"You do not understand."
Taking over the Ming Cult is different from taking over the Five Sacred Sword Sect.
The Wuyue Sword Sect only has a few people. Even if it develops well, it will only be able to defeat tens of thousands of people. The strongest one is about the same as Wudang.
As long as there is no trouble in the future, he can give up his job when the time comes.
But the Mingjiao is different. They are constantly grabbing territory and have the strength to conquer the Central Plains.
Even if it is weak now, there are still hundreds of thousands of followers.
Such a huge sect is not easy to manage.
A single decision could cost the lives of thousands of believers.
"I don't understand, but I know that only by weakening the strength of the Beggar Gang can we achieve a stable life. Instead of worrying about the threat of the Beggar Gang all day long, it is better to nip the threat in the cradle. This is not a song you instilled in me concept?”
Yang Yaoqin looked at Lu Qingyun intently.
Lu Qingyun decided to explain the matter clearly, patted Mu Wanqing, and after she left his arms, he stood up and sat in front of Yang Yaoqin.
"After the Five Mountains Sword Sect grew stronger and became more fearful to the Beggar Clan, I could escape. But the Ming Cult is different. If I became the leader of the Ming Cult, I would definitely start a war with the Beggar Clan and regain the lost territory."
"With my strength and the Mingjiao, it shouldn't be a big problem to kill the Beggars or break up the Beggars. By then, the Mingjiao will surely unify the Central Plains. As the leader of the Mingjiao, I will become the lord of the Central Plains. You want me to be the emperor." ?"
Mu Wanqing opened her mouth wide, "No way!"
"Why not? The Mongols have withdrawn from the Central Plains, and only the Mingjiao and the Beggar Clan are left to compete for strength in the Central Plains." Lu Qingyun said angrily.
"Then do it. Even if you don't become the emperor of the Central Plains, you will still be a great emperor in the future.
Mu Wanqing said loudly without any scruples.
"I've told you, I'm not Duan Yu, and I can't possibly take over Dali." Lu Qingyun said with some dissatisfaction.
"The leader of Dali, Duan Zhengming and Master Kurong, believe that you are Duan Yu. Didn't you also explain it to them? Did they listen?"
Mu Wanqing curled her lips.
"Wanqing, please stop bickering. Qingyun knows some things." Yang Yaoqin sighed softly. She didn't want to escape from this disputed world.
But things happened to me one after another, and I couldn't escape even if I wanted to.
People in the arena involuntarily!
Even if you don't cause trouble, trouble will still come.
"Qingyun, what do you think dad will do?"
Lu Qingyun waved his hand, "How did I know this? It would be great if my father-in-law had another disciple, so that he could take over as the Ming Cult."
"You are thinking too much. According to my guess, the most likely thing is that you will take over the Mingjiao. Dad has also put a lot of effort into it, and he will not take it seriously if the Mingjiao falls apart."
"..." Lu Qingyun was speechless for a while.
If his father-in-law asked him to take over the Ming Cult, could he refuse?
Mu Wanqing couldn't stand it anymore and complained: "Are you still a man who is grinding and chirping? Isn't it just to be the leader of the Ming Cult? How big of a deal is it? Where is your previous decisiveness in killing?"
"Mu Wanqing, you must have taken the wrong medicine today, why are you always quarreling with me?" Lu Qingyun stared at him again, patting the table and asked.
"I...what's wrong with me? I'm telling the truth."
Mu Wanqing pouted, not daring to say another word.
The circles around his eyes were red, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"Okay, Wan'er has a childish temper. Don't you understand her yet? Why are you so angry?"
Yang Yaoqin glared at Lu Qingyun and pulled Mu Wanqing to her side for comfort.
"Hey, it seems I came at the wrong time." Yang Guo walked into the room with a smile.
"Dad, you're here, sit down quickly." Yang Yaoqin quickly stood up and pulled Yang Guo's sleeve.
Yang Guo glanced at Lu Qingyun and said with a smile: "It seems that brat doesn't welcome me!"
Lu Qingyun showed an embarrassed smile.
Not even an hour after leaving Houshan, Yang Guo came to see him. It must be about the leader of the Ming Cult.
It seems that even if you don’t answer it, you have to answer it.
He didn't dare to refute Yang Guo's face.
"How dare Qingyun not welcome my father-in-law? It's just that I was so angry with Wan'er, a stinky girl, that I couldn't calm down."
"The Ming Cult cannot be disrupted. The position of leader can only be given to someone who can be trusted."
Yang Guo didn't talk nonsense, he entered with a single sword and made his purpose clear.
"I understand what my father-in-law means, but the Ming Cult is too huge. I..."
Lu Qingyun didn't say any more, but he made his meaning clear.
He has no manpower and cannot manage such a huge Mingjiao.
"Don't worry, you won't be allowed to become a mere leader. Wei Yixiao and the leader of the Five Elements Flag will definitely be loyal to you. Most of the rebel leaders from all over the country are also loyal to you."
"Let me tell you another top-secret news. The leader of the Beggar Clan is an old acquaintance of yours."
Yang Guo showed a meaningful smile.
"Who?" The figure of Zhao Min appeared in Lu Qingyun's mind. It couldn't really be her.
"You don't want the Central Plains to fall into the hands of the Mongols again!"
Seeing Lu Qingyun's expression, Yang Guo smiled. I know he guessed it.
"How is that possible! Are the Beggar Gang blind? How could they choose her as their leader?"
This Zhao Min is a Mongolian, doesn’t the Beggar Clan hate the Mongolian and Yuan court the most? How could Zhao Min become the gang leader?
"You, an old acquaintance, are very clever. If you weren't born a girl, you would definitely be a powerful figure!"
The foggy conversation between the two made Yang Yaoqin confused, and said somewhat unhappily: "Dad, Qingyun, who are you talking about?"
Yang Guo smiled and said: "The daughter of King Ruyang, Minmin Temu'er, is Princess Zhao Min who is hated by the martial arts community in the Central Plains."
"It turns out to be her!"
Zhao Min’s name is familiar.
Destroy Shaolin, attack Wudang, lock the six major sects in Wan'an Temple, besiege Shaoshi Mountain, etc. . . .
It can be said that her hands are stained with the blood of the Central Plains martial arts.
Yang Yaoqin looked at Lu Qingyun, "You seem to be familiar with her?"
"No way, I'm not familiar with you."
Lu Qingyun quickly denied it. He didn't want to create a gap between Zhao Min and Yang Yaoqin.
"I have said everything that needs to be said. Tomorrow I will let Wei Yixiao tell the world that you will become the thirty-fifth generation leader of the Ming Cult."
"Hurry up and prepare, and take Qin'er to Huizhou to take charge of the overall situation."
Yang Guo didn't give Lu Qingyun a chance to speak, and took over to arrange the next thing.
"So anxious? What should we do about our appointment with He Zudao?"
"Individual matters are small, but common people's matters are big. There is no way for me and Zhang Sanfeng to deal with it. The most important thing for you now is to prevent Zhao Min from occupying the Central Plains."
"Then I can just go ahead and kill Zhao Min!"
Lu Qingyun felt that there was no need to go to war in such a big way and could kill Zhao Min once and for all.
"Haha, if she is so easy to kill, why should you go to Huizhou to take charge of the overall situation? She has a hundred thousand soldiers around her, can you kill them all?"
