From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 29
The disciples sent by Wudang to participate in the siege of Guangmingding are all first-rate and second-rate masters, so the return journey is quite fast.

Half the distance has been run in three days.

"There is a small town ahead, let's rest for one night and continue on our way tomorrow!" As the evening approached on the third day, Song Yuanqiao ordered to come down.

Of course everyone agrees, after all, riding a horse every day is really too boring.

"Xiao Zhao, get up and follow me around the city!" Zhang Wuji was dressed in a moon-white robe with a long sword on his waist, looking like a handsome young man.

Not to mention that since Xiao Zhao made clothes for him, his overall appearance has improved qualitatively.

Walking on the street now, the rate of turning heads is as high as [-]%.

That's right, his current appearance can be said to make women scream when they see it, and men cry when they see it...

Two days ago, I was passing by a farm, and a girl from an old wealthy landlord happened to come out to play, and she fell in love with him immediately, and sent more than 20 servants on the spot to snatch him to marry him.

If Zhang Wuji hadn't seen the opportunity and ran away, I'm afraid the bridal chamber has already entered...

There are not many people in the small town, and as dusk approaches, most people are in a hurry.

Zhang Wuji took Xiao Zhao to find a restaurant that looked pretty good, ordered a few dishes and a jug of good wine, and was about to have a good meal.

Song Qingshu walked in hesitantly at the door.

Zhang Wuji couldn't help but put down the chopsticks he had just raised, feeling a little speechless, thinking what was going on with this guy, he had been following behind his ass intentionally or unintentionally since he came down from the top of the light.

Could it be that this is a comrade who has also taken a fancy to himself?

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji broke out in a cold sweat.

But after thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong. Isn't this guy Zhou Zhiruo's licking dog?

"Wuji, do you mind if I sit down?" Song Qingshu hesitated and finally leaned over.

Zhang Wuji said in his heart that you are so fucking sitting, what else can I say!

"What's the matter?" Zhang Wuji asked after drinking a glass of wine.

"I want to ask Junior Brother Wuji one thing!" Now that he opened his mouth, Song Qingshu let go, and his expression became normal.

"Whatever, I will do it if I can!" Zhang Wuji said loudly.

Song Qingshu said with joy on his face: "I would like to ask Junior Brother Wuji to release Junior Sister Zhiruo from Guangmingding."

"So it's this matter, it's very simple, I can do it with just one sentence!" Zhang Wuji said casually.

"Really?"

"Thank you so much, Junior Brother. I'll treat Junior Brother to a drink when I return to Wudang." Song Qingshu didn't expect Zhang Wuji to be so easy-going. At this moment, he really wanted to make friends with Zhang Wuji.

Because Zhang Wuji is now the leader of Mingjiao, it is impossible to compete with him for the head of Wudang.

Not only that, when he becomes the head of the Wudang School in the future, with Zhang Wuji's relationship, Mingjiao will also be his great help.

"But I don't know how to say this, I'm afraid I will disappoint Senior Brother Song." Zhang Wuji said lightly without changing his expression.

"What?" Song Qingshu thought he heard it wrong.

"I said, Zhou Zhiruo is still useful to me, and it is impossible to let her go in the short term." Zhang Wuji repeated.

"Junior brother, how about giving me some face?" Song Qingshu begged.

Zhang Wuji shook his head, his voice was still flat: "Senior Brother Song, we don't seem to know each other well!"

"you……!"

Song Qingshu stood up abruptly, staring at Zhang Wuji with an ugly expression.

"Zhang Wuji, don't think that you are great just because you are the leader of Mingjiao. If you hadn't been for my father and all the masters to heal your wounds with the cold poison of Xuanming God's palm in your body, you would have died a long time ago. How could you be where you are today? , is this how you repay me Wudang?"

"Senior Brother Song, to be honest, I am willing to talk to you so much for the sake of my uncle. Don't think that you are now the sure master of Wudang, and you can represent Wudang."

"Let me tell you, even if I am the leader of Mingjiao, I can also serve as the leader of Wudang."

"You can't represent Wudang, and you don't have that much face."

Zhang Wuji said with a wave of his sleeves: "Go away, before my mood turns bad!"

Song Qingshu only felt a huge gust of wind blowing towards his face, and pushed him directly out of the restaurant.

"Zhang Wuji, you are too deceitful!" Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and was about to draw his sword.

At this moment, a hand was pressed on the hilt of his sword.

Song Qingshu looked back and found that it was Zhang Songxi, the Fourth Master Uncle.

"Go back!" Zhang Songxi remained expressionless.

"Fourth Martial Uncle, Zhang Wuji..." Song Qingshu looked angrily.

"I told you to go back, didn't you understand?" Zhang Songxi's voice was low.

"Hmph!" Song Qingshu snorted coldly, and reluctantly withdrew his sword and left.

Zhang Songxi looked at his back and shook his head in disappointment.

He turned around and walked into the restaurant, sat down beside Zhang Wuji and said, "Wuji, you could have refused more tactfully, why make the relationship so stiff."

"I don't like him, and I don't want to be harassed by him again!"

"It's very good. Everyone hates each other, so I just don't." Zhang Wuji said with a smile.

"Ugh!"

Zhang Songxi picked up the jug and poured himself a glass of wine with emotion: "Qing Shu is like a spoiled child who has never grown up. We are also to blame for this."

"He's not a child, he's smart!" Zhang Wuji pointed out.

Zhang Songxi was taken aback for a moment, thinking of the conversation he had just heard between the two, he seemed to realize something.

"Forget it, let's not talk about him!"

Zhang Songxi shook his head, drank another glass of wine and said: "I came to you for two things, the first one is to ask for the second senior brother, he wants to know if you have any tricks that will help you understand the sword energy. "

Seeing Zhang Wuji's weird face, Zhang Songxi suddenly smiled wryly: "He is thin-skinned and refuses to ask you, a junior, for advice. That's all right. He also asks me to drink every day. I get dizzy after drinking, and there's nothing I can do about it!"

Zhang Wuji babbled, almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

He really didn't expect the Second Senior Uncle to look serious and have such a cute side.

"Actually, there's no trick. It's just that the sword qi will come out by itself after practicing. I don't think it's difficult. Why hasn't the second master been successful for more than ten years?" Zhang Wuji is actually very puzzled about this matter.

"Listen, are you speaking human language?"

Zhang Songxi was speechless: "Fortunately, it wasn't your second uncle who came here today, otherwise he would be mad at you to death."

Zhang Wuji scratched his head in embarrassment, had to think carefully, and said hesitantly: "If there is really any trick, I think it should be to obey the heart, and the sword energy is more like an extension of the spirit. It is a mysterious state, and it can only be generated when it resonates with the sword, I can’t say exactly, anyway, it’s belief or something.”

Zhang Songxi was confused, but still remembered Zhang Wuji's words, and prepared to go back and tell the second senior brother.

"Second thing, how are you going to deal with the members of the five sects of Guangming?" When he asked this sentence, Zhang Songxi's expression became a little dignified.

"Use them to force the five sects and the Mingjiao to rebel." Zhang Wuji didn't hide anything, and directly stated his intentions.

"Then you return to Wudang this time...?"

"That's right, Master Uncle is a little hesitant about this matter. I'm going to meet Grand Master personally to persuade him to let Wudang join the Mingjiao rebel army." Zhang Wuji said firmly.

"Wuji, have you ever thought about what to do if you fail?"

"The big deal is to retreat to the mountains to fight guerrilla warfare. The Mongolian iron cavalry who conquered the world 100 years ago were no match for us. What can we do now?"

Zhang Wuji said indifferently.

"But... a lot of people will die like this!" Zhang Songxi hesitated.

"How can there be no undead in rebellion, which one kills more people than the Mongol Tartars?"

"Fourth Uncle, peasant uprisings are happening one after another in the land of China, like wildfire starting a prairie fire. What is lacking is a real leading organizer."

"We people in Jianghu have mastered great power and should play our due responsibilities."

"If no one is willing to be the pioneer, then I, Zhang Wuji, would like to be the first in the world."

(End of this chapter)