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

"Master, the great thief, Monk Tunyun Dingguang, has appeared in the Tongguan area and has committed two major crimes."

Song Yan, who was in charge of gathering news from the martial arts world, hurried to Zhengqi Hall that day to report to Song Qingshu, who was instructing Xu Zhuo and others on how to teach martial arts more effectively.

"Monk Tunyun?"

"Yes, this lecherous monk was originally a disciple of Shaolin Temple, but he was wild and hard to tame. More than ten years ago, he roamed the martial arts world, relying on his Vajra Prajna Palm and the unique skill of crossing the river with a reed, and his footprints were all over most of the Central Plains."

Song Yan confirmed: "He was afraid of the Mongolian Tartars' power, so he targeted the Han people. Other sects either did not want to interfere in Shaolin's internal affairs, or they were not sure of winning, so they let the lecherous monk go unpunished."

"Later, in order to clear the Shaolin sect, the Discipline Institute sent more than ten masters of the Yuan generation to capture him. As a result, Monk Tunyun was seriously injured and escaped, but he also killed more than half of the Shaolin sect's masters."

Xu Zhuo, who was the oldest, had also heard the rumor. He nodded and said, "After that, he disappeared. Everyone in the martial arts world thought he was punished by heaven, but they didn't expect him to show up again more than ten years later."

Zhang Yao, who had the highest martial arts skills among the group, showed a bit of difficulty on his face. “More than a dozen Shaolin monks of the Yuan generation couldn’t defeat him. It seems his martial arts skills are not inferior to Kunlun Sect’s head, He Taichong.”

"No problem, I'll go there myself."

Now that there are more and more disciples in the sect, there are also many poor people who need resettlement and relief. Although the Huashan Sect has a rich financial foundation, and the three wealthy people, Cao Chengping, Feng Changshu, and Guan Yuerou, are willing to give out most of their property, it is impossible for them to just sit back and enjoy all the wealth.

Furthermore, over the years, all merchants, shops, and farmers near Huashan have been exploited by Xian Yutong to the point where they can hardly survive. The land deeds and shops that He Songyan had presented to them before are proof of this.

Therefore, after Song Qingshu took office as the head of Huashan Sect, he took the initiative to reduce the rent by half and cancelled the previous monthly tribute money, in order to leave as many ways for the Han people who had suffered so much to survive.

However, in this case, it is imperative to increase revenue and reduce expenditure. Therefore, in addition to allowing disciples of the Huashan Sect to participate in production, masters such as Xu Zhuo will also accept some bounties and bonuses, so they can earn money while punishing evil.

As for troublesome characters like Monk Tunyun who are difficult to deal with, Song Qingshu will do it personally, but he is still needed in the Huashan Sect, so he cannot go too far away.

As for Monk Tunyun, he must have received the news that the entire Shaolin Sect was captured, so he dared to show up again to commit crimes, but he didn't expect to run into Song Qingshu.

"Hua Hong offered a reward of 100 taels of gold. A portion of the stolen goods from Monk Tunyun has been returned. The rest is all here."

"Xiao Zhao, you and Yue Rou should count and record the items in the account book, and then ask Elder He to take people to buy more food and cloth to prepare for the beginning of winter this year."

Monk Tunyun was quite cautious. After committing two major crimes, he immediately fled far away. Song Qingshu had the Yitian Sword in his hand, and it took him less than three moves to defeat him, but it took him a whole day and night to catch up with him.

"Yes, sir. Xiao Zhao has made note of it."

Seeing that Song Qingshu looked exhausted, Xiao Zhao hurried to get him some water to wash. Now the entire Huashan Sect depends on him, and not all problems can be solved by martial arts. You can imagine how heavy a burden this is.

"By the way, sir, earlier today, Brother Zhang Yao said that someone sent a letter and brought a lot of gifts."

"But when you ask him who asked him to write this letter, he won't say a word and only says that he is a friend of Master Song of Huashan Sect. You will understand after you read the letter." After hearing this, Song Qingshu had already vaguely guessed who wrote it. After washing his hands and face, he took the envelope and unfolded it. Sure enough, it was the woman's handwriting.

"It has been more than three months since we parted hastily at Wudang Mountain. I heard that Young Master Song went to Yunv Peak to take charge of the Huashan Sect. Although I find it puzzling, Young Master Song is a contemporary hero. His courage and spirit are certainly different from those of ordinary people."

The handwriting on the letter is vigorous and charming, with a sense of the interweaving of the wind and sand from the border and the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Among Zhao Zhijing's disciples back then, there was a student named Cao Qinghua who was best at calligraphy and painting. Thanks to this, although he has now become Song Qingshu, his attainments in calligraphy are still extraordinary.

At this moment, seeing that the hairpin-flowered small regular script has both form and spirit, and is completed in one breath, it is obvious that the person holding the pen has the demeanor of a master in calligraphy.

Looking at the gilded carvings on the letter raft, it is extremely valuable and even ordinary officials and wealthy people cannot even dream of getting it.

"Although you and I each serve our own masters, I still hope that we can be friends. Besides, who can control all the affairs of the world? As the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, I will give you mooncakes and osmanthus wine as a token of my appreciation."

The signature reads "Bianliang Zhao Min". Although the content of the letter ends here, one can still smell the elegant fragrance.

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Song Qingshu read the letter. With Zhao Min's strength, it would be easy for her to find out some information. Besides, the fact that Song Qingshu became the head of Huashan Sect had been widely circulated in the martial arts world in the past two months.

But why is it that Zhao Min, who should have had a secret crush on Zhang Wuji, is now hesitant to talk to Song Qingshu? Is it really because Yan Zhi is right?
Song Qingshu sighed silently, reached out and touched his angular face, but for a moment he was unable to determine the truth, so he simply ignored it.

Although Xiao Zhao was not in a position to read the letter with Song Qingshu, she also made a rough guess. However, she thought that her young master was handsome, talented in both civil and military affairs, and it would be strange if no girl liked him. Therefore, she smiled and did not feel jealous at all.

"Sir, most of the gifts that were sent to the mountain have been moved to the warehouse. Only this brocade box has a note saying "Hereinto from Sect Leader Song of Huashan", so I took it."

The brocade box was two feet square, extremely gorgeous with inlaid gold and colorful patterns, yet it did not feel heavy in the hand.

At this time, Song Qingshu still couldn't completely trust Zhao Min, so he was extra careful to prevent any mechanism from being hidden in the brocade box. However, after opening it, he only saw two squares. On the left was a small wine jar with a note attached that read "intestinal poison", and on the right was a green jade mooncake, which was very delicately carved.

Alcohol is a poison that penetrates the intestines, and mooncakes can only be looked at but not eaten. It is indeed difficult to guess what this person is thinking.

Xiao Zhao looked at it from the side and suddenly said, "Mooncakes, mooncakes, don't they imply the meaning of the bright moon expressing lovesickness, as for this wine."

"When the person you miss is thousands of miles away, no matter how good the wine is, it will taste bitter. It is most appropriate to call it a poison that penetrates the intestines."

Song Qingshu shook his head slightly, thinking that it was no wonder that the Mongolian soldiers and the people from the Five Gangs and Thirteen Societies had not come to Huashan to cause trouble for such a long time. Now it seemed that it was most likely Zhao Min who gave the order behind the scenes.

Just this thought (End of this chapter)