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"Big Brother, Qingshu is right. No matter what, it's not wrong to capture the person first."

Fortunately, Wudang has no shortage of knowledgeable people, Zhang Songxi supported Song Qingshu.

"Let's do it. This is not far from the capital. Let's make it quick. Big brother, take the Qian position. Second brother, take the Kun position. I'll take the Zhen position. Seventh brother, you take the Kan position. Qingshu, act according to the situation."

Zhang Songxi made the arrangements skillfully, which actually meant surrounding this group of people from the four directions of east, south, west and north.

"Qingshu, why are you following me?"

Seeing Song Qingshu following him, Mo Laoqi was surprised.

"I calculated with my fingers that the enemy is going to break out from Uncle Qi's side."

Although Mo Laoqi has a thick beard and looks not much different from his fellow brothers, he is really bad at martial arts.

As long as the enemy is not stupid, they know how to break through Mo Shenggu's weakness.

After they had surrounded the enemy, the five Wudang men started fighting right away without any further ado.

The group from Prince Ruyang's palace actually included not only the three of them, A'er, A'san and Gangxiang, but also more than ten followers.

After the fight started, the difference in skill between each person became apparent.

Song Yuanqiao, Song Qingshu and Yu Lianzhou were better at Qinggong and chased faster. Each of them caught a small boss and was in the center of the battle circle.

Zhang Songxi and Mo Laoqi could only stay on the periphery and clean up some of the henchmen and small fish.

Zhang Songxi might be used to hiding, not fighting or competing, so Mo Laoqi really can't catch up with him.

"Wudang swordsmanship, do you really want to make things difficult for my Shaolin sect?"

After only a few rounds of fighting, as the followers fell to the ground one after another and their lives or deaths were unknown, the situation turned in favor of the Wudang Sect, and Ah Er, who was fighting with Song Qingshu, shouted.

"It's already this late, why are you still pretending, a bunch of evil monks from the Vajra Sect. When did Shaolin accept so many disciples from the Western Regions, and how come no one in the martial arts world knows about it?"

In fact, if you pay more attention, you shouldn't be deceived by these people from their facial features. These people more or less have the characteristics of Central Asians.

Except for the three leaders, the others also used Shaolin Kung Fu.

The group of people went out obviously to bring hatred to Shaolin.

If Song Qingshu didn't have a grudge against Wudang, he really wouldn't want to bother with these people.

"You, the Wudang Sect, really dare to cause trouble for our Ruyang Palace. Do you really think we dare not send a large army to wipe out your Wudang Mountain?"

Ah Er spoke to Song Qingshu in a stern but cowardly manner.

In fact, A'er's martial arts skills are not low, especially in terms of internal strength, which is generally weak among the disciples of the Vajra Sect.

I don’t know whether he was really gifted in practicing internal skills, or whether he inherited some of Shaolin’s superior internal skills from the Yuan court after joining the Yuan court.

Even after Song Qingshu's skills had greatly improved, his internal strength was only comparable to Ah Er's.

Thanks to his various physical talents and the exquisite martial arts of the Wudang School, Song Qingshu was able to gain some advantages.

It’s not that easy to capture someone.

"When will you slaves be able to compete with the life of your Mongolian emperor?"

This is the world of martial arts, although there is no such thing as a one-on-one enemy.

But for a true master, it is not impossible to take the head of an enemy general from among thousands of people.

Yang Guo could seize the opportunity to kill the Mongolian Emperor Mongke, and Zhang Laodao's martial arts would not be inferior to Yang Guo's.

They did not imitate it once. First of all, after the death of the emperor, the Mongols had experience in defense, and it was not so easy to do so.

Another thing is that even if an emperor was killed, it would not solve the fundamental problem of the Mongols being in power.

The biggest reason is definitely that the Mongols have controlled the lives of too many Han people, so Zhang Laodao is afraid to act rashly.

Whether they can be killed or not, the Han people will be implicated and suffer an unexpected disaster.

"Qingshu, let me help you."

After Mo Shenggu dealt with the small fish, he let out a long roar and joined Song Qingshu's battle circle. He was going to snatch the monsters from Song Qingshu.

Seeing that Mo Laoqi was competing with him for the monster, Song Qingshu had no choice but to let Mo Laoqi in even though he was unhappy.

"Seventh brother, are you okay?" After clearing out the miscellaneous fish, Zhang Songxi, who had been patrolling the periphery, caught Mo Shenggu who was flying out.

It might be because he saw how easily Song Qingshu suppressed Ah Er.

After coming in, Mo Laoqi did not use his best sword skills to fight the enemy. Instead, he used the Wudang Zhenshan Palm to compete with Ah Er, who was obviously well-versed in external skills.

He immediately flew out of the battle circle the same way he came in.

There are always people in the world who like to revel in other people's affairs. They don't like to take advantage of others' strengths and attack their weaknesses, but like to challenge their own weaknesses.

Mo Shenggu is obviously one of them.

"How dare you hurt my Seventh Uncle!"

Mo Laoqi's flying in and out actually made some contribution. When Ah Er was distracted by Mo Laoqi, he inevitably revealed his flaws.

Song Qingshu took the opportunity to launch an offensive, using the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen, each move aimed at Ah Er's Shenmen acupoint.

With just three moves, one of Ah Er's wrists was broken.

He took advantage of his weakness to kill him, and then used three more moves to cripple Ah Er's other wrist.

"Qingshu, spare his life under the sword."

When Song Qingshu wanted to cut Ah Er's neck, Zhang Songxi shouted in time.

"Fourth Uncle, these are all Tartar running dogs. Why should we keep them alive?"

"Leave the thief here, interrogate him thoroughly, and let your third uncle kill the enemy with his own hands."

This should be Zhang Songxi's way of letting Yu Daying vent the depression that has been pent up in his heart for many years.

"Okay, then I'll charge you some interest first."

As he spoke, Song Qingshu kicked A'er's legs and broke them.

Although Song Qingshu also learned the acupoint pressing technique of Wudang, but he thought that every martial arts master had his own set of methods to open and release acupoints.

When fighting for life and death, Song Qingshu did not trust this method, and he trusted physical injuries more.

"what…"

Ah Er is obviously not as tough as Yu Daying. Even when Yu Daying had all his bones broken, he didn't scream so miserably.

"Stop shouting! Do you want to attract your Mongolian soldiers to their deaths?"

Song Qingshu pressed Ah Er's mute point and said, this is quite useful.

"Qingshu, how come your skills are so high now that even Uncle Qi is not as good as you?"

Mo Laoqi asked after he caught his breath.

"I encountered a small opportunity and my skills improved a lot."

After replying to Mo Shenggu, Song Qingshu looked at the other two battlefields, which were actually nearing their end.

Song Yuanqiao was dealing with Gangxiang. The reason why he was so hesitant and failed to resolve the issue was that Song Yuanqiao was obviously wary of Gangxiang and had not taken any strong measures.

Otherwise, Song Qingshu would think that Gangxiang, who practiced the Vajra Palm, was the easiest to deal with among the three brothers and it wouldn't be so difficult to defeat him.

Although Gangxiang may be the senior brother of the three, there is not much age difference between them, so the senior brother does not necessarily mean he is stronger.

The one Yu Lianzhou was fighting against was Asan, who was a gifted person. He was born with supernatural powers and was a genius in external martial arts. His Vajra skills were insidious and vicious, and anyone who touched him would be hurt. This kind of opponent was difficult to deal with.

Although Yu Lianzhou has the highest martial arts skills among the few people, it is normal that he cannot win quickly.

Although external skills are difficult to practice, if they are practiced to the same level as internal skills, external skills are more suitable for fighting and are difficult to restrain. They belong to the category of martial artists with high defense and thick blood. "Let's go back to Wudang Mountain."

After waiting for a while, when Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou had defeated their opponents, Zhang Songxi gave the command.

"You go first, I'll follow."

Song Qingshu replied.

"What are you going to do again?" Song Yuanqiao said unhappily. What he hated most was that Song Qingshu was not sociable.

"I'll clean up the battlefield and remove all traces to avoid being tracked."

These people may have more experience in the underworld than Song Qingshu, but when it comes to how to deal with the aftermath of murder and arson, Song Qingshu has more experience than many others.

What's more, Song Qingshu was still thinking about the spoils of war from defeating this group of people, including seven or eight fine horses from Dayuan in the Western Regions that the few people could not take away.

Although perhaps the Mongols' own Mongolian horses were more suitable for the battlefield.

However, in terms of pure maximum speed and appearance, the Dayuan horse is far superior to the Mongolian horse.

Mongolian horses are short and small, mainly because they have good endurance, are tough and easy to feed, which is why they are so powerful.

When Song Qingshu was traveling around the world, being handsome was his top priority. It was impossible for him to just leave so many good horses behind.

After entering the small world, Song Qingshu was able to travel day and night, and cover a thousand miles a day by changing the horse but not the person.

If you want to do something, it will be much more convenient if you have no doubts.

"Qingshu has indeed been through a lot. Let's go first. If the Mongols catch up, there will be a lot of trouble."

After Zhang Songxi recognized Song Qingshu's martial arts and wisdom, he obviously trusted Song Qingshu much more than Song Yuanqiao.

After taking the three captives, the four Wudang heroes returned to the mountain and did not do anything else.

If you stay in the wild on the road and don't go into the city, you won't encounter so many unfair things.

If you only walk on secluded paths, you will hardly encounter even bandits and pirates.

It only took ten days for the few people to rush back to Wudang Mountain.

"Master Song, I've already told you that I'm a spy sent by Shaolin to the imperial court."

Even when he arrived at Wudang Mountain, Gangxiang was still trying to make excuses.

The main reason is that Song Yuanqiao has been highly praised by his fellow martial artists in recent years.
I am much more compassionate than when I was young.

Even some of his fellow junior brothers now think that Song Yuanqiao is a goody-goody.

"Then wait for me to write a letter to Shaolin." Song Yuanqiao was actually somewhat persuaded by Gang Xiang.

"Father, how could we really send a letter to Shaolin? Shaolin would come after us when there's nothing to do. If you really inform Shaolin, even if we confirm Gangxiang's identity as a spy, will Shaolin still let us solve it ourselves?"

Song Qingshu pulled Song Yuanqiao out.

He may be good in other aspects, but this person doesn't understand political struggles.

Shaolin's biggest task at this stage is to attack Wudang's momentum in all aspects.

When the six sects surrounded Wudang, Shaolin was the leader.

It took Zhang Cuishan's life to get Shaolin to temporarily give up, and now Song Yuanqiao is going to take the initiative to hand a knife to Shaolin.

"If Gang Xiang was not really a spy sent by Shaolin to the Yuan court, why did he keep saying this?"

Song Yuanqiao hesitated and said that it was really difficult for the martial arts world to seek revenge with the same solid evidence as the government.

"Then have you ever thought that Gang Xiang is a double agent? Even if he is not a double agent, Gang Xiang is a loyal soldier of the Yuan court. He can make Shaolin come to Wudang Mountain to ask for people. It is not appropriate for Wudang to give them or not. Isn't it enough to provoke the relationship between Wudang and Shaolin?"

Although the relationship between Wudang and Shaolin no longer needs to be sown.

But Shaolin always needs an excuse to attack Wudang.

Wudang captured Shaolin disciples and handed them over to Shaolin for punishment. Wudang had no face to save itself.

If they don't, the two factions will become enemies and have an excuse to target each other.

The good martial arts world has developed into a Mission Impossible format because of the involvement of political figures such as the Yuan court. The fighting and killing has become a matter of who is more insidious. The style of the story is really unbearable.

The three from the Vajra Gate have been brainwashed by the Ruyang Palace and are not afraid of death.

Gangxiang was still trying to struggle, and it was obvious that he still wanted to use his last life to make some contribution to the Yuan court.

"Let me think about this matter carefully." Song Yuanqiao's brain was overloaded, and he could only put it off until later because he couldn't figure it out.

"What else is there to think about? If it wasn't to sow discord between the two factions, why did Yuan Ting insist on using Shaolin martial arts to cripple Third Uncle?"

Although there is no definite evidence, Song Qingshu can find a lot of flaws for Song Yuanqiao.

If we were to ask for the news from the Vajra Sect, the powerful Vajra Finger injured Yu Daying, and Shaolin never informed Wudang Vajra Sect of the news of the inheritance.

Even if Song Yuanqiao doesn't regard these as evidence, what can Song Qingshu do?

"Qingshu, I am here to persuade the eldest brother, you should go see your third uncle first."

Zhang Songxi advised Song Qingshu that other people could say the same thing more forcefully than Song Qingshu.

"Big Brother, what Qingshu said makes sense..."

After hearing that Zhang Songxi understood the situation, Song Qingshu stopped worrying about things here.

Gangxiang has no personal grudge against Song Qingshu, so his life or death has little to do with Song Qingshu.

This person is actually just a minor character. After his identity is exposed, it is difficult for him to cause any damage.

"Uncle San, no matter who Gang Xiang is, there is no doubt that these two are the thieves who are trying to harm you. Go ahead."

In this room, the sixth and seventh brothers accompanied Yu Daying to seek revenge personally.

"Third brother, let's do it (Third brother, let's do it)." The sixth and seventh brothers followed suit.

"Go ahead and give me a quick death." Asan also shouted at Yu Daying.

"It's really you. I have never dared to forget your voice in these ten years."

When Yu Daying heard Asan's voice, his eyes turned red.

"So what if it's me? Who told you to be so stubborn and not tell me the whereabouts of the Dragon Slaying Sword?"

Even when death was imminent, Asan was still provoking Yu Daying. He was a wolf.

The enemy dared to provoke him. Of course, Yu Daying couldn't help but have a bad temper. He activated the Wudang Zhenshan Palm and hit the two men on the head.

Just like ordinary people slapping watermelons, he slapped one after another, almost smashing it to pieces:
"I wish I could chop you into pieces to vent my hatred!"

"It's a good deal for both of them."

Looking at the grief and anger on Yu Daying's face, Song Qingshu said with regret that it was too easy for the two people to die.

"Because of you two beasts, it's a pity for my good fifth brother."

Yu Daying's face had a complex expression, showing the joy of revenge, relief from the suffering he had endured for many years, and endless regret, which finally turned into silent tears.

"Uncle San, Fifth Uncle's affairs are not your fault."

Song Qingshu comforted Yu Daying.

You can blame the six major sects, you can blame Ah San, you can blame Du Dajin's Longmen Escort Agency, you can blame Zhang Cuishan's own fragility, you can blame Yin Susu forcing Zhang Cuishan to choose between the two, but you can never blame Yu Daying.

No matter what, Yin Susu was the cause of Yu Daying's disability, and there is no reason why Yu Daying cannot resent her.

"Uncle Six, Uncle Seven, Uncle Three is exhausted now. Please send him back to rest." (End of this chapter)