Hearing the loneliness in Jiu Mozhi's voice, Song Qingshu was worried that his friend would not be able to recover from this setback. He comforted him, "Don't be discouraged, Wisdom King. She is not a little girl. She is the Master of the Vulture Palace in the Misty Peak. She is known as the Heaven Mountain Tonglao who kills without a second move. There is no shame in losing to her."
"Heaven Mountain Tonglao?" Jiu Mozhi was shocked. He had heard of this master before, but when he looked at the little girl in front of him, who looked like she was about 10 years old, it was hard for him to connect the two together.
"Humph!" Heaven Mountain Tonglao didn't like to be looked at like this. She turned around and left him looking at her back.
Song QingShu continued, "Furthermore, Wisdom King, due to the lack of information, you underestimated him from the start. You didn't use your trump card when you attacked. If you had used the Flaming Saber Technique, it would have been hard to say who would have won.
He was not flattering Jiu Mozhi. In the original book, Jiu Mozhi was defeated by Xuzhu because he wanted to use the 72 Ultimate Skills to humiliate the Shaolin Temple. Unfortunately, Xuzhu also knew the Minor Non-Phase Method, and he practiced it more thoroughly than Jiu Mozhi. As a result, Jiu Mozhi's fake 72 Ultimate Skills were suppressed. When he was forced to use the Minor Non-Phase Method, one of his hands was grabbed by Xuzhu. Coincidentally, the Flame Saber needed both hands to be used, so his strength was greatly reduced. That was why Jiu Mozhi lost to Xuzhu. If it was a real fight, Xuzhu would have died.
Hearing this, Jiu Mozhi's frustration faded a little. He knew that Wang Ming was trying to save his face, so he was grateful.
At this time, Heaven Mountain Tonglao couldn't help but snort, "If I had recovered 60 to 70 percent of my strength, I wouldn't have needed so many moves to subdue him."
Song QingShu smiled faintly. She had already recovered about seventy to eighty percent of her strength, but he knew that she was proud and arrogant, so he did not argue with her. Considering the strength of the two, even if Jiu Mozhi used the Flame Saber, he might not be able to gain the upper hand. However, it would not be easy for Heaven Mountain Tonglao to win.
Jiu Mozhi was a martial arts addict. He put his palms together and bowed. "When you recover all your strength, I will ask you again."
Hearing his respectful tone, Heaven Mountain Tonglao felt a little better.
Seeing that it was almost time to rest, Song QingShu asked everyone to leave together. After knowing the identity of Heavenly Mountain Tonglao, Jiu Mozhi regained his fighting spirit and volunteered to go with them.
Along the way, Jiu Mozhi kept asking Heavenly Mountain Tonglao some questions about martial arts. Although Heavenly Mountain Tonglao was annoyed, she had suffered a lot from Song QingShu. Therefore, she enjoyed the feeling of being an elder, so she still patiently answered his questions.
After traveling for half a day, Li Qinglu suddenly said, "Meng Lang, can we rest for a while? We know martial arts, of course it's okay to travel like this, but Yu Yan's body is delicate. I'm afraid she can't stand the jolting of a horse." She didn't know this cousin, but they looked similar. Plus, they were related by blood. So, Li Qinglu wanted to take care of Wang Yuyan.
Song QingShu turned around and saw Wang Yuyan's haggard expression. She must have been putting up a front all this way. He nodded and said, "Alright, there's a market up ahead. Let's stop there." This place wasn't too far away from Mount Zhonggu in the Song Province, so they didn't have to travel as quickly as before.
Soon, they found a tavern. When they got off the horse, Wang Yuyan almost fell. Luckily, Li Qinglu caught her and asked, "What's wrong?"
"No … nothing." Wang Yuyan covered her thigh with her hand. She blushed. How could she say that she was hurt in front of another man?
However, a veteran like Song QingShu naturally understood what was going on. Li Qiushui and Heavenly Mountain Tonglao were highly skilled in martial arts, and Jiu Mozhi was also someone who had traveled through mountains and rivers. Li Qinglu grew up in the Western Xia, so she had a lot of experience riding horses. Only Wang Yuyan, a daughter of a wealthy family who rarely left her house, had never ridden a horse before. Although it was not to the extent that she had never ridden a horse before, she definitely had not ridden such a long journey before.
Song Qingshu suddenly remembered that some girls often said that they broke their membranes when they rode a bicycle when they were young. Compared to a bicycle, a saddle was harder and bumpy, so it was not easier …
"Pooh, pooh, pooh. What on earth is going on in my head?" Song Qingshu despised himself.
"Brother Song, what are you doing?" At this moment, Wang Yuyan happened to be passing by him. Seeing him mumbling to himself, she could not help but ask curiously. She had known Song QingShu for a very long time. In the beginning, she had helped him, and after that, Song QingShu had helped her multiple times. The two of them could be considered to be old acquaintances, so it was natural for her to call him 'Big Brother'.
"Nothing." Song Qingshu blushed. "Let's go inside and eat something and rest."
The owner of the hotel saw that the man was handsome and the woman was incomparably beautiful. Moreover, there were more than a dozen tall horses. Naturally, he knew that they were rich guests. He immediately ordered the waiter to bring the horses to the stable and feed them. Then, he personally welcomed them in and arranged for them to sit in a private room by the window.
"What does the Wisdom King like to eat?" Song Qingshu could order for the other girls, but Jiu Mozhi was a monk, so he didn't know what he was afraid of.
"A plate of vegetables and two steamed buns will do." Jiu Mozhi put his palms together and smiled. He looked like Kasyapa.
Song Qingshu saw that his tone was normal and couldn't be faked. He couldn't help but admire him. He was from the Tantric Buddhism, which didn't have as many taboos as the Zen Buddhism in the Central Plains. He still kept fasting. In many ways, he was indeed a respectable monk.
"Give this master a few exquisite vegetarian dishes and a pot of good tea." Song Qingshu obviously wouldn't let him eat the vegetables and steamed buns.
Jiu Mozhi nodded slightly. "Thank you, Brother Song." He didn't refuse. It was obvious that other than his obsession with martial arts, his mind had reached a state of tranquility.
Just then, another group of people came into the tavern. The waiter couldn't help but ask, "What day is it today? Why are there so many masters?"
Song QingShu and the others looked over curiously. Right at that moment, a surprised voice suddenly rang out from the doorway. "Miss Wang!" Then, a misty figure rushed towards Wang Yuyan.
Jiu Mozhi frowned. In his opinion, Wang Yuyan was close to Song Qingshu. She might be his future sister-in-law. How could he let another man get close to her? He waved his hand and a flaming knife slashed towards the figure.
The figure twisted at an inconceivable angle, narrowly dodging the saber. However, this time, he could no longer stop his momentum, and he directly rammed into Wang Yuyan. "Miss Wang, get out of the way!"
But Wang Yuyan didn't know martial arts. How could she dodge?
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