[Note: Some people say that Little Yang is slacking. In fact, I just want to blackmail Zhang Wuji so that I can kill him. When the time comes, it will be easier for the readers to accept. Trust me.]
The Emei Sect alone was not enough to fill the gaps between the Ming Dynasty's teeth.
Although Abbess Miejue was a cold-hearted person and her methods were tough, her bones were filled with justice. However, her personality was extremely extreme and she was stubborn. When she met her enemy, her brain seemed to stop thinking.
If the Ming Dynasty invaded, Miejue Shitai would definitely lead the female disciples of her sect to fight a hopeless battle. If that happened, it would be tantamount to suicide!
Although Zhang Sanfeng no longer cared about worldly affairs and handed over the management of the Wudang Sect to Song YuanQiao and the other six heroes, he could not ignore Emei Sect being harassed and provoked by the Ming Dynasty. Even if he could not do it himself, he would still signal the Wudang disciples to support Emei Sect.
Thinking of this, Mu Qingxiao could not help but smile wickedly. Miejue Shitai had encountered so many tragedies before, but she still did not do anything extreme. However, this did not mean that she did not hate the Ming Dynasty.
On the contrary, her hatred for the Ming Dynasty was higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. The hatred that she had suppressed in her heart had probably reached its limit.
The Ming Dynasty's provocation this time was definitely the last straw that broke the camel's back. It was also an opportunity for the six great sects to join forces and besiege the Ming Dynasty. When the time came, Mu Qingxiao only needed to sneak in, no, take advantage of the situation.
Time flew by quickly. Day by day, Mu Qingxiao was still the same as before. Every day, he persisted in his cultivation and did not forget to collect information.
However, today was different from the past. The Seven Heroes of Wudang had returned and gathered their disciples to discuss important matters. As a direct disciple, Mu Qingxiao naturally could not be absent.
Thus, he did not head to the back of the mountain to cultivate today. Instead, after washing up, he headed directly to Song Yuanqiao's courtyard.
After greeting her fellow disciples on the way, Mu Qingxiao slowly walked towards Song YuanQiao's courtyard. When she arrived at the courtyard, Song QingShu was already waiting at the door. When he saw Mu Qingxiao coming over, he smiled and greeted her before walking into the house together.
Song YuanQiao was wearing a Taoist robe. His expression was calm and peaceful, just like in the past. His hair was slightly gray. Seeing Song QingShu and Mu Qingxiao arrive, he nodded with a smile.
Mu Qingxiao saw Song Yuanqiao sitting at the table and bowed slightly to Song Qingshu. Then, they sat opposite each other.
Song YuanQiao did not open his mouth to speak. With a wave of his sleeve, a gust of wind rolled out. The teacups on the table that were filled with tea fell in front of Mu Qingxiao and Song QingShu. When they landed on the table, they only made a few clattering sounds.
From this, it could be seen that Song YuanQiao's inner strength was extremely profound. Of course, this kind of thing was simply child's play for Mu Qingxiao. He did not even need to move his hands. He could do it just by using his divine sense.
"It seems that the two of you get along very well. My previous worries were unnecessary."
Song QingShu smiled and said, "Junior Brother Qingxiao is amiable. He is neither arrogant nor hot-tempered. The two of us have a very good relationship. I've made father worry …"
"Mm, that's good. I've been too busy. There are many things that I can't even take care of myself, so I haven't had the time to properly arrange things. I'm very happy that you don't have any jealousy towards your fellow disciples. This is the magnanimity that Wudang should have."
Song QingShu smiled modestly and said, "Father, you flatter me. Ever since Junior Brother Qingxiao came to Wudang, he has been diligently and painstakingly cultivating. He goes out to cultivate when the sky is slightly bright and only comes back when the sun is setting. This kind of perseverance is truly admirable. It's only a matter of time before he becomes a great hero."
"Mm, when I came back, I already knew about this matter. Your Junior Brother being so diligent, father is very happy."
Song YuanQiao picked up the teapot and poured tea into the teacups. He raised his head and asked, "Qingxiao, you've been in Wudang Sect for two months now. The days here are indeed a bit difficult. Is there anything you're not used to?"
Hearing this, Mu Qingxiao secretly curled his lips. Difficult my ass. Every day, he would catch birds in the forest, fish in the lake, and eat delicacies. You don't know how carefree and happy it is. Only a bunch of stinky Taoists like you don't know how to enjoy life.
"Master, this disciple likes to practice martial arts. It's fine if it's a bit difficult."
"Mm, you have such ambition. Master is very happy for you. Wudang Sect has a successor. In the past, it all depended on you and QingShu."
As soon as Song YuanQiao finished speaking, Song QingShu said, "Father, please don't worry. With Junior Brother Qingxiao and I here, Wudang Sect will definitely prosper and prosper in the future."
Hearing Song QingShu's confident words, Song YuanQiao put down the teacup in his hand. A gratified smile hung on his face.
"Good, very good. Father is also happy for you that you have such ambition. However, in terms of cultivation, you have to learn more from Qingxiao. He is much more diligent than you."
Hearing this, Song QingShu lowered his head slightly. A trace of displeasure flashed through his eyes. Although it was hidden, it could not escape Mu Qingxiao's divine sense. He did not care. After all, he already knew that Song QingShu was narrow-minded and narrow-minded.
However, in the next second, Song QingShu raised his head again. He smiled and nodded. "Father's teachings are correct. This child will definitely learn more from Junior Brother. My name will shake the martial world and bring glory to Wudang Sect!"
Immediately after, Song YuanQiao's expression became serious. He sighed and said, "Presumably, you've heard about what happened to Emei Sect in the past two months. The evil path has openly provoked a righteous sect. This is simply too presumptuous. Therefore, you have to think twice about what to do next."
"Just now, we also went to the Sect Master's place. Although he only said a few words, the meaning behind his words was very clear. He indicated that we should send disciples to reinforce Emei Sect. However, Wudang Sect is busy and we can't leave for the time being. Therefore, I plan to have you two lead your elite disciples to Emei Sect. You two should think about it."
As soon as Song YuanQiao finished speaking, Mu Qingxiao said, "Since Master is busy, this disciple cannot disappoint Master. Senior Brother and I will lead our disciples to reinforce Emei Sect."
"Father, Junior Brother is right. The evil path has attacked Emei Sect, and Wudang Sect is duty-bound to do so. Let the two of us lead our disciples there. We will definitely kill the evil path until they throw away their armor!"
"Alright, since you have no objections, then pack your things. We will head to Emei Sect tomorrow. This matter cannot be delayed any longer. QingShu, as Senior Brother, you must take care of Qingxiao on the way. You must also be extremely careful. All of you are Wudang Sect's future," Song YuanQiao reminded him with a rather grave expression.
"Father, don't worry. I will definitely take good care of Junior Brother and not let him come to any harm."
When he heard Song QingShu's words, Mu Qingxiao was a little speechless. 'Why is your skin so thick? You're climbing a pole whenever you see one. It's not certain who will be taking care of who.'
However, Mu Qingxiao did not say much. He just needed to keep a low profile and follow the plot.
To these people, the reputation of the martial world might be more important than their lives, but Mu Qingxiao did not care about that. Reputation was not something that could be eaten, and it could not help him complete his mission. What was the use of it?
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