Snow Color

The next morning, Zhiruo woke up early. Today, the six major sects besieged the Ming Cult, and everything seemed to be going very smoothly. However, when everyone arrived at Guangmingding, Zhiruo keenly noticed something strange - many of the Ming Cult members were now injured.

As expected, the final outcome did not change, Zhang Wuji appeared in front of everyone as usual. Zhiruo could clearly feel that the internal force in his body was becoming more powerful and profound.

With his profound skills and outstanding abilities, as well as his own moral character, Zhang Wuji successfully persuaded the masters of various sects to give up the idea of ​​continuing to attack Guangmingding.

This time, it was not Zhou Zhiruo who stabbed Zhang Wuji with the sword, but the Emei nun herself and Zhang Wuji. The nun Miejue held the Yitian Sword and her swordsmanship was exquisite. Although Zhang Wuji did not want to hurt the nun, he still hurt her in his resistance. Zhang Wuji was about to fly to catch the nun. Seeing this, everyone from the Emei sect came forward to avenge their master, but none of them were hurt at all. In the end, the nun Miejue could only give up unwillingly.

At this time, the Wudang sect member standing next to Zhiruo noticed that the martial arts Zhang Wuji displayed was actually the unique Wudang sect skill, the Tiyunzong! Song Yuanqiao was shocked to see this, and he really couldn't figure out where this young man had learned this skill from.

Next, when he met the Wudang Sect, Zhang Wuji did not hesitate to introduce himself. Hearing this name, Song Yuanqiao, Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu were overjoyed. They never expected that the long-lost Wuji was still alive and had grown into a man with great martial arts skills and deep friendship. For Zhang Wuji's father, their beloved fifth brother, this was undoubtedly ecstatic news.

Zhiruo always stayed by Song Qingshu's side silently. She stared at the young man who was once elegant and graceful, but now exuded an indescribable loneliness. Zhiruo gently reached out her hand and held Song Qingshu's tightly clenched fist, as if to give him a touch of warmth and comfort. She whispered to him: "No matter when and where, I will always be with you." These words were like a spring breeze, which made Song Qingshu's heart tremble slightly.

When Song Qingshu heard the name "Zhang Wuji", he could not help but feel a strong sense of jealousy. He watched his father and uncles rush to Zhang Wuji and ask about his recent situation with concern. Those warm scenes pierced Song Qingshu's heart like a sharp sword.

Childhood memories came flooding back to him, when he was the only child on Mount Wudang. However, unlike the doting he had imagined, his father was extremely strict with him, forcing him to start practicing martial arts at an early age. Although the days of practicing martial arts were boring, Song Qingshu knew his father's expectations, and he tried his best to win his father's favor.

However, the turning point of fate came on that day that changed everything. Song Yuanqiao brought back a younger Zhang Wuji. From then on, his master, father, and uncles took great care of Zhang Wuji and treated him like a treasure. Whenever he played with Zhang Wuji, his father always blamed him for neglecting his studies and not making progress; but the same behavior was placed on Zhang Wuji, but he received completely different treatment and preference. Sometimes, he even suffered severe reprimands just because Zhang Wuji was naughty.

This unfair treatment filled Song Qingshu with grievance and resentment, and he gradually felt that he had lost the favor he deserved in Wudang Mountain. And Zhang Wuji became a person he could never get along with peacefully in his heart, a person he envied and resented.

Now he is back, his illness is cured, his inner strength is so deep, his martial arts are extraordinary, Song Qingshu seems to have returned to that time, his heart is very uneasy. But he felt Zhiruo's hand holding him, he turned his head and looked at Zhiruo's eyes full of concern. He is relaxed now, although he has nothing now, but Zhiruo will always be with him, thinking of this, Song Qingshu's heart is very warm.

At this moment, Tuanzi quickly distributed the antidote to everyone in Wudang. At the same time, just as Zhiruo had planned, a note quietly appeared in the hands of the leader of each sect.

The leaders of various sects were shocked and looked at each other in bewilderment at the sudden note in their hands. When they confirmed that they were holding the same note in each other's hands, they felt relieved. Song Yuanqiao also had this mysterious note in his hand, but he did not start reading it immediately. The reason was that Yin Liting was extremely depressed after learning about Ji Xiaofu's betrayal. He could not bear such a blow, so he ran away. At this moment, Song Yuanqiao was saying goodbye to Wuji.

When they just stepped out of Guangmingding, other major sects had already gathered in front, quietly waiting for their arrival. Song Yuanqiao exchanged glances with Song Qingshu beside him, but for some reason, Song Yuanqiao stepped forward.

"Master Song, do you think this is true? This can't be a trick of the evil cult, to make us terrified and finally catch us all in one fell swoop." The leader of a certain sect said indignantly.

Song Yuanqiao was puzzled, but when he saw the notes in their hands and took a look, although he was a little shocked, he didn't think so.

"This could not possibly be done by the Ming Cult!" Song Yuanqiao said firmly, "At this moment, everyone in the Ming Cult is already wounded and exhausted, especially most of them are seriously injured and unable to recover. How could they take action so quickly? If it was really them who did it, wouldn't it be tantamount to self-destruction? After all, there are only a few people coming this time, and there are still many masters from other sects and schools left. If this matter spreads, and the major sects know that the Ming Cult dared to act like this, then it will surely be besieged by all the martial artists, and then the Ming Cult may be reduced to ashes and no longer exist! So in my opinion, the Ming Cult will never destroy itself."

"Since it wasn't done by the Demon Cult, then what exactly caused this sudden change?" Everyone was puzzled and asked.

Song Yuanqiao pondered for a long time and then spoke slowly: "According to my inference, it is very likely that a certain mysterious force is secretly at work. This force must have known about our attack on Guangmingding long ago, and calculated the timing to take advantage of the situation, intending to reap the benefits when both sides are defeated and destroy us all in one fell swoop. This is probably just a tip from a good person to remind us to be vigilant!"