Daoist Hundred Damages and the Leader of the Jingang Sect were known for being vicious and merciless. In their dictionaries, there was no such thing as having tender and protective feelings for the fairer sex. Seeing Miss Cheng standing in front of them, the two of them did not hesitate and directly attacked her body. At the same time, they had the idea of using her body to transfer their internal energy to the unfathomable Embroidery Bandit.
Before their attacks could reach her, Miss Cheng was already suffocated by the biting cold wind from their palms. She was unable to move and her mind was completely blank.
Song Qingshu also noticed the strange situation behind him and was extremely anxious. It must be known that Xiao Long Nu had been hit by the Quanzhen Five Masters' Seven Stars Gathering. If she had not practiced the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra to an extremely high level, she would have died on the spot. Now that Daoist Hundred Damages and the Leader of the Jingang Sect were attacking with all their strength, the power was probably above the Quanzhen Five Masters' Seven Stars Gathering. Miss Cheng's internal energy was far inferior to Xiao Long Nu's. If she was hit, she would probably die in an instant. Even if he had the Solitary Yang Finger and the Zen of Bliss, he would not be able to save her in time.
Song Qingshu had a good impression of this shy and shy young woman. Moreover, now that she had risked her life to block the palm for him, how could he just stand by and watch a tragedy unfold?
Song Qingshu clenched his teeth and, despite his internal injuries, forcibly pulled back his palm. Then, he grabbed Miss Cheng's slender waist and used the Imminent Skyline Technique at that critical moment. Everyone in the courtyard only saw a blur and in the next moment, Song Qingshu had already appeared several zhang away with Miss Cheng in his arms.
Song Qingshu's current internal energy was very powerful. Just now, when he suddenly withdrew his internal energy, he had already suffered a serious internal injury. In addition, he had forcefully used the Imminent Skyline Technique, which consumed a lot of his internal energy. Because of this, when he had just teleported here, his legs went soft and he was unable to stand firm, causing him to stagger to the side.
Fortunately, his reaction was fast enough. He took the opportunity to spin a few times to reduce the impact of his teleportation.
Cheng Yaojia was held in his arms. When she turned around, she looked up at his face. She felt like she was in a dream and unconsciously blushed.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead. How did it turn out to be like those chilling scenes in TV dramas? It was so embarrassing. He really didn't do it on purpose.
In order to dispel the awkwardness in his heart, he hurriedly shifted his gaze to where the two of them were previously.
On the other side, when the twenty-four foreign monks saw Song Qingshu suddenly pulled back his palm, their hearts were overjoyed. In a contest of internal energy, if one side suddenly pulled back his palm, it was simply an act of opening the door and inviting a thief to his own death. They wanted to take advantage of Song Qingshu's illness to take his life, so they suddenly seized the opportunity to attack, not giving the opponent any chance to breathe.
Who would have thought that Song Qingshu would suddenly vanish into thin air in front of them? What appeared next was Daoist Hundred Damages and the Guardian Deity's all-out attack.
By this time both sides could clearly see what was going on. They couldn't help but groan inwardly, but they had no other choice. At this time, if either side pulled back their palms, it would be a dead end. Therefore, both sides had no choice but to brace themselves and meet each other's palms head-on.
Although the Guardian Deity and Daoist Hundred Damages' martial art skills were far superior to these foreign monks, this was a contest of internal energy, so they couldn't use any tricks. In addition, the foreign monks had a miraculous Body Fusion Technique. When their palms met, the Guardian Deity and Daoist Hundred Damages' faces instantly turned red. The twenty-four foreign monks also swayed simultaneously.
Song Qingshu knew very well that if he launched a sneak attack at this time, this group of people would either die or be seriously injured. However, the Ruyang Palace's martial art masters were almost wiped out, so it was not in his interest. Presently, Yangzhou's situation was incomparably complicated; he needed the Ruyang Palace's strength to break the deadlock.
After weighing the pros and cons, Song Qingshu let out a long laugh and said, "The night is long, I still want to accompany a beautiful woman. Please forgive me for not accompanying you." Finished speaking, he hugged Cheng Yaojia and leaped forward several times, disappearing into the darkness of the night.
The Divine Arrow Eight Heroes hastily released their arrows. Unfortunately, Song Qingshu's silhouette was untraceable; how could they hit him? They could only watch helplessly as the two of them left.
Wang Baobao had witnessed the whole process of Song Qingshu carrying a delicate woman and easily escaping from the encirclement of martial art masters. Wang Baobao's complexion couldn't help but turn ashen. Looking at the courtyard where both sides were still fighting each other with bloodshot eyes and thick necks, he was even angrier. "Enough! Both of you stop!"
With Wang Baobao's interference, both sides dared to withdraw their internal energy bit by bit. Finally, they succeeded in stopping.
"Who can tell me the background of that Embroidery Bandit?" Wang Baobao's complexion was very unsightly.
The martial art masters in the courtyard looked at each other in dismay. They could see the fear in each other's eyes. All along, they had been very conceited about their own martial arts. They believed that with their strength, they could easily sweep away all the major sects of the Central Plains. They didn't expect that they would be toyed with by a martial art master who came out of nowhere.
Seeing that no one answered, Wang Baobao became even more irritated. After thinking for a moment, he ordered, "In order to prevent the Southern Song Dynasty from being on guard, we will move the plan forward. We will take action tonight!" The Mongolians had won every battle they fought. The essence of their tactics was speed. Wang Baobao was a famous Mongolian general of the new generation. Naturally, he had also comprehended the essence of lightning warfare.
"Yes!" The martial art masters loudly obeyed the order. They had just lost face in front of their master. Right now, they were all excited and wanted to wash away their shame.
Noticing the high morale of his subordinates, Wang Baobao nodded his head in satisfaction. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"
Song Qingshu carried Cheng Yaojia for a long time. He didn't know how much time had passed. He estimated that the people from the Ruyang Palace wouldn't be able to catch up to them, so he put her down.
As soon as they stopped, Song Qingshu couldn't help but cry out and vomit a mouthful of blood. Cheng Yaojia's beautiful face immediately turned pale. She worriedly grabbed his sleeve and asked, "What happened to you?"
"I suffered some internal injuries just now. It's not a big deal." Song Qingshu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled without a care in the world.
"You vomited blood, how could it not be a big deal? I brought some healing medicine from the Quanzhen Sect. You should quickly take it." Cheng Yaojia anxiously took out a pill from her bosom.
"It's just vomiting blood. I'll get used to it after vomiting." Song Qingshu faintly smiled and pressed her hand to make her take back the pill. "I'll circulate my internal energy to regulate my breathing and I'll be fine." After he finished speaking, he sat on the ground and circulated his internal energy.
Although the injury he had just suffered wasn't light, his internal energy had already reached the Perfection realm. It had already cycled back and forth, growing and multiplying endlessly. He only needed to circulate it a few times and his internal energy would be completely healed.
When Cheng Yaojia saw him circulate his internal energy just like that, she couldn't help but jump in fright. In her impression, the people around her, whether it was her master or her elders, would find a quiet room where they wouldn't be disturbed when they were healing. They would even have someone they could trust on the side to protect them. Who would casually find a place to sit down and start healing like this?
However, when she saw his amazing martial arts in the He Garden, she inexplicably trusted him. She quietly looked at him and thought, "I didn't expect his martial arts to be so high. I even wanted to kidnap him and escape from the Dao Tai yamen."
Thinking of her naive thoughts, Cheng Yaojia couldn't help but smile shyly. Because Song Qingshu was healing, she was bored to death and sat next to him. She blankly stared at him, lost in thought.
Cheng Yaojia saw the brocade handkerchief he had used to cover his face fall to the side of the grass. She picked it up and subconsciously wanted to put it back into her bosom. After all, she had specially embroidered this brocade handkerchief for her husband. A few days ago, he had snatched it away. She had always wanted to take it back, but unfortunately, she didn't have the opportunity.
Now that the opportunity had appeared, she hesitated. She didn't know what she was thinking. She held the brocade handkerchief in midair and didn't move.
Suddenly, from the corner of her eyes, she noticed the sweat on the forehead of the man next to her. She remembered that he had suffered an internal injury in order to save her. Her heart immediately softened. She picked up the brocade handkerchief and gently wiped it for him.
After wiping his sweat, Cheng Yaojia stared at the brocade handkerchief in her hand in a daze. Thinking of all the excessive things her husband had done recently, she couldn't help but become angry. "Since you don't like this brocade handkerchief, I'll give it to someone else."
All these years, she had always followed the rules. But once she had this bold idea, she couldn't stop the impulse in her body. Cheng Yaojia's heart was pounding. She saw that Song Qingshu was still healing with his eyes closed. She used her trembling fingers to pick up the brocade handkerchief and quietly stuffed it into the arms of the man next to her.
A smile appeared on Song Qingshu's lips. "Is this the token of love that Madam gave me?"
Cheng Yaojia was very nervous and almost jumped up in fright. She looked up and saw that Song Qingshu had already opened his eyes and was looking at her with a smile that wasn't a smile. She wished that there was a hole in the ground that she could crawl into.
"You bully me!" Cheng Yaojia was about to cry.
Song Qingshu laughed and said, "When did I bully you?"
"You clearly woke up just now, but you pretended to be healing. You deliberately … deliberately made fun of me. Isn't that bullying?" Cheng Yaojia's tears streamed down her face and she couldn't stop them.
Seeing her tears, Song Qingshu suddenly panicked. He quickly took out a handkerchief and wiped the tears on her face. "I'm innocent. I was really healing just now. I didn't wake up until you touched me."
Cheng Yaojia's face turned red. She stretched out her white and tender hand and said, "Give it to me!"
"Give what to me?" Song Qingshu was confused.
Cheng Yaojia glanced at the brocade handkerchief in his hand and said with a red face, "That!"
Song Qingshu suddenly understood, but he didn't have the slightest intention of returning it to her. Instead, he put it back into his arms and said, "This won't do. You already gave it to me."
"When did I give it to you? It was obviously you who snatched it." Cheng Yaojia braced herself and said.
Song Qingshu suddenly laughed and said, "Then who was the one who personally stuffed this brocade handkerchief into my arms?"
Cheng Yaojia's pretty face turned as red as rose petals. "Just consider it my gift. But I've changed my mind. Give it back to me!" After saying that, she threw herself at him, trying to snatch it back.
However, Song Qingshu's reaction was faster. He pulled his hand back and Cheng Yaojia pounced on empty air. She lost her balance and immediately fell into his arms.
With Song Qingshu's martial arts, he naturally had countless ways to support her. However, how could he be an unromantic man? He simply didn't react and let the other party fall towards him.
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