Chapter 77

Thousands of people were mighty. Wherever they passed, all sects and sects came down. Some of them were tough and unwilling to surrender. They were soon razed to the ground by the 3000 cavalry camp.

Hebei Feiyun Gang general altar, the leader kneels on the ground shivering, trinket stands in the main position, nonsense read the imperial canonization.

Looking at the regret and unwilling feeling in the leader's eyes, song Qingshu couldn't help complaining: these ancient people didn't know what they were pretending to be. They just accepted the imperial canonization and expressed their loyalty to the Qing Dynasty in name? Although I suffered a little loss in face, I didn't lose anything in my life. Why is it that every one of the sects has been planed like a ancestral grave? There are so many sects who choose to strike a stone with their eggs, so that the whole sect is removed from the Jianghu

Of course, song Qingshu didn't know how much these ancients valued the title. In the late Ming Dynasty, the Tang and GUI families could even fight for the legitimacy of the Ming Dynasty. They would fight each other to get the best of the Qing Dynasty

This Feiyun gang was canonized by the Qing Dynasty. In his life, he would never want to go close to other circles facing the forces of the former Ming Dynasty. It's just the so-called "different Dao don't conspire with each other".

"It's really hard to understand the thinking of these ancient people," Song Qingshu shakes his head to dispel his thoughts. He turns to the materials in his hand to find out which sect is the next unlucky one. The word "Wangwu sect" suddenly comes into his eyes, and his heart can't help but move.

A few days later, the army soon arrived at the foot of Wangwu mountain. Local officials introduced the situation of Wangwu school to Trinket in Zhongzhang: "Stuart Barry, the leader of Wangwu school, was an old general of the Pingxi King Wu Sangui. Because he was not satisfied with the Pingxi King's taking refuge in my Qing Dynasty, he took a group of people to the river and lake in a rage, and finally went to Wangwu mountain to fight against the bandits..."

"Wangwu mountain is very dangerous. There are well-trained subordinates on the way up the mountain. It's easy to defend but hard to attack..." the local official said as he watched Trinket's face.

It turned out that there were thousands of people under Stuart Barry's command, many of them were veterans who were good at fighting in the past. Since he settled down in Wangwu mountain, the local officials have tried their best to eliminate them. It's a pity that the Yamen captors had no effect in front of those people who licked blood on the blade heads.

Considering that there was no sign of rebellion among these people, the local officials were afraid to report to the imperial court and affect their political achievements, so they simply turned a blind eye. As a result, the Wangwu faction has become bigger and bigger, and even can compete with the imperial army.

"Tell Lord Wei that his subordinates have sent people to investigate. Wangwu mountain is really easy to defend but hard to attack. If you want to attack by force, I'm afraid you will lose a lot." A cavalry general said in Trinket's ear.

"Granny bear, what these Wangwu sects do is to fight against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty. I don't know if they have anything to do with heaven and earth?" Trinket was agitated and waved his hand. He said, "let's camp and have a rest tonight. The attack on Wangwu sect needs a long-term consideration."

The generals left one after another and looked at Shuanger dressed as a soldier. Song Qingshu, like duolong and others, said goodbye with a smile.

"Xiaobao, the man of Wangwu sect is a righteous man, but you help the Qing emperor to destroy it. My whole family died in the hands of the Qing Tartars..." seeing the crowd leave, Shuanger can't help but look at Wei Xiaobao with red eyes.

"Shuang'er, it's hard for the emperor. I can't help my husband." Trinket let out a long breath.

"Why don't we not be such a great official of the Qing Dynasty? Isn't it a hundred times more pleasant to live in seclusion in the mountains than it is today?" Shuanger looks at Trinket with hope.

"That's not necessarily..." Trinket didn't agree. He couldn't give up the glory and wealth. He quickly coaxed him to say, "good shuang'er, you know my husband, I'm the incense master of the Green Wood Hall of heaven and Earth Society. I'm sure I'll find a way to save the Wangwu sect, but it will take time to think about this method..."

"Xiaobao, I knew you were the best." Shuang'er laughs at her tears.

After shaking his ears, song Qingshu, who was walking slowly on purpose, listened to the whispers from the two people in the big account. He laughed in his heart: it seems that Trinket also wants to let Wang Wu send a yard, so it's easy to do.

After nightfall, song Qingshu put on his night clothes, put on a silver mask, and went up to Wangwu mountain quietly.

Under the pressure of the army, the Wangwu faction had been facing the enemy for a long time. On the way up the mountain, there were many layers of heavy guards. Originally, rabbits could not escape.

Who knows that song Qingshu has a peerless lightness skill, treading on the sand without trace. When he tries his best, the guards only notice a breeze. Song Qingshu has already passed by. No one can find him all the way to the top of the mountain.

In today's world, the Wulin masters who can dive up the mountain without a sound can count with one hand - Dongfang Bubai, sunflower ancestor and green winged bat King Wei Yixiao... As for jiumozhi, although he is good at martial arts, it is impossible not to disturb any guards.

In a wooden house, the headquarters of Wangwu sect, Zeng Rou was lying by the window, holding his cheek in his hand, staring at the bright moon in the sky.

At the foot of the mountain came the tartar army of the Qing Dynasty. During the day, all the uncles, uncles, elder brothers and younger brothers quarreled with each other, which made people panic.

Thinking of master's sad face, Zeng Rou looked at the moon, held her little hand to her lips, closed her eyes, and said to herself, "God of the moon, God of the moon, please protect our Wangwu sect from this difficulty."

When she opened her eyes, she found that there was a masked man standing in front of her. She couldn't help losing her face. She subconsciously opened her mouth and wanted to cry. But she knew that the other person's hand was like electricity and quickly located her acupoints.

Song Qingshu looks at the woman in front of him. She has a round face. She looks very sweet. Her big eyes are dark and bright. There is a trace of panic in her eyes. She is looking at herself in fear. Looking at her age, she should be Zeng rou.

Hearing the voice of the other party's patrol around, song Qingshu turned into the house and closed the window.

"Is it some kind of flower picking thief?" Zeng Rou was even more frightened when she thought of some legends in the Jianghu.

Guessing her mind, song Qingshu looked at her funny: "you just made a wish to the moon god. The moon god felt your sincerity and sent me down to earth to rescue you Wangwu sect."

Zeng Rou's face turns red. She's not stupid. She doesn't know that she's being teased. A strange man listens to the girl's mind. Zeng Rou wants to get in.

"I'm going to untie your acupoints, but you can't shout. If you agree, just blink your eyes?" See each other quickly blinked a few eyes, song Qingshu smile, untied her acupoints.

Zeng Rou quietly distanced himself from him and grabbed the sword on the table. He was a little calm in his heart. He raised his head and asked, "who are you?"

Hearing each other's clear and pleasant voice, song Qingshu seemed to be swept by a breeze. He was so comfortable that he sighed in secret: they all said that Lori has three good qualities: light tone, soft body and easy to push down. This sentence is also applicable to girls.

"I'm the Savior of your royal family." There was no master in the whole Wangwu sect. On the contrary, song Qingshu was not as nervous as the other party. He looked around leisurely. For a moment, he didn't find a stool, so he sat on the edge of the bed beside him.

Looking at him sitting on his bed, Zeng Rou was ashamed and angry for a while. She couldn't help scolding him: "nonsense."

"I'm still talking nonsense," Song Qingshu gave her a bad look. "Now there are thousands of elite Manchu at the foot of the mountain. Although you Wangwu sect occupy the right place, you still have to fight hard. In the end, you can't escape the disaster."

Zeng Rou's face turned white. What he said was similar to what everyone talked about during the day. She was sad in her heart: "is it true that the Wangwu sect is doomed?"

Seeing her pitiful appearance, song Qingshu felt great pity: "little girl, if you tell me your name, I will try my best to save you."

Zeng Rou blushed and looked at him angrily, but she didn't say a word.

"I can guess if you don't say it," Song Qingshu said, shaking his head and pretending to pinch his fingers. "Your name is Zeng Rou, isn't it?"

"How do you know?" Zeng Rou covered her frightened lips and looked at him incredulously.

"It's said that I was sent by the moon god. Don't you believe it?" Song Qingshu could not help but smile.

Zeng Rou's heart was shaken. She gave him a complicated look: "I don't know how you are going to save us?"

"You're a little girl with a low position. It's no use telling you." Song Qingshu stood up and saw that the other party was scared and subconsciously stepped back. He couldn't help laughing and said, "there's no time to play with you. Take me to see your master quickly."

Zeng Rou, who dares to take a man of unknown origin to see her master, pulls out her sword, points to him and says, "tell me who you are, or I will call someone."

As soon as song Qingshu's hand was lifted, Zeng Rou immediately felt a strong suction. She lost her balance and fell into each other's arms.

"Ah ~" Zeng Rou couldn't help it any more. The nature of women made her scream.

Holding each other's slender waist in his hand, song Qingshu didn't mean to stop her at all. Instead, he picked her up and flew outside the house, looking at the disciples who came after hearing the news with a smile.

This time, he came up the mountain secretly without telling trinket, Hatoyama and others. He had been worried that he would be found out that he was not in the account for too long.

When I touched the top of the mountain just now, I found that the wooden houses were almost the same everywhere. I couldn't find Stuart's place for a while.

With the deepening of internal power, song Qingshu became more and more clear-sighted. He heard the voice of a girl making a wish in the wind. He followed the voice and found Zeng rou.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't want to take him to Stuart. But he had to expose his belongings and use Zeng Rou to lead the other party out.

"Cry louder, the more miserable the better." Song Qingshu embraces each other's soft body and wantonly pinches her small waist. It's just the so-called Cheap Bastard.

Zeng Rou was held in his arms, and the acupoints were controlled in an instant. Only one mouth could make a sound. She was frightened and scared, and she cried out pitifully.