Outside White Mountain!
A young man in green had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He took the lead and led the mighty Jianghu heroes to this place.
These were all disciples from various sects. They were not only going down the mountain to gain experience, but they were also going to explore the Ming Cult's actual situation. They were also going to contact the various sects and sects to plan for the six major sects to besiege the Ming Cult.
Along the way, many young disciples from Kongtong, Huashan, Emei, Kunlun, and other sects joined the team. In addition, there were also some other idle sects in the Jianghu. With a few more Shaolin monks, the six major sects would really be gathered.
However, before they could contact the Shaolin disciples, they heard about the White Mountain Army in Cangzhou Prefecture. Martial artists were chivalrous, and Song Qingshu called for a response, so everyone rushed over.
Shaolin, Wudang, Mount Tai, Big Dipper.
Without the Shaolin disciples, these people naturally respected Song Qingshu.
"Young Hero Song, after this forest, we will reach the main gate of the White Mountain Army's stronghold.”An old man who looked like an old farmer hunched over and pointed at the dense forest.
The handsome youth was none other than Song Qingshu of Wudang Sect!
"Thank you for leading the way, uncle. On this trip, we will definitely get rid of this scourge for the villagers!”Song Qingshu cupped his hands.
He was polite and had an extraordinary temperament. Many girls from the Emei Sect and female disciples from other sects in the team had a good impression of this young man.
As Song Yuanqiao's son and Zhang Sanfeng's grand-disciple, Song Qingshu indeed had the right to be arrogant.
If nothing unexpected happened, he would be the next Wudang Sect Master after Song Yuanqiao.
Because of this reason, there were countless people in the team who fawned over him.
"Young Hero Song is truly a young and talented man. I think he will definitely become the third generation Wudang Sect Leader!”
"Sigh, he reached the second-rate expert realm two years ago. How can we compare?”
"Who says so…A few days ago, I heard that Senior Brother Song only lost half a move when he fought with Hero Mo of Wudang Sect. This level of cultivation is really the number one person in our generation!”
"Hero Mo of Wudang, may I know..."
"Of course it's one of the Seven Heroes, Silent Valley!”The Huashan disciple said," Hero Mo is a well-deserved first-class expert. However, when he was practicing with Senior Brother Song, it was difficult for him to win.”
"Isn't that right? Young Hero Song?"
"Really?"
Hearing this, the female disciples 'eyes lit up even more. They immediately surrounded Song Qingshu and asked him questions. It was a lively scene.
Song Qingshu smiled." I was just lucky. Martial Uncle Mo's martial arts are very powerful. I definitely can't beat him."”
These words sounded humble, but he was vaguely comparing himself to Mosheng Valley.
As he spoke, Song Qingshu's eyes occasionally sized up a young girl from the Emei Sect.
She was dressed in a green robe, elegant and beautiful. A long sword hung at her waist, and she looked like a person who had walked out of a painting.
Unlike the other girls, she didn't circle around Song Qingshu. Her beautiful eyes were looking ahead, and no one knew what she was thinking.
Zhou Zhiruo!
"Senior Sister Ding, although you Emei disciples are women, the situation will be urgent later. Swords have no eyes.”
Song Qingshu didn't dare to talk to Zhou Zhiruo. He only dared to peek at her. Although he was talking to Ding Minjun, his eyes were wandering around.
Many people could tell that this sentence was obviously meant for Zhou Zhiruo.
Ding Minjun was quite powerful in the Emei Sect. When she saw Song Qingshu talking to her, her domineering face became even more prominent in private. She nodded and said,"Junior Brother Qing Shu is really thoughtful to say this…"
Song Qingshu was slightly taken aback and felt a little awkward. He could only nod and remain silent.
Ding Minjun followed Song Qingshu's gaze. When she saw Zhou Zhiruo, a hint of resentment flashed in her eyes. This emotion disappeared in an instant, but Ding Minjun didn't say anything in the end.
This forest was getting deeper and deeper.
The group of martial arts disciples rarely left the mountain. They were all very excited and did not look nervous at all.
At this moment, a sharp whistle suddenly whistled through the forest!
Shocked, Song Qingshu flipped his hand and gripped his longsword, assuming a Wudang orthodox stance.
This whistle was actually coming from the treetops above their heads!
Ruthless--
Accompanied by the whistle were the sounds of footsteps and weapons being unsheathed!
The righteous path disciples all drew their swords as if they were facing a great enemy. More than a hundred people formed a big circle with their backs against each other.
The sound of footsteps could be heard as the mountain bandits, dressed in different clothes and armed with various weapons, slowly appeared. There were more than three hundred of them, and they surrounded the young disciples.
Although these mountain bandits were not good at martial arts, they had the advantage in numbers and were familiar with the terrain.
With just one face-to-face, these disciples were completely surrounded.
"Guard the door!"
Song Qingshu's voice was as calm as water." These are just a bunch of mobs. Don't panic!”
Song Qingshu couldn't afford to be careless. This was a battle that concerned his reputation.
If he won, he would be able to add another stroke to his glorious deeds.
If he lost, then he, Song Qingshu, with the hundred disciples of the five great sects, wouldn't even be able to take down a bandit den!
Song Qingshu heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that although these people were fierce, their footsteps were unsteady.
There was not even a third-rate expert. It was a false alarm...
Suddenly, a clear voice came from the mountain bandits.
"Everyone has come to White Mountain. Yan Chen has not welcomed you!”
A white-robed youth slowly walked out of the mountain bandits.
Even Song Qingshu's expression instantly dimmed under the contrast of the white-robed youth.
Not only was it just a glance, but just that pure and otherworldly temperament was something that Song Qingshu could not compare to.
Immediately, the disciples of the various large sects shouted and clamored.
The group of mountain bandits was naturally not a group of elegant people. The two groups of people were fighting back and the atmosphere was instantly tense.
But at the same time, those female disciples who were secretly making eyes at Song Qingshu were all stunned on the spot. Even Zhou Zhiruo was no exception.
"He... How could there be such a person among the mountain bandits?”Zhou Zhiruo was slightly stunned as she thought to herself.
She had thought that the bandit leader would be a burly man, but she did not expect him to be such a graceful young man.
Was his name Yan Chen?
Zhou Zhiruo felt that it was inappropriate to keep staring at him. Her pretty face turned slightly red and she shifted her gaze away.
Song Qingshu, who had been secretly peeking at Zhou Zhiruo, happened to see this scene. When he looked at the clock, an unknown fire burned in his heart.
Along the way, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't even look at him. At this moment, she actually revealed the shy expression of a little girl.
How could he, a proud son of heaven, endure this?
The more he looked at Yan Chen, the more ashamed Song Qingshu felt. He had even more plans to kill this person on the spot.
"We are from a righteous sect, how can we associate with you thieves!”
Song Qingshu snorted coldly and shouted,""Good and evil cannot coexist! "Today, we're here to kill you scum of the martial arts world!”
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