"Master, this disciple is wrong. You should not be timid." Song Yuanqiao hurriedly knelt in front of Zhang Sanfeng.
"Get up. It's not your fault."
Zhang Sanfeng understood that as long as he was around, no one would dare to go to Wudang to cause trouble, and his disciples were used to it.
"You old guys, don't go down this mountain. Qingshu will lead the team. When we get to the ground in Yuezhou, we will follow Qingyun's arrangements."
Zhang Sanfeng paused, "If you want to say that Qingyun is more ruthless than Yongdou, tell the brat that no matter what happens, the veteran will stand up for him and let him do it!"
"Master, no, Qingyun is too murderous. It would be serious if he slaughtered the entire Yuezhou Beggar Gang."
Yu Daiyan quickly stopped him. He knew very well how murderous his precious disciple was.
"You still don't understand your apprentice. With the brat's temper, once such a big matter is decided, he will definitely mobilize all his strength. Do you think he notified Wudang?"
"The Emei Sect, the Hengshan Sect, the Sun and Moon Sect, and the Tianshan Lingjiu Palace are all his subordinates. The number of them is in the tens of thousands at least. Can we not let him lead them?"
Yu Daiyan's eyes widened. He didn't expect that his apprentice would become so powerful in just a few years.
If you are a little ambitious, there is absolutely no problem in unifying the world.
"The arena is always a place for young people. We are all old and we must know how to let go." Zhang Sanfeng sighed, patted Yu Daiyan's shoulder, and looked at Song Yuanqiao, "You too, don't keep holding Qingshu down. Yes, it’s time to let go.”
"Master is right."
Song Yuan answered respectfully on the bridge, but in his heart he didn't think that his master Zhang Sanfeng was right. If he hadn't kept strict control, Qingshu would have been led astray by Lu Qingyun. He still wanted to live a few more years!
But the thought of Song Qingshu going out with 20,000 disciples made his scalp tingle. With such a large scale, not to mention Song Qingshu, even if he personally led it, eating, drinking, sleeping and sleeping along the way would be a big trouble.
"Master, Qingshu has some ability in managing Wudang, but is it a bit reluctant to let him lead so many disciples?"
"Alas" Zhang Sanfeng sighed. He had just told Song Yuanqiao to let go, but now he said this again, obviously still worried. "If you don't let Qingshu become independent, will he be able to grow up? You won't be allowed to control this time!"
"Disciple, I obey." Zhang Sanfeng's tone became stern. Song Yuanqiao did not dare to say anything more and could only nod.
"All Wudang disciples who are capable of fighting will follow Qingshu down the mountain."
Since the death of Zhang Cuishan, Zhang Sanfeng has not cared about world affairs, and he does not know how many disciples in Wudang are capable of fighting. However, facing the behemoth of the Beggar Clan, Zhang Sanfeng feels that he must use all his strength to do so.
Song Yuanqiao opened his mouth wide in surprise, looked at Zhang Sanfeng blankly and said, "Master, is it too much?"
Zhang Sanfeng asked doubtfully: "Is it much?"
Song Yuanqiao said: "Master, there are more than 20,000 disciples above fifth grade."
Zhang Sanfeng's eyes widened in disbelief, and his hand stroking his beard stopped unconsciously.
"Yuanqiao, are you correct? There are more than 20,000 Wudang fifth-grade disciples?"
"Master, how could a disciple make such a big mistake?"
Zhang Sanfeng narrowed his eyes.
Looking back on those days, the Quanzhen Sect claimed to have 80,000 disciples in its heyday, and now Wudang is no less generous!
"Yuanqiao, thank you for your hard work. I didn't expect Wudang to develop so rapidly."
Song Yuanqiao asked tentatively: "Master, do you want to save some?"
"Whatever is left behind, all go down the mountain. If my master had known that Wudang had such strength, he would have unified the world long ago."
Zhang Sanfeng made a joke.
The Six Heroes of Wudang suppressed their laughter, and all of their faces turned red.
Zhang Sanfeng said in a deep voice: "Lao Six, Lao Seven, go to Mingjiao to take Wuji's child's body back to Wudang."
"yes."
Song Qingshu was taking out the golden hairpin he had just bought from his arms. When he heard Zhang Sanfeng's words, he immediately put the golden hairpin into Zhong Ling's hand and turned around to leave.
"Song Qingshu, why are you going?" Zhong Ling also felt something was wrong and asked loudly.
"Master Tai has an order, I must rush to Zixiao Palace immediately!" Song Qingshu rushed out without looking back.
Song Qingshu had just entered Zixiao Palace when he saw his father and five uncles standing on either side of Grand Master Zhang Sanfeng with livid faces.
"Master, father, uncle."
Song Qingshu strode forward and saluted one by one.
Song Yuanqiao said in a deep voice: "Qingshu, your junior brother Wuji died at the hands of the Beggar Clan elder Chen Youliang, and Qingyun is preparing to go to war against the Yuezhou Beggar Clan. Your great master has decided that you will lead the Wudang disciples down the mountain to help Qingyun. Can you take this responsibility? A heavy responsibility?"
"Master, father, uncle, Qingshu will fulfill his mission!" Song Qingshu raised his head and looked at everyone with a serious expression and firm eyes.
"Okay, you have to take good care of your junior brother along the way and not slack off for a moment. When you get to Zhujiazhai in Yuezhou, you will follow Qingyun's arrangements."
"yes."
"Dang, Dang, Dang..." The bell of Wudang Mountain rang rapidly.
Two hours later, Wudang disciples held long swords and descended from Wudang Mountain in a mighty manner, heading towards Yuezhou.
The Wu-Dang Clan's unusual behavior immediately shocked the entire world.
When the better sects in Wudang and along the way learned the news, they all sent their disciples to follow his orders.
Mount Heng.
Master Dingxian got the news from Lu Qingyun and immediately called Masters Dingjing and Dingyi together.
"Senior nephew Qingyun is going to go to war with the Beggar Clan. What do you think?"
"What is there to think about? When Hengshan was in trouble, Senior Nephew Qingyun came to help. Now that he is also the senior brother of Hengshan's disciples, he naturally wants to help."
Master Dingyi said loudly.
"Junior sister, don't be anxious. Senior nephew Qingyun is in trouble, so naturally we can't just sit idly by. However, Hengshan's disciples are relatively low in cultivation. It's up to the head junior sister to make the decision as to how many disciples should be sent."
Master Dingjing looked at Dingyi.
"Send out the disciples of rank five and above and let Yilin lead the team. Those with low cultivation should not go out."
Master Dingxian gave the final word.
The fifth level is a watershed. Only when you reach the fifth level of a warrior can you be considered to have the ability to protect yourself.
"Okay, notify the Hengshan disciples practicing in Emei immediately."
There are more than 300 disciples of Hengshan sect who are fifth-grade warriors and above, which is naturally incomparable with Wudang, but these are also all the disciples of Hengshan who can fight.
Yilin has now reached the half-step master level. After receiving the news, she immediately gathered the disciples who were practicing in Emei, packed her bags and immediately left Emei.
After receiving more than 300 Hengshan disciples halfway, they headed towards Zhujiazhai in Yuezhou.
Blackwood Cliff.
After Ren Yingying received the message, she naturally did not hesitate. Countless carrier pigeons flew out, and all the disciples of the Sun Moon God Sect gathered towards Yuezhou to obey Lu Qingyun's order.
Tianshan Lingjiu Palace is far away. After getting the news, Jiutian Jiubu immediately descended from Tianshan Mountain.
At the same time, orders were sent to all thirty-six holes and seventy-two islands to head towards the Central Plains.
The dark clouds of war enveloped the entire Central Plains.
This caused all forces to stop their activities and set their sights on Yuezhou.
