Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

Although Song Qingshu had acknowledged her, the woman's anger was not something that could be easily appeased with just a few words.

Besides, he didn't try to coax her.

When Zhao Min heard him admit it, the pent-up anger in her heart dissipated slightly, but the anger that had been stirred up by his feigned ignorance was still burning fiercely.

In her view, Song Qingshu's behavior was no different from denying responsibility afterwards.

Just now, I blurted out a question in a fit of anger, but now that I've come to my senses, I realize that I was a little out of line.

She sat down again, her fingertips lightly tapping the edge of the chair, her voice as cold as ice: "Do I know you well? Don't pretend to be an old acquaintance."

Song Qingshu was speechless. Damn it, she was the one who pretended to be a complete stranger and spoke sarcastically. He had only gone along with her and said a couple of things, but in the end, it was all his fault.

Zhao Min stopped looking at him, raised her eyes to Zhang Sanfeng in the hall, bowed from afar, and said loudly, "I am fortunate to meet the Northern Dipper of the Central Plains martial arts world today."

Zhang Sanfeng returned the greeting with his palms together and said leisurely, "I was unaware of your presence and was unable to greet you properly. Please forgive me."

Song Qingshu's lips twitched slightly. Wait, Grandmaster, why are you making jokes too?

Zhao Min found the word "Your Excellency" grating at the moment, thinking to herself that this lecherous man's glib and smooth-talking nature must have come from his roots in Wudang.

She gave Song Qingshu a cold look before saying to Zhang Sanfeng in a calm voice, "No problem, no problem."

At this moment, Zhang Wuji took a few steps forward and spoke:

"I have a deep impression of Miss Zhao since we parted at Green Willow Manor, but I do not know which leader of the Ming Cult you are, or when you took the position of 'leader'?"

If you are the leader of the Ming Cult, then who am I?

Or perhaps... this "Ming Cult" of yours, young lady, is not the same as the Ming Cult at Bright Peak?

Zhao Min initially thought it was just a young Taoist boy stepping forward, but when she heard his voice and saw his face clearly, her heart sank.

She didn't care that her identity was exposed; the title of "Leader of the Ming Cult" was just a front for outsiders.

What she was really worried about was that since Zhang Wuji was here, most of the Ming Cult's troops were already on their way. If they delayed any longer, their plans would be complicated.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt the urgency of time. Ignoring Zhang Wuji's words, she turned to look at Song Qingshu, her expression becoming serious:

"Young Master Song, I have some good advice for you, and I hope you will pass it on to Master Zhang."

Song Qingshu knew what she wanted to say, but still spoke up: "Please speak."

  

Zhao Min said earnestly, "Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the king; on the shores of the earth, all people are subjects of the king. The Mongol emperor's power extends to all corners of the world. If you can persuade Master Zhang to submit, the emperor will bestow a special title upon him, and the Wudang Sect will naturally be greatly honored. Wouldn't that be wonderful!"

After saying this, she looked at Song Qingshu with a hint of anticipation.

But Song Qingshu's answer was destined to disappoint her, and every word was piercing to her heart.

He looked directly at Zhao Min: "The Yuan people are cruel and have harmed many people. Today, heroes are rising up all over the world, precisely to drive out the Tartars and reclaim our land! You should stop advising me, young lady!"

These words resonated deeply, and the Wudang disciples cheered enthusiastically.

"good!"

"Senior brother is right!"

……

Zhao Min was furious upon hearing this.

"presumptuous!"

"Wudang will be destroyed in the blink of an eye!"

"A mere child, utterly ignorant of the gravity of the situation!"

……

The argument among the crowd seemed to be isolated by the two of them, who looked at each other.

Zhao Min spoke in a sorrowful voice, "You insist on killing me!"

Song Qingshu sighed inwardly, paused, and then softened his voice slightly:

"It is not that I want to kill you, young lady, but rather that you have mobilized a large force to destroy my Wudang."

If I'm not mistaken, the six masters from the major sects who besieged Bright Peak are all in the hands of this young lady.

"If you, young lady, would be willing to release my Wudang group and then retreat down the mountain, I, Song, would be eternally grateful."

Zhao Min stared intently at Song Qingshu: "Song Qingshu, I'm asking you one last time, will you comply or not?"

This was the first time she had addressed Song Qingshu by his full name.

Song Qingshu met her gaze: "I'm afraid I cannot comply."

Their eyes met, and the night wind lifted their robes; their Taoist robes were whiter than snow, and their white clothes were like jade.

They were old acquaintances reunited, yet they stood on opposite sides of good and evil, separated by only a short distance, yet as if they were separated by an insurmountable chasm.

Zhao Min lowered her eyelids and slowly retreated.

"In that case, please come with us."

The dozen or so experts who had been in the hall earlier, along with the seven or eight experts who had surrounded her, and the Eight Heroes of Divine Arrows, all stepped forward, their eyes fixed on Song Qingshu with chilling intent.

Song Qingshu felt a chill run down his spine. These people were no trash; none of them were easy to deal with.

Leaving aside the others, Ah Da, Ah Er, and Ah San are all top-notch, not to mention the two elders of Xuanming.

He has now mastered Tai Chi Chuan and sword, and has also made some progress in One-Finger Divine Skill. His skills are now vastly different from when he fought against Granny Jin Hua.

But no one is so arrogant as to fight this many times.

Just as they were about to fight, Zhang Wuji leaped up and stood in front of his senior brother.

He was still unaware of Song Qingshu's skills and hurriedly spoke:

"Senior brother, the enemy has many experts, and these people are all treacherous, shameless, and disregard integrity. They are not comparable to the six major sects that besieged Bright Peak."

If you all rush in, it will be very difficult for me to keep you safe.

You should step back; things have come to this point, and I have no choice but to fight with all my might.

Ideally, we should capture that Miss Zhao and use her to coerce the other party.

Seeing Zhang Wuji shield him behind him, Song Qingshu was deeply moved.

Good child! It wasn't for nothing that your senior brother schemed... no, I mean, doted on you!

The war is about to start.

Just then, a sinister laugh was heard from outside the door, and a figure in blue flashed into the hall.

This person moved with the speed and agility of a ghost, like the wind and lightning.

Before the laughter had even faded, the person had already arrived.

Without even seeing how he entered the palace, he suddenly appeared behind the enemy expert and struck out with his palm at a burly man.

The man didn't turn around; instead, he struck back with the same palm, intending to fight him head-on.

Before the attack could land, the newcomer slapped another Hu man on the shoulder with his left hand. The Hu man dodged and kicked out.

The attackers had already begun their assault on a thin monk...

In the blink of an eye, he unleashed several moves, attacking several masters.

Although he missed every single move, the speed of his technique surprised all the experts.

The newcomer's purpose was not to defeat anyone; his actions, on the contrary, made the other party wary and dare not make any rash moves.

They all rushed in at once, what should the owner do?

After making his move, the man in blue flashed in front of Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu, ignoring the enemies behind him.

He first bowed to Zhang Wuji and said, "Wei Yixiao greets the leader."

This person was none other than Wei Yixiao, who rushed over at breakneck speed.

Then he stood up and smiled and nodded at Song Qingshu to show that he had greeted him.

His personality was eccentric to begin with, and the fact that he could smile at Song Qingshu meant that he acknowledged Song Qingshu in his heart.

Then he bowed to Zhang Sanfeng from afar: "Under the command of Zhang Sanfeng, the leader of the Ming Cult, junior Wei Yixiao pays respects to the True Man Zhang."

Zhang Sanfeng returned the greeting with a smile and said, "Mr. Wei, there's no need for such formalities. I've long admired the Green-Winged Bat King's superb lightness skill, and seeing it today, I can confirm it's truly extraordinary."

Wei Yi was overjoyed to receive praise from Zhang Sanfeng.

He turned to Zhang Wuji and said, "Master, am I not late?"

Zhang Wuji was still having a headache when Wei Yixiao arrived, and he was overjoyed, saying with a smile, "Not late, not late, the Bat King has come at just the right time!"

Song Qingshu thought to himself: Isn't it just in time? He was puzzled as to why these novel characters always seemed to appear at the exact right moment.

Just as I was thinking of setting up a checkpoint, a whooshing sound came from outside the door.