With hundreds of thousands of troops surrounding us, we are so afraid of death!
It felt nothing like the Zhao Min he had seen.
Yang Guo's figure gradually faded away, and Lu Qingyun smiled bitterly. He still couldn't change the ending of being chased away.
"Yes, you will be cruel to me!" Mu Wanqing hummed in an inappropriate voice.
Lu Qingyun was speechless and grinned awkwardly.
"Okay, now that things are like this, let's follow Dad's wishes and quickly pack up and leave for Huizhou."
Yang Yaoqin interrupted the awkward atmosphere in the room.
"Qingyun, don't leave me behind this time."
Mu Wanqing showed a pitiful expression, grabbing Lu Qingyun's arm and shaking it.
"I'll take you to the head office." Lu Qingyun stretched out his hand, scraped Mu Wanqing's nose, and said to Yang Yaoqin: "Qin'er, you and Wanqing pack up, I have to go out."
This time when I go to Huizhou, something unexpected might happen, and it's definitely not okay if I don't have a reliable person around me.
But among his direct descendants, except for the eight friends of Hangu, the rest were all women, which was a headache.
I regret not recruiting any capable younger brothers.
"Leader!"
Wei Yixiao stood at the entrance of the courtyard, grinning from ear to ear.
He had already disseminated the news that Lu Qingyun had taken over as the leader of the Ming Cult, and it would spread throughout the Central Plains martial arts community in less than two days.
The day when Mingjiao will rise strongly is not far away.
"What's the news about the Beggar Clan in the North?"
Among the news that Lu Qingyun received, the one that was in conflict with the Ming Cult was the Southern Beggar Gang, while the Northern Beggar Gang had no movement.
If the northern and southern beggar gangs unite, the Mingjiao situation will be very troublesome.
"Reporting to the leader, the Northern Beggar Clan does not recognize the identity of Zhao Ling'er's leader, and there is no major conflict with our Ming Cult."
"Zhao Ling'er?" Lu Qingyun was stunned for a moment, then understood.
Zhao Min really knew how to play, but she actually used a pseudonym. No wonder no one knew her Mongolian identity.
"How did you know that Zhao Ling'er's true identity is Zhao Min?"
Wei Yixiao chuckled, "Master, have you forgotten Fan Youshi? He is always by Zhao Min's side."
Lu Qingyun felt a little strange. Didn't Fan Yao follow Zhao Min wholeheartedly? Why is he now secretly communicating with the Ming Cult? What does it mean?
Wei Yixiao put away his smile and said seriously: "Master Yang remembered that he had made great contributions to our religion and pardoned his sins. He told Master Yang about Zhao Min's identity."
"Since Master Yang has pardoned him, I will not pursue him any further. I will tell him that what I hate most in my life is a traitor, so let him do what he wants."
"Tell the Northern Beggar Gang that Zhao Min is a Mongolian princess. I believe they will not sit idly by. At the same time, send some of the Northern Mingjiao Army to Huizhou to stand by on the front line."
No matter how Mingjiao declines, it still has its foundation. Lu Qingyun didn't want to drag it out any longer and wanted to fight Zhao Min to decide the outcome.
"Yes, leader, this subordinate will go and give the leader's order."
Wei Yixiao was shocked. He had just taken over the Mingjiao and was about to have a decisive battle with the Southern Beggar Clan. He did not dare to neglect at that moment. He bowed to Lu Qingyun and left quickly.
Lu Qingyun then came to Zixiao Palace and found Song Qingshu.
"Junior Brother Qingyun, do you have anything to say to me?"
"Well, I need Wudang disciples to pass on some news for me."
Song Qingshu is now the headmaster of Wudang and has full authority to manage all affairs of the Wudang Sect.
Although Lu Qingyun could take over as the first Wudang disciple, he still wanted to say hello to Song Qingshu out of respect.
"Hey, junior brother just needs to be the first to make arrangements for this kind of thing." Song Qingshu said with a smile.
"How can that be done! The uncle handed over Wudang to the senior brother, and the senior brother is the headmaster of Wudang. Qingyun is a disciple of Wudang. How can he give orders privately without passing the senior brother? This is against the rules."
Lu Qingyun's few words made Song Qingshu smile. Being able to have Lu Qingyun's Lord was as comfortable as eating iced watermelon in the dog days of summer.
"Looking at what you said, do we senior brothers still need to be like this? Junior Brother Qingyun, if there is anything you want senior brother to do, just tell him."
"Junior brother has taken over as the leader of the Ming Cult, and it is inevitable to start a war with the Southern Beggar Clan. Now I don't have enough manpower. I need my brother to help me send a message to Emei and the Wuyue Sword Sect."
The Emei Sect can be said to be the direct descendants of Lu Qingyun. Ding Minjun performed well in the Yuezhou battle again. Such a capable person must be recruited around.
Considering that Emei's vitality has not yet recovered, Lu Qingyun decided to only send eight Jing generation disciples to follow Ding Minjun.
The Wuyue Sword Sect put him in the position of leader, and it was natural that they should make some efforts at this time. If they refused to make efforts this time, they would break up in the future.
Lu Qingyun picked up the brush on the table, and started writing quickly without avoiding Song Qingshu.
After the two letters were written and dried, they were stuffed into envelopes and handed to Song Qingshu. Lu Qingyun suddenly thought of dispatching the northern army to the south. Logistics and food must be the most critical thing.
He picked up the pen and wrote another letter, "Senior brother, please give this letter to Mo Qiao of Mo Family Trading Company."
Mo Shuyu is his eldest disciple, and Mo Family Trading Company has been tied to him for a long time. They must handle this logistics well.
"Junior brother Qingyun, how about I go ask Grand Master for instructions and send Wudang disciples out to assist you?"
"Thank you for your kindness, senior brother. It is not appropriate for Wudang to intervene this time. If Qingyun is unable to catch it, he will definitely ask senior brother for help."
Song Qingshu took the three letters and nodded solemnly, "Junior brother, don't worry, I will immediately ask the Wudang disciples to deliver them as quickly as possible."
It didn't take long.
Dozens of Wudang Mountain disciples mounted fast horses and galloped away with Lu Qingyun's three letters.
Lu Qingyun said goodbye to Song Qingshu and returned to the small courtyard.
Yang Yaoqin and Mu Wanqing have finished cleaning up.
"Qingyun, should we set off overnight or wait until dawn tomorrow?"
"Time waits for no one, we will leave immediately."
Arrive in Huizhou early so you can make early preparations.
Lu Qingyun didn't want to waste time. If Huizhou had enough troops, he wanted to kill Zhao Min before the scheduled fight with He Zudao.
In this way, it would be useless to fight for my father-in-law and grand master.
The three of them left Wudang Mountain through the night.
Zhang Sanfeng looked at the departing figure and sighed: "The brat is too murderous. This time he leaves, there will be another bloody storm."
"So what? The world is full of blood and blood, so it's not a good time to break out into a new world while you're young."
An imperceptible smile appeared on Yang Guo's lips.
Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile: "The old Taoist regrets sending the brat to the ancient tomb."
"Little Taoist priest, are you saying that I taught the brat to become a big devil?" Yang Guo glared at Zhang Sanfeng angrily.
"Isn't it true? Since I handed Qingyun to you, I have become the most powerful demon in the world in just ten years. Isn't it your credit?"
"Fart! Little Taoist priest, I noticed your skin is a little itchy."
"Kanglong has regrets!"
