Temujin then said to Ba Siba, "Imperial Preceptor, take a team of ten thousand people to Guangming Peak to destroy the remnants of the Ming Dynasty. During this time, Zhang Wuji has been missing. Even though Yang Xiao announced that he was in seclusion, no one is a fool. The people of the Ming Dynasty are already in a state of panic. Yang Xiao is old and unvirtuous, so he cannot convince the people. Now that the Ming Dynasty is divided, and with the Imperial Preceptor leading the team, they will be destroyed without a doubt. "
"I will not disappoint you!" Ba Siba bowed and accepted the mission.
Song Qingshu frowned. The Ming Dynasty was full of factions and had been in a state of internal strife for many years. It was only with the appearance of Zhang Wuji that the Ming Dynasty was able to unite.
Zhang Wuji was able to smoothly become the leader of the Ming Dynasty not because of his martial arts, but because he represented the interests of every faction in the Ming Dynasty. Golden Fur Lion King was his adoptive father, and the White-browed Eagle King was his grandfather. Yang Xiao owed him a huge favor when he escorted Yang Buhui back then, and he also saved the people of the Five Elements Banners from Miejue. It could be said that every faction in the Ming Dynasty was either his relative or had received a great favor from him, which was why they were willing to recognize him as the leader.
Now that Zhang Wuji was missing, the conflicts that he had previously suppressed were completely triggered, and the Ming Dynasty returned to its previous state of disunity.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. What was the Revered Ming planning? From the looks of it, was he planning to give up on the Ming Dynasty?
But he had been seriously injured in the last war and probably wouldn't be able to recover even after a few years.
Thinking back to the days when he had been pretending to be a Tongtian shaman, Song Qingshu fell into deep thought. Could it be that he was also planning to steal the fruits of the war from the Mongols?
No matter what the situation was, it seemed that the Ming Dynasty could not be saved. Previously, it was Galdan, Woodtable Lun Tribe, and the Ming Dynasty in the Western Regions. This time, Temujin had come out in full force and destroyed Galdan and defeated Woodtable Lun Tribe. The momentum of unifying the Western Regions was unstoppable.
At first, Song Qingshu was wondering if he should inform the Ming Dynasty secretly. However, after some thought, he decided not to do so. If even Revered Ming himself was not going to care, then the Ming Dynasty could only pray for their own good fortune.
His biggest headache right now was figuring out how to deal with the Woodtable Lun Tribe. Temujin had sent him alone, which clearly meant that he valued his martial arts skills. He was going to steal the treaty of alliance from the Thirty-six Tribes of Tianshan and destroy the alliance between the tribes. Then, he would lead his army to take them down one by one.
"How can we preserve the power of the Wooden Table Lun Tribe as much as possible?" Even when Song Qingshu came out of the tent, he still could not think of any good ideas. After all, the Wooden Table Lun Tribe was different from Peerless City. Over the years, under the leadership of Huo Qingtong, they had killed countless Mongolian soldiers, especially at Gaochang not long ago. Protecting them would be very difficult.
In the distance, there was a commotion in the camp. It turned out that Gu Ningqing had returned. Many people had heard about Dugu Seeking-Loss rescuing her last night, so when they looked at her, there was a sense of shock mixed with a lot of fear.
Even Temujin had a lingering fear of what happened last night, so he took the opportunity to give her a lot of titles. Song Qingshu remembered one of them – "Lady Chastity".
Tsk, tsk, tsk, this guy couldn't have her, so he put her on a pedestal so that no one else could have her.
As Song Qingshu's imagination ran wild, Dan Yuru had already lifted the curtain and entered his tent. "Young Master, I heard that you are going to the Woodtable Lun Tribe. I have some things to say to you."
"Oh, please speak." Song Qingshu invited her to sit down.
Dan Yuru said, "Young Master, are you thinking about how to save the Woodtable Lun Tribe?"
Song QingShu nodded. "That's right. Does Cult Master have any good ideas?"
Dan Yuru shook her head. "No, and I also want to persuade Young Master to give up on this idea."
Song Qingshu could tell that there was a hidden meaning in her words. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why?"
Dan Yuru explained, "Although the Woodtable Lun Tribe's Huo Qingtong is the most famous, it is mainly led by two brothers, Muzhuolun. The elder brother is Podu, and the younger brother is Muzhuolun. One occupies Kashgar, while the other occupies Yarkand. Together, they rule the Southern Frontier. However, in recent years, Huo Qingtong has been in the limelight so much that people only know about Muzhuolun and not Podu. Podu has long been dissatisfied with this."
"The Mongolians are keenly aware of the rift between them, so they have long started to make arrangements. I have a female disciple called Bai Fanghua. She is beautiful and has almost mastered the art of seduction. She was sent to get close to Podu before. Now, Podu listens to her. We can only send a message here and she will take action."
"She is just one of the many people that have been sent there. For example, I know that Brother Alibur has also set up a few spies there, but I don't know what they are."
"I have said so much to tell Young Master that the Woodtable Lun Tribe is doomed. The reason why it could survive for so long was that the Khan was afraid of the mysterious sword immortal in Kunlun Mountain. Now that this is gone, all the previous arrangements are beginning to close the net. So Young Master, please don't take any risks. "
Song Qingshu's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect that the Mongolians had been making arrangements in the Western Region for so many years. At first, he was wondering why the Mongolians would tolerate the few separatist forces in the Western Region.
"If it wasn't for Cult Master's reminder, I'm afraid I would have really caused a lot of trouble this time." Song Qingshu said with emotion.
Dan Yuru was a little apologetic. "It's a pity that I didn't get to know Young Master earlier. Otherwise, I wouldn't be afraid of Fang 'er going there."
Song Qingshu shook his head. "It's none of your business. Even if you didn't send someone, the Mongolians would have sent someone else."
Dan Yuru was relieved. She directly leaned on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "My female disciple is beautiful and has learned the art of seducing men. If you like her, you can let her serve you in bed. Just tell her that I said it."
Song Qingshu rolled his eyes. "Am I that lecherous?"
Dan Yuru smiled sweetly and sat in his arms. She gently put her arms around his neck and said with an inexplicable charm, "If Young Master is interested, we can serve you together in the future."
Song Qingshu's face heated up. "You demons of the Demonic Sect really have no scruples when talking."
Dan Yuru twisted her body slightly. "Hehe, Young Master, although you say you don't want it, your body is quite honest."
Song Qingshu spent a lot of effort to get off her. After all, he had important matters to attend to and really didn't have the time to fool around.
He then quietly went to the Dual Cultivator Residence and said goodbye to Gu Zixian and the others. Then, he embarked on his journey to the Wooden Table Ethics Department.
Song Qingshu went all the way south and found the Mongolian soldiers cleaning up the battlefield near the Anjihai Grand Canyon. Obviously, the Mongolian army had ambushed the reinforcements brought by Huo Qingtong here.
Logically, a famous general like Huo Qingtong wouldn't make such a mistake. It was just that she was eager to save people and didn't expect that the always powerful Galdan would be defeated in a day. Then, the Mongolian army took out their forces to ambush her. All these factors combined led to this terrible defeat.
"I don't know if she escaped or not." Looking at the broken limbs on the battlefield, Song Qingshu could imagine how tragic the battle was. He continued to go south with a solemn expression.
He asked the local Mongolian soldiers and heard that Huo Qingtong ran into the mountains. Many experts led troops to chase after her, so he also rushed in that direction. Although he knew that the probability of meeting Huo Qingtong was very low, he still didn't want to do nothing.
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