"Patriarch, you're done with your business so quickly?" Song Qingshu asked in surprise, recognizing that the man was Patriarch Sunflower.
"Last time, the Red Flower Society colluded with the Southern Shaolin Temple to trick me out. It was all thanks to you that the young emperor was saved." Patriarch Sunflower spoke as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. For someone like him who had lived for hundreds of years, there really wasn't much that could move him.
Song Qingshu remembered that Patriarch Sunflower had said that the reason he was protecting Kangxi was because of the Aura of the Pureblooded Dragon in Kangxi's body, which would help him cultivate the Sunflower Manual. "Patriarch, there's something I don't quite understand. You need the Aura of the Pureblooded Dragon, and Temujin has it. Why don't you go to him?"
"Genghis Khan is a good man, but his desire to conquer is too strong. He's always fighting on horseback. I'm old and tired, and I really don't want to follow him around. Among the remaining emperors, the Qi of the other emperors is full of decay. Only Kangxi's is thriving. Plus, I'm used to life in the Forbidden City, so I don't want to change places. " Patriarch Sunflower explained slowly. His voice was as sharp and unpleasant as fingernails scratching glass. Song Qingshu frowned.
"What do you want from me, Patriarch?" Song Qingshu knew that Patriarch Sunflower had always lived in the shadows like a ghost. He wouldn't show himself unless there was something important.
"Kid, you know that I'm quite proficient in the art of aura observation. Just now, in the imperial study, I saw a black aura gathering above your head. I assume you're going to face a great calamity soon. Since we've known each other for a long time, I'll give you a kind reminder. Take care." Patriarch Sunflower laughed dryly, then quickly turned and disappeared.
"Benefactor, your glabella is dark. You're going to face a bloody calamity soon …" Song Qingshu seemed to hear the words of those swindlers on the streets in his previous life. "If you're really that capable, why didn't you predict Kangxi's assassination last time?" Song Qingshu shook his head, not taking Patriarch Sunflower's words to heart.
After leaving the Imperial Palace, Song Qingshu wanted to go to the Viscount Mansion to see Shuang 'er. However, he was worried that the other party was too thin-skinned and wouldn't know what to say when they met. Thus, he decided to go straight out of the city and rush to Blackwood Cliff to let time dilute the awkwardness between the two of them.
Two days later, Song Qingshu came to a place about forty miles northwest of Pingding Province. The rocks were as red as blood, and there was a long beach with rapid water currents. After asking the local residents, he learned that this place was called Xixi Beach, and that it wasn't far from Blackwood Cliff.
Heading further north, Song Qingshu soon saw the mountain gate of Sun Moon Sect in the distance. The stone walls on both sides were like walls, and there was only a stone path about five feet wide in the middle. Along the way, the Sun Moon Sect was heavily guarded. Song Qingshu leisurely urged his horse forward.
"Who dares to break into Sun Moon Sect's main altar!" The guards quickly noticed Song Qingshu and quickly stopped him with a knife in hand.
"Please inform your Sect Leader Dongfang that her friend Song Qingshu wishes to see her." Song Qingshu jumped off his horse and cupped his hands at them.
"Song Qingshu? Chapter 153: Aerodynamics in the River Crossing on a Reed
Never heard of him. "The guards discussed among themselves for a while, then looked at him with an unfriendly expression." You said he's Sect Leader Dongfang's friend? "
"Yes!" Although Song Qingshu noticed that it was inappropriate, he still answered.
The guards all thought: The Sect Leader's friends can be counted on one hand. Which of the elders on the mountain don't know? This person dares to pretend to be the Sect Leader's friend. If the news gets out, and the people on the mountain investigate, we won't be able to keep our lives. They looked at each other, then uniformly swung their knives and slashed at Song Qingshu.
Song QingShu had long been prepared for this. With a Cloud Ladder, he leaped over their heads and raised his head to take a look at the mountain. All he could see was clouds and mist lingering around him, he couldn't see anything clearly. He was bewildered, "Could it be that Ren Woxing and the others had arrived a step earlier and had already taken control of the Blackwood Cliff? No, I have to go up and see. "
Worried about Dongfang Bubai's life and death, Song Qingshu used his lightness skill and rushed up the mountain.
The Sun Moon Sect's headquarter was heavily guarded, and the path up the mountain was even more so. It was basically impossible for an ordinary person to force their way up the mountain path that was about five feet tall. However, Song Qingshu's lightness skill was too high. With the Traceless Sand Step, the guards only felt a breeze and lost sight of the enemy in front of them. Their knives and swords slashed at thin air.
When there was really no way to avoid, Song Qingshu used the Cloud Ladder to step on both sides of the mountain wall and jump over the guards' heads. After a while, he actually forcibly broke through the first line of defense of Blackwood Cliff.
After crossing three mountain paths, he came to a lake. There was a vast expanse of blue water and steam rising from it. The few ferries by the lake had already received the news and all rowed to the center of the lake. The people on the boats all pulled out their knives and were on guard.
Sensing that the pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer, Song Qingshu smiled. "In the past, there was a miracle of Dharma crossing the river on a reed. Today, I'm not talented, so I'll follow the example of a wise man." He pulled out his wooden sword and used his vital Qi to send it across the lake. The wooden sword shot out like a sharp arrow. Song Qingshu kicked his feet and used his lightness skill to chase after it. He stepped on the surface of the water a few times and stepped on the wooden sword. One man and one sword, like the wind breaking through the waves, flew across the lake, leaving behind only the horrified people behind.
"Sun Tzu's Art of War says, 'The disease of stirring water, as for floating stones, it's momentum.'" Stepping on the opposite side, Song Qingshu finally understood why Feng Qingyang could fly on a sword on a full moon night. It was the same reason why a stone could float on the surface of the water. The key was speed. However, this method could only be used for short distances. If he wanted to fly on a sword and travel around the world, it would be impossible.
Thinking back to when he stepped on the surface of the water with the tip of his foot and felt the gentle force from the surface of the water, Song Qingshu seemed to have understood something. "Legend has it that during the Republic of China, there was a martial arts master who could walk on water with his feet above his knees. He had great inner strength and peerless lightness skills, so why did he have to rely on speed to float on the surface of the water? Could it be that he didn't make good use of the power of the water … Since the power of the water can be used, then if he could make full use of the wind in the air, it wouldn't be impossible to fly on a sword … "
Seeing that he had already left his pursuers far behind, Song QingShu continued to move forward, deep in thought. He didn't think too much about it.
After a while, he came across an iron gate. The guard stepped forward and shouted, "Password!"
Song Qingshu groaned inwardly. How would he know what the password was? It seemed like he could only force his way through. Desperate, he casually replied, "Scholarly and martial."
Unexpectedly, the guard heaved a sigh of relief and replied, "Benevolent and wise."
"What a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse." Song Qingshu didn't expect to guess this correctly. His face was full of joy. "That damned eunuch even said that my glabella is black. This is obviously a lucky star shining on me. I've hit the jackpot."
"Where's your waist tag?" Before he could finish his joy, the guard stretched out his hand in front of him.
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