Chapter 152, the Great Shift of the Open Universe

Chapter 152, the Great Shift of the Open Universe

"Let's go, we'll wait for them on the road."

After everyone left, Song Qingshu called Zhang Wuji and walked down the mountain.

"Yes." Zhang Wuji responded and followed Song Qingshu.

From time to time, people around said hello to the two.

Everyone was carrying the bodies and burning them together.

The battle left more than six thousand dead.

None of the elite Yuan soldiers survived, and even if someone begged for mercy, they would still die.

The Central Plains people's hatred for Yuan Bing has penetrated deep into their bones.

In recent years, the Yuan Dynasty has squeezed the common people and made it difficult for them to make a living, and the major forces have also suffered greatly from it.

Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji walked in silence like this. The two of them did not communicate at all, and they only said hello to others.

Song Qingshu was a little better, he had experienced a war after all.

There were also many people who died in the battle in Jianghu Red Maple Forest.

Zhang Wuji was different. This was the first time Zhang Wuji had experienced such a battle.

Although the battle at Guangmingding was not a small one at the time, Zhang Wuji only saw the tip of the iceberg. He was captured by Monk Mu very early on in Guangmingding.

After a long time.

The two of them were far away from the battlefield and the corpses, and Song Qingshu's calm voice sounded.

"What does it feel like?"

Zhang Wuji didn't know how to answer.

This was a scene he had never experienced before. He had been recovering before.

When fighting at night, he guessed it would be tragic, but he didn't expect it to be so tragic.

The Mingjiao people only told him about the great victory, but did not tell him the specific situation.

"More people will die in the future." Song Qingshu ignored Zhang Wuji and continued to speak.

"If you want to overthrow the Yuanshi, there will be many, many battlefields like this."

"Whether it's Yuanshi or Zhongyuan, many people will die."

"The Mingjiao...is the main force."

"I know." Zhang Wuji's somewhat heavy voice sounded.

He is now the leader of the Ming Cult and knows the goals of the Ming Cult.

Song Qingshu turned to look at Zhang Wuji, his eyes a little complicated: "Do you really know?"

"Do you know how prepared I am for this battle?"

"I..." Zhang Wuji looked at Song Qingshan and his heart trembled.

Song Qingshu shook his head and continued to move forward, a somewhat helpless voice sounded.

"You know a lot of things."

"For example, when will I start setting up, and when will I secretly bring everyone in the martial arts world here."

"I'll tell you something you don't know."

"Do you know how much money and materials were spent this time?"

"The Sky Eagle Sect has almost wiped out all my savings over the years."

“Can you imagine how many resources were spent?”

"This does not include the support of the major forces in the martial arts. I was born in Wudang, have a good background, good strength, and a decent reputation."

"So the major forces are willing to help me, and everyone supports me silently without saying anything about consumption, but I know in my heart that these favors must be repaid."

"War is not just about war, it is about money and resources, you know?"

"Military supplies, food, medicine, etc..."

"This time it was because I had Wudang at my back, the terrain was advantageous, and I had been planning for half a year, so I won."

"But have you seen the price?"

Zhang Wuji was shocked and stopped in his tracks. He had never thought about this. Others had always arranged this.

Song Qingshu arranged so much, but so many people still died.

If it were somewhere else…

"Brother...what do you mean?"

Song Qingshu did not look back, but continued to move forward slowly, and the voice sounded again.

"Yes, that's what you have in mind."

"Other places will be even worse. You can ask Yang Xiao, ask Five Elements Flag, and look at how many people have died in these years."

"Yuanshi is very strong. Even if Yuanshi is about to collapse now, it is still very strong."

"I have asked Lao Qi to cooperate with the Five Elements Flag Uprising these years. I know very well how many people died."

Zhang Wuji couldn't calm down for a long time. He had never thought about this or looked at it.

Most of Yang Xiao and others just said casually.

"Brother, what do you think I should do?" Zhang Wuji quickly caught up with Song Qingshu and looked at Song Qingshu with extremely serious eyes.

He remembered what Song Qingshu said before. Since he is now the leader of the Ming Cult, he must consider the Ming Cult even if he is in office for a day.

Seek his job in his position.

Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji and said, "I don't want you to do anything, I just want to tell you something."

"You decide how to handle it."

Zhang Wuji didn't know anything about these things.

He was the leader of the church because he had no choice but to become the leader.

"Brother...I'm not suitable."

"Maybe." Song Qingshu responded. He also knew that Zhang Wuji was not suitable.

But it doesn't matter whether it is suitable or not, there is no other choice.

Zhang Wuji was destined to save the Mingjiao at Guangmingding.

The Ming Cult just wants a leader, a nominal leader.

As for whether the leader has talent or not, it doesn't really matter.

There are enough Mingjiao talents, as long as there is no civil strife.

"Tell me about the Nine Sun Magic Skill. I need this."

Song Qingshu did not dwell on this topic. He told Zhang Wuji that these people just wanted Zhang Wuji to restrain the Mingjiao people.

In the past, he could ignore it, but now he can't ignore it.

In this Wudang battle, the major martial arts forces really risked their lives with him, and many people died.

It was difficult for him to handle conflicts between the Mingjiao and other forces in the martial arts world.

"Nine Yang Divine Art?" Zhang Wuji looked at Song Qingshu in surprise.

Song Qingshu doesn't need this at all.

"that aspect?"

Song Qing wrote: "In terms of cultivation."

Zhang Wuji thought for a moment and said, "I obtained the Nine Sun Magic Skill by chance and then practiced it."

"This technique is not difficult to practice, and I can pick it up quickly."

"But the shortcomings are obvious. It is easy to die from exhaustion. I almost died when I received the three palms of Master Miejie."

"Later, because I couldn't tell the monk's Qiankun Yiqi bag, I achieved great success."

"This technique is not good."

Song Qingshu laughed: "You didn't read this book in vain."

"Although he has little practical experience, he is very knowledgeable."

"Tell me about the situation of Dacheng back then."

Zhang Wuji began to describe the situation at that time and the changes before practicing.

The two of them walked and communicated.

Most of the time, Zhang Wuji was talking, and Song Qingshu occasionally asked.

The result was similar to what Song Qingshu had guessed. The technique was not difficult, but it was difficult to achieve great success.

If you have help from a famous teacher, it shouldn't be a big problem.

"Do you still remember the technique?" Song Qingshu asked.

"I remember." Zhang Wuji laughed: "My endorsement has always been good."

"And I also practiced."

Song Qingshu burst into laughter. He had known Zhang Wuji's strong learning ability for a long time.

Reading and endorsement are really great.

"Can Yang Xiao and others practice?"

Zhang Wuji shook his head: "No, the gain outweighs the loss. Their internal strength is already good, so it's not cost-effective to change their skills. It's too difficult to achieve great success."

"Moreover, their acupuncture points may have hidden diseases, and I can't help them achieve the Nine Yang Divine Art."

"People with ordinary strength can become stronger through practice, but they can easily die from exhaustion."

"Just like me back then, if I hadn't received Master Tai's Three Palms, I wouldn't have known about the shortcomings of the Nine Yang Divine Art."

Song Qingshu nodded. Zhang Wuji may not be strong enough, but his vision is really good.

When I was young, I was taught by my fifth uncle Zhang Cuishan and Xie Xun.

After that, he followed the Grand Master every day in Wutian.

"Go back to Wudang and write me a copy. I can use it."

"Don't tell anyone else about this."

"Okay!" Zhang Wuji agreed without hesitation. He didn't care at all about the Nine Yang Magic.

asked with some worry.

"Brother, uncle and the others..."

Song Qingshu gave Zhang Wuji a reassuring look: "It's okay, I've already sent a message for people to come over."

"Second Uncle's ability to send a message means it's safe for the time being. We have enough time to get there."

"Do you remember the Great Shift of the Universe?"

Zhang Wuji's heart tightened. This great shift of the universe cannot be spread to outsiders.

Even if he was the leader and Song Qingshu was his brother, this wouldn't work, it would be very troublesome.

"elder brother……"

"What a look." Song Qingshu gave Zhang Wuji a strange look.

"You're afraid I'll want just that little thing from Mingjiao?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"Am I lacking?"

Zhang Wuji smiled awkwardly, which seemed right.

Wudang Kung Fu is already very powerful, and Song Qingshu also has the Nine Yin Manual.

"Remember."

"Xiao Zhao told me in the beginning that I had reached the seventh level of cultivation, and I remember all the seventh levels."

Song Qingshu said: "Write a copy from the first three floors and send it to grandpa."

"Wei Yixiao is fine too."

"The first three levels of the four guardians."

"Yang Xiao has learned it anyway. You are now the leader of the Ming Cult and have this right."

"The first floor is all for Wusan people."

"If they have high understanding, continue to give."

Zhang Wuji was shocked: "Brother...you want the Mingjiao to increase its strength."

"Yes." Song Qingshu said seriously: "There are many profound martial arts in the Central Plains, but many of them cannot be taught to outsiders."

"The Great Shift of the Ming Cult is a good move. They are all members of the Ming Cult. There is no need to hide it."

"The Mingjiao wants to overthrow the Yuanshi, and the battle that follows is inevitable."

"Give them something to live on."

"Okay." Zhang Wuji did not refuse. After the previous battle, he also discovered that the Mingjiao was not strong enough.

"Brother...who was you fighting before?"

"How strong?"

"Stop asking." Song Qingshu glared at Zhang Wuji: "Take care of your Mingjiao."

"You don't have to worry about those people."

"If I die, it won't be your turn."

"Brother... my strength is not low, I just lack actual combat." Zhang Wuji was shocked and looked directly at Song Qingshu.

He knew it was definitely dangerous and wanted to help.

"I'll be as good as you in a few years!"

This was the first time he looked directly at Song Qingshu. He was really afraid that something would happen to Song Qingshu.

"I can't beat you to death." Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji's firm eyes and laughed.

"Okay, I know you are kind-hearted, we will talk about this later."

"I don't doubt your strength, but you can't get into trouble or be seriously injured."

"Once something happens to you, Mingjiao will be in chaos, martial arts will be in chaos, and the uprising will be basically hopeless."

Zhang Wuji's heart sank. He knew that the Ming Cult had many conflicts, and it was only because he became the leader that they became harmonious.

"When I give the position of leader to my adoptive father, I will help you."

"Okay." Seeing Zhang Wuji's determined eyes, Song Qingshu didn't say anything.

He knew very well that Xie Xun could not be the leader.

No matter whether Xie Xun is alive or dead, he can't be regarded as such.

The Mingjiao would not agree, and neither would the people in the martial arts world. The hatred between Xie Xun and the martial arts world could not be resolved.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

"Don't provoke Yin Li, or I'll hit you, you know?"

Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji with warning eyes.

"Uh..." Zhang Wuji was stunned for a while. He didn't understand why Song Qingshu said that.

"Brother, I'm afraid of her."

"I bit Yin Li back then. It's good that she doesn't cause trouble for me."

"It's good to know." Song Qingshu snorted coldly.

He knew very well how much trouble Zhang Wuji would have in the future, one Zhou Zhiruo and the other Zhao Min.

Neither of these two women are fuel-efficient lamps.

Finally, there is Xiao Zhao, a Persian Mingjiao.

According to the normal script, Yin Li is weak, but now it's different.

Yin Li is not bad now, and Zhao Min will not be his opponent in a few years at most.

As for Zhou Zhiruo, she is no match.

Zhou Zhiruo's strength increased greatly because she practiced the Nine Yin Manual. She seemed very powerful, but in fact, her whole body was full of flaws.

Others couldn't see it, but Youlan Zhuya knew it very clearly.

Yin Li knew the four girls Youlan Zhuya, and as long as Yin Li asked, Youlan Zhuya would definitely answer.

The blackened Zhou Zhiruo is extremely swollen, and that girl Yin Li also has a bad temper. If the two of them really take action,

Yin Li dealt with it carefully, as long as he found the right opportunity, he could kill Zhou Zhiruo directly.

Even if he didn't kill him, Zhou Zhiruo would just do his part-time job and get rid of him.

Zhou Zhiruo is the head of the Emei Sect, and Emei has a close relationship with Wudang.

In addition, Zhou Zhiruo was a complete dream lover for Zhang Wuji.

At that point, there will be a lot of trouble.

Not long after...

Several shouts came from behind.

"Young Master Song, leader, we are here."

"Qingshu, I called Uncle Li here too."

"Haha, we sent a message to Leng Qian, Zhang got it, and this time he beat Yuanshi to death."

"..."