and the Ming Cult at Bright Summit to allow the Beggars' Sect to gather all the sects in the martial arts world and then fight the Ming Cult.

"They dare to openly block the road, I think it is to increase their momentum. After all, the Ming Cult has been divided for a long time. Although there is a new leader, it may not be able to withstand the simultaneous attack from the court and the martial arts world."

Song Qingshu pondered for a moment and said, "From today on, try to spread the news that the Ming Cult intends to make peace with the Central Plains martial arts community."

"As long as we are Han Chinese, we should work together to drive out the barbarians. After I take charge of Huashan Sect, I will contact Wudang Sect and together we will spread the news to the world."

After hearing this, Xu Zhuo and others responded one after another. Their ancestors were descendants of the Song Dynasty and they had all fought hard to defend Xiangyang.

Over the past hundred years, he has heard stories from his ancestors and experienced the tyranny of the Mongolian court himself. Now that Song Qingshu is taking the lead, he is naturally excited.

Early the next morning, Song Qingshu took Xiao Zhao and Xu Zhuo and a group of eight people to the Guan family's ancestral tomb outside Xianyang City to pay homage, and then went to Huashan together.

Among them, Guan Yuerou is also a girl, and is about the same age as Xiaozhao, so she is closer to him than the others.

In the afternoon, they arrived at the market town at the foot of the Jade Maiden Peak of Mount Huashan. Song Qingshu looked at the completely unfamiliar scene in front of him and shook his head silently.

"Young Master Song, Elders Yue and He should be waiting in Huayin County. Should we go meet them first, or go up the mountain directly?"

The last time they parted, in order to prevent Zhao Min from sending people to encircle Huashan, Song Qingshu had told Yue Yuntao and the others to be careful.

Moreover, there must be quite a few disciples of the Huashan Sect, and this small town cannot accommodate them all, so they have to settle in Huayin County.

“Go straight up the mountain.”

It will take some time to get to Huayin County from here. Besides, there might be some messy things after the two sides meet up. It is better to go to Yunv Peak first to see what the Huashan Sect has become.

Song Qingshu spoke and everyone followed his lead, immediately winding their way up the mountain.

When we reached halfway up the mountain, we suddenly heard a burst of noise from the mountain, which sounded like the sound of people playing finger-guessing games, drinking, and shouting.

"Yue Yuntao and He Songyan don't have the guts to do that."

Song Qingshu asked everyone to follow him, and then he rushed forward on his horse. After a hundred years of wind and rain, the place where a turn was originally required was repaired into a wide road, and the mountain gate could be seen at a glance.

The three words "Zuowang Temple" have disappeared without a trace, replaced by "Huashan Sect". The sword in the stone that was originally placed at the mountain gate has also disappeared.

"who?"

It was afternoon, and Yunu Peak was particularly hot. There were more than a hundred people sitting or standing on the terrace, most of them were untidy and even had their breasts exposed. There was a continuous sound of drinking and having fun, and some people were already drunk but still held the wine jar and shouted loudly with others.

Therefore, although Song Qingshu and his group went up the mountain, only the two people guarding not far from the mountain gate came forward to inquire. Judging from their attire, they were obviously disciples of the Beggar Gang.

As for the other party's question, Song Qingshu completely ignored it. He slowly swept his eyes over the people present and found that there was indeed not a single disciple of the Huashan Sect.

"If you don't tell me your true identity, you are a spy of the Demon Cult!"

"it is good!"

Song Qingshu gritted his teeth and spat out the word "OK", and then it was impossible to see how he made the move, and the two Beggar Gang disciples flew out backwards.

"There is only one person left who can talk, so don't hold back on the others!"

The ancestors of Xu Zhuo and others learned their skills at the Jade Maiden Peak of Mount Huashan. Although they have not been here for various reasons in recent years, they all regard this place as a holy place in their hearts.

Now seeing these shabby people in the martial arts world making the entire Jade Maiden Peak a mess, they would never let it go even without Song Qingshu's orders.

"Yes!"

Xu Zhuo flew forward and knocked down several people who came towards him without stopping. The rest of Cao Chengping and others followed closely behind him. They tore a gap in the opponents who surrounded them like a tiger among a flock of sheep.

"Son."

Ever since Xiao Zhao knew Song Qingshu, he had never seen him as furious as he was now, whether it was the great villain Cheng Kun or the despised Xian Yutong.

After a slight hesitation, she stepped forward, gently held his hand, and asked worriedly.

Song Qingshu did not answer, but just watched the fierce fight coldly.

Originally, there were no masters among the people on the platform, but as soon as the fighting started, people from various rooms came out with weapons and fought with Xu Zhuo and others. It was obvious that their martial arts skills were much higher than those burly men.

"It must be the bastards of the Demon Cult who came to Huashan to seek revenge, but these few people are nothing to worry about. Let's all fight together!"

The man in the lead was also dressed as a Beggar Gang disciple, carrying eight cloth bags on his back. He was undoubtedly the Eight Bags Elder of the Beggar Gang.

Xu Zhuo and Zhang Yao are the two people with the best martial arts skills on their side except Song Qingshu. Cao Chengping, Feng Qingshu and Song Yan are slightly inferior, and they are evenly matched with each other.

Although there were many enemies at this time, they were still able to gain the upper hand. However, after the eight-bag elder joined the battle with a dozen masters, they gradually lost sight of the overall situation.

"Xiao Zhao, hold the sword."

Song Qingshu handed the Yitian sword on his back to Xiao Zhao, and then his figure flashed and he rushed to the most intense fighting between the two sides in the blink of an eye. The people on the opposite side couldn't even see his face clearly, and they fell down almost in no particular order.

"There is no hero like you in the Demon Cult. Please tell me which sect you are from, so as to avoid any misunderstandings!"

The Eight-Bag Elder of the Beggar Gang saw the opportunity the fastest. He wanted to frame this group of people as members of the Demonic Cult and get rid of them easily to prevent them from getting out and affecting major events in the future.

But the martial arts of the young man in front of him were so incredible that none of the hundreds of people on his side could withstand his moves, so he immediately changed his words. (End of this chapter)