Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

"Identity?"

Song Qingshu looked at Song Qingshu who was coming up and Zhou Zhiruo murmured to himself.

He'd thought about this before.

Although Zhou Zhiruo has good talent, she has not been exposed to any advanced martial arts since she was a child.

Before Master Miejie's death, he mainly cultivated Zhou Zhiruo's character and martial arts slowly.

But now... Master Miejie is dead, and Zhou Zhiruo's temperament has changed drastically.

Zhou Zhiruo has been in the Emei Sect since she was a child, except for a few years in Wudang.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the Emei Sect is everything to Zhou Zhiruo.

"Xie Xun should have agreed." Song Qingshu retracted his gaze and sat down again, a calm voice sounded.

"Zhou Zhiruo should have told Zhang Wuji and Xie Xun a lot."

"Xie Xun probably didn't say anything to Mingjiao."

"What did the Mingjiao say?" Yang Xue knew that Song Qingshu had received many letters during this period, and the Mingjiao must be among them.

She was still thinking about what Mingjiao thought.

Song Qingshu smiled: "What are you talking about?"

"Grandpa White-Browed Eagle King told me to ask clearly and listen to Zhang Wuji first."

"He is afraid that I will beat Zhang Wuji again. Many people are worried about Zhang Wuji being injured on Spirit Snake Island."

"As for Yang Xiao, I talked about the situation of the ancient tomb, and then talked about the Mingjiao's views and respect for Xiao Zhao."

"The news about Spirit Snake Island has spread, and the Mingjiao knows exactly why Xiao Zhao went to the Persian Mingjiao."

Yang Xue was not too surprised by this. She looked at Song Qingshu and asked, "What on earth do you think?"

"Xiao Zhao's side is equivalent to your marriage, and Zhang Wuji has no objection."

"Now that Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo are having such a quarrel, it's indeed a bit embarrassing."

"Wudang is probably in trouble too. After all, Zhou Zhiruo is the head of the Emei Sect, and the Emei Sect has a close relationship with Wudang."

"In some respects, the marriage between the Emei Sect and Wudang is a good thing."

"I don't know." Song Qingshu breathed out: "I was angry when I found out."

"But think about it...it's helpless."

"Zhou Zhiruo actually stayed in Wudang for a long time. Many people in Wudang like Zhou Zhiruo very much."

"This girl was sensible even when she was little."

"The marriage between the head of the Emei Sect and a direct disciple of the third generation of Wudang is indeed a happy event."

"But Zhou Zhiruo's problem is very troublesome."

Yang Xue frowned slightly, and she recognized Song Qingshu's meaning: "Are you afraid that something will happen to Zhou Zhiruo, or are you afraid that Zhang Wuji, Wudang, and Emei will not be able to account for Zhou Zhiruo's accident?"

"Both." Song Qingshu took Yang Xue's hand and looked at Yang Xue with bitterness and helplessness in his eyes.

"Xue'er, I don't even know whether I will survive in the end."

"Wudang needs direct descendants..."

"If I'm not here, Zhang Wuji will be the only direct descendant. Nothing can happen to Zhang Wuji."

"You and I don't have time to stay behind."

"Time is too tight."

Yang Xue's heart suddenly trembled, and she had a bad feeling at this moment.

The hand held by Song Qingshu tightened his grip.

"Qingshu...what are you going to do!"

She was sure that Song Qingshu was preparing something, and it was not a trivial matter.

Song Qingshu is not a person without confidence, but now he is actually making arrangements for the future.

Judging from the current situation in the Central Plains, the Central Plains has a great chance of winning.

Zhang Wuji has grown up now.

As long as Zhang Wuji joins them in forming the Seven Zhenwu Formation, there shouldn't be much trouble later.

"It's nothing." Song Qingshu noticed Yang Xue's worry, smiled and shook his head slightly.

"After all, no one can predict the final battle, so be prepared for what lies ahead."

Yang Xue's eyes showed a firm look: "You will be fine."

"We will win..."

"Yes, I will win." Song Qingshu smiled.

At this time... Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo had already walked up.

The distance between the two of them, Song Qingshu and Yang Xue, was only ten feet.

Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo just stood there.

"Come and sit." Yang Xue saw the tension between Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo, and waved with a smile.

Song Qingshu glanced at Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo and drank alone.

Don't want to pay attention at all.

"Thank you, sister-in-law." Zhang Wuji smiled bitterly at Yang Xue.

While speaking, he pulled Zhou Zhiruo's hand.

Zhou Zhiruo looked at Yang Xue in the distance and bowed slightly, then shouted: "Thank you, sister-in-law."

Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo slowly walked forward and sat at the table.

Both of them looked very restrained.

"Let's talk. I've been thinking about it for a day. Have you figured out what to say?" Song Qingshu took a sip of wine and spoke in a calm voice.

Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo felt tense in their hearts.

Zhang Wuji was about to speak when Zhou Zhiruo spoke first, his eyes extremely firm.

"I want to participate in the battle between Zhongyuan and Yuanshi."

"This is a moment of crisis in the Central Plains, and the Emei faction cannot hide behind it."

Song Qingshu looked Zhou Zhiruo over a few times: "Are you as good as Xie Xun?"

"Yes!" Zhou Zhiruo said with great certainty.

Song Qingshu showed a slight smile on his face and did not pursue the issue: "Where are the Dragon Slaying Sword and the Heavenly Sword."

Zhang Wuji followed up and said, "I have arranged for Wu Jincao, the flag bearer of the Mingjiao Ruijin Banner, to recast it."

"The recasting should be successful now."

Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji and shook his head. Zhang Wuji was still cute and silly.

"Do you know what Zhou Zhiruo practices?"

"You are also a martial arts student yourself. Do you think something that can improve your strength in a short period of time is reliable?"

"You know how much I paid in order for Qi Mu and others to achieve the Nine Yang Divine Art."

"Zhou Zhiruo...what does she have?"

Zhou Zhiruo's face tightened. She could find excuses to deceive Zhang Wuji, but she couldn't deceive Song Qingshu.

There is nothing that Song Qingshu can hide from the Central Plains.

"Master Song..."

Song Qingshu waved his hand slightly before Zhou Zhiruo finished speaking.

The meaning was obvious, let Zhou Zhiruo say nothing and let Zhang Wuji speak.

Zhang Wuji saw Zhou Zhiruo being nervous and knew that Zhou Zhiruo had been able to deceive him before.

"Brother... Zhiruo said it was a technique left by the ancestors of the Emei Sect, so there is no problem."

Song Qingshu gave Zhang Wuji a strange look: "Is the ancestor of the Emei Sect as powerful as our Grand Master Zhang Zhenren?"

“Have you ever seen anything like this in Wudang?”

"In other words, if Wudang has it, the Grand Master will not allow us to practice."

"It's okay if I don't give it to you. You haven't been in good health since you were a child."

"What about me? I am a direct descendant of Wudang. Master Taishi will not improve my strength, so I will suffer in the world."

"Because of the Nine Yin Manual, I was so bullied by Cheng Kun that I didn't even dare to go down Wudang Mountain."

"But Master Tai still didn't give it to me."

Hearing this, Zhang Wuji's expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Zhou Zhiruo with extremely worried eyes.

"Zhiruo...what exactly are you practicing?"

Zhou Zhiruo knew that Zhang Wuji cared about her, but she definitely couldn't tell him about the techniques she practiced.

"fine."

If Song Qingshu wasn't here, she would be willing to find excuses, but not now.

Song Qingshu should know what he is practicing.

"You don't have to be so anxious." Yang Xue looked at Zhou Zhiruo and tried to persuade her.

"You have obtained the skills now. Just practice steadily in the future. The Emei Sect will not fall into decline."

"I will solve the matter of Yitian Sword and Dragon Slaying Sword for you."

"I just said I took it."

"The reason is very simple. Just worry about the robbery of Yuanshi. After all, everyone has seen what happened on Spirit Snake Island."

"There are many people coming from Yuanshi, and they are well prepared."

"Let's postpone the marriage."

Hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo's eyes flickered, showing struggle.

She didn't want to delay, and the Emei faction urgently needed to establish a threat.

To this day, she can't forget the face and eyes of her master when he died.

That scene was deeply etched in her mind.

The Emei sect cannot decline in its own hands.

Back then... after the Great War in Dadu, and with the death of Master Miejie, the Emei Sect was completely reduced to a second-rate force.

At first... the Emei Sect didn't notice it, but then the Emei Sect clearly saw the gap.

Shen Xiakou... Due to the lack of first-class masters, the Emei Sect reluctantly participated in the great battle between the Central Plains Wulin and the Yuanshi Wulin.

Therefore...two Jingzi generations died in Emei.

The reason why only two died was because the martial arts people took special care of Emei, otherwise Emei would suffer heavy casualties.

That time... deeply hurt the Emei faction's inner pride.

The Emei Sect was so prosperous when its master, Mrs. Miejie, was around, but with the death of its master, Mr. Miejie, the Emei sect no longer has any status in the world.

During the battle on Spirit Snake Island, Zhou Zhiruo saw people from all the sects participating in the battle between Zhongyuan Wulin and Yuanshi, but only the Emei sect was missing.

Emei has fallen, completely fallen, and she must reverse the situation.

And fast!

She wants to take advantage of the energy and spirit in the hearts of the Emei Sect disciples to support the Emei Sect before it disappears.

As time goes by, everything is too late.

It is difficult for a sect to recover if it loses its spirit.

This kind of energy, spirit, and status in the world are all accumulated bit by bit. It is difficult to form, but it is too easy to destroy.

"Master Song, Mrs. Song, the Emei Sect cannot afford to wait!" Zhou Zhiruo took a deep breath and looked at Song Qingshu and Yang Xue firmly in his eyes.

Zhang Wuji pulled Zhou Zhiruo and said, "Zhiruo, listen to my brother and sister-in-law."

He had previously suspected that there was something wrong with Zhou Zhiruo's practice.

Now that I heard Song Qingshu's words, I was even more sure.

Zhou Zhiruo now mainly wants to recover Emei, and also solve the matter of stealing the Yitian Sword and the Dragon Slaying Knife.

Restoring Emei can be done slowly, and the matter of Yitian Sword and Dragon Slaying Sword can be solved by my sister-in-law Yang Xue.

Zhou Zhiruo doesn't need to be in a hurry.

"Brother Wuji, I really can't wait." Zhou Zhiruo looked at Zhang Wuji with complicated eyes and said in a heartbroken voice.

"Do you know what happened to the Emei Sect after the death of the master?"

"After the Battle of Shenxiakou, everyone looked at the Emei Sect in the wrong way."

"The Emei Sect is no longer one of the six superior sects. After the master's death, the Emei Sect is nothing."

"The Emei faction is about to disperse."

"It's almost over."

"Emei needs a pillar of support, otherwise the master will die with his eyes closed. How will I face the master after I die?"

"I grew up in the Emei sect with my master. The Emei sect is my home. I cannot watch the decline of the Emei sect and remain indifferent and do nothing."

"I don't want to see the confusion and lack of light in the eyes of senior sisters and others."

"With the two battles at Shenxiakou and Lingshe Island, all the remaining pride of the Emei Sect disappeared."

"The Emei Sect needs masters, pillars, and confidence."

"And I...as the leader of the Emei Sect, I will do my duty."

"This is my responsibility and my master's trust in me."

As Zhou Zhiruo spoke, tears flowed from her eyes, her eyes were painful but extremely determined at the same time.

He stood up slowly and bowed deeply to Song Qingshu, Yang Xue and Zhang Wuji.

"I stole the Yitian Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Knife. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it."

"The Emei faction cannot be defeated in my hands."

"I own what I do!"

"No matter what the reputation is, I am willing to bear the consequences."

"Master Song, Mrs. Song, brother Wuji, I hope you will let me follow the path of my choice."

"I can't watch the Emei sect decline."

"Master Song, please see that the old friendship between Wudang and the Emei Sect can be fulfilled by me."

Song Qingshu, Yang Xue, and Zhang Wuji looked at Zhou Zhiruo, who was bent over, with extremely complicated eyes.

Zhou Zhiruo was determined to fight.

"Get up first." Song Qingshu responded, got up and walked a few steps to the side of the boat, looking at the turbulent river water.

He was in a very complicated mood at this time.

Zhou Zhiruo...has already made up his mind to die.

This is Zhou Zhiruo's own choice.

The Emei Sect has indeed declined without the Queen Mother.

In the past, some second-rate forces no longer respected the Emei Sect.

There are a lot of little moves behind the scenes.

But now the Emei Sect can only endure. The Emei Sect is really not strong anymore.

In several battles, many Emei sect masters died.

"What should I do?" Yang Xue came to Song Qingshu's side and asked softly.

"Zhou Zhiruo will not change his mind."

Song Qingshu didn't make a sound, but looked into the distance.

Not far away... Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo sat there in silence.

Not long after...Song Qingshu took a long breath and turned to look at Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo.

"Tell me about your arrangements."

"I'll listen to what you say."

Hearing this, Zhang Wuji's face changed slightly, and Zhou Zhiruo's face showed joy.

Just as Zhang Wuji was about to speak, he saw his sister-in-law Yang Xue shaking her head slightly in the distance.

"Your brother knows it well." Yang Xue said softly.

Zhang Wuji took a deep breath, suppressed the worry in his heart, and turned to look at Zhou Zhiruo.

He was really afraid that something would happen to Zhou Zhiruo.

"Tell me how to explain to Jianghu. Your identities are not simple." Yang Xue said calmly.

"Xiao Zhao's affairs on Spirit Snake Island need to be arranged."

"Xiao Zhao went to Persia for the Central Plains."

"I know, sister-in-law." Zhang Wuji responded, took out the engagement contract and put it on the table.

"This is my engagement with Xiao Zhao."

"Two reasons. The first reason is that I gave Xiao Zhao a reputation and I will tell the world."

"I know I don't have as much influence as Brother Qingshu, but I can help Xiao Zhao to some extent."

"Second, Zhiruo and I will not get married, we will just be engaged."

"This will give an explanation to the world."

"My original intention was to let my uncle act as a matchmaker. Emei is a bit weak now. If you marry me, a third-generation disciple of Wudang, the martial arts world will be wary of Wudang."

"The Emei sect will be much better."

"No problem." Yang Xue looked at Zhang Wuji and smiled: "The arrangements are good."

"Where's the Dragon Slaying Sword and the Heavenly Sword?"

Zhang Wuji said helplessly: "Grandpa said he would give an explanation to Wulin."

"They said they had someone from the Sky Eagle Cult take it away."

"My adoptive father is familiar with my grandfather, the White-browed Eagle King, so I can use the dragon-slaying knife to make sense."

"As for the Yitian Sword, Yin Li is familiar with Zhao Min, so it will not be difficult to borrow it."

"Grandpa really came with you." Song Qingshu glanced at Zhang Wuji.

"I'll give you all the insults."

"That girl Yin Li is probably under pressure from grandpa."

"Otherwise...that girl won't help you."

Zhang Wuji didn't say anything, he knew that he was indeed responsible for this matter.

"Brother Wuji, I admit this myself." Zhou Zhiruo said.

"I don't deny this."

Zhang Wuji thought for a while and said, "Now is not the time. I will explain later."

What Zhou Zhiruo could say was interrupted by Song Qingshu.

"Okay, I'll make the arrangements."

Song Qingshu gave Zhang Wuji a warning look: "Boy, if you trouble Grandpa White-browed Eagle King in the future, don't blame me for beating you cruelly."

"You don't know how old grandpa is."

"Although grandpa is very strong, he has many hidden illnesses due to years of fighting, which is actually very bad."

"I know." Zhang Wuji nodded and admitted his mistake with sincere eyes.

Song Qingshu sat down again and asked Zhou Zhiruo: "Zhang Wuji should have told you about the battle between Yuanshi and Zhongyuan."

"If you want to take part in the battle on behalf of Senior Xie, you can. I have no objection."

"You should think clearly about the consequences yourself. It is a life and death battle, and no one can save you."

"I know." Zhou Zhiruo responded with firm eyes.

She made this decision long ago.

Zhang Wuji's eyes were full of worry, but he knew he couldn't persuade Zhou Zhiruo.

He had advised her countless times before doing it again.

"Brother, what are the arrangements next?"

Song Qingshu thought for a moment and said, "Just pretend you don't know about the Yitian Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Sword. No one will ask."

"The dragon-slaying knife is for your adoptive father."

"You and Qi Mu and others go to the Persian Ming Cult. Since you have an engagement with Xiao Zhao, the engagement gifts must be sent there."

"After you and Qi Mu set off, I will let Wudang tell the world about your engagement to Zhou Zhiruo."

"The battle in Xiangyang, Zhou Zhiruo survived...you two will get married."

"Dead...it's over."

"Brother, am I leaving the Central Plains?" Zhang Wuji looked at Song Qingshu in disbelief.

He did not expect that Song Qingshu would let him leave the Central Plains and go to Persia to teach Buddhism.

"Yes, you go to the Persian Ming Cult and practice hard on the way." Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji's eyes and said in a low voice.

"The path Zhou Zhiruo chose is her own. You can't save her, and you can't change her."

"Don't say you can't save that scene, I can't save it, and neither can Grand Master Zhang Zhenren."

"Life or death only depends on strength, nothing else."

Zhang Wuji's eyes were filled with struggle. He didn't want to go to Persia.

"You must go over in person regarding Xiao Zhao's matter." Seeing Zhang Wuji's behavior, Song Qingshu began to explain.

"Mingjiao cares about Xiao Zhao, Wudang knows many things, and Wudang also cares about Xiao Zhao."

"If Xiao Zhao doesn't make good arrangements, Mingjiao will feel uncomfortable, and so will Wudang."

"If word spreads about the fight between Zhongyuan Wulin and Yuanshi Wulin in Xiangyang City, then everyone will know that Xiao Zhao went to the Persian Mingjiao for Zhongyuan."

"If Xiao Zhao's affairs are not properly handled, you will be looked down upon by the entire Central Plains."

"Xiao Zhao's matter is bigger than you think."

"Okay, I'll go!" Zhang Wuji knew that Song Qingshu was right.

Xiao Zhao must make arrangements. Everyone in the Ming Cult also meant the same thing before.

"Tomorrow I will ask Mingjiao to announce the engagement with Xiao Zhao to the world. At the same time, I will go and join Qi Mu and the others."

"Please go to my adoptive father."

Song Qingshu nodded: "Go."

Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo left directly after saying goodbye.

The two disappeared into the night in a moment.

"Why did you let Zhang Wuji go to the Persian Ming Cult?" Yang Xue saw Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo leaving, and looked at Song Qingshu with some curiosity.

In fact...she knew that Zhang Wuji had no need to go to Persia.

The troubles that Song Qingshu talked about before were solved with just one sentence from Song Qingshu.

As long as Song Qingshu agrees to the engagement between Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo, there is actually no problem.

"He needs to improve his strength." Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji who disappeared in the dark night, his eyes extremely sharp.

"This strength is not enough now!"

"His Twelve Bridges and Moon Technique still needs to be understood more deeply."

Yang Xue frowned slightly: "Qingshu, what are you going to do?"

"Zhang Wuji can now reach twenty acupoints per Qi with the blessing of his skills. That's good."

"not bad."

"Not enough." Song Qingshu's helpless voice sounded.

"Xue'er, our previous negotiation with Yuanshi was just that Yuanshi's first-class master of practicing [Long Snake Sutra] stopped with Qi Mu and others."

"Top masters...what should we do?"

“What about the older generation?”

"The Yuanshi Wulin and the Zhongyuan Wulin restrain each other."

"There are two options, either no one will move, or everyone will move."

"It's impossible not to move."

"Zhongyuan can stay still, but Yuanshi can't. Yuanshi's martial arts is controlled by the imperial court. In the end, we still have to face the masters of Yuanshi."

"And the older generation is too eager to die."

"It's not easy to handle."

"What do you mean?" Yang Xue looked at Song Qingshu with puzzled eyes. She didn't understand what Song Qingshu wanted to say.

"Even if Zhang Wuji improves his strength, it won't change the minds of the older generation."

Song Qingshu was silent for a long time, and then said with relief: "I want to break into the palace."

"You add me, Youlan Zhuya, and Zhang Wuji."

"I want to use the Zhenwu Seven-Section Formation to break into the palace."

"After the competition between Zhongyuan Wulin and Yuanshi Wulin."

"I have to break in once."

"I will persuade the Grand Master to accompany me."

"Are you sure?" Yang Xue's pupils dilated rapidly.

She couldn't understand such words coming from Song Qingshu's mouth.

Breaking into the palace... This is not just a simple break-in, it is a slap in the face of Yuanshi Wulin.

The Yuanshi martial arts club will go completely crazy, and breaking into the palace will only increase the conflict between Zhongyuan and the Yuanshi.

"I'm sure." Song Qingshu looked at Yang Xue and nodded seriously.

"Purpose!" Yang Xue asked in a deep voice.

"Add fire to the Yuanshi Wulin and put some pressure on them." Song Qingshu said in an extremely cold voice.

"I was originally planning to go to Mount Huashan to discuss swordsmanship and use the Zhenwu Seven-Intercept Formation, but now it seems that it will be exposed in advance."

"I want to put pressure on Yuanshi, and put pressure on Yuanshi who dare not fight desperately."

"The reason why the older generation of the Yuan Dynasty dared to fight against Zhongyuan was because they felt that they had the [Long Snake Sutra] to compete with Zhongyuan."

"I want to break their illusions!"

"I don't believe that the older generation of Yuanshi still dare to fight hard after they know how powerful the Zhenwu Seventh Formation is."

"If the older generation of Yuanshi and the older generation of Zhongyuan die together, how can Yuanshi stop the Zhenwu Seventh Formation of the seven of us?"

"Even if Jing Bufan and others use the [Long Snake Sutra] to fight against us, what will happen?"

"As long as we keep Zhang Wuji, we will win."

"There is no one in Yuanshi's generation, but we have Zhang Wuji here."

"As long as Zhang Wuji's strength improves quickly enough, hunting Yuanshi masters is like butchering a dog."

"I want to force the older generation of the Yuan Dynasty to make a choice, force them to argue swords in Huashan Mountain to the end, so that they don't dare to die."

"As long as the older generation of Yuanshi dares to fight hard, as long as they die, I will take action against Yuanshi Wulin."

"Whether I take action or not is another matter...but I want to tell Yuan Shi that I have this strength."

"I want them to be worried about Yuanshi Wulin and not dare to die!"

"If they die...the inheritance of Yuanshi Wulin will be cut off!"

Yang Xue took a breath in her heart.

If one goes by Song Qingshu's words, the older generation of the Yuan Dynasty really wouldn't dare to risk their lives.

If the older generation tries their best and dies... the Yuanshi Wulin may be doomed.

The Zhenwu Seven interception formation is very powerful, Jing Bufan and others are no match for them.

Even if the [Long Snake Sutra] can be used to counter it, it still requires extreme bursts or use, which will cause great damage to the body.

Sooner or later it will be useless.

The older generation in the Central Plains begs for death because the Central Plains no longer have to worry.

The older generation of the Yuan Dynasty wanted to die because the Yuan Dynasty was destroyed and they had to do so.

They are not opponents of the Central Plains. They were able to suppress the Central Plains in the past entirely because this country belonged to the Yuan Dynasty.

Now that Yuanshi's country is in ruins, if they don't disappear together with the older generation in the Central Plains, Yuanshi's martial arts will never have a chance to succeed in the future.

Yuan Shi thought that Jing Bufan and others could get involved with the people in the Central Plains, so he dared to fight.

If the Zhenwu Seven interception formation in Zhongyuan is too strong, the older generation of the Yuan Dynasty should really think about it.

"How sure you are."

"Not sure." Song Qingshu shook his head slightly.

"I was thinking about this when I came back from Spirit Snake Island."

"I have already sent a message to Grand Master before."

"The first-class master [Long Snake Sutra] has solved it. The top master is difficult for the older generation."

"You and I can use our swords together, so it's not a big problem, but what about the others?"

"Four girls Youlan Zhuya, nothing can happen to you."

Yang Xue has actually been worried about this matter.

[Eternal Life Sutra]'s explosion is too high, and Youlan Zhuya is no match.

"So you had a huge reaction when you heard that Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo were getting married?"

"Are you afraid that Zhang Wuji will have problems because of Zhou Zhiruo?"

Song Qingshu nodded: "Yes."

"I sent a message to the Mingjiao a long time ago, asking them to hurry up and practice the Great Shift of the Universe."

"Zhang Wuji must be strong. The more familiar he is with the [Twelve Bridges of the Moon] of the Persian Ming Cult, the better."

Yang Xue smiled and said: "If this is the case, then it would be a good thing for Zhang Wuji to go to the Persian Mingjiao himself."

"At least... I can check a lot of things."

"Have you already sent a message to Qi Mu and the others, asking them to go to the Persian Ming Cult?"

"Yeah." Song Qingshu responded, looking at the meager moonlight in the night sky and laughing.

"Lao Qi has basically reached an agreement with Yuan Shi Wulin."

"That girl Xiao Zhao doesn't know what to do if she goes to the Persian Mingjiao. She needs someone to check it out."

"Lao Qi and the others are fine now. It's good to go shopping and bring back some information on the [Twelve Bridges of the Moon] technique."

Puff puff...

Puff puff...

At this time, a homing pigeon flew directly over in the dark night.

"It seems that Yuanshi Wulin is not having a good time either." Song Qingshu took a look at the letter, smiled, and handed it to Yang Xue.

"A lot of people probably died during these days."

Yang Xue also smiled after seeing the content of the letter.

This homing pigeon is from Wudang.

Jing Bufan was already waiting for Song Qingshu in Wudang, and the older generation from the Yuan Dynasty were also here.

Yuan Shi came over much faster than they thought.

"Let's go meet and talk."

Soon after, the merchant ship set sail directly towards Wudang Mountain.

Song Qingshu and Yang Xue entered the cabin to practice.

Although they go to many places, most of them seize the time to practice.

Both of them know very well...strength is the foundation of everything.