"I understand what you mean," Song Yuanqiao said with certainty.
"The six sects are attacking Light Summit, and this is a serious matter. But as long as Shaolin Temple participates, Wudang Sect will not be absent. Abbess Miejue will still need some time to go to Shaolin Temple. How about this? I'll report this to the sect leader first, and then we'll discuss it."
The next morning, at the entrance of Wudang Sect's Jingxin Temple.
"Abbess Miejue sent a letter saying that Shaolin Temple has already agreed to participate in the attack on Light Summit, and Wudang Sect cannot fall behind. These are thirty-two elite Wudang disciples I've carefully selected. Your sixth uncle will lead them to Line Canyon and meet up with the other five sects."
Song Yuanqiao looked at the thirty-two Wudang disciples in front of him before he glanced at Mu Qingxiao and Song Qingshu. He said cautiously, "This trip will be very dangerous. You must listen to your sixth uncle's orders on the way, understand?"
"Yes, father."
"Okay. You two should go first. I still have some things to discuss with your sixth uncle." After Song Yuanqiao gave his orders, he turned his gaze to Yin Liting.
Yin Liting was known as Yin Liuxia in the martial world. He was ranked sixth among the Seven Heroes of Wudang Sect, and he was the most skilled in swordsmanship.
In the original novel, Yin Liting had a pure heart and a cowardly personality. This cowardice was especially obvious when he interacted with people. But as a swordsman of his generation, Yin Liting's way of doing things was also brave and steady, and he did not hesitate to take revenge.
When he roamed the martial world in the early days, he encountered many obstacles. He had a knot in his heart that could not be resolved because of Ji Xiaofu's death. He was also heavily injured because of someone's scheme, but Zhang Wuji saved him and fixed his leg.
In the end, he developed a relationship with Yang Buhui, the daughter of his old love, Ji Xiaofu, and they tied the knot. Their relationship was consummated.
"Big brother, do you have any orders for me?" Yin Liting looked away and could not help but ask.
"Over the past two days, I've noticed that Qingshu has been a little anxious, especially after he returned from Emei Sect. Even though I'm his father, I can't be partial. With his current personality, he definitely can't take over Wudang Sect. I want you to help me observe him."
Yin Liting shook his head and said with a smile, "Senior Brother, Qingshu is still young. When he gets older, his personality will become more mature. Didn't we do the same back then?"
"Perhaps that's the case. Originally, my master and I planned to let Qingshu take over as the Sect Leader, but look at that child Qingxiao. No matter how you look at it, he's much better than Qingshu. If we let Qingxiao take over as the Sect Leader, it might not be a bad decision."
Hearing this, Yin Liting pondered for a moment and said, "Senior Brother, it's too early to discuss the matter of taking over the position of Sect Master. At this moment, Qingxiao and Qingshu are still young. After a few years, Master will probably make a decision."
"Yes, that's true. I'll have to trouble the two of them for this plan."
"Senior brother, don't worry. They are the future of Wudang Sect. Even if I lose my life, I will make sure that they return to Wudang Sect safely."
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At this time, in the depths of the Line Gorge.
On a rugged mountain road, it had turned into a battlefield between the Ming Dynasty and Wudang Sect. The heat emitted by the raging fire filled the battlefield. Gravel was flying everywhere, and dust was flying everywhere. Mu Qingxiao and Song Qingshu were obviously in the battlefield.
The light of the blade and the shadow of the sword collided in the air, making countless crisp sounds of collision. Shrill screams were incessant, and the smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger.
The yellow soil on the ground was dyed red by scarlet blood. Dozens of corpses were lying on the ground. They died miserably, and their clothes were all different. Most of them were Wudang Sect disciples.
Seeing such a situation, Song Qingshu's eyes flashed with a trace of unease. He used all his strength to force back several Ming Dynasty disciples who were besieging him. He took out the signal flare of Wudang Sect from his bag and hurriedly shot it into the sky to ask for backup.
Mu Qingxiao, who was familiar with the plot, naturally knew that Yin Liting, Miejue Nun, and the others would come back to help. This was also the reason why he used his strength. Otherwise, the Ming Dynasty's Hou Tu Flag would not be enough for him to kill.
After a while, the battle entered a white-hot stage. Both sides suffered heavy losses. Song Qingshu also fought with the person whom Zhang Wuji called Brother Chang. The two of them were evenly matched, and no one had the upper hand.
Mu Qingxiao was besieged by several Ming Dynasty disciples. He held the sheathed long sword in his hand, and there was a calm expression on his face. He walked with elegant steps and blocked the attacks of the Ming Dynasty disciples several times without panic.
In the entire battlefield, he was the only one who was relaxed and at ease.
As expected, the plot did not change.
At this time, Miejue Nun, Yin Liting, and the others had already arrived at the top of the cliff in the valley. Behind them stood many Emei Sect disciples, as well as Zhang Wuji and Yin Li, who used the pseudonym of Zeng Ahniu.
"I didn't expect that the Evil Sect has already started fighting with your sect. We don't have to wait any longer. Let's quickly destroy the Evil Sect and then join the other four sects!" Miejue Nun held the Heavenly Sword and looked at the Ming Dynasty disciples on the battlefield. Her eyes were full of disgust and killing intent.
"Nun, please wait!"
Yin Liting looked at the dead Wudang disciples on the battlefield. One could imagine the hatred in his heart, but he was still polite. "Nun, in the center of the battlefield, the people who are fighting with the Evil Sect's leader and fighting with the Evil Sect disciples are my two Martial Nephews, Song Qingshu and Mu Qingxiao."
When she heard this, Miejue Nun said, "Of course I know that they are Yin Liuxia's Martial Nephews. A few days ago, they saved Emei Sect's losses and my disciple, Zhiruo. It is because of this that I want to save them."
"Nun, you may not know this, but Qingshu and Qingxiao are very smart. My master, Zhenren Zhang, thinks highly of them. He sees them as the future of Wudang Sect. This time, I was ordered to besiege Light Summit."
Yin Liting looked at Mu Qingxiao, who was strolling leisurely in the battlefield with a calm expression. He nodded in admiration and said, "Before I left, my eldest senior brother told me which of the two of them is more suitable to take over Wudang Sect. Nun, please bear with it for a while."
When she heard Yin Liting's words, Miejue Nun nodded in understanding. She smiled and said, "I see. Both of you are young heroes. Whether it is your martial arts or your temperament, you are very good. Then I will do as Yin Liuxia said. I will bear with it for a while."
Looking at Song Qingshu and Mu Qingxiao, who were very conspicuous in the center of the battlefield, the female disciples of Emei Sect whispered to each other.
After all, their lives were saved by Wudang disciples. The two of them were young and handsome. They were also the future leaders of Wudang Sect, so they left a deep impression on them.
At this time, a tall woman with high cheekbones, a slightly large mouth, and yellowish skin glanced at the battlefield and raised her eyebrows. Although the woman's skin was not good, she was quite good-looking. Her face was charming, and she had a delicate appearance.
Although she was quite good-looking, compared to the outstanding beauty Zhou Zhiruo in front of her, the difference was very obvious. It was like the difference between a pheasant and a phoenix.
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