The Emperor Comes to the Heavens

Chapter 69 Returning to Wudang
After Chen Youliang left, Qingxuan didn't stop in the small town, he practiced stepping on the snow along the way, and stopped for a few days when he encountered a small town.

Stop and go along the way, but got a lot of useful news.

Half a year has passed, but there hasn't been much change in the martial arts in the Central Plains.

Rumor has it that Mingjiao has elected a new leader, who is 'Zhang Wuji', the son of Wudang Wuxia Zhang Cuishan.

Involved with the Wudang faction, even though Mingjiao has a bad reputation and its strength has plummeted after the six factions besieged Guangmingding six months ago, no sect dares to cause trouble easily.

Although it is explained that the teaching staff has been reduced, there are still more than a hundred masters in the teaching, which is comparable to any of the six major schools.

After the six sects collapsed in Guangmingding, all sects and sects also suffered losses, and there has not been much movement in the Jianghu recently.

However, after King Ruyang was assassinated, the murderer disappeared. Everyone knew that thousands of soldiers were lost during the collapse of Guangmingding.

Those Yuan soldiers all came from the Ruyang Palace. Now that Ruyang King was assassinated to death, people from all walks of life gathered their eyes on the capital, wondering who was targeting the Dayuan court?
Of course, after that incident, the Great Yuan court exerted pressure again and again, which put all people in the world in jeopardy.

To this, Qing Xuan smiled back, what he wanted was this effect.

Fan Yuan is not enough to assassinate a prince of the Yuan Dynasty, otherwise, so what if he personally slaughtered the Yuan Dynasty court?
However, there was one thing that made him quite curious. After the death of King Ruyang, the seventh prince forced a marriage, and Zhao Min fled.

The mysterious young man rumored in the rivers and lakes, if he guessed correctly, should be Zhang Wuji, right?
Unexpectedly, even if he stepped in and changed the plot, he was still back on track. Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min were only a little off.

Traveling in the mountains and rivers, the autumn wind is refreshing, and the maple leaves are withered and yellow.

After nearly two months, Qing Xuan finally returned to the capital.

At this time, the capital was not as strict as it was seven months ago, the city gate was wide open, and only a few Yuan soldiers guarded it, presumably the Yuan court should have breathed a sigh of relief.

Stepping into the prosperous capital, Qingxuan didn't stop in his footsteps, nor did he walk towards the street, but went west along the river bank.

In the west of the capital, compared to other areas, it is not considered prosperous. This is the headquarters of the beggar gang.

Stepping into the original inn, the shopkeeper is a disciple of the beggar gang, because Qingxuan has been here once, so he recognized him at a glance.

"Is Chen Youliang in there?"

"Master Chen, Elder Chen has been in the east of the city recently, I'll go find him right away, you go and sit on it for a while."

Sitting at the window on the second floor, some disciples of the beggar gang brought tea and pastries, and Qingxuan sipped the green tea with a relaxed expression.

"Young master, what you arranged for me to do has already been done."

About half an hour later, Chen Youliang hurried back, saluted him, and put the brown-gray box in his arms on the table.

When the box was opened, what came into view was a sharp sword with a dark golden dragon head handle. The blade and handle had been melted together, and it looked the same as before.

"I didn't expect there to be such a casting master in this capital."

"Young Master Miao Zan, this knife is made of special fine gold. There is no way for a blacksmith to forge a weapon of the same level, but a little more material is added to fill the gap."

After closing the box, Qingxuan smiled slightly and said, "It's not bad, how is Xie Xun?"

"Xie Xun's meridians have all been severed. He is already a useless person. He dare not make mistakes. He was imprisoned in the dungeon of the beggar gang. According to the young master's order, he had three meals a day. He did not neglect him at all."

"Well, you go to Shaolin yourself, send Xie Xun and Dragon Saber together, and then..."

After ordering Chen Youliang, Qingxuan left the beggar gang.

Before Chen Youliang finished the matter, he still had to go to the Wudang faction. Going to Wudang had nothing to do with the mission, but Zhang Sanfeng had to intervene in some matters.

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Half a month later, in the early morning, the golden crow rose in the east, the sky was full of morning glow, and the dewdrops were crystal clear, but the road was covered with dead leaves.

After traveling for half a month, Qingxuan finally arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Stepping on the bluestone steps towards Wudang Mountain, the breeze blows off a few withered yellow leaves. It just so happens that the disciples guarding the gate of the mountain are the same as half a year ago.

Qingxuan didn't make it difficult for them either, after they went to report, several figures hurried over.

The visitors were six middle-aged men wearing Wudang training uniforms, with swords hanging from their waists, and their long hair bound by green cloth. They looked quite dignified.

Four of them Qingxuan had met before were Song Yuanqiao, Yin Liting, Mo Shenggu and Yu Lianzhou.

After seeing Qingxuan, Song Yuanqiao's face was not very good-looking, while Yin Liting, Mo Shenggu and Yu Lianzhou had complex expressions.

Half a year ago, they learned that in Qubo City, it was this son who injured Wudang disciples and broke Song Qingshu's meridians. Even so, the latter is the head of a sect on an equal footing with their master, and etiquette is still necessary.

"I have met the head of Qingxuan."

"Everyone, stay safe."

Seeing Song Yuanqiao's expression in his eyes, Qingxuan had a light smile on his face, and said, "It seems that you don't welcome me?"

When he came back to his senses, Song Yuanqiao smiled forcedly, and said, "Where can the head of Qingxuan come and make Wudang flourish, please come inside."

Glancing at Song Yuanqiao, Qing Xuan nodded slightly.

Being able to be the head of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, Song Yuanqiao also has his strengths. Although he is not poor in his heart, he is clear about what is wrong and focuses on the overall situation. .

Moreover, he abolished Song Qingshu, and he really inadvertently saved the latter's life.

Otherwise, the latter is narrow-minded, and is likely to embark on the road of no return in the original book. Now that he can save his life, he should be thankful.

"Everyone can send it here, and I will go up by myself."

Along the bluestone stairs, to the front of the Hall of Merit, Qingxuan smiled lightly, and walked towards the top of Wudang Mountain.

Looking at his back, Song Yuanqiao sighed softly, feeling rather helpless.

Mo Shenggu frowned, and said angrily: "Senior brother, Qing Shu is still lying on the bed, life would be better than death, should this be the case?"

Song Yuanqiao pressed his hands when he heard the words.

"I know about this matter, but the head of Qingxuan should seek his master to discuss something. After the discussion is over, I will ask him for advice."

At this time, Yu Lianzhou said in a deep voice: "Eldest brother, I'm not alarmist. Don't look at him at a young age, but his martial arts are at the peak. The overall situation is the most important thing."

"I'm not confused. The Qingshu meridian can no longer be restored. This matter is a foregone conclusion. It's not bad to live an ordinary life on Wudang Mountain."

Hearing this, Yu Lianzhou nodded slightly, and glanced at the direction of the mountain top, he was worried that Song Yuanqiao would lose his sense of proportion for a while.

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(End of this chapter)