Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

This seemingly gentle touch, like a celestial hand stroking the head, was actually heavier than a mountain. Kong Xiang's skull shattered instantly, and he collapsed like a lump of mud.

From Kong Xiang's sneak attack to Song Qingshu's warning, and then Zhang Sanfeng's intervention, Kong Xiang was killed.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Only then did the others realize what was happening, and they all cried out in surprise.

"Master!"

"Master!"

"Grandmaster!"

The last two sounds came from Yu Daiyan and Mingyue respectively, filled with trembling fear.

The first "Master" was uttered in haste, his voice still choked with emotion.

Zhang Sanfeng slowly withdrew his hand, his gaze following the sound to the young Taoist boy.

In his haste, Zhang Wuji blurted out his secret, realizing he had exposed his identity.

He decided not to hide it anymore and knelt down openly before Zhang Sanfeng, tears welling up in his eyes that he could no longer hold back.

"Your son, Wuji, pays his respects to Grand Master and Third Uncle. Due to the haste of the matter, I was unable to inform you in advance. Please forgive your son for deceiving you."

Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Daiyan were naturally overjoyed.

Zhang Sanfeng never expected that this young man with superb internal strength was Wuji, and at the same time he understood why he felt a sense of closeness to this young man when he first met him.

He chuckled and reached out to help her up, saying, "Good child, get up quickly. Your master is very happy to see you alright."

After Zhang Wuji got up, he tightly grasped Zhang Sanfeng's large hand, but then his throat tightened again.

  

He recalled how his master had taken him to Shaolin Temple for medical treatment years ago.

Despite being a centenarian grandmaster, he was repeatedly neglected and ridiculed at Shaolin Temple.

Even so, the master remained calm and composed, hoping to find a glimmer of hope for himself.

However, Shaolin refused to exchange the Nine Yang Skill. He remembered clearly that when he went down the mountain, his master looked somber, but he kept him company by talking and laughing.

Memories flooded back, and Zhang Wuji's eyes reddened again, his voice choked with emotion: "Grandmaster..."

Zhang Sanfeng took Zhang Wuji's hand and used his sleeve to wipe away his grandson's tears, saying only:

"Good child, don't cry, it's alright, it's alright..."

Song Qingshu and Yu Daiyan were also deeply moved as they watched the grandfather and grandson together.

Zhang Wuji's childhood was unfortunate, even tragic, but fortunately he had a group of uncles and grandmasters who cared about him.

Sometimes he thought, if he were replaced by Zhang Wuji, who would learn divine skills after adulthood, he would surely wreak havoc on the world.

Despite all the hardships this child has endured, he still maintains kindness towards the world. This pure and innocent heart is something not everyone possesses.

Yu Daiyan was deeply moved, his eyes still slightly red.

Suddenly, Song Qingshu leaned closer and whispered:

"Third Uncle, when that thieving monk fell to the ground just now, I saw you make a few noises with your mouth... You weren't trying to spit on him, were you?"

Yu Daiyan: "..."

That little bastard must have found out; he's just making fun of himself now.

Song Qingshu grinned, and before Yu Daiyan could lash out, he slipped away to the grandfather and grandson, straightened his expression, and asked knowingly:

"Wuji, why did you come to Wudang alone?"

Once Zhang Wuji calmed down, he remembered the important matter and told Zhang Sanfeng everything he had discovered at Shaolin Temple.

When he arrived at Shaolin Temple, the temple was already deserted. The eighteen Arhats in the Arhat Hall had words carved on their backs: "First destroy Shaolin, then destroy Wudang."

He knew something was wrong, so he rushed to Wudang without stopping, traveling day and night, and finally managed to get ahead of them.

However, they did not expect that the other party had already sent assassins up the mountain. If it weren't for their master's unparalleled skills and their senior brother's timely intervention, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

After hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and pondered.

He walked to Kong Xiang's body, looked at it, then looked up at the dark night sky deep in the bamboo forest, and suddenly spoke slowly:

"This person is indeed practicing authentic Shaolin Kung Fu, otherwise I wouldn't have been fooled by him."

Such ruthless behavior is definitely not in the Shaolin style, which confirms our previous speculation to some extent.

Song Qingshu spoke up at the opportune moment: "Fireworker Monk."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded. The man had just ambushed him using the Prajna Vajra Palm. It seemed that the Fire-Worker Monk had indeed left behind a lineage of his teachings.

Just then, footsteps were heard, and someone arrived at the door.

The person who arrived had hurried footsteps and seemed very flustered. He knelt down in front of the courtyard gate with a thud, his voice trembling:

"Grandmaster! Something terrible has happened! The Demonic Sect's army has arrived outside the palace, demanding to see you, Grandmaster. They're hurling insults and claiming they'll crush the Wu..."

Yu Daiyan shouted sternly, "Shut up!"

Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand and gestured for him not to get angry.

He looked at Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji, his tone calm, his face showing no sign of panic:

"Since the founding of the Wudang School, we have roamed the martial world and performed many benevolent and righteous deeds. In all respects, we should not end here."

Since they've set up their formation, let's go ahead and meet them. Qingshu, Wuji, come with me.

Daiyan, since you have difficulty moving your hands and feet, please don't be impatient or agitated...

Before the words were finished, a powerful and long shout came from the direction of Zixiao Palace, indicating that the person possessed considerable internal strength:

"Where is the old Taoist Zhang Sanfeng? Come out and face your death!"

As soon as the words were spoken, another voice chimed in:

"What kind of martial arts master or grandmaster is he? I think he's nothing but a fame-seeker. He wouldn't even dare to come to Bright Peak of my Ming Cult!"

This was immediately followed by a sharp, piercing laugh:

"Since the old Taoist priest is hiding his head and won't come out, let's slaughter all his disciples and followers in the palace as a sacrifice to the flag!"

The small courtyard on the back mountain was more than two miles away from the front hall, but the voices of these people entered the courtyard clearly, every word audible.

The three deliberately used their internal energy to project their voices, both to show off their skills and to establish their authority, and also to humiliate the other party.

Upon hearing that his master had been insulted, Yu Daiyan was furious, his eyes practically spitting fire.

Zhang Sanfeng remained calm: "Daiyan, how could you forget the words I told you so quickly? Now that Yuanqiao and the others are missing, if something happens to you, how can I, your teacher, be at peace? Remember to be calm and composed. Now, let's go."

With that, he waved his sleeve and went out first.

Mingyue and Zhang Wuji carried Yu Daiyan and followed behind Zhang Sanfeng, with Song Qingshu on one side.

The four arrived at the Sanqing Hall and saw a dark mass of three or four hundred people opposite them. The Wudang disciples formed a battle formation to confront the enemy. Although the number of people was far greater, not one of them retreated even half a step.

Song Qingshu looked up and saw that most of the people were dressed in the clothes of Ming Cult members and were also chanting the Ming Cult's name.

Zhao Min knew that Song Qingshu had a close relationship with the Ming Cult and would definitely see through the disguise, so why did she go through all that trouble?

In truth, she didn't care whether Wudang saw through her or not; Wudang was destined to perish tonight anyway.

It would be enough if other forces in the martial arts world knew that it was the Ming Cult that destroyed Shaolin and Wudang.

At that time, the martial arts world in the Central Plains will inevitably feel insecure, and the spearhead will be pointed at the Ming Cult again, causing another wave of losses.

She can sit back and wait patiently for the harvest.

Think about it: when the six major sects besieged Bright Peak, the Ming Cult first pretended to make peace, but then set up an ambush on the six major sects' return journey.

With all the elites of the six sects captured, and Shaolin and Wudang swiftly destroyed, how could the other sects not feel threatened?

Zhang Sanfeng sat in the center of the Sanqing Hall.

When the Wudang disciples saw their patriarch arrive, they felt much more at ease. They slowly retreated to the sides, making way for the patriarch to ask questions, but they did not put down their weapons and stared intently at him.

Zhang Sanfeng gave a greeting, but remained silent.

Song Qingshu understood immediately. His master was of such high status that he didn't need to waste his breath on these nobodies.

In general, Song Yuanqiao would be in charge of the overall situation in this situation.

Now that Song Yuanqiao and others are gone, and Yu Daiyan has difficulty walking, as the chief disciple of the third generation of Wudang, he has an inescapable duty.

He's definitely going to put on a show!

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

Although these people had been making a lot of noise before, once Zhang Sanfeng actually sat down in the main hall, no one dared to be the first to cause trouble.

The true character of a master lies not in verbal disputes, but in the overwhelming aura of authority even without uttering a single word.

At this tense stalemate, when everyone was holding their breath, the swords were drawn and the deadlock was at its most acute.

A figure in a Taoist robe stepped out slowly.

This movement drew countless gazes.

But this person stood tall and straight like a pine tree, with a composed gait, in front of the Wudang disciples.

The night wind lifted the hem of his robe, but it couldn't move him an inch.

Upon seeing their leader step forward, the Wudang disciples' bewilderment vanished, replaced by a resolute fighting spirit that instantly ignited in their eyes.

Then, Senior Brother Song lightly raised his right hand, and his clear voice resounded throughout the hall: "Sword, come!!!"