The Emperor Comes to the Heavens

Chapter 48

Thinking of this, Qingxuan's state of mind is brightened, his body and mind become more comfortable, and the speed of spiritual flow in his body seems to be faster. On the road of cultivation, state of mind is indeed very important.

Sitting cross-legged on a branch with the breeze blowing, the four nights were silent.

As time goes by, the golden crow rises in the east, the morning glow is gorgeous, and the dewdrops are crystal clear in the lush mountain forest. With the warm sunlight shining down, the sun can be seen everywhere.

On the thick branch, Qingxuan breathed out a turbid breath, his eyes gradually opened, and the sharp look flashed from his eyes, and he murmured: "We are getting closer and closer to the second level of foundation building."

He jumped off the branch, let go of the reins, got on the horse, and continued to run towards Guangmingding.

According to the calculation of yesterday's itinerary, it is estimated that it will take about an hour to arrive at Guangmingding. Walking in the sphere of influence of Mingjiao, Qingxuan rode a horse and looked at the scenery along the way, but it was very leisurely.

While Qing Xuan was leisurely, in another direction of the city, a group of people hurriedly galloped into Qubo City.

This group of people wore luxurious robes, with long swords around their waists, and they had extraordinary auras. If there were fellow martial artists here, they would definitely be able to recognize them. They were Song Yuanqiao, Yin Liting, Mo Shenggu and others from the Wudang sect.

As early as yesterday afternoon, Song Yuanqiao and the others had already received the letter from Feige. When they saw the information in the book, they were shocked immediately, packed up their things, and hurried to Qubo City.

According to the inn that Elder Mu said, Song Yuanqiao and others rushed into it one after another. Looking at the wounded Wudang disciples in the inn, their heartstrings suddenly tensed.

Then he came to the guest room, looking at Song Qingshu lying on the bed with a face as pale as snow, Song Yuanqiao's heart twitched violently.

Seeing Song Yuanqiao and others coming, Elder Mu saluted slightly.

"Qingshu..."

Seeing Song Qingshu's sick appearance, even Song Yuanqiao, who is in charge of such a top force as the Wudang faction, felt extremely sad.

As if hearing Song Yuanqiao's voice, Song Qingshu, who had his eyes closed, also slowly woke up, his eyes were full of despair, as if he had found a backer, tears fell down in an instant.

"Father, all my meridians are broken, and I can't gather my internal energy anymore. It's all that animal. Father, you must avenge me, you must kill him, you must kill him!"

Thinking that from now on, he would be completely useless, doomed not to be able to practice martial arts, not destined to be the head of the Wudang School, and Zhou Zhiruo would not be able to marry him, Song Qingshu's face was ferocious, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked extremely terrifying.

Even though Song Qingshu looked like this, Song Qingshu was very distressed, but when he heard such harsh words from his beloved son, there was a look of anger on his face.

"Nie Zi, you actually have the face to say it!"

Staring at Song Qingshu, Song Yuanqiao was extremely sad, and roared: "This time, it was my Wudang disciple who made a mistake first. I didn't know how to restrain myself when I went out. I was so arrogant. I deserved it if I was hurt. If it wasn't for your last word of mouth, How could your Uncle Mu be injured, you wouldn’t have ended up like this, and now you’re about to kill someone with your mouth open, is that what I usually teach you?”

What happened, Elder Mu has already stated clearly in his biography.

Song Yuanqiao knew the ins and outs, so he couldn't blame others, but his beloved son didn't know how to repent, and wanted to seek revenge, which made him heartbroken.

As soon as the low roar fell, Song Qingshu's face was covered with tears, and he sobbed a few times and dared not speak.

He grew up in Wudang Mountain since he was a child, and Song Yuanqiao has always been a majestic father figure in his mind. Now when he gets angry, he dare not complain about the pain, and swallows the cruel words in his mouth.

Except for Song Yuanqiao, Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu also frowned. They knew the cause and effect of the matter and did not speak, but they were displeased with Song Qingshu's words just now.

The Wudang faction is a top-notch decent sect, and the latter is the best among the third-generation disciples. Although he is abolished now, his identity is still Song Yuanqiao's child, and every word and deed represents Wudang. If what he said just now makes other sects listen , I'm afraid that rumors and rumors are flying all over the sky, and if Zhang Zhenren blames him, Song Yuanqiao will be charged with the crime of being incompetent in teaching his son.

At this time, Mo Shenggu said in a deep voice: "Eldest brother, although the disciples in the sect are to blame this time, the other party's attack was too harsh. Qing Shu's unscrupulous words broke the meridians of his whole body, which is simply worse than life." Die."

Yin Liting nodded slightly, feeling the same way.

"I know, you don't need to say more."

Song Yuanqiao sighed, although Song Qingshu's words were indeed a bit too arrogant, but they would not break the meridians of the whole body, and the attack was too harsh, thinking of this, he felt a little resentful.

After pondering for a while, Song Yuanqiao suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Stop this matter for now, send Qingshu back to Wudang first, Master has excellent medical skills, maybe there are other ways, recently the disciples of the Devil's Cult have behaved indiscriminately, Master Miejue Tai also came to Qubo City, let's meet first and discuss how to defeat the Demon Cult."

"The thing about Qingshu."

"The one who invalidated Qingshu was a super expert. According to Elder Mu, the latter only took two palms back and forth and severely injured him, and broke all the meridians of Qingshu. His control power is so terrifying that it is extremely possible. It's that level!"

Song Yuanqiao said in an extremely solemn tone.

Grandmaster Realm!
Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu looked at each other, and both could see the horror in each other's eyes, but they heard that the latter seemed to be much younger than Song Qingshu.

If this is a master-level expert, the three of them may not be able to win each other.

The latter dared to abolish Song Qingshu, but did not kill him. Presumably the latter was also afraid. The only person who could make him afraid was their master, Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world, Zhang Zhenren.

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The mountains and plains were lush and green, and occasionally birdsong could be heard. Riding on horseback, Qingxuan took out the map and looked at it carefully, then glanced at several hills thousands of meters away, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

Although it was still a little far away, he could barely see clearly that the mountain was steep and easy to defend but difficult to attack. It should be the Bright Summit of the Mingjiao General Altar.

There are many organs on the Bright Peak, and the terrain is dangerous. If you want to reach the top of the mountain in a safe situation and without being discovered, there is only one way.

It is completely predictable that even if the six sects want to attack the Bright Summit from the front, they will have to pay a terrible price.

The reins were tied to the tree, and Qingxuan didn't intend to ride a horse for the road ahead, after all, the target was too obvious.

Recently, Mingjiao and other sects are very active, and they must be very vigilant. If they are discovered, it will inevitably lead to unnecessary troubles.

Abandoning the horses and glancing at the bright top, Qingxuan detoured the road, stepped lightly, and disappeared into the mountains like a ghost.

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(End of this chapter)