"It sounds so much better if you don't call me 'This Seat'." Song Qingshu beamed at her.
"You can barely be considered a friend now. There's nothing wrong with calling me 'This Seat' in private." Dongfang Muxue rolled her eyes at him. "Don't take it for granted."
"Go on, go on …" Song Qingshu found a rock and sat down. He reclined with his hands behind his back, ready to listen to the drama.
"Speaking of which, the Sun Moon Sect is also a branch of the Ming Dynasty … The first emperor of the Ming Dynasty, as well as many founding officials, were all from the Ming Dynasty. After the Ming Dynasty was established, the emperor was wary of the power of the Ming Dynasty and formulated various policies to suppress them. Many people from the Ming Dynasty returned to the headquarters of the Ming Dynasty — the Kunlun Bright Peak. However, there were still some who didn't want to leave the prosperity of the Central Plains, so they moved to the Black Wood Cliff of Pingding Province. In order to avoid the taboo, they changed their name to the Sun Moon Sect … "Dongfang Muxue waved her finger, and a few embroidery needles shot into the water.
"What are you doing?" Song Qingshu thought there was an enemy. He focused and saw nothing but ripples in the water.
"I'm a little hungry, so I was going to catch a few fish. I didn't expect to miss a single one. Could it be that I'm so useless after being injured?" Dongfang Muxue was in a daze as she stared at her fingers.
Song Qingshu thought for a moment and understood the reason. "It's obvious that you've never caught fish before. Did you shoot the needles directly into the fish's head?"
"Of course. Piercing the head with a needle also alleviates their pain." Dongfang Muxue nodded.
"Because of the water, the head you're aiming for isn't actually where the fish's head is. Why don't you try shooting their tails?" Song Qingshu suddenly felt a sense of superiority in terms of intelligence.
"Why go through so much trouble!" Dongfang Muxue had a nagging feeling that Song Qingshu was up to no good. With a slight flick of her wrist, a few fishes were sucked out of the water with a loud bang. She threw them in front of Song Qingshu. "Go and clean them up. I want to eat grilled fish."
"You really aren't being polite with me. Haven't you heard of this saying? A gentleman stays away from the kitchen in order to avoid the sin of killing," Song QingShu muttered as he looked at the fat fish that were jumping around.
With a flash of cold light, several embroidery needles were shot into the fish's brain. The fish, which was still alive and kicking a moment ago, suddenly stopped moving. "How can a man be so indecisive?" Dongfang Muxue's voice was filled with dissatisfaction. "I killed the fish, alright? Hurry up and get it!"
"I have my own set of standards in my heart." Song Qingshu smiled faintly and did not explain. He took the fish and cut open its belly by the water's edge and washed it. He knew that unless he felt it was necessary, he would rarely trigger his killing intent.
Looking at him with satisfaction, Dongfang Muxue continued to explain, "Because the Sun Moon Sect split from the Ming Sect, the Ming Sect of the Radiance Summit always calls itself the main sect, while the Sun Moon Sect thinks that the Ming Sect doesn't have the right to meddle in their internal affairs. For the past two hundred years, the conflict between the two sects has escalated.
It's never broken. "
"The Ming Dynasty has always wanted to gain direct control of the Sun Moon Sect, but after a hundred years of development, the Sun Moon Sect has long become a sect that is no less powerful than the Ming Dynasty. Coupled with the selfishness of the successive sect masters, they are naturally unwilling to merge with the Ming Dynasty … Now that Zhang Wuji has appeared at Blackwood Cliff, it seems that Ren Woxing has already reached an agreement with him. In order to regain the position of sect master, he actually betrayed the Sun Moon Sect. Very good indeed …" Dongfang Muxue laughed coldly. It was obvious that she was extremely dissatisfied that Ren Woxing had found an outsider to meddle in their affairs.
Song Qingshu used a wooden stick to skewer the fish and carefully roasted it over the fire. He kept turning it so that the flames would occasionally lick the fish and prevent it from being burned. Watching the fish's skin gradually turn golden, Song Qingshu secretly gulped and asked in confusion, "Zhang Wuji has hundreds of thousands of followers, and they are currently fighting against the Mongols and the Hui Tribe in the Western Region for years. How could he have the mood to attack a sect in the pugilistic world?"
"A sect in the pugilistic world?" Dongfang Muxue sneered, "You're underestimating the power of the Sun Moon Sect. There are countless small sects and clans under the sect, and they have disciples all over the world. They come from all religions and schools, and there's nothing they don't cover. In terms of information control in the world, even the Beggar Sect, after its split, is far inferior to the Sun Moon Sect. Moreover, as long as I want to, I can gather a hundred thousand elite soldiers at Blackwood Cliff in a short period of time with a wave of my arm …"
"So awesome?" Song Qingshu was stunned, and a faint burnt smell wafted into his nose. It turned out that he was so engrossed in listening that he forgot to turn the roasted fish. He hurriedly took it down and handed it to Dongfang Muxue.
Dongfang Muxue looked at the charred fish skin in disgust. She used her fingertips to tear open the carbonized side and picked up the tender fish inside. She immediately frowned and said, "It's a little fishy, and there's no taste of salt …"
"Do you think this is your Hall of Accomplishment? Just put up with it." Song Qingshu picked up another fish and continued roasting it. "When do you plan to return to Blackwood Cliff? Count me in when the time comes, I'll help you … "
"At the end of the day, isn't it because Zhang Wuji is giving you too much pressure?" Hearing his words, the lines on Dongfang Muxue's face softened a lot, but her tone was still extremely harsh. "If I think about it, it makes sense. If I were Zhou Zhiruo, and on one side was a man who commanded thousands of troops and horses, and on the other side was just a lackey of the imperial court with mediocre martial arts, I would naturally choose the former without hesitation. Not to mention that the man was my lover in the past …"
"Don't expose people's shortcomings, and don't hit people in the face. That's enough." Song Qingshu looked at her gloomily.
"What can you do to me even if I want to continue?" Dongfang Muxue had a smug expression on her face as she looked at him playfully. "Bite me?"
"Auntie can tolerate it, but uncle can't either!" Song Qingshu threw away the fish in his hand and pounced over. He pressed down on Dongfang Muxue's shoulders, and under her startled gaze, he lightly bit her fair and translucent face.
Dongfang Muxue finally reacted. Her face instantly flushed red, and she lifted her leg and kicked Song Qingshu ten feet away. She stood up and glared at him with a murderous gaze.
Her chest rose and fell unsteadily as she stared at him with a murderous gaze.
Song Qingshu slowly climbed up from the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. He wiped the corner of his mouth lightly, unable to conceal the smile on his face. "I've never heard such a request in my entire life. Since that's the case, how can I not satisfy you?"
"How are you?" Seeing the blood trickling down the corner of Song Qingshu's mouth, Dongfang Muxue felt slightly regretful. She had not held back with that kick earlier. If not for the fact that she was heavily injured today, that kick would have killed Song Qingshu long ago …
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