Song Qingshu was also speechless. He could not help but sigh in his heart. Always standing by the river, one's shoes would get wet. No wonder he had never heard of any martial arts masters stirring up trouble in the Southern Song Palace. It turned out that there was such a big boss hidden in the palace.
When Qu Lingfeng entered the palace to steal precious calligraphy and paintings, he was caught and killed by Shi Yanming when he fled to Ox Village. Huang Yaoshi thought that if he had not broken Qu Lingfeng's leg, he would not have died.
Now that he thought about it, Qu Lingfeng was not worthy of Huang Chang's attention. Otherwise, he would not even have the chance to leave the palace.
The Nine Yin Manual had attracted the entire martial arts world. The Eastern Heretic, the Western Poison, the Southern Emperor, and the Northern Beggar fought for it for seven days and seven nights on Mount Hua. Even a master of this level regarded it as a treasure. It could be seen how profound the Nine Yin Manual was.
Although Song Qingshu had mastered the Nine Yin Manual, he was not naive enough to think that Huang Chang's martial arts could only be reflected by the Nine Yin Manual. Just like Dugu Qiubai's martial arts were not only equal to the Nine Strategies Beyond the Swords, the internal strength of the snake gallbladder, the heavy sword, and a big eagle.
Not to mention that Huang Chang had written the 'Nine Yin Manual' several decades ago. Who knew what kind of new martial arts he had comprehended and what realm he had reached in the past few years?
Song Qingshu suddenly felt a little depressed. Back then, Hong Qigong and Zhou Botong cheated in the palace. When Ouyang Feng and the others came to find the Book of Wumu, why did they not see Huang Chang? Why did he hit a lightning bolt as soon as he arrived?
After thinking about it, Song Qingshu could only understand that Hong Qigong and the others only appeared at the edge of the palace such as the imperial kitchen. Huang Chang did not care about them, unlike him who ran into the Emperor's harem and finally alarmed the old man.
"I didn't expect that after so many years, someone in Jianghu still remembers me." The man in the black cloak looked up at the moon as if recalling something of the past. But perhaps because the cloak was too big or for some other reason, even under the moonlight, his face was still blurred. "It is inevitable for young people to make mistakes. As long as you know to repent, you can still be saved. Put down the imperial concubines and stay in the palace to copy the Taoist Canon for ten years. I can guarantee that no one will blame you for what you did tonight. "
"Ten years?" Song Qingshu chuckled. "Compared to copying books, I prefer the outside world."
"Trespassing into the palace and kidnapping an imperial concubine is a crime worthy of nine familial extermination. Young man, don't be so stubborn." Huang Chang let out a soft sigh. The surrounding flowers and trees seemed to feel his emotions and rustled. Soon, a feeling of regret spread through the air.
Song Qingshu's expression was solemn. It was obvious that Song Qingshu had almost reached the realm of the Oneness of Heaven and Man. His every move was one with nature, and his cultivation was even higher than Wang Chongyang's. However, once Wang Chongyang used the Big Dipper Formation, he would be able to exert several times more power. It was hard to say what would happen if the two of them fought.
"Make your move. Since you are from the younger generation, I will let you have three moves first." Huang Chang's tone revealed absolute confidence.
"Are you serious, Senior?" The corners of Song Qingshu's mouth curled up slightly, as if he already had a card up his sleeve.
"Of course I wouldn't lie to a junior like you," Huang Chang replied indifferently.
"Then I thank you, Senior." Song Qingshu grinned. He kicked off the ground and disappeared into the night sky with Li Yuanzhi in his arms.
Seeing the scene before him, Huang Chang was startled and didn't know how to react. Though he appeared relaxed, he didn't let his guard down. This young man's martial arts were not weaker than anyone he had seen in his life. In fact, he couldn't even see through Ling Xian. However, a grandmaster had the demeanor of a grandmaster. As a senior, he couldn't make the first move. He was willing to let Ling Xian have three moves first.
Originally, he was on guard and waiting for Ling Xian's earth-shattering attack. He didn't expect Ling Xian to just run away!
Normally, all powerful cultivators had their own pride. Unless they had no other choice, they wouldn't run away. This person's cultivation was unfathomable, but he didn't play by the rules.
After all these years of cultivation, Huang Chang had become calm and collected. However, seeing the scene before him, he became angry for the first time. His body flashed and he chased after Ling Xian.
However, after chasing for the time it took for an incense stick to burn, not only did he not catch up, the distance between them grew further and further. Finally, Ling Xian disappeared without a trace. Huang Chang couldn't help but stop and give up on the chase. He muttered to himself, "There's such a shocking qinggong in this world? It seems that I haven't been involved in worldly affairs for too long. If there's a chance, I'll find Ying Luo and ask her if there are any powerful youths in Jianghu. "
Returning to the Cold Palace, Song Qingshu put Li Yuanzhi down. He let out a sigh of relief and said, "I've finally lost him."
"Who was that person?" Though Li Yuanzhi was half a person of Jianghu, a legendary figure like Huang Chang was too far away from her. Thus, she didn't know who he was.
"The author of the 'Nine Yin Manual', a super powerful expert," Song Qingshu replied.
Li Yuanzhi's small mouth was wide open. Although she could not even be considered a third-rate martial artist in Jianghu, she had heard of the 'Nine Yin Manual'. She rolled her eyes and giggled as she moved closer to Song QingShu. "Song Dage, is he more powerful than you? It's the first time I've seen you run in such a mess. "
Song Qingshu smiled slightly and didn't take her words seriously. "After all, I'm here for serious business this time. If it gets out of hand, it won't be easy to clean up. What's more, he's the master of a friend of mine. He's so old. If something happens to him, won't my friend fight me to the death?"
Li Yuanzhi snorted with a faint smile. "Brother Song, that friend of yours must be a woman, right? And she must be very beautiful. "
The beautiful and frosty face of the yellow-dressed woman appeared in his mind. Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly and didn't answer. Instead, he changed the topic. "Pack up your things. I'll take you out."
Unexpectedly, Li Yuanzhi shook her head. "No, I'll stay in this Cold Palace. You can pick me up when you leave Lin 'an."
"Why?" Song Qingshu was stunned.
"If I don't stay here, how can I enjoy the frightened expressions of Wu Fei and her daughter?" Li Yuanzhi said with a smile.
"Uh …" Song Qingshu never thought it would be this reason, but it was also in line with her quirky character.
Li Yuanzhi continued to add, "Besides, if I suddenly disappear from the palace and you happen to be in Lin 'an, it's hard to guarantee that no one will suspect you. At that time, Wu Fei and her daughter will also know who molested them tonight."
Song Qingshu thought to himself, "It's obviously you who molested them, okay?" However, he also understood that Li Yuanzhi's worry was not unreasonable. Knowing that she was thinking about him, he couldn't help but feel moved. "But what if someone comes to give you white silk again?"
Li Yuanzhi snorted. "I was just caught off guard before. Now that I'm prepared, how can I fall into such a passive situation? Don't worry. I used to wander in Jianghu, and nothing happened. "
Song Qingshu complained in his heart. Indeed, nothing happened. It was just that he was later caught by Zhang Zhaozhong.
"Well, you put this thing away. If you encounter danger, release the signal, and then I will immediately come to save you." Song Qingshu took out a bamboo tube from his arms and handed it to her. It was made by the Golden Snake Camp for transmitting signals on the battlefield, similar to fireworks.
"Brother Song, you are so kind to me." Li Yuanzhi wrapped a wisp of fragrance and threw herself into his arms, passionately offering a sweet kiss.
After a long time, Li Yuanzhi blushed and pushed him away. She glanced at the changes in his body and hurriedly looked away. "It's almost dawn. If you don't leave now, it will be too late."
Song Qingshu laughed and couldn't help but pinch her face. "Little devil, you also have a time when you are afraid?"
Li Yuanzhi said, "I'm still a little girl. How can I stand you … Go, go …" As she said this, she pressed his back and pushed him out.
"Then you be careful." Song Qingshu kissed her and quickly disappeared into the night sky. Li Yuanzhi stood in front of the window, dazed for a moment.
Song Qingshu returned to the inn. After a night of torment, his body was a bit tired, so he fell asleep. Early the next morning, Han Xingzhou sent someone to deliver a message. First, he apologized for not being able to come in person. After all, this was a critical period. If he came to meet, it would be hard to avoid being talked about. He also told him that he had already communicated with Zhao Gou. However, the specific details still needed the opinions of the civil and military officials in court. Finally, he told him that there would be officials from the Office of the Chamberlain of Dependencies coming to explain some etiquette and things to pay attention to when meeting the Emperor tomorrow.
After Han Xingzhou's envoy left, it didn't take long for the officials from the Office of the Chamberlain of Dependencies to come. They listened to all kinds of red tape, and Song Qingshu's ears grew calluses. He used the excuse that he hadn't eaten yet to order a large table of food and wine. He pulled the officials from the Office of the Chamberlain of Dependencies over to eat and explain. Not long after, they got them drunk.
The subordinates of the officials from the Office of the Chamberlain of Dependencies could only send them to the guest rooms to rest. To avoid being bombarded, Song Qingshu also used the excuse that he was tipsy to return to his own room and pretend to sleep.
Because he hadn't slept for long last night and was woken up in the morning, he was really a bit tired. He had been pretending to sleep, but in the end, he really fell asleep.
He didn't know how long he slept. Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze moved to the window. He saw that the sky outside was already dark. However, this wasn't the reason he woke up.
"Someone actually sent an assassin to deal with me now?" Song Qingshu chuckled, his tone full of ridicule.
Not long after, an inconspicuous window paper was pierced and a copper pipe was inserted. Song Qingshu snorted coldly and flicked his finger. The copper pipe seemed to be hit by a huge force and was suddenly inserted back.
"Ah!" A scream came from outside. Apparently, the copper pipe had pierced through the throat.
Song QingShu extended his hand and made a suction force in the air. The copper pipe immediately flew into his hand. As for the person outside, because the copper pipe was suddenly pulled out, an arrow of blood splattered on the window, and then there was no more sound.
"I'm curious, what kind of poison are you planning to use to deal with me?" Song Qingshu opened the copper pipe and looked at the powder inside. His face instantly darkened.
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