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Chapter 41: The third best in the world

When Mu Wanqing heard his words, there was a sense of confusion and absurdity in her heart. How could this conversation be so familiar? The expression on her face turned frosty and she raised her arms, "Go away, or I will shoot you with a poisoned arrow!"

"This sister is so fierce! I feel so scared…" Song Qingshu hurriedly stepped aside, muttering in his mouth, "So fierce, she's definitely not suitable to be my wife."

Although Song Qingshu lowered his voice, he deliberately made the content of his words audible to Mu Wanqing, and she couldn't help but grit her teeth with hatred. However, thinking that there was Yun Zhonghe here, she hurriedly shifted her attention to guard against him.

"Mu Wanqing, what's wrong with you following me? This brother is an expert at taking good care of people." Yun Zhonghe spoke with raised eyebrows, and an obscene tone.

"Shameless!" Mu Wanqing raised her hand and shot a "Butterfly Sleeve Arrow". Yun Zhonghe had been prepared for this for a long time, and he swiftly drew close to her.

Song Qingshu on the side was shocked when he saw it. This Yun Zhonghe's martial arts was nothing to speak of, but his movement technique (Qinggong) was superb. Even if it was him who wanted to catch him, he would have to rely on endurance to win.

Mu Wanqing was barely hanging on. Suddenly, her face turned pale, and she quickly swung her sword to protect herself, but Yun Zhonghe shot forward like lightning, hitting the acupuncture point on her waist with one finger. She was heartbroken when Duan Yu turned out to be her own brother. Now she was caught by Yun Zhonghe. Thinking of the incoming nightmare, she was so anxious that she fainted.

"What a great beauty, she fainted so beautifully. She's pretty even when she passed out." Yun Zhonghe rubbed his own hands together and looked at the beautiful woman lying on the ground. His saliva almost came out, "Should I wake her up and do the happy deed, or just do the happy deed before waking her up?"The sourc𝗲 of this content nov(𝒆l)bi((n))

"If she wakes up, she might commit suicide, and that scenery will be terrible, but now she is like a piece of dead wood, she lacks strength." Yun Zhonghe was caught in a dilemma for a while.

"Sigh, the reputation of all the flower thieves in the world is corrupted by a scum like you." At this time, a voice sounded next to him, which frightened Yun Zhonghe.

When he looked up, he saw that the foolish boy was standing there looking at him with disdain, and Yun Zhonghe fiercely glared at him, "Smelly boy, it turns out that you were pretending to be foolish and teasing this senior."

"Prince Duan Yu is top grade even among all the playboys. He steals the women's hearts first, then leaves after deceiving them. Those women are also willing to let him go, and in the end, he ends up with a good reputation as romantic and suave. How can he have a notorious reputation like you? Everyone will spurn you after hearing your name." Song Qingshu's calm expression startled Yun Zhonghe.

However, his words stung Yun Zhonghe's nerves, and he angrily said, "Duan Zhengchun's little brat is a dignified prince of Dali. As soon as this identity is revealed, many women would willingly throw themselves into his arms. Besides, he is good looking. His martial arts is good, and there is a lot of gold in his pockets. How can we, the common people, be compared with him?"

"So you are jealous?" Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows, and suddenly asked with curiosity, "Among the women you harmed, did any of them look like any one of Duan Zhengchun's lovers?"

Yun Zhonghe looked a little embarrassed, so he had to tell the truth: "No…"

"Let me tell you the truth, you never really thought about improving your own situation, but chose the evil path. You have no meat on your face, and your body is like a bamboo pole, and it's obvious that your body is hollowed out by debauchery and wine. With your notoriety, women will only look at you if they are blind." Song Qingshu curled his lips and spoke with disdain.

"I don't need a woman to look at me!" As he woke up from his daze, Yun Zhonghe couldn't help being furious at the word aimed at him.

Song Qingshu shook his head, "I told you as much to make you aware of your failure in this life. I hope you will reincarnate in your next life and reflect on it."

Yun Zhonghe laughed twice, he waved the rotten silver crane claws and attacked. Song Qingshu turned at a superb angle on the spot, just enough to create a gap between them, and pointed a finger under his opponent's armpit.

Yun Zhonghe felt his whole body go numb. He couldn't move, and was shocked, "How did you know that my weakness is under my armpit?"

"It's beneficial to be cultured and educated. 'When Crane and Snake fight, look under its armpit', this is common sense." Song Qingshu calmly said, but he thanked Wang Yuyan ten thousand times in his heart. In the original novel, it was she who pointed out the weak spot of Yun Zhonghe. With this information it was easy to defeat him, and it would be impossible to capture him otherwise.

Yun Zhonghe was very evil, and he had a very clever mind. With his eyes turned, he began to look for a way out, "This little brother, I heard your high opinion just now, and I noticed that you are also a fellow man on the same path. Since you have fallen in love with this beauty, I will respect your decision. Please feel free to let me go."

"Bah! Who is the same as you?" Song Qingshu viciously stepped on his foot, and he jumped up in pain, "Besides, now you are under my mercy, and if I really want this girl. Why would I need your permission?"

"Yes, yes…Your Excellency is a proud hero. You are majestic and handsome. Your demeanor is like the autumn wind, romantic and suave…" Yun Zhonghe's words made Song Qingshu irritated, and he waved his hand to stop him from continuing his flattery, "No matter what you say, it's of no use today. You cannot escape death, I will send you on your way to the afterlife and avenge the women whose lives you have ruined."

Yun Zhonghe panicked, but he noticed the intent in his tone and quickly said, "As long as the hero promises to let me go, I can give you my martial arts techniques."

"What will I do with your useless martial arts?" Song Qingshu said with disdain.

"Of course, the martial art of this lowly one is not worth mentioning in the eyes of this hero." Yun Zhonghe smiled awkwardly, "But, my movement technique (Qinggong) can be ranked third among all of Wulin." His tone couldn't hide his pride.

"Oh? Then who are the top two?" Song Qingshu suddenly became interested, as he didn't have any martial arts techniques that were in the top ten in the world.

"The first in terms of movement technique (Qinggong) is naturally Ming Cult's Wei Yixiao, the "Green Winged Bat King". He is actually god gifted in terms of movement technique (Qinggong)." Yun Zhonghe said with admiration, "As for the title second best in movement technique (Qinggong), that goes to Dongfang Bubai of the Sun Moon Holy Cult, that ghostly abnormality should also far exceed me." Yun Zhonghe's tone was full of dread.

"And the third is you?" Song Qingshu sneered, "Do you feel no shame?"

Yun Zhonghe awkwardly smiled, "The hero is wise, there are indeed many people in the world who are not weaker than me, but there is no one notably better than me. So, I can only shamelessly claim to be the third." Noticing that Song Qingshu still showed no interest. He panicked and hurriedly added, "This lowly one and Wei Yixiao's movement technique (Qinggong) have the same origin. I am only inferior due to aptitude and internal strength issues, so I can't achieve the same great results."

"Oh? What's the name of the movement technique (Qinggong)?" Song Qingshu was really excited now.

"Traceless Sand Treading Steps!" Finally seeing him show interest, Yun Zhonghe hurriedly repiled, "As long as Young Hero lets this villain go, this villain promises to repent and never harm any good women again."

"Okay! Tell me the movement technique's (Qinggong) formula. After I check it, I will naturally let you go." Song Qingshu's heart was pounding at this moment. It would be great if he learned the "Traceless Sand Treading Steps". It was really not much weaker than the "Minute Ice Ripple Step".

When he saw that his opponent promised so easily, Yun Zhonghe began to doubt in his heart and he sneered, "If I tell the movement technique's (Qinggong) formula, and then the Young Hero decides to kill me. Then I won't have any chance to regret."

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Chapter 42: A sweet smile

"Although I usually disregard the rules of etiquette, but, I am a man of my words." Song Qingshu saw that Yun Zhonghe didn't believe his words, so he had to say, "I can take a poisonous oath, but you must also take a poisonous oath. If you harm women in the future…"

At the moment, Yun Zhonghe was under his knife, like a fish ready to be chopped up, so he couldn't find any other way out. He nodded and agreed. After listening to Song Qingshu's poisonous oath, he also swore a poisonous oath, "If I continue to harm any good women in the future, I will be struck by heavenly lightning to death in the future." But he sneered in his heart, the heavenly lightning? Was there such a way of death in the world?

Song Qingshu noticed the tricks in his oath, and didn't care, because he knew that in all of Jin Yong's martial arts novels, there was an iron rule, that was, the violation of the oath would be punished in the end. Since Yun Zhonghe made the oath of heavenly lightning, if he does evil in the future, it would be hard to escape the eyes of the heavenly lightning.

The two made their vows, and Yun Zhonghe hesitated for a while and then said the formula of Traceless Sand Treading Steps,"The one who scatters, the emissary of the divine. To utilize and harness its power, one must follow the instance between the moments…"

As he listened to it, Song Qingshu's eyes started to brighten. When Yun Zhonghe finished speaking the last word, Song Qingshu felt that his body suddenly became much lighter. He looked at the mountain slopes dozens of meters away from the cliff. His heart moved, and he kicked the ground with his feet. He leaped out like a sharp sword, by the time Yun Zhonghe blinked his eyes, Song Qingshu had reached the opposite mountain slope. Then he turned around, and with a light tap of the toe, quickly flew back like lightning.

"Are you a man or a ghost!" Yun Zhonghe looked at Song Qingshu in horror. How could he have thought that this guy would be able to learn the "Traceless Sand Treading Steps" so quickly. And his movement technique (Qinggong) also greatly surpassed his own!

"Well, I'm in a good mood this time, so I will let you live." Song Qingshu unsealed Yun Zhonghe's acupuncture point and waved his hand, "Remember your vow."

Yun Zhonghe picked up the rotten silver crane claws on the ground and glanced at Song Qingshu with a complicated expression, "You are very talented, it is rare. Given time, you have the ability to become the best in the world." His expression was rather lonely, and he swiftly left the mountain.

Song Qingshu also didn't expect that he would be this talented in movement technique (Qinggong). This "Traceless Sand Treading Steps" was very compatible with him, and in time, he will definitely be able to reach the realm of great perfection.

Thinking about his lack of talent in other martial arts, but his strange compatibility with movement techniques (Qinggong) and Bewitching Technique, Song Qing's expression couldn't help but become weird. Could it be that he was destined to be a flower thief?

On the side, the unconscious Mu Wanqing woke up with a soft cry. Song Qingshu's face instantly returned to that silly look again, he squatted beside her and stared at her with a grin.

As soon as Mu Wanqing regained consciousness, she remembered that her acupuncture points were sealed by Yun Zhonghe before she fainted, and her heart sank. If she failed to protect her chastity, she could only choose to take her own life to requite her love for Duan Yu.

When she opened her eyes, what welcomed her was Song Qingshu's silly smiling face, and she screamed in fright. Song Qingshu seemed to be taken aback by her too, so he fell back on his butt three feet away.

Mu Wanqing finally reacted, she looked at the familiar clothes on his body, and asked with uncertainty, "Are you that Little Fool?"

"Yes, yes, pretty sister, do you remember me?" Song Qingshu suddenly became excited, and leaned over again.

"Ah~ Don't come close to me!" Mu Wanqing exclaimed, suddenly remembered Yun Zhonghe, and secretly looked at her whole body. She was neatly dressed, and it seemed that nothing dishonorable had happened. She asked strangely, "That thin bamboo pole just now. What happened to him?" She thought that Song Qingshu was really a trivial man from the wild, and he didn't know Yun Zhonghe, so she described his appearance instead.

"Oh, the one you are talking about was beaten away by me." Song Qingshu gave an honest smile.

"You?" Mu Wanqing glanced at him with suspicion. This guy was obviously unkempt and stupid, so she didn't believe him in her heart.

"You don't believe me?" Song Qingshu seemed to have guessed her mind and raised his fist, "I have great strength. I grew up in the mountains and often fought with bears and gorillas. I can knock out a buffalo with a punch!" He raised chin, like a child who loved to show off.

"You are just bragging!" Mu Wanqing snorted coldly, turned her head, and stopped looking at him.

"Then I'll let you see for yourself." Song Qingshu seemed to feel insulted, his expression a little anxious, he rolled up his sleeves with irritation, and hit the big tree beside him with a punch.

In front of Mu Wanqing's disbelieving eyes, that large and thick tree was split from the waist, and she turned her head to look at the fool in front of her in horror.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.𝘤𝑜𝓂 for the best novel reading experience

Song Qingshu sighed in his heart. Just now, that punch was the "Great Devil Eradicating Fist" from the "Nine Yin Scripture". Although it was stronger than most masters in wulin, but when Zhang Wuji used his "Seven Injuries Fist" in Guangming, he also hit a tree of the same thickness, it became a pile of fine powder. He, on the other hand, could only split the tree, so the gap was obvious.

But he was satisfied with the result for now, so Song Qingshu turned his head and looked at Mu Wanqing with a smile, "How about it, aren't I very strong?"

After Mu Wanqing came out of her daze, she noticed that the veil on his face had been removed. Although there were many dirt stains on his face, she could still make out the fine face behind it, and she softly asked, "Why did you take off your veil? "

"Didn't my mother say that the first woman who took off my veil, I will marry her?" Song Qingshu paused deliberately. To Mu Wanqing his smile looked a little shameless, "But then I remembered that my mother once said that girls are all very shy, they are all… uh, what was that word again? What was the word she used…" Song Qingshu deliberately made an expression of contemplation.

"Reserved!" Mu Wanqing on the ground said irritably.

Song Qingshu's eyes lit up, "Yes, that! My mother was talking about them being reserved! So I thought, this sister is so beautiful, and she also seems to be a very reserved woman. Maybe she likes me in her heart, but she must be too embarrassed to take the initiative to lift my veil. Therefore, as a man, I have to take the initiative to make things easier for you."

"Nonsense!" Mu Wanqing was trembling with anger, "Who likes you in her heart?"

"Isn't that the case?" Song Qingshu showed a puzzled look. "I saw it in a play, a beautiful girl was kidnapped by bad guys in the wilderness. At that time, a young knight appeared, just like me! The bad guy ran away and the girl was rescued. Then shouldn't that girl dedicate herself to him?"

"Who said that if a woman is rescued, she must dedicate herself!" Mu Wanqing was ashamed and angry. She lived alone with her master her whole life. Except for Duan Yu, she had never seen any other young man. Facing Song Qingshu's endless teasing. She didn't even know how to refute, "Besides…besides, what kind of young knight are you!"

"Wow!" Song Qingshu rolled on the ground and cried, "Mom was right, you must think I am ugly, not as good-looking as the young knights in the play."

Mu Wanqing turned her head and looked at him. When she saw Song Qingshu crying and heartbroken, she felt it was a little unbearable and comforted him, "It's not like that."

Hearing her words, Song Qingshu whizzed and stood up, "Then are you willing to be my wife?"

Mu Wanqing was almost choked to death by that sentence, but she realized that the day was almost over, and it was gradually getting dark. In this wilderness, one man and a woman alone, and her acupuncture points were sealed, so she couldn't move. If this fool had any evil intentions, she would surely suffer. So she smiled and softly said, "Little Fool, can you unseal my acupuncture points for me first, and then we can discuss this issue."

Mu Wanqing's expression has been as cold as ice since till now. This sudden smile was like the first melting of ice and snow, and it was like a hundred flowers blooming. Song Qingshu felt like he was hit by a heavy hammer in his chest, and he secretly regretted, "I wanted to just tease her. But, if I fall into this trap instead, I will probably lose more than I gain."

Chapter 43: Born in different places, but dying together

Song Qingshu smiled, he rubbed his hands, and his fingertips slowly moved towards the upper parts of Mu Wanqing's body, "But I don't know how to unseal the acupoints. Should I tap here or here?"

"Don't touch me!" Mu Wanqing exclaimed, and quickly closed her eyes, her face turning pale.

"You are going to be my wife anyways. What does it matter if I touch you or not?" Song Qingshu's fingers were getting closer and closer to Mu Wanqing's body.

"If you dare to touch me, I will bite my tongue and kill myself!" Mu Wanqing glared with her beautiful eyes and bit her red lips with her teeth.

"But how can I unseal your acupuncture points without touching you?" Song Qingshu's expression looked very innocent.

"You go find a tree branch from nearby, bring it over and I'll teach you." Mu Wanqing was almost crying.

"Good!" Song Qingshu ran to the side happily, and after a few breaths, he came back again, "Madame, do you think my stick is thick enough?"

Before Mu Wanqing even had time to get angry when she heard him calling her his wife, she saw Song Qingshu standing aside holding a branch with the thickness of a thigh. She felt that she would go crazy!

"It doesn't have to be so thick, change to the thickness similar to your fingers." Mu Wanqing almost couldn't wait for a chance to shoot this wicked person to death.

"Oh, your body can't bear such a thick stick, you should've told me earlier." Song Qingshu muttered while turning around.

Mu Wanqing was so angry that she almost broke through her acupuncture points. She looked at him suspiciously and found that he was still that same stupid young man. So, she could only speak to him fiercely, "Little Fool, if I find out that you are doing all this on purpose to tease me, I will definitely kill you."

"Lady, what is teasing?" Song Qingshu turned around and looked at her in confusion.

"You…" Mu Wanqing almost felt suffocated, and impatiently said, "It's nothing, go look for a branch."

"Oh~" Song Qingshu looked and looked, and finally found a suitable stick, "Lady, what should I do now?"

"I was tapped on the Yaoshu (weist) acupoint. You can hit my lower acupoint with a branch to unseal that acupuncture point." Mu Wanqing said that while the roots of her ears turned red.

"What…Where is the lower acupoint?" Song Qingshu asked with a pair of wide open eyes that knew no evils of this world. In fact, there was a special technique for acupuncture in the "Nine Yin Scripture". So, how could he not know this? He just wanted to tease this beautiful lady, so he asked about it even though he knew.Foll𝑜w current novℯls on nov𝒆lb((in).(com)

Mu Wanqing hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Inner thigh…"

Her voice became lower and lower, and turned her head away in embarrassment after she finished speaking.

"That's it~" Song Qingshu thoughtfully spoke up. But, just as Mu Wanqing wanted to speak some more, she found that he was poking around her inner thigh with a wooden stick.

"That place is wrong!" Mu Wanqing cried out, "It's three inches above the knee."

When Song Qingshu noticed Mu Wanqing's tears falling like broken pearls one by one on the grass beside her, his heart felt stuffed, and his movements slowed down.

Any man wouldn't bear to tease her anymore when she looked like a pear flower in the rain. Song Qingshu was a man, so he also was no exception to that.

After he tapped her lower acupuncture point with the branch, Mu Wanqing finally regained control of her body. She turned over and jumped up, raising her sleeve arrow to shoot Song Qingshu to death.

She had already planned out how to fix this stinky boy who made her so miserable, but at this moment, when she saw him looking up at with his innocent and silly look, she couldn't bear to do it.

A layer of mist appeared on her beautiful eyes again. Mu Wanqing squatted down, buried her head between her thighs and started crying.

"Lady, why are you crying?" Song Qingshu asked cluelessly from the side.

"Go away! Auuuoo~" Mu Wanqing continued to cry and became more sad. At first, she was only sad about the grievances she received today. Later, when she thought that she and Duan Yu were not fated to be together, she couldn't help but feel even more sad and felt that God was too cruel.

Finally, her crying gradually subsided. Mu Wanqing's eyes were red and swollen, and she raised her head to see that Song Qingshu hadn't left, but fell asleep under the big tree beside her.

"Puff!" Seeing his drooling look, Mu Wanqing couldn't hold back and laughed for a moment.

"Lady, you're awake~" Song Qingshu quickly opened his eyes and giggled.

She didn't know why, but Mu Wanqing didn't feel that angry this time. She was introverted by nature. Because of the environment she was in while growing up, she had no friends. After learning that Duan Yu was her own brother, she collapsed completely, and had no one she could talk to. It made her feel even more lonely in the world. This fool, although looked stupid, it seemed that he really cared about her.

"Little Fool, what's your name?" Mu Wanqing asked, wiping the tears on her cheek with the back of her hand.

"You already know that my name is Little Fool, and you still ask me what is it? You are so stupid." Song Qingshu grinned.

"Your name is really Little Fool?" Mu Wanqing was feeling quite surprised. How could a parent give a child such a name?

"Yes, my mother gave it to me, but unfortunately she is not here anymore." Song Qingshu thought of his mother from his previous life, and felt sad.

She originally wanted to comfort him, but the inexperienced Mu Wanqing realized that she didn't know how to comfort him, her Tsundere attributes suddenly kicked in, and she remained silent.

"By the way, where is your home?" After a while, Mu Wanqing realized that it was getting late. She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to go down the mountain today. She was also worried that she would run into Yun Zhonghe again and decided to stay with this fool. He would act as her free bodyguard. As for the issue of him being a man, Mu Wanqing glanced at him and automatically excluded him from the category of men.

"Home…after my mother was gone, I have no home," Song Qingshu's nose felt sour, "Later, any place under the heavens became my home. Wherever there is a cave, there is my home."

Mu Wanqing looked at him sympathetically. No wonder this fool was so stupid, he had been living like a savage, so of course his IQ was abnormal.

"Then where did you live during these few days?" The cold wind blew, Mu Wanqing looked at the sky, and estimated that there would be heavy rain in a while. But at the moment she just wanted to quickly find a shelter, otherwise she would get wet when it rains. It would be troublesome if she got sick.

Song Qingshu's eyes lit up, and his hand pointed to the side of the cliff, where he had been living these few days.

Mu Wanqing came to the edge of the cliff with suspicion, grabbed the big tree on the side, stretched her head to look down, and only saw the clouds and mist. His home was nowhere to be seen. And she angrily said, "You lied to me!"

"No no," Song Qingshu hurriedly waved his hands, "If you don't believe me, I'll take you to see it with your own eyes."

"How will you take me there?" Mu Wanqing stared at him blankly.

"You just have to hold on and jump down with me." Song Qingshu grinned.

Mu Wanqing felt angry again, but quickly recovered her calm. She no longer had a fate with her beloved Duan Yu in this life. She felt as if she was already dead, so she didn't think much even if she jumped and fell to her death with him. However, if the future generations found their remains, wouldn't they think that they were a pair of lovers who died in the name of love?

Song Qingshu noticed Mu Wanqing's face turning blue and white, and then she shuddered all over her body, so he couldn't help but ask, "Miss, are you going?"

Mu Wanqing smiled sadly, thinking to herself that she could imagine so much even when she was about to die, so she nodded very simply.

Song Qingshu laughed and came closer to her, wrapped his left hand around her soft waist, and hugged Mu Wanqing tightly in his arms.

Mu Wanqing finally came to her senses and was about to resist, but Song Qingshu leaped and jumped off the cliff.

Chapter 44: The Five Sacred Mountain Sword Art

Mu Wanqing closed her eyes in resignation, but the imaginary fall did not happen. She opened her eyes in doubt and found the two of them standing on a platform protruding from the cliff wall. The mountains were often surrounded by rain and mist, so naturally no one knew that there was another mystery hidden here.

Realizing that she was in the arms of another man, Mu Wanqing quickly pushed Song Qingshu away, and awkwardly looked for something to say, "This is where you live?"

Reminiscing about the unique scent of the girl which resembled the distinct fragrance of orchids, a smile appeared at the corner of Song Qingshu's mouth, "Yes. It's going to rain, come with me."

Mu Wanqing cautiously followed behind him. When she found the tombstone of the "Golden Serpent Gentleman", she was startled, and her voice trembled, "Here… why is there a grave here?"

"What's all the fuss about?" Song Qingshu glanced at her strangely, and nonchalantly said, "His grave is so fresh and refined, I am sure that this "Golden Serpent Gentleman" must have been a hermit expert."

"Come in, no misfortune, no resentment." Mu Wanqing read the writing on the wall and said with a strange expression, "From what it says, this senior seems to have left some martial arts secrets…"

"When I found this place, there were not even a few bird feathers here." Song Qingshu said angrily, and handed the dry food in the parcel to Mu Wanqing.

Looking at the big pie in her hand, she hesitated to eat it. Out of her woman's precaution, Mu Wanqing subconsciously worried that there might be questionable medicine in it. But then she thought, even when she had her acupuncture point sealed, this Little Fool didn't do anything. So, she just raised it to her lips and started eating it bit by bit.

Alone and silent, Mu Wanqing felt very uncomfortable. She was unwilling to continue eating in silence, so she started asking one question after another, "Little Fool, what are you going to do tomorrow?"

"Searching for treasures." Song Qingshu's answer was completely beyond Mu Wanqing's expectation.

"What kind of treasure do you want to search for?" Mu Wanqing looked at him in surprise.

"I heard that there are treasures on Mount Hua, so I came to search for treasures. I just found this place a few days ago." Song Qingshu thought for a while and replied.

"Is the treasure you're talking about martial arts secrets or gold and silver treasures?" Mu Wanqing recalled the scene in the cave, and suddenly realized.

"Can you eat those martial arts secrets or gold and silver treasures?" Song Qingshu said stupidly, "I'm here to look for my wife. I heard that there are fairies on Mount Hua. Although you are very beautiful, I still want to look for some again. See if I can find a more beautiful little fairy wife."

Mu Wanqing gave him a silent glance, and was too lazy to pay attention to him, so she just closed her eyes and rested, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with her right hand, and quietly guarding.

After a long time, Mu Wanqing opened her eyes and saw that the other party was already lying on the ground and fell asleep, she couldn't help but smile, and fell asleep with confidence.

When she woke up the next day, Mu Wanqing looked at the cliff that was several feet high, and felt a little troubled about how to get back up. Song Qingshu came to her, "Hey, leave it to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he naturally took hold of Mu Wanqing's slender waist, and Mu Wanqing's body stiffened, but she gradually softened. Song Qingshu hugged her, and using both hands and feet, began vigorously climbing up.

Originally, Mu Wanqing had always suspected that he was a martial arts master pretending to be dumb, but noticed that his climbing posture was terrible, like a monkey. So she suddenly smiled comfortably, thinking that he might have grown up in the mountains since childhood. And he learned these physical abilities from the mountain beasts.

Stepping on the flat ground, Mu Wanqing swiftly pushed Song Qingshu away as usual. She was originally planning to leave, but thinking that she didn't have a place to go, and wondering what the treasure Song Qingshu was talking about, she followed him step by step.

Song Qingshu saw that she didn't mean to leave, his eyes lit up, and he teased, "Wife, you really can't bear to leave me."

"If you talk more nonsense, I'll shoot you with a poisoned arrow!" Mu Wanqing warned with a sullen eye. "You are not allowed to call me your wife in the future."

"Okay, wife~" Song Qingshu agreed with a grin.

"You!"

The two of them fought and made a ruckus all the way to Mount Hua of the Five Sacred Mountains.

Although Mount Hua Sect's Qi Faction was a decent and upright sect in the past, their pool of talents were now withered, and it was not as powerful as the Sword Faction of the Chaoyang Peak. The two travelled all the way in while hiding their presence, and none of the Qi Faction disciples found them.

"Are you going to trespass there? I think that cliff is right in front of Mount Hua Sect." Mu Wanqing looked at the steep mountain road in front of her, and hesitantly said.

"We will find the treasure there! Are you feeling scared, my wife?" Song Qingshu asked while winking his eyebrows.

"Huh, what is this girl afraid of!" Mu Wanqing was originally a reckless girl from the start. She was feeling a little hesitant due to the name of Mount Hua before, but when Song Qingshu provoked her, she didn't care about it anymore.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.𝘤𝑜𝓂 for the best novel reading experience

The two walked through the long wooden steps, and finally came to the top of the Cogitation Cliff. The Cogitation Cliff had three sides, on one side was a mountain wall, and there was a cave on the mountain wall. This place seemed very deserted.

"The last one to visit here should have been Linghu Chong." Song Qingshu thought, "Linghu Chong is quite good among the many protagonists. Although he has already learned the "Nine Swords of Dugu", the "Five Sacred Mountain Sword Art" should remain in the cave intact."

Song Qingshu had already figured out that he couldn't compete with the original protagonists in terms of luck. Therefore, he had given up on acquiring all the unique skills of the original protagonists. However, there were still many martial arts in the original work that the protagonists had never monopolized, and the "Five Sacred Mountain Sword Art" was one of them.

"Little Fool, what do you do with a wooden sword all day long?" Mu Wanqing wondered very early on about the thin wooden sword on Song Qingshu's back. With her knowledge, of course, she knew that it was possible to fight with a wooden sword. But, that required a higher realm of attainment in the way of the sword, so she purely thought it was just a toy.

"This husband doesn't want to hurt my wife, so I disdained the use of sharp swords from a long time ago." Song Qingshu looked intoxicated.

"Too lazy to care about your words." Mu Wanqing had long become accustomed to his bragging hobbies in the past few days, so she didn't even bother to give him a look of contempt.

Although Song Qingshu was quite sure of his speculation in his heart, he didn't see those sword moves with his own eyes. So, everything was unknown. As soon as he entered the cave, he paid special attention to the traces on the wall, and soon found a faint crack on the wall behind a tree vine.

With a light palm strike, Song Qingshu knocked down the rock covering it and bent down to get in.

"Ah!" When she looked at the bones all over the floor, Mu Wanqing's heart became tense, and she held the sword firmly in her hand.

"I thought it was some kind of treasure, but it turned out to be some crappy paintings." Although Song Qingshu seemed disappointed, his eyes quickly swept across the various sword moves on the wall.

"You stupid ghost, this is clearly a superb sword technique." Hearing his voice, Mu Wanqing looked up and saw the "Five Sacred Mountain Sword Art" technique on the wall, as well as a detailed description of various evasion techniques.

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Remember I said that I had incoming exams? Well, it has been delayed indefinitely. The situation is similar to Schrödinger's cat, it may be alive, or it also might be dead. No one knows what will happen.

Chapter 45: Fighting with Feng Qingyang

Song Qingshu didn't listen to what Mu Wanqing was saying. He just continued to observe. He had already comprehended the "Five Sacred Mountain Sword Art" and the expert description of the evasion techniques by the ten senior elders of the Sun Moon Holy Cult. Then he closed his eyes, and his mind swiftly began to work.

After reading the original novels, he had long understood that having more tricks up his sleeve would give him a better chance of staying alive. If these sword techniques are used as usual, they would most probably be easily countered by the opponents. But as long as they are performed along with the evasion methods, it would be easy to avoid being dragged in by the enemy and then break through.

In theory, Song Qingshu should have a high level of combat power, but he lacked the vision for actual combat. Now these murals gave him a vivid demonstration of the methods used by the masters.

The angle, timing, strength of the move, as well as its synergy with the next move, and the enemy's response… Song Qingshu felt that his thoughts became clearer and clearer.

Suddenly he was alarmed. He turned back and looked behind him. Mu Wanqing noticed his movements, then also turned around, and found an old man with white beard and hair, quietly standing there.

"Young people these days are very alert." The old man smiled slightly, looking at the sword moves on the wall, he got lost in reminiscence, and finally let out a long sigh, "It's been so many years, the people of the Sun Moon Holy Cult still found this place."

Naturally, this person was Feng Qingyang from the original novel. Song Qingshu was discovered by him as soon as he set his foot on the cliff. He was surprised to find that Song Qingshu didn't stop at all, and went straight into the hidden cave here.

Except for Linghu Chong, who accidentally crashed into this place, no one else knew about the secret hidden here. Song Qingshu's behavior was similar to someone who obviously knew about the secret here in advance. He noticed that this young man's internal strength seemed to be quite decent, unlike his martial arts, so Feng Qingyang calmly speculated. 'He is probably a member of the Demon Cult, and found out about the secret here from the notes of his predecessors.'

The technique of the Five Mountain Sword Sects must not fall into the hands of the Demon Cult. Feng Qingyang's thoughts flashed, and he slowly said, "Young man, this old man can't let you go down the mountain with the "Five Sacred Mountain Sword Art". You should stay here to accompany me. This old man will probably live for another twenty or thirty years."

How could Song Qingshu know that he had been misunderstood by Feng Qingyang as a member of the Demon Cult, and couldn't help but secretly groan. He just came here to pick up some leftovers that the original protagonist did not fancy. But now this happened!

Mu Wanqing on the side clearly felt the mysterious aura of the old man. She felt anxious when she heard what he said, and quickly explained, "We just happened to break into the forbidden area of ​​your sect unintentionally. We didn't understand the rules and looked at the technique of the sect. But this guy is just a fool, he won't remember if he sees it. So, I hope that the Senior will be benevolent, and let him go."

When he saw that Mu Wanqing was begging for him, Song Qingshu's heart couldn't help but warm up and he glanced at her gratefully.

Hearing Mu Wanqing's words, Feng Qingyang's expression suddenly became a little weird, "Is he really a fool?" Suddenly he realized something, his expression became more severe, and he looked at Song Qingshu, "It is even more unforgivable to deceive a woman using untruthful words."

Song Qingshu originally respected this master of sword arts quite a lot, but when he saw that after this guy came in, he just selfishly decided everything by himself without even talking to him. Then he conveniently placed himself on the moral high ground and severely criticized him.

Suddenly, Song Qingshu's heart surged with anger. And his self-esteem made him smile proudly, "Haha, it sounds like you think that your martial arts is higher than mine."

Mu Wanqing turned pale and looked at Song Qingshu anxiously, "Little Fool, you should admit your mistake to this senior."

Feng Qingyang's heart was usually like an ancient pond that has been tranquil for many years, but he still felt a rush of fire in his heart, and snorted, "This youngster is too arrogant."

"You can try." Song Qingshu stood there silently, watching him with contempt.

"You make a move first, otherwise there will be no chance. This old man can let you have three moves first." Feng Qingyang held his hands behind his back, considering his identity, he refused to make a move first.

"That's what you said." A wicked smile appeared on Song Qingshu's mouth. With a movement that propelled him to the extreme, he passed by Feng Qingyang like lightning, and a blood line appeared on his neck. As Feng Qingyang slowly fell, Song Qingshu wiped the blood stains on the wooden sword, and disdainfully said, "Don't pretend to be a master, you might be struck by lightning."

Of course, the scene above was just Song Qingshu's fantasy.

Feng Qingyang glanced at his weird smile strangely, and coldly snorted, "Just now you were lost in a daze. If I acted, you would have been dead."

Song Qingshu wiped the saliva from his mouth and smiled in embarrassment. How could he make such an elementary mistake? If it hadn't been for his opponent giving him three opportunities, that daze just now would have cost him his life.

"Alright, I will humbly ask seniors for his advice." Song Qingshu cheered up, and changed the stance of his feet, his palms implied the defensive position of the Wudang's "Silky Palm", mixed with the heaviness of the Emei's "Golden Top Cotton Palm" and the intensity of the "Heaven Shaking Iron Palm".

"Huh!" Feng Qingyang glanced at him in surprise, and thought in his heart that this kid could blend several different palm techniques with varying temperament so appropriately, he was really a martial arts genius. It is a pity that he was a member of the evil cult, and he was full of hostility toward him, which was really unfortunate.

Feng Qingyang steadied his mind, performed a sword technique with his fingers, and greeted his opponent with one finger. Song Qingshu was shocked to find that a sharp and fierce sword qi tore apart his fist wind. If he did not withdraw his palm and move aside, his palm would be pierced. He quickly blasted the opponent's sword qi using the Great Devil Eradicating Fist with his left hand. With one step, he quickly retreated a few meters away.

"The Palm-defeating Stance, from the Nine Swords of Dugu. It really deserves its reputation." Song Qingshu looked at Feng Qingyang with a heavy expression, and it would be hard to defeat the enemy who knew the Nine Swords of Dugu.

Feng Qingyang had long since escaped the shackles of the Nine Swords of Dugu. Just now, that finger strike was only a watered down palm-breaking sword intent. When he saw that his opponent mistakenly thought it was the Nine Swords of Dugu, he didn't explain it to him, "This young man's martial arts is already foremost in the younger generation. How rare."

"Old Feng really deserves to be the number one swordsman in the current era." Song Qingshu sincerely expressed his admiration.

"The first opportunity is over. Now make the second move." Feng Qingyang smiled faintly, and continued to stand with his hand behind his back.

"Damn, when will I be able to pose like that and pretend to be mighty in front of the enemy." Song Qingshu angrily thought, and then sent a well executed Tiger Claw Ending Hand straight toward the opponent's middle section of the body.

"Huh!" Feng Qingyang was shocked again. Just now, his palm strike was mixed with the essence of several sets of palm techniques, but this second move was so mediocre. Anticipating that he must have a backup move, he didn't make any movements.

Sure enough, when the attack reached in front of him, it changed from a vicious Tiger Claw Ending Hand to a sinister Nine Yin White Bone Claw. Feng Qingyang observed the swift change of his techniques, but he didn't rush or hurry, and calmly used a finger to touch the Nine Yin White Bone Claw.

Mu Wanqing looked annoyed and repulsed. Song Qingshu's Nine Yin White Bone Claw attacked very quickly, but Feng Qingyang's fingers seemed to move in slow motion, and he precisely used the sword qi on his fingers to disperse every claw strike!

After a few breaths, Song Qingshu returned to his original place, and his hands felt numb. Feng Qingyang glanced at him in surprise, 'I didn't expect him to counter my sword energy with a frontal attack, and it didn't hurt him that much as well."

"There is one last move left." The more this happened, the more alert Feng Qingyang became. The appearance of such a person in the Demon Cult was by no means a blessing for the Five Mountain Sword Sects, and he unconsciously attacked with the intention to kill.

Chapter 46: A slap of shame

Noting the killing intent in Feng Qingyang's eyes, Song Qingshu realized that the situation was not good, but he was not afraid of it in his heart, instead he became even more eager to fight him.

With a stroke of his left hand and a palm of his right hand, he swiftly attacked Feng Qingyang. It was the "The Proud Dragon Repents" of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.Updated from nov𝒆lbIn.(c)om

Feng Qingyang saw that his opponent chose to do another frontal attack, and his previous use of techniques were too treacherous and unpredictable, so he decided to cope with all changes without changing anything, and secretly condensed the innate sword qi to his fingers.

Song Qingshu didn't wait for his moves to get cold. He drew a circle again with his left hand and another palm with his right hand.

The power of the two palms were stacked upon each other, and it was like a raging wave, unstoppable, like an invisible wall of air blasting forward behind the calm wind.

Feng Qingyang felt that it was becoming hard to breathe, and he quickly changed the sword tactics, and greeted the attack with a burst of energy.

Song Qingshu leaped into the air with the help of the recoiling force, and used the "The Dragon Soars in the Sky" from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and once again attacked with the third wave of "The Proud Dragon Repents".

The expression on Feng Qingyang's face finally changed. He realized that he had underestimated Song Qingshu's strength. The innate sword qi of his right hand finger was more than enough to break through Song Qingshu's first two palms. What he didn't expect was that Song Qingshu would deliver the third palm when the first two were over, and the three palms overlapped. As a result, the strength of palm wind increased exponentially. Feng Qingyang was able to break through his opponents first two waves, but his innate sword qi was blown away by Song Qingshu's third palm. In desperation, he had no choice but to dodge and move back several feet away.

Feng Qingyang's expression was a little embarrassing. After all, this was the first time he was forced to defend while using the sword by an enemy in so many years. And the opponent was still a wet behind the ears young man, "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms! Your Excellency is Master Xiao Feng?"

"If King Xiao was here, Old Feng might not be having such a good time compared to when he is facing me." Song Qing gave a negative answer in his words, and secretly thanked his luck. He knew the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and also knew the tactics Xiao Feng was best at. He understood the overall principle of the tactic, tried his best to emulate it, and actually managed to perform it. Of course, there was still a big gap when it came to the power, the angle of execution and the timing of the attack.

"Then who are you? You are able to perform techniques of authentic sects such as Wudang and Emei Sect, and you also have the sinister martial arts from the Nine Yin Scripture, the Nine Yin White Bone Claw. I'm afraid even Xiao Feng and Guo Jing can be considered barely superior to you, and the other elders are far inferior to you." Feng Qingyang's eyesight was very sharp, he quickly saw through his martial arts skills.

"You can call me Little Fool." Song Qingshu looked back at the dumbfounded Mu Wanqing, revealing a mischievous smile. But he thought in his heart, 'I have a few more achievements on my belt, and I had also done something bad to Zhou Zhiruo, the leader of Emei Sect.'

"Your three moves are over. If you don't want to speak the truth, then I'll have you remain here." Feng Qingyang was slightly angry, he grabbed his sword and attacked.

The speed of the sword qi made Song Qingshu click his tongue, and he hurriedly used the Slithering Snake Jumping Raccoon Technique and rolled on the ground, avoiding Feng Qingyang's fierce sword strike.

However, even though he missed the first time, Feng Qingyang continued to attack with one sword qi after another. Song Qingshu could only dodge with all his strength, and had no chance to fight back. The space of movement was deliberately being shortened by his opponent to become smaller and smaller.

Song Qingshu knew that if he continued like this, it would be game over for him within the next ten moves. But he still did not easily counterattack with the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Through their exchange of attacks just now, he understood that his palm waves were not too effective against the opponent's sword qi. Coupled with the Palm-defeating Stance from the Nine Swords of Dugu, no matter how strong the palm wave was, it was no better than paper.

A given force can have a significantly different effect depending on the area over which the force is exerted. With the same application of strength, the force- bearing area of ​​a palm strike was much larger than the innate sword qi of the opponent's fingertips. Damn you pressure formula!

Song Qingshu fiercely cursed physics. The gap between them continued to close as his opponent countered his palm strikes with his sword qi.

Song Qingshu constantly paid attention to the gap. Then finally urged by his internal force, the wooden sword on his back shot out, and he grabbed it with his right hand. He swiped a few sword strikes and started to counterattack.

Feng Qingyang had noticed his wooden sword a long time ago, and thought it was just an ornament. But he did not expect that this guy had reached the state of "No Sword" at such a young age. He observed the thin layer of sword qi that appeared on the surface of the wooden sword. What's even more surprising was that his sword moves were exactly like the engravings on the wall. The only difference was that they had not been completely methodically applied. A couple of sword techniques from the Five Sacred Mountain Sword Art were used, but their strength was not the same, it implied that the opponent could swap it at will, and was waiting to see his reaction. And, change tactics at a moment's notice.

Feng Qingyang stepped on the ground and quickly retreated a few meters away. Although Song Qingshu's first three moves were amazing enough, they were not as shocking as this time. He stared at Song Qingshu in utter shock and asked, "You just watched it casually. How can you comprehend these sword techniques on the wall with just a few glances?"

Song Qingshu's expression turned a bit red in shame, and he shyly replied, "It seems like… that's what happened."

After listening to his words, Feng Qingyang almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. He has been called a sword-wielding genius that was seen once in hundreds of years. Only with his decades of cultivation on the way of the sword, he could comprehend the moves on the wall, and then integrate them with his sword intent. This young man, on the other hand, had probably practiced the sword for not more than a year, and he had attained such a realm! How could Feng Qingyang not be surprised if this youth attained something equal to himself.

"Whether it is true or not, I will just have to try and see it for myself." Feng Qingyang still didn't believe it, and decided to attack again.

Song Qingshu quickly focused and parried his attack with the wooden sword.

For a time, the cave became full sword qi. Feng Qingyang was basically attacking Song Qingshu's defense, and he was often forced into embarrassing situations. Song Qingshu was like a lonely boat in the storm, always able to stay afloat. He used the technique of the Five Sacred Mountain Sword Art, and remained undefeated against Feng Qingyang's Nine Swords of Dugu. Sometimes he even attacked with a few sword strikes so that Feng Qingyang had to use his sword to defend.

However, Song Qingshu soon came to a bitter self-realization. Although he could fight Feng Qingyang for a hundred moves without being defeated, he knew that if he continued fighting like this Feng Qingyang would no longer show any mercy. And if the sword qi invades his body, he would die without a doubt.

After he had this thought, he no longer had any will to fight again. And decided to resort to a weird sword technique, while shouting out its name, "Have a taste of my ultimate move, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!!!"

Feng Qingyang became confused. This young man gave him too many surprises. He was really afraid that he would lose his concentration and be injured by his weird moves. So, he tightly held his sword in his hands and waited for him.

When he saw that his opponent fell for his trick, Song Qingshu no longer dared to hesitate, he pushed the Traceless Sand Treading Steps to the extreme, and picked up Mu Wanqing, who was dumbly standing next to him.

After Feng Qingyang came out of his daze, he couldn't help but get furious, and he hurriedly used his movement technique (Qinggong) to chase him, but he had lost his first opportunity. Song Qingshu was performing the super movement technique (Qinggong) the Traceless Sand Treading Steps, and was able to swiftly run away, even if he still had a person in his arms. Feng Qingyang had no choice but to watch the distance between the two of them get farther and farther.

Sensing that Feng Qingyang was finally thrown off, Song Qingshu gently put Mu Wanqing down, and said fortunately, "Miss, fortunately you are soft as a cotton and light as a feather, otherwise we really wouldn't be able to run away."

But what answered him was Mu Wanqing's clear and resounding slap.

Chapter 47: The beauty wakes up and shows her wrath

"Miss, you…" Song Qingshu looked at Mu Wanqing in amazement.

"Are you a fool, or are you a master of martial arts!" Mu Wanqing pointed at him and trembled with anger, thinking that she was deceived by him for the past two days, and he took advantage of her.

"Miss Mu, I'm really sorry." This was the end of the matter, and there was no need to pretend anymore, so Song Qingshu bitterly smiled.

"Is it fun for you, a master, teasing ordinary people like me?" Mu Wanqing's voice became colder and colder.

'I think it's quite fun.' Song Qingshu thought in his heart, but of course he never dared to say so out loud, "I just noticed that young miss was heartbroken. You also seemed to have thoughts of suicide. There was not a lot of time. I only wanted to persuade you and was afraid that you would reject strangers. So, the only way I could think was to make this bad decision."

When Mu Wanqing's sorrowful matter was mentioned again, her small mouth slumped, and a trace of mist appeared in her beautiful eyes.

Although Mu Wanqing was cold and fierce on the surface, she was only a young girl in the end. If it was in his previous world, she might not have gone to college at this age. Song Qingshu had these thoughts flashing in his mind, but he didn't know how to coax her at the moment.

After a while, Mu Wanqing turned her head, quietly wiped her cheek with her fingertips, and asked in a deep voice, "What is your name?"

Noting her jade-like fingers, Song Qingshu's throat suddenly got a little dry, and quickly replied, "Miss Mu, this humble one is Song Qingshu."

"Thank you Master Song for helping me a few days ago, and this lowly girl will be forever grateful." Mu Wanqing said coldly, and turned to leave. Although she was extremely angry, according to her old temperament, after encountering such a stinky man she would naturally kill him with a poison arrow. But considering the incredible martial arts she had just seen with her own eyes, she gave up on this idea.

"Now she is leaving too." Song Qingshu muttered to himself, his reluctance was very obvious. After being exposed to this beautiful woman, he didn't know what to say to make her stay. And according to his personality, he also couldn't do something like that pretty boy Duan Yu.

Hearing Song Qingshu talking to himself, Mu Wanqing's ears blushed, she suddenly stopped, turned around and stared at Song Qingshu, "Go and wash your face, I don't want to leave without even knowing what my saviour looks like."

"That's no trouble at all!" Song Qingshu was aware of Mu Wanqing's arrogant and unusual personality, and couldn't figure out her thoughts for a while, so he ran to a nearby stream to wash off the stains on his face, and then fixed his wild hairstyle. Then he tied it up with a cloth strip.

Looking at the renewed Song Qingshu, an invisible blush appeared on Mu Wanqing's fair face, "Okay, I have seen it clearly." After speaking, she simply turned around and left.

Could it be that she was fascinated by the handsomeness of the "Jade-Faced Mengchang"? Song Qingshu was surprised. The original Song Qingshu was a well-known handsome young hero in the wulin. Now that he has achieved great accomplishments. His reserved and calm temperament added a few levels of charms. Now, every time he woke up in the morning and looked in the mirror, the first sentence that came out of his mouth was, "I woke up handsome today too."

Seeing Mu Wanqing go further and further, Song Qingshu shook his head and smiled bitterly in his heart, 'Mu Wanqing is a well-known infatuated woman in the original book, who loved her brother Duan Yu all her life, how can she be moved by other men.'

However, looking at her slender figure, Song Qingshu still shouted out, "After this, I will go back to Jiangnan."

Seeing Mu Wanqing walking far away as always, without any fluctuations in her body, Song Qingshu became anxious and quickly added, "Duan Yu was taken away by Tibetan Empire's master Jiumozhi, his intention is to go to Murong Bo's grave at Gusu. Before his cremation."

Mu Wanqing really trembled, stopped for a moment, and continued to walk, finally disappearing from Song Qingshu's sight.

'It seems that my position in her heart is still not as good as that pretty boy Duan Yu!' Song Qingshu was full of complex emotion, without realizing that he was also a true pretty boy through and through.

However, he was sure that Mu Wanqing would go to Jiangnan to save Duan Yu. Song Qingshu was not worried about her safety at all. Although Jiumozhi was a little bit despicable at times, fundamentally he was still a virtuous monk, unlike Yun Zhonghe who had the hobby of attacking a weak girl like Mu Wanqing.

The reason he was sending her to Jiangnan was that Song Qingshu had already made plans to go to Jiangnan.

In these two days of free time, he had been planning his future. The search for treasures that he planned before seemed very unrealistic now. But now, his martial arts was actually powerful enough, especially today in the battle with Feng Qingyang, which filled him with overwhelming confidence. He knew that as long as he didn't provoke those famous murderers in the wulin, his current strength was more than enough to protect himself anywhere.

Moreover, as his martial arts realm became higher and higher, Song Qingshu's ambitions became greater and greater. The rich experience from his previous life made him understand very early that in this troubled world, no matter how high realm he achieved in pure martial arts, he would only be a chess piece for someone superior. Similar to that Guo Jing.

Relatively speaking, he envied the Ming Cult's advocacy of unscrupulousness. It has hundreds and thousands of followers, who could become its vassals. Along with its strong soldiers and sturdy horses, it even has the possibility of dominating the world.

But thinking of the inexplicable relationship between Zhang Wuji and his nominal wife, he felt disgusted. He didn't want to be Li Yu's kind of unlucky ghost. If Zhang Wuji ruled the world, he would summon Zhou Zhiruo to the imperial harem whenever he wanted. And when that time comes, he really wouldn't be able to do anything to stop it.

Besides, Song Qingshu created a business empire in his previous life. He had become accustomed to the feeling of being in control and holding the fate of many people in his hands. But now he was just a nobody, and he was not used to this kind of role change, so he wanted to plan early. He wanted to slowly climb up the social ladder.

The current world was really chaotic, it was a good time to make contributions. Song Qingshu was not the kind of political speculator like Murong Bo and his sons, who had good eyes but poor methods. He had already planned out a blueprint.

What is the essence of power? One is military power, and the other is personnel power. In fact, the most important thing is financial power. When many people depend on you for food, you will naturally have tremendous power. Of course, if you don't have the strength to ensure that your wealth will not be taken away. The concept of power is just a ridiculous circle.

Realizing that searching for the martial arts secrets were hopeless, Song Qingshu immediately shifted his focus to finding other treasures of the world. The kind which included gold and silver.This chapter is updat𝓮d by nov(e)(l)biin.com

All the martial arts secrets hidden in the world were exclusively owned by the original protagonists, so he couldn't compete with the original protagonist in terms of luck. But the original novel had one thing more or less in common, that is, none of the protagonists get involved with the treasures that appear in the novel!

It was most likely that Old Man Jin wanted to show that the protagonist regarded money as shit, but this was exactly what Song Qingshu was after.

There was no need to compete for the martial arts treasure with the protagonist of the original book. Song Qingshu felt that his thoughts were correct. So, he began to make a mental list of available treasures in the current world. The treasure of the Gaochang maze was far in the Western Regions. It was Zhang Wuji's domain and could not be considered for the time being; the Chuangwang treasure near the Yubi Villa was also out of the consideration. It was far away and located in the hinterland of the Qing Dynasty. It would be difficult to take it even if he found it. The treasure of the "Sutra in Forty-two Chapters" was even more difficult. Not to mention the difficulty of collecting the eight sections and the forty-two chapters, it was impossible to secretly take out the treasure without alerting the Man Qing Dynasty's eyes and ears.

The treasure of Tianning Temple in Jingzhou was easy to find, but it was Ling Tuisi's domain, and it was located in a war zone, so Song Qingshu didn't want to get involved.

After much deliberation, Song Qingshu finally fixed his gaze on the treasure of Dagong Lane in Jinling City!

Chapter 48: The hero meets a bully

The treasure of Dagong Lane in Jinling City was easy to find, and unlike other treasures, it was not even natural born. The treasure of Dagong Lane was very likely to be discovered by other minor plot characters. This chapter is updat𝓮d by nov(e)(l)biin.com

In order to avoid the treasure falling into the hands of others, Song Qingshu decided to go to Jinling immediately, so just now he deliberately fooled Mu Wanqing to come to Jiangnan, maybe there would be a possibility of them seeing each other soon.

"The cool breeze is changeless, the autumn moon is ceaseless, and my melancholy seems to never end…" Song Qingshu remembered Zhou Botong and Qiu Qianren fighting all the way and rushing for thousands of miles. Now he also had his own movement technique, so on a whim, he decided to cross thousands of miles from Huashan to Jinling. He didn't even ride a horse or ride a carriage, but only relied on his pair of legs to perform his movement technique. (Yah, translating a poem is quite hard, but I think I did a good job here. I enjoyed the poem though.)

At the beginning, he ran quickly with the movement technique of Traceless Sand Treading Steps. After running for dozens of miles, he became too tired to continue. Song Qingshu was quite shocked. He knew that his internal strength was already considered to be quite strong and abundant. It was not a problem to travel a hundred and eighty li, but he could not go further than that with the Traceless Sand Treading Steps. It seemed that Wei Yixiao was only good at short-distance running.

After running for a few days, Song Qingshu suddenly had enlightenment in his heart, and began to pay attention to the efficiency of his internal energy utilization. Due his meticulous planning, the limit of a rapid rush broke through a hundred miles.

Later, Song Qingshu only continued to improve. After running with the Traceless Sand Treading Steps, he often took a stick of incense time to change to ordinary movement technique, and used that opportunity to adjust his internal energy. After that, he continued to use Traceless Sand Treading Steps again. The level of his stamina began to get longer and longer.

And after many days of extreme movement technique challenges, Song Qingshu's internal strength had also greatly improved, even faster than the growth rate of his usual martial arts practice. Song Qingshu was aware of the surging true qi in his body, and knew that he had reached its limit. Once he solved the problem of coexistence of Divine Brilliance True Qi and Nine Yin True Qi, he would be able to achieve a state of blending water and milk. His inner strength will surge, and it will never be exhausted.

After five or six days, Song Qingshu finally reached the foot of Jinling City and secretly sighed, 'Two thousand miles, it took five or six days by myself, which is much slower than the train in my previous life.'

In fact he didn't have any idea about his own speed. He didn't realize just how terrifying this kind of traveling speed was in this world. Lu Yi, the world's fastest circulator of information, used all the power of a country to let their men ride the best horses, ring bells during the day, raise fires at night, and kill people. They had to shop for horses from several shops for their people, and travel in rain or sunshine, day and night. But even then the fastest transmission of the so-called one hundred thousand urgent information was only five hundred miles a day. But Song Qingshu had reached nearly four hundred miles a day with just his own two legs!

'If I can harmonize the yin and yang in my body, and always maintain the ultimate speed of Traceless Sand Treading Steps, I am afraid it will not be much slower than the plane from my previous life.' Song Qingshu dragged his tired legs into the city, secretly thinking about his speed. The more he thought, the more excited he became, "This is quite good considering it is in ancient times, but this travel speed is still too slow. And I don't even want to think about riding a carriage. It's so slow that it can make people vomit blood."

After staying in an inn in the city, he quietly asked about the location of the Dagong Lane from an inn's employee. After a full meal, washing and cleaning up, when it was late at night, Song Qingshu quietly slipped out of the inn and walked through the secluded and dark places, and soon came to Dagong Lane.

"Huh, why is it deserted?" Song Qingshu had a bad feeling in his heart, and he hurriedly jumped inside the building and walked to the firewood room where the treasure was located.

After carefully searching, he quickly found the entrance to the cellar from the pyre. He pulled the plank aside, covered his whole body with true qi, and quietly jumped in while being on guard.

With the help of the light from the torch, Song Qingshu discovered that the entire room was empty. He thought there could be another hidden room, so he looked around, but found that the surrounding walls were solid. Song Qingshu sat down on the ground with a dejected expression, and finally noticed some clues left on the floor. There were a lot of marks left from wooden boxes. At first glance it was clear that the boxes were filled with heavy objects and placed on the ground for a long time.

"Who moved these treasures?" Song Qingshu finally gave up and returned to the inn with a heart full of doubts.

The next day he ran to the lobby of the inn and ordered a few dishes, pricked his ears and listened carefully to the conversations of the surrounding guests. This place was a mixture of fish and dragons. The inn had always been one of the fastest circulators of information. Maybe he could get to hear some useful news from the conversations of drunk guests.

Sure enough, he suddenly noticed a table where some people were talking,

"I heard that Yuan Chengzhi's Golden Serpent Camp has become so powerful in Shandong recently that even the Manchu emperor can't do anything."

"Master Yuan really brought honor for us Han people. Now that the Han people have fallen to the north of the Yangtze River, it is really rare to have such a great hero bravely resisting the Qing Dynasty."

"Didn't the Manchu and Qing Dynasty send envoys to form an alliance with our Song Dynasty? Will this affect the relationship between the two countries?"

"Yuan Chengzhi is a survivor of the Ming Dynasty, and he is not the son of the Great Song Dynasty. How could it affect the relations between the two countries? Speaking of this alliance, I am angry. We have shed a sea of ​​blood and are filled with hatred. But, I really can't figure out why the emperor would form an alliance with the Manchus."

"Brother, this is what you don't understand. Now Mongolia is strong and has the potential to sweep through the world. We fought fiercely with Mongolia in Xiangyang and Sichuan. The Manchu's also fought Mongolia for a long time. The enemy of an enemy is a friend. Of course, the emperor must seize this opportunity to form an alliance against Mongolia."

"Hmph, I still feel unhappy in my heart. I don't know when my Han people will be able to recover the past glory. The saints are currently blindly guarding the city. Instead, I feel that Yuan Chengzhi is more discerning and the hope of the Han people may fall on him!"

"Shhh! Your words are a crime of decapitation…" The speaker deliberately lowered his voice, and suddenly asked curiously, "Why do you think so?"

"Yuan Chengzhi led the Golden Serpent Camp and repelled the encirclement and suppression of the Qing soldiers several times, which shows his talent as a strategist. He is the number one in the wulin of Shandong, which shows his reputation and charm. Last time he used tricks and schemes to make great achievements. He even managed to acquire the treasure of Jinling city. This shows his wisdom and it also made the prefect of Jinling really angry, haha…"

Hearing this, Song Qingshu's heart felt cold. The treasure of Dagong Lane has been taken away by Yuan Chengzhi! That's right, his military expenditures at the Golden Serpent Camp are huge, and he created such a mighty force in Shandong in such a short period of time. It would definitely not work without astronomical military expenditures.

Song Qingshu became very depressed, and was no longer interested in listening. He dropped a few pieces of silver and walked out dejectedly.

"Am I destined to not be the protagonist of this world?" Song Qingshu was wandering blindly on the street, thinking that his plan was failing everywhere and he also failed to get the treasures here. From this, it was easy to infer that other treasures might also be taken due to various reasons. He was coming out empty handed for all kinds of strange reasons, and the more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became.

"Get out of the way!" Accompanied by the crisp sound of bells, two horses galloped past him.

Usually, Song Qingshu would stop to teach the people who came to the city center with horses to cause trouble, but he was very sad at this time, and he was not in the mood to be a chivalrous man. With a few quick steps, he barely managed to escape the two galloping horses.

It's a pity that the people in front of him didn't have this good luck. "Fu*k! Who the hell dares to hit this Grandaddy?" Hearing this arrogant voice, Song Qingshu thought that he would have a good show to watch. So he looked up with interest.

Chapter 49: The thickest thigh in the book

On the two horses, one white and one yellow, sat a pair of young man and woman. The young man was dressed in a yellow shirt, he was slender and tall. The young woman was elegant and beautiful. She had a dark complexion and was pretty, and her white dress was fluttering in the wind.

"What a well matched couple!" Song Qingshu secretly admired them, but when he thought that these two were riding horses on the streets, he felt a little unhappy. Then he noticed that the two of their expressions suddenly turned a little dignified, so he followed their gazes curiously.

It turned out that the person they collided with was also a young man, but with a big braid and wearing a full-fledged official uniform. He was probably still a high official in the Qing Dynasty. So Song Qingshu watched him shout and throw his arms about in all directions with interest.

"You fu*kers, arrest them for me!" Although the young man was not really hit just now, but it gave him a nasty fright. He looked back, and wanted to teach the culprit a hard lesson.

"Wait!" The young man looked back and saw a beautiful and energetic girl sitting on the horse. He became happy in his heart, 'I would be smiling in my sleep if I could be tangled by this girl's legs once.'

After making up his mind, the young man suddenly changed his tone and snapped his fingers left and right to stop his men, "Didn't I tell you all? If there was an assassin doing the assassination just now, this young lord would have just kicked the bucket and go to see King Yama and my old man. Now look here! I was saved thanks to this little lady kindly reminding you stupid people to raise your vigilance."

"Master Wei is wise…" The guards around the young man nodded and bowed, and quickly confessed their mistakes.

"Wei Xiaobao?" Song Qing gave him a weird look. At a young age, this young man was in an important position in the Qing Dynasty. If it wasn't Wei Xiaobao then who? He thought in his heart that this guy might be the Manchu-Qing alliance messenger mentioned by the dunkards in the inn just now.

Wei Xiaobao finished teaching his subordinates, wiped saliva from his mouth and turned his head back to smile at the white-clothed girl, "Little lady, in order to thank you for your life-saving grace, this lord would like to invite the two of you to the restaurant in front of us."

The white-clothed woman had a bewildered expression. It was clear that she ran into him just now… But after hearing his words full of sincerity, she almost had the illusion that she really seemed to have saved his life.

When the young man on the other horse saw Wei Xiaobao talking and staring straight at his cousin with questionable eyes, his heart surged in anger.

Just now when he saw this young official shouting and scolding him, his identity seemed not small, and he became worried that today's affairs would not end well for them. But after seeing that this official didn't pursue the incident, instead he had ulterior motives about his cousin. He suddenly gave a cold reply, "No need."

Although Wei Xiaobao still had a smile on his face, he had already begun to scold this guy in his heart, 'All my life I hated people more handsome than me. This little pretty boy and the little lady are sneaking glances at each other, I am afraid they have already hooked up and become an adulterous couple. If that's the case, then I guess it's time to use some extraordinary methods.'

Hearing the words of her companion, the woman in white also scolded, "We 'Twin Sword Heroes' hate sick perverts who lust after flowers the most, even more so for the dog officials of the Qing Court. If it weren't for us worrying about breaking the covenant between the Song Dynasty and you, we might have bestowed justice on behalf of heaven today."

"Shui Sheng and Wang Xiaofeng?" Song Qingshu remembered the identity of the two when she mentioned her family title. It seems that because of the influence of his deeds at Jingzhou, they had not met the Blood Saber Elder yet.

"I agree that I'm really lustful, but where is this flower you speak of? Zhang Kangnian, have you seen any beautiful dark flowers in this world?" When Wei Xiaobao said this, Zhang Kangnian and others had already roared with a wave of tacit laughter. "Indeed. I have never seen any beautiful flowers that are dark."

Yes, as Wei Xiaobao said, Shui Sheng's skin tone was dark, but Song Qingshu smiled slightly at the notion. Shui Sheng was a bit dark, but her skin was even and delicate, and it didn't make people feel unsightly. What's more, that skin tone added a touch of healthy vitality to her charm. She was most certainly a beautiful girl.

The 'Twin Sword Heroes' were young and vigorous. How could they take such insults lying down? Moreover, Shui Sheng was a young lady, and she directly swung her horse whip at Wei Xiaobao.

"Bold! How dare you assassinate the envoy of the Qing Dynasty in broad daylight." In fact, just now Wei Xiaobao said all those things on purpose. He wanted to irritate the two of them and let them act first. Zhang Kangnian, his subordinate, had been working with him for a long time, so how could he fail to understand his intentions? He immediately drew out his sword and his people surrounded the 'Twin Sword Heroes'.

When Wang Xiaofeng saw that this matter was not going to end well, he quickly drew his sword and stepped forward to cover for Shui Sheng.

The two groups clashed and fought for half a day, and Song Qingshu yawned in boredom from the sidelines. Now he has become one of the top masters in terms of martial arts in the world. How could this kind of little quarrel arouse his interest?nove(l)bi(n.)com

The Kangxi Emperor sent Wei Xiaobao as an envoy to the Song Dynasty to discuss their alliance, and was worried about his safety, so he chose a large number of martial artists and powerful imperial guards from the palace to protect Wei Xiaobao.

In normal circumstances, 'Twin Sword Heroes' were more than enough to punish some local ruffians and martial artists. But at this moment, they were facing a group of wolves and tigers, and the Imperial Guards showed their might.

It didn't take long for the two to be subdued by the guards and pressed down in front of Wei Xiaobao, "Now that the assassin has been caught on the spot, we seek the command of Lord Wei on how to deal with them."

Wei Xiaobao circled the two of them a few times, and wryly smiled, "In broad daylight, you two were going to assassinate the envoys of the two countries. There must be some conspiracy behind it. There must be a ring leader! Well, that's it. In order to prevent the two of them from colluding while confessing, I decide to separate the two for trial. Zhang Kangnian…this man, tie him up and send him to the prefect of Song State and order them to strictly interrogate him. As for this woman, she will be tried by the Qing Dynasty. Who on earth wants to destroy the diplomatic relations between the two countries? We must find out!"

"My lord really is wise, it fills us with awe…" Zhang Kangnian led the guards and gave another flattery.

The veins on Wang Xiaofeng's eyes almost burst open. As long as one was not a fool, it wasn't too difficult to figure out the scheme of his opponent. If his cousin were to be taken away by this beast, she would lose her innocence for sure!

Song Qingshu knew that this guy was quite shameless. But he didn't expect this Wei Xiaobao to be more shameless and more direct than he was portrayed in the original book. But, it actually was more to his liking.

There was a classic question on a website in his previous life. If you want to choose between Guo Jing and Wei Xiaobao as a friend, who would you choose?

He didn't know how others would choose, but Song Qingshu was very clear, he would definitely choose Wei Xiaobao. The reason was simple, it's because Wei Xiaobao was a smart person.

If you were his enemy, then you would end up miserable for sure. Just look at Liu Yizhou, his sweetheart was taken, and his life was also ruined. Another good example was Zheng Keshuang; the woman who loved him left him and he finally became a prisoner.

But being his friend had many benefits, so there wasn't a need to list them all here.

Does Guo Jing have friends? Except for that "Old Imp" Zhou Botong, he was sure that there were no real friends. But, Wei Xiaobao was different. When he needed help, he just had to raise his arms and waves of fox and dog-like friends would come to help one after another. This could be seen from the incident of "Turtle Vanquishing Conference" and Zheng Keshuang's evil rectification.

In Song Qingshu's opinion, Wei Xiaobao is the thickest thigh in Jin Yong's fourteen books, so he must hug it tightly.

It's just that this act of bullying men and women was a bit unpleasant. Song Qingshu frowned, and after all, he couldn't just come out and talk to the guy out of the blue. At that moment, when he was distressed about the possible ways of establishing relations with him, he saw a few bald monks waving a shining cold light. The saber rushed towards Wei Xiaobao from the dark without any warning!

And Song Qingshu was overjoyed, 'God is helping me!'

Chapter 50: No. 1 fighting master in Jin Yong's book

Although these monks were wearing robes, they couldn't conceal the ferocity of their faces. Coupled with the strange sabers in his hands, Song Qingshu immediately realized that these should be disciples of the Blood Saber Sect.

"Why did the 'Blood Saber Elder' come to assassinate Wei Xiaobao?" Song Qingshu was very puzzled. These two should have nothing to do with each other.

However, Song Qingshu didn't plan to save these people now. It was not the right time to save them yet. The reason was, Wei Xiaobao's guards were full of combat power at the moment. Only when one was in a desperate situation, the effect of saving people could be maximized.

You want to talk about chivalry and righteousness? Sorry, Song Qingshu had never been such a person.

The martial arts of the monks in the Blood Saber Sect were far higher than the short sword welding guards, and Wei Xiaobao's imperial guards were finding it quite difficult to deal with them. Only relying on their numerical advantage would they be able to defeat the assassins.

"Young Master Wei really has a knack for finding good companions during this trip to Jiangnan." With a long laugh, a middle-aged monk with a valiant face appeared on the roof, and he slowly swept across his shiny bald head with the back of a saber while speaking.

Seeing that iconic action, and then hearing his way of speaking, Song Qingshu wondered if he was the Blood Saber Elder who was a heaven defying fighting master?

In Jin Yong's novels, the Blood Saber Elder was certainly not the highest in terms of martial arts, but he had the most brilliant record. Faced with four masters of the same level as himself, he killed three of them and captured one, which made him gain the reputation of the number one fighter in wulin.

Wei Xiaobao didn't know the name of the Blood Saber Elder, but when he saw him appear on the roof, he rubbed his ears that were sore from the sound of his laughter, and thought in his heart, 'Motherfu*ker, now this granddaddy's subordinates have to fight him too. We were at a tie even when fighting with the little monks. Now this new old monk has a 'I'm a master' label on his forehead. As soon as he takes action, this poor Wei Xiaobao is going to lose his life.'

But, almost Immediately he pasted his trademark smile on his face, and he laughed, "This senior has a mighty and majestic temperament. At first glance, it is apparent that you are a man who appreciates flowers. This lowly junior loves making friends the most in his life. I just met a beautiful young lady today. If you fancy her, just take her away, you don't have to mind me."

Shui Sheng on the side made a strong voice of indignation, but it was a pity that her small mouth had already been blocked, and in the end it all turned into a whining sound.

The Blood Saber Elder glanced at Shui Sheng with surprise, he unconsciously touched his chin back and forth with his hand, then nodded and said, "Well, she's indeed a beauty! Hmm, her eyebrows are not open, and she is still a big girl with yellow flowers, not bad, this elder likes her."

Wei Xiaobao looked at him with admiration, "Sure enough, an expert is an expert. From such a distance, you can see that this little lady still has a pure body. Xiaobao's admiration for you is like a surging river, endless… "

The Blood Saber Elder laughed again, "It is said that the Great Qing Dynasty's Lord Wei is a hero who could sell justice for money, and he really deserves his reputation when I saw him today. If it weren't for the fact that we serve different masters, this elder would really want to make friends with you, it's a pity. It is a pity."

Hearing what he said, Wei Xiaobao broke out in cold sweat, and he secretly regretted that he didn't bring that fathead, Lu Gaoxuan, or the brothers from the Heaven and Earth Society when he came here, otherwise he would not be so vulnerable. This Zhang Kangnian usually boasted so much, but was useless at the critical moment. 'If I can escape this time, I will definitely let Xiao Xuanzi drive you all back to your hometown…'

While Wei Xiaobao was thinking about how to escape, his men had already been defeated by the Blood Saber Monks.

Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian led a few remaining guards in front of Wei Xiaobao, and their voices were a little trembling, "Wei…Master Wei, the situation is…somewhat bad."

"Of course it's not good, you moron, I can see it myself." Wei Xiaobao was speechless and cursed, "The others are all dead, why didn't you two suffer any injuries?"

Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian looked at each other and could only smile awkwardly.

Song Qingshu saw that it was almost time. With Wei Xiaobao's wily nature, who knew whether he would suddenly be able to use his own skills to escape. At that time, his wishful thinking might just vanish in smoke.

With a light cough, Song Qingshu walked out of the dark, looked at the group from Blood Saber Sect, shook his head and sighed, "The monks should be compassionate, and the masters here actually committed the killing precepts. It is really sinful."

When Wei Xiaobao saw Song Qingshu, his eyes lit up. His ability to observe words and qualities were unmatched in the world. If he claimed to be second in the world, and no one would dare to say they are first.

Mu Wanqing and even Feng Qingyang thought that the wooden sword on his back was a decoration, but Wei Xiaobao saw through it at a glance. 'Judging from his indifferent expression, it is obviously not a decoration!'

"This hero carries a wooden sword and looks like a master in the midst of masters. These evil monks have no Buddhist mercy at all. They want to kill us and I hope that the hero can save us." Wei Xiaobao gained confidence, and his attitude immediately took a 180-degree turn.

"Huh, quitting killing is a thing of your Central Plains Zen Buddhism, we don't have so many rules in the Tibetan Buddhism," The Blood Saber Elder hesitated, he looked at the wooden sword on Song Qingshu's back, and still asked, "I say, this little brother, can you really hurt people with this wooden sword?" Although he had never heard of a wooden sword used as a weapon, his instinct still made him subconsciously wary of Song Qingshu.

"Your Blood Saber can hurt people, but why can't my wooden sword hurt people as well?" Song Qingshu faintly smiled, but he screamed in his heart. 'This kind of feeling of pretending to be an expert is really not bad!'

The Blood Saber Elder hesitated for a moment, but still ordered his disciples to attack. In these chaotic times, many sects in the Western Regions were looking for a powerful leader in their hearts. Most of them were interested in the stronger Mongolia, but it was a daunting task to take refuge in the domain of the monarch of Mongolia. Some people had taken refuge in the Ruyang King Cha Khan, who managed the Western Regions, while others had taken refuge in the more popular Kublai Khan. Temüjin loved his seventh son, Ali Buge, and he would surely pass his position to him in the future.

Currently, Ali Buge was staying in the Mongolian steppe and was at odds with the Manchus. This time they discovered that Kangxi Emperor sent his most trusted confidant, Wei Xiaobao, to the Southern Song State to discuss alliance matters.

Ali Buge was worried that the alliance between the Manchus and the Song State would go smoothly, and his situation would become even more difficult. Knowing this, the Blood Saber Elder volunteered and led his disciples to go south and planned to intercept Wei Xiaobao in the Great Song Dynasty. As a result, not only would the Manchu and Song states fail to form an alliance, they might even start a war because of Wei Xiaobao's death. .

Although his instinct told him that the eccentric young man in front of him was not an easy opponent, but time was running out, and he must finish the fight quickly and kill Wei Xiaobao before the Song Dynasty court could react. So he let the disciples take the lead and gauge Song Qingshu's abilities.