Terraria: The Digitalized Me Is Causing Chaos

"Twenty-seven, distribute all these armors and weapons." Yang Tao stood inside the armory of Black Eagle City's barracks, pointing at the equipment he had obtained from Kangxi, instructing Wang Twenty-seven and Dahu, who were beside him, both looking excited.

"Yes, sir!" Wang Twenty-seven's expression was very excited. In ancient times, soldiers with armor and those without were in completely different situations.

Previously, Zuo Lengchan of the Songshan School had many disciples and great strength, and even the Songshan School's base was built like a fortress.

However, he didn't dare to let his disciples wear armor. If the emperor got the news, even if the emperor was far away, the Ming Dynasty army would immediately let Zuo Lengchan know the majesty of the Ming Dynasty's laws.

After giving the instructions, Yang Tao looked at a strange man beside him and, pointing at the muskets on the ground, said, "Wu Cheng, I will have Twenty-seven cooperate with you to establish a musket army."

"Your duty is to teach them how to use muskets."

This man was someone Yang Tao had specifically requested from Kangxi. Without guidance, muskets, which already had some inherent dangers, would definitely become a weapon that killed their own people.

However, the power of this thing was very strong.

Yang Tao couldn't abandon it for fear of a minor problem. He also arranged for many craftsmen to disassemble some muskets and have them study them carefully.

Hopefully, this would improve the safety performance of the muskets.

Unfortunately, Yang Tao wasn't a military enthusiast before he transmigrated, nor had he ever processed this thing with a lathe himself.

He had only heard some old masters in factories say that someone could make their own homemade guns.

"Yes, sir!" After instructing everything, Yang Tao left the armory and returned to his own house.

Yin Liting immediately greeted him upon Yang Tao's return, his face filled with a smile, saying:

"Sir, shall we depart now?"

Yang Tao nodded slightly.

"Pack up a bit. We'll first go to your Wudang Mountain, then to Dadu. Let's move quickly; maybe we can catch up with your nephew, Wuji."

Yin Liting was stunned upon hearing this and quickly asked, "Wuji? He's also going to Dadu?"

"Yes, with his personality, upon learning the news of your fellow disciples, it's impossible for him to remain indifferent."

Yin Liting had spent a relatively short time with Wuji, but he had gained some understanding of Zhang Wuji's innocent and pure-hearted nature.

A look of concern appeared on his face.

Yang Buhui, seeing Yin Liting's expression, couldn't help but softly comfort him, "Senior Hero Yin, the sect leader is highly skilled in martial arts and will definitely rescue the people of the Wudang School."

Hearing Yang Buhui's words, Yin Liting nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Yang Tao and said, "Sir Yang, I'll go pack up first."

After speaking, he quickly turned and walked towards his room. Seeing this, Yang Buhui also returned to her own room.

Before long, the two of them came out of their rooms, each carrying a small bundle and holding weapons.

"Sir, we're ready." Seeing Yin Liting's anxious appearance, Yang Tao chuckled and said, "Since that's the case, let's set off."

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Traveling in ancient times was truly too time-consuming.

Along the way, the three of them traveled non-stop, day and night, and finally arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Yang Tao didn't feel any fatigue at all; he could even secretly cultivate while on horseback.

'This Nine Yang Divine Skill is indeed extraordinary. Even if the divine skill isn't fully mastered, this internal energy circulation isn't easily interrupted. This is simply the strongest cultivation method for internal cultivation!'

Now, he had already decided in his heart that once he found the Xuanming Elders, he would definitely find a way to get the Xuanming Palm.

The icy true energy contained in the Xuanming Palm was a great supplement for cultivating the Nine Yang Scripture.

'Or else... just tie the Xuanming Elders back? Use them as cultivation aids.'

Compared to Yang Tao, Yin Liting was a bit better, but Yang Buhui couldn't bear the bumps of the journey. At this moment, she was being held in Yin Liting's arms, the two of them riding a fast horse together.

"We're here!" Yin Liting reined in his horse, a smile appearing on his face. Looking at the steps leading to the Wudang School, he dismounted, then reached out his hand to help Yang Buhui down.

Yang Tao handed the reins in his hand to a person who came to greet him, and took the token handed over by the other party.

This was a post station specially set up by the Wudang School at the foot of the mountain, similar to a parking lot in later generations. Mount Hua also had one.

Otherwise, relying on riding a horse to climb the steps, it's really hard to know who's riding whom.

"Yin Liting, now that we've arrived, let's go." Yin Liting led the way, and the three followed the steps towards the Wudang School. Compared to Mount Hua, the terrain of this Wudang School was much better.

At least it wasn't so steep.

In the woods on both sides of the road, the chirping of birds never stopped. Yang Tao looked at those thick trees, always wanting to knock on them.

'I've knocked on trees too much, it's become a habit...'

He smiled helplessly and quickened his pace.

Soon, the mountain gate of the Wudang School came into his view.

A Wudang disciple outside the gate saw Yin Liting and immediately walked over.

He said with an excited face, "Uncle-Master Yin, you're back."

Then, his gaze fell on Yin Liting's right arm. Zhang Wuji had already returned to the Wudang School, and the news of Yin Liting losing his right arm had spread throughout the entire Wudang School.

However, now looking at the right arm wrapped in cloth strips, a look of doubt appeared on his face.

However, this Wudang disciple didn't ask much. After all, no matter what, Yin Liting was still his elder.

At this time, a group of people walked out of the Wudang School's main hall, led by the ethereal Zhang Sanfeng.

When Yin Liting saw Zhang Sanfeng, a look of grievance appeared on his face. Even though he was almost forty years old, he couldn't control his tears.

With a plop, Yin Liting knelt in front of Zhang Sanfeng.

"Unfilial disciple, Yin Liting greets Master."

Zhang Sanfeng quickly reached out his hand to help Yin Liting up, his face filled with concern.

"Child, get up, quickly get up."

"I've already heard it from that child Wuji. It's not your fault at all. It's just that the people of Ruyang Prince's Mansion are too treacherous."

"This time, the siege of Bright Peak by the six major sects was a conspiracy of the Ruyang Prince's Mansion."

Yin Liting adjusted his emotions and continued, "Master, my senior brothers have been taken away by the people of Ruyang Prince's Mansion, and their lives are now uncertain."

"Disciple... Disciple..."

Seeing Yin Liting so grief-stricken, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes also became somewhat red. He had watched all seven of the Wudang Seven Heroes grow up, so how could he not be sad that so many disciples had been involved in this incident?

"That child Wuji has already learned of the place where the people of the six major sects are being held. They departed yesterday, but unfortunately, Master was attacked yesterday and needs to recuperate for some time..."

Hearing this, Yin Liting quickly asked with concern, "Master, are you injured? What's going on?"

Zhang Sanfeng briefly explained what had happened in the past two days, and Yin Liting's expression became somewhat uncertain.

He hadn't expected the Yuan army to be so ruthless, having already destroyed Shaolin and even setting their sights on their Wudang.

Yang Tao, looking at Zhang Sanfeng in front of him, thought with some regret, "It would be great if this was the movie version of Zhang Sanfeng..."

"At this time, he might have already charged into the Yuan Dynasty's capital."

Whenever Yang Tao thought of Sammo Hung's portrayal of Zhang Sanfeng, he felt that the Zhang Sanfeng in front of him was really not as imposing as the Zhang Sanfeng in Jin Yong's novels, who dominated the entire martial world.