Song Qingshu hesitated, but in the end, he didn't show himself to meet Li Qinglu, choosing to follow Li Yanzong instead. After all, Yelu Nanxian, Mu Wanqing, and the others were still at Jie Tan Temple, if Li Yanzong discovered anything, it would be troublesome.
Although Yelu Nanxian's martial arts allowed her to protect herself, he didn't want to take any risks.
After Li Yanzong left the palace, he quickly reverted to Murong Fu's appearance. Obviously, he knew the risk this time was high and didn't want his hard-earned identity to be exposed.
Along the way, he was very careful, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes circling around to make sure no one noticed him. But for some reason, even though he confirmed several times that there was no one behind him, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being followed.
Far behind him, Song Qingshu secretly frowned, he believed that with Murong Fu's martial arts, he wouldn't be able to discover him in his current state. Yet, he seemed to have a feeling that he was being followed, it seemed like the sixth sense was really amazing.
After a moment of hesitation, he decided not to follow him anymore to avoid any unforeseen events. Since he knew his destination was Jie Tan Temple, he'd just wait for him there.
Having made up his mind, he used his qinggong to rush towards Jie Tan Temple. His qinggong was far superior to Murong Fu's, allowing him to reach his destination ahead of time. First, he briefly explained the situation to Yelu Nanxian and Mu Wanqing. When they heard about Li Qinglu's plan, they were all amazed.
"She really is a heroine." Yelu Nanxian had fought with her before and originally held some grudges, but now that she was able to think of a way to fight back in this desperate situation, she couldn't help but admire her.
"Brother Song, what do you plan to do next? Help Li Qinglu or …" Mu Wanqing originally wanted to say help Li Qinglu or Li Liangzuo, but when she remembered her engagement, she immediately understood, how could she help Li Liangzuo?
"Of course I'll help Li Qinglu, but I need to learn from last time's lesson, I can't let Murong Fu take advantage of me." Song Qingshu had a strange look in his eyes, pulling the two girls over, he roughly explained his plan.
After listening, the two girls were surprised, "Although it's hard to believe, with your abilities, it's a good plan."
The two girls looked at each other and smiled, "Although it's hard to believe, with your abilities, it's a good plan."
The two girls looked at each other and smiled, "Don't worry, we'll take care of ourselves.
Song Qingshu nodded and pulled Mu Wanqing along to look for Mu Gaofeng. With her directions, it didn't take them long to find their target.
Mu Gaofeng obviously did not expect that his niece would bring a young man to find him. Just as he was about to ask about the other party's identity, Mu Wanqing had already asked a series of questions in rapid succession.
Although Mu Gaofeng had a bad reputation in Jianghu, he still doted on his niece. He subconsciously answered her question, "I met Duanmu Yuan a few days ago. He said that he had something big planned and invited me to help him. However, before I could leave, something happened to your father and the others, and we've been put under house arrest here."
"Did you agree on a place to meet?" Mu's mother asked.
"I think it's Lone Dragon Peak, a hundred miles west of Lingzhou City." Gao.
Mu's mother gave Song Qingshu a look, then pulled Gao Feng to the back garden of Jietan Temple. Now that she was the future Empress, who would dare to stop her?
After the two of them left, Song QingShu quickly took action. He rummaged through Mu Gaofeng's clothes and quickly began to disguise himself. All the steps could be said to be extremely fast. Soon, a brand-new Mu Gaofeng appeared in the mirror!
Of course, because there was too little time, the completion rate of this disguise could not be compared to before. There were still many flaws, and people familiar with him could easily see that there was a problem. However, Murong Fu and Mu Gaofeng had only met once in a restaurant in Jiangnan, so they were definitely not among the people who could see through it.
Not long after he finished, Murong Fu's voice came from outside the window, "Northern Ming Camel, Gao Feng. Is Mister Mu inside?" Originally, with his lightness skill, even if he was not as good as Song Qingshu, the difference would not be so exaggerated. The main reason was that he was too paranoid. After taking a few detours and confirming that there was no one following him, he hurried to Jietan Temple, giving Song Qingshu time to prepare.
Song Qingshu coughed twice and imitated Gao Feng's voice, saying, "Which scoundrel is hiding in the shadows!"
When Murong Fu heard the word "scoundrel", he was secretly angry. However, now that he needed the other party's help, it was not good for him to lose his temper. He could only suppress his temper, "I am Gusu's Murong Fu. Greetings, Mister Mu."
"Huh?" Song Qingshu deliberately pretended to be shocked, but he was secretly laughing in his heart. He walked over and opened the door, "So it really is Prince Murong."
Murong Fu was startled. Only then did he remember that the two of them had met once in Jiangnan. He could not help but laugh, "Mister Mu is still as graceful as ever."
Song Qingshu imitated Gao Feng's voice and laughed, "Prince Murong, you are talking nonsense. How can an old hunchback like me be graceful?" This was also what made him the most depressed. Normally, there would be a problem with changing one's appearance. However, this was not a problem for him. With his current skills, he could learn any bone-shrinking skill without a teacher. However, in the past, there was not much difference. Unlike Gao Feng, who was short and hunchbacked, it was really difficult to learn.
Even if he tried his best to change his body shape, it was difficult for him to be as thin as Gao Feng. He could only deliberately bend his waist and stuff a small basin on his back to act like a hunchback. Only then could he barely conform to the other's physiological characteristics. However, it was extremely uncomfortable to keep his back bent like this.
"I wonder why Prince Murong is looking for me?" Song Qingshu asked even though he already knew the answer.
Murong Fu originally thought that this Mu Gaofeng was too ignorant. Even though he was a prisoner, he still dared to be so rude to him. Now that he heard Mu Gaofeng ask about the main topic, he did not have the time to be angry. He roughly explained the purpose of his visit.
Song Qingshu hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, no, Tianshan Tonglao's martial arts are unfathomable. She never needs to use a second move to kill people. Are you tired of living to get involved in this mess?" He was worried that Murong Fu would notice something wrong, so he deliberately declined.
Murong Fu hurriedly said, "Tianshan Tonglao is no longer the Tonglao she used to be. The martial arts she practices will rejuvenate every thirty years. Each time, her martial arts will dissipate. This is when she is at her weakest."
"Really?" Song Qingshu pretended to be overjoyed.
Murong Fu snorted and said, "My Murong family is somewhat famous in the martial arts world. If we want to pay her back in her own coin, we must first be well-versed in all kinds of martial arts. Naturally, we know the flaws of her martial arts." Although he said so, he was a little embarrassed in his heart. After all, he had never heard of the Eight Desolations and Six Directions Martial Arts. Perhaps only Cousin Wang would know.
Naturally, Song Qingshu knew that he was boasting, but he cooperated and said, "I naturally trust the Murong family's golden name. No wonder Duanmu Yuan mentioned that he was planning something big."
"Oh, really?" Murong Fu was overjoyed.
Song Qingshu nodded and said, "He also invited me to a certain place to help. Unfortunately, when I was about to leave, the Mu family was in trouble."
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