One family does not speak the same language.
After encountering something, these juniors of the Wudang Clan are quite reliable.
They were all martial arts practitioners and their steps were brisk. After running like this for half an hour, they arrived at the foot of Mount Emei.
Listening to the shouts coming from the disciples of the Emei Sect above, Song Qingshu was extremely anxious.
"Uncle Xi, you and your junior brothers come behind you, I'll go first." Song Qingshu shouted.
"Okay, Qingshu, just go ahead." Zhang Songxi replied.
Seeing that Zhang Songxi agreed, Song Qingshu stopped holding back. He only saw him kicking his feet on the ground and leaping up. He used Qinggong and walked on the treetops.
Zhang Songxi looked at Song Qingshu's leaving figure and couldn't help feeling that Qingshu's martial arts was getting better and better.
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The further up Song Qingshu went, the more cruel he saw. Many Emei disciples were killed by the enemy at a young age.
Fortunately, the group of people did not humiliate them in every possible way, otherwise they would be even more angry.
Arriving all the way to the Qing Palace, Song Qingshu finally saw Zhou Zhiruo. At this time, she was covered in blood and holding a Heavenly Sword. Every move was fatal. Behind her, there were some disciples of the Emei Sect who were desperately resisting.
Looking at the group of Yuan soldiers surrounding Zhou Zhiruo, Song Qingshu couldn't help but shout loudly.
I saw him playing a set of "Dragon Subduing Palms" in the air, releasing his internal energy outwards to form a giant blue dragon, roaring towards Yuan Bing.
With just one palm, more than a dozen Yuan soldiers were cleared away, leaving flaws in the encirclement.
Song Qingshu turned his hand and drew his sword, and charged into the crowd. After one move, one of the Yuan soldiers would fall, which made the survivors tremble with fear.
"Retreat, retreat quickly." The leader of the Yuan soldiers shouted outside.
Seeing this, Song Qingshu picked up the spear at his feet, raised his arms, and fired the spear at him.
"Poof." The leader of the Yuan soldiers died in response.
Seeing this, the remaining Yuan soldiers dared not go against Song Qingshu. They threw away their weapons and ran away. After Song Qingshu killed a few more people, he rushed to Zhou Zhiruo's side.
"Sister Zhiruo, are you okay?"
Zhou Zhiruo looked at Song Qingshu, and the grief and grievance in her heart suddenly couldn't be suppressed. She dropped the Heavenly Sword and threw herself into Song Qingshu's arms, crying loudly.
As she told her stories intermittently, Song Qingshu came to know that Master Miejie was dead.
He died in a sneak attack. The man's martial arts was very strong, and he seriously injured Master Miejie with just one palm.
"Brother Qingshu, Master entrusted the Emei Sect to me before he died, but I feel that I cannot shoulder such a big responsibility, but I don't want to disappoint Master. What should I do?" Zhou Zhiruo said with tears in her eyes.
Song Qingshu touched Zhou Zhiruo's little head and comforted him: "It's okay. I'm here. Let's carry forward the Emei Sect together."
Zhou Zhiruo nodded. After Song Qingshu saw her emotions vented, he arranged for the Emei disciples to start washing the floor.
It is worth mentioning that Song Qingshu couldn't help but see the corpse of Master Miejie and the corpse of Emei's shit stirrer Ding Minjun. This was good news for Zhou Zhiruo.
Soon Zhang Songxi came up with the Wudang Sect disciples. After Song Qingshu briefly explained the matter, he arranged for everyone to help wash the floor, and then prepared to exterminate their funeral.
As for his marriage to Zhou Zhiruo, it was naturally postponed. After all, someone had just died, so it had to be postponed until the first seven days.
With more people and greater strength, they cleared out the Emei sect at night.
However, the Emei Sect's palace was set on fire and was obviously no longer usable and needed to be rebuilt.
For this reason, Song Qingshu took out the betrothal gift to facilitate Zhou Zhiruo's arrangements.
In grief, Master Miu was buried.
Zhou Zhiruo also rose from the ashes in grief and became the new head of the Emei Sect.
Zhou Zhiruo, leader of the Emei Sect
After waiting for the first seven days, Song Qingshu proposed to leave two Emei Sect disciples to guard the craftsmen and rebuild the Emei Sect, while the remaining disciples followed Song Qingshu and the others to the Wudang Sect to attend the wedding of Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo.
As for why there are not more disciples here, it is because there are only twenty people left in the Emei Sect. This has to be said about the ruthlessness of Yuan Bing.
After simple repairs, they set off. The dead have passed away, and the living still need to look bright and thrive.
However, Song Qingshu promised Zhou Zhiruo that after the wedding, he would organize a team to take revenge on the court.
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"boom."
Zhao Min picked up the teacup and threw it against the wall, causing it to break into pieces.
"What do you do for food? I asked you to kill Zhou Zhiruo, but now she is still alive and well. Just destroying the Emei Sect is useless." An angry Zhao Min pointed at the nose of the Eight Heroes of the Arrow and cursed. .
The Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow did not respond. They knew that the princess was angry now. The more she argued, the harsher her punishment would be.
In fact, they were also surprised. Although they had never met Zhou Zhiruo, from the information they received, it seemed that Zhou Zhiruo had won the trust of Master Miejie. So after Luzhangke sneak attack on Miejie, they immediately killed the disciples of Master Miejue in the Western Zhou Dynasty. Humanity is destroyed.
Unexpectedly, none of them were named Zhou Zhiruo, and they all killed the wrong person.
Then Master Miejie was so violent that he frightened them with his life-threatening attitude, so that they did not dare to kill indiscriminately. Later, when they heard the news that Song Qingshu had arrived, they did not dare to expose themselves and left quickly, so they became what they are now. look.
Oh, what a bad luck.
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Nearly a month later, Song Qingshu and the others returned to Wudang Mountain.
As early as on the way, he and Zhou Zhiruo put on their wedding attire, and the people accompanying them also put on festive clothes, and rushed to the Wudang Sect in a hurry.
Many people came to pick up Song Qingshu and the others, including Song Yuanqiao and several senior uncles.
Zhang Wuji, a silly boy, also put on a wedding dress, with a smile on his face.
After carrying Zhou Zhiruo to the new house, Song Qingshu, as the protagonist of the wedding, began to entertain the guests.
They were all old acquaintances, Kong Wen and Kong Jian of Shaolin Temple, the elders of Kongtong Sect... they were all the ones he rescued from Wan'an Temple.
Zhang Wuji's place was also very lively. His grandfather, uncle and disciples from the Tianying Sect came over to have a banquet, and the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves for a while.
As the elder of the two newlyweds, Zhang Sanfeng never broke the smile on his face.
The same was true for Song Yuanqiao. He couldn't help wiping his tears when he looked at Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji who were wearing red robes.
"Wan'er, have you seen it? Our child is getting married. Fifth brother, Wuji has also grown up. I hope you can bless them with long-term happiness and health in heaven."
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That night, after entertaining the guests, Song Qingshu returned to the wedding room.
As soon as he entered the door, his eyes were attracted by Zhou Zhiruo, who was wearing wedding clothes.
"Sister Zhiruo."
Song Qingshu picked up the wedding scale and lifted his hijab, and saw Zhou Zhiruo's shy little face.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but touch her cheek. It felt very soft and smooth, and he really wanted to kiss her.
This is what he thought and did, but when he wanted to go deeper, Zhou Zhiruo stopped him.
"Brother Qingshu, let's have a drink."
