"Perfected Zhang, this junior is here to invite Wudang Sect to vanquish demons together!”
"The people of the Ming Cult are perverse and evil. They burn, kill, plunder, and kill the innocent. Their allies, the Sun Moon Sect, the Xingxiu Sect, and the Five Poison Sect, are also heinous!!”
"Shaolin, Quanzhen, Murong Clan of Gusu, Kongtong, Kunlun, Five Mountain Sword Sect, Qingcheng Sect, Infinite Sword Sect, and dozens of other sects have agreed to join forces.”
Priestess Miejue said with a serious expression, but she was also a little proud of herself.
After all, she was the one who initiated this matter. If this trip destroyed the Ming Cult and the other Demonic Sects, then her name would definitely be left in the history of Jianghu, and Emei's reputation would be even greater.
It had to be said that Extermination had a wide network and was really good at causing trouble.
Unfortunately, Zhang Sanfeng only raised his eyes and didn't comment. He didn't even know what to think. After all, most of the sects that Extermination mentioned had participated in the Wudang incident.
Furthermore, Zhang Sanfeng also understood what kind of existence the Ming Cult was. The core definition of the Ming Cult was still a volunteer army. Although they wanted to overthrow the Great Zhou Dynasty, they were mostly fighting against the foreign tribes.
However, because there were too many disciples and Yang Dingtian had passed away too early, it resulted in the Ming Cult having a mixture of good and bad.
Most importantly…
The Ming Cult did not come to Wudang Sect ten years ago.
Thus, Zhang Sanfeng wasn't interested at all. Just as he was about to refuse, he suddenly thought of Song Qingshu.
In Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, Song Qingshu was a talented child. He was only in his twenties, but he had already reached the Connate Realm.
The future of Wudang would still be handed over to him. In that case, he had to start nurturing Song Qingshu's reputation in the pugilistic world now.
Thinking of this, Zhang Sanfeng came to a conclusion and slowly said,"In that case, Wudang will be led by me, Qing Shu.”
Hearing this, Extermination was delighted at first. With Wudang involved, this matter would become even more powerful. However, he could not help but frown.
She had never thought about Zhang Sanfeng, but she was thinking about Song Yuanqiao bringing Wudang Sect here.
She didn't know Song Qingshu's strength. She only thought that although Song Qingshu was outstanding, he was so young that he was at most a Rank-2 or Rank-3. He wasn't capable at all.
After hesitating for a moment, Mistress Annihilation said to Zhang Sanfeng,""Perfected Zhang, although Qingshu is a natural talent, he is still young. Shouldn't his father take over such an important matter?”
"There's no need to say much about this matter. Let me, Qing Shu, go.”Zhang Sanfeng said expressionlessly.
Miejue hesitated for a while but didn't say anything. She was afraid that if she continued, Zhang Sanfeng would reject her participation.
Moreover, Song Qingshu's status was enough. No matter what, he was the chief disciple of Wudang Sect, and there was a high chance that he would be the future sect master of Wudang Sect. With so many sects and experts this time, his strength was enough.
Miejue didn't say anything else. After setting a date with Song Qingshu, he left Wudang.
"Besieging Light Summit…"
Song Qingshu's eyes flickered with an unknown light.
……
At the back mountain of Wudang.
It was thousands of feet high, and in front of it was a cliff. Song Qingshu stood on a rock plate that extended out. He wore a white Daoist robe and practiced his fist in the clouds.
Every movement was filled with the charm of Daoism. It was feminine and masculine. It was a perfect combination of Yin and Yang.
It was Taiji!
"Qing Shu, three years ago, after listening to your words, I had some insights that matched some of the principles in my heart. After several years of seclusion, I finally created this fist technique. I call it Tai Chi!”
At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng was standing not far away. He watched Song Qingshu finish this set of fist techniques and nodded in satisfaction.
Back then, in order to speed up Zhang Sanfeng's creation of the Taiji Fist Sutra, Song Qingshu had flipped through many Daoist scriptures and specially found some Daoist scriptures related to the theory of Yin and Yang to ask this Daoist Immortal for guidance.
When he asked for advice, he intentionally or unintentionally guided him in the direction of Taiji Fist.
He had finally created it recently and immediately taught it to Song Qingshu.
Taiji is yin and yang.
This fist technique was completely different from the fist technique that Song Qingshu had learned in his previous life. Of course, some of the principles were still the same.
This fist was derived from the Wudang Silk Palm. It was integrated with the theory of Yin and Yang and the principle of Tai Chi. It emphasized the integration of Heaven and man and the integration of the elements.
Rou Ke was able to deflect a thousand pounds with four taels of silver, and Que 'er couldn't even fly! Yang Ke's fist was as swift as the wind.
Taiji Fist, whether it was in his previous life or the current fist technique, had never been a soft fist technique. Instead, it was soft with hardness, and strength was hidden.
Zhang Sanfeng was the one who personally guided them in this practice.
In addition, with Song Qingshu's current talent, he quickly grasped the true meaning of the Taiji Fist Sutra and even mastered it in a very short period of time.
……
The next day.
At the foot of Wudang Mountain.
Song Qingshu, who was dressed in a white Daoist robe and had a Qingyang Sword at his waist, rode at the forefront. Behind him were hundreds of third-generation disciples dressed in green Daoist robes and carrying Wudang swords on their backs.
Song Qingshu led the third generation disciples of Wudang Sect to attack Light Summit. None of the second generation disciples, who were also the Seven Heroes of Wudang Sect, came.
Many of the third-generation disciples were discussing excitedly. It was the first time that many of them had participated in such a big event in the martial world, and many of them were proud of it.
Wudang Sect had always been a special existence in Jianghu.
Although the Wudang Sect disciples were not weak, they were not much stronger than the other sects. Moreover, there were not many of them, only a few hundred disciples.
However, Zhang Sanfeng was an old monster, the peak of the martial arts world, and a legend in the pugilistic world.
Therefore, the Wudang disciples were all proud of Wudang. They were very united and a little proud. However, this was very normal. Their admiration for Zhang Sanfeng was unimaginable to outsiders.
Zhang Sanfeng was also worthy of worship. When he was young, he had defeated countless experts. When he was middle-aged, he had swept through the world and cleared the Jianghu.
The entire martial arts world was covered in blood. In other words, almost everyone who fought Zhang Sanfeng was killed by him…
This was only because he was old and had been cultivating the Daoist scriptures for countless years. His temperament had become gentler.
Otherwise, with his strength, he would have been able to overturn the Ming Cult.
This time, it was mainly to raise Song Qingshu's reputation in the martial world and let the third-generation disciples gain experience.
Light Summit was located on a mountain peak in the Kunlun Mountains. It was the Ming Cult's Holy Mountain and headquarters.
The Kunlun Mountain Range was extremely vast. There were countless mountain ranges that stretched endlessly.
Previously, Zhang Wuji and Zhu Wu's Lianhuan Village were located in a completely different place from Light Summit.
Fortunately, some of the disciples often roamed the Jianghu and knew the general direction.
Wudang Mountain faces Xiangyang City in the east and Shennongjia in the south.
It was still quite far from the Western Regions.
Fortunately, the Wudang Clan was very wealthy and everyone was riding horses.
As soon as he stepped out of Wudang Mountain's range and galloped on the official road, Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows slightly. He pulled the reins and looked at the side of the official road not far ahead.
The official road was wide enough for six horses to pass through. On both sides of the road were weeds, shrubs, and dense forests.
As Song Qingshu stopped, the Wudang Sect disciples stopped as well.
Before they could speak, rustling sounds came from the weeds ahead. It seemed to be the sound of messy footsteps.
Clang, clang, clang…
Hundreds of Wudang disciples immediately drew their swords and drove their horses to spread out, forming a rectangular formation.
All of this happened in an instant.
These disciples had all experienced the martial world, so they naturally had some martial world experience, just in case.
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