"Did you know me before?" Song Qingshu asked with a smile.
The young girl looked him up and down, then said with some surprise, "I've seen you a few times, but you're different now."
"What's different?" Song Qingshu asked curiously.
The young girl shook her head. "I can't say. Perhaps it's mainly your temperament. The impression you give people is completely different."
Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. He had changed so much that even Song YuanQiao wouldn't dare to recognize him after not seeing him for a few years. Dispelling these thoughts from his mind, he came back to his senses and asked, "Right, what's your name?"
The young girl smiled. "I'm not telling you."
Song Qingshu was speechless. "Isn't this too unfair? We were just pretending to be husband and wife in front of others, and now you're not even acknowledging me? What if Yang An 'er asks me about you in the future and I don't even know your name? Wouldn't that be publicly saying that I'm lying to him? Then I'll attract a powerful enemy out of nowhere. "
The young girl hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she didn't say it. "With my current situation … there's no benefit in knowing my name. It'll only bring you trouble."
Song Qingshu smiled. "Actually, even if you don't say it, I know who you are."
"Really?" The young girl had a suspicious look on her face. "Then who do you think I am?"
Song QingShu smiled and said, "You are my long-lost daughter."
The young girl was stunned at first. After confirming that she hadn't heard wrong, she couldn't help but become angry. "You … what nonsense are you talking about?!"
Song Qingshu was also a bit depressed. "Are you Xiao Zhao?"
The young girl opened her mouth in surprise. "I didn't expect you to recognize me."
"Then you're my daughter. There's no mistaking it." Song Qingshu's expression was as if he had expected it.
Even through the veil, one could see that Xiao Zhao's face was flushed red. It was obvious that she was very angry at this time, but her gentle personality prevented her from speaking ill of him. "Young Master Song, please behave yourself. This kind of joke is not funny."
In fact, Song QingShu really wanted to see how Xiao Zhao, who had always been considerate and gentle, would look like when she was angry. However, in the end, he gave up on the idea of continuing to tease her. He took out a small and exquisite golden flower and said, "Look at this."
When Xiao Zhao's angry eyes saw the golden flower, they instantly turned into shock. She snatched it away and looked at it carefully, "This is the token of love that my father gave to my mother. Why is it with you?"
Song QingShu was taken aback. He never expected that Han Qianye would be the one to give it to Taitish. Taitish had given it to him because she was worried that he would bump into Xiao Zhao on the road. Back then, he was complaining about how could it be so coincidental to bump into her so quickly.
"Of course, it's a gift from your mother." Song Qingshu reached out and took the golden flower back.
Xiao Zhao was shocked. Han Qianye waved his hand casually. In the blink of an eye, the golden flower in her hand disappeared without a trace. She didn't even see Han Qianye's move.
Her martial arts weren't weak to begin with. After becoming the Persian Cult's leader, she was even more qualified to learn the cult's profound martial arts. Later on, she received enlightenment from some of the cult's elders. Her internal energy was comparable to an expert who had been famous for decades. In addition, she had memorized the Heaven and Earth Great Shift in the secret passage of the Bright Summit. Although she couldn't cultivate it to the seventh layer like Zhang Wuji, she was still able to reach the third layer.
The Heaven and Earth Great Shift was extremely difficult to cultivate. The cultivation of the first two layers would take at least seven to fourteen years. If there was no progress after cultivating for twenty-one years, the third layer should not be cultivated.
Back then, the previous leader of the Ming Dynasty, Yang Dingtian, was only able to cultivate to the third layer. He had only broken through to the fourth layer before his death. This was also why no one was able to cultivate to the seventh layer and resurrect Venerated Ming for the past one thousand years.
As for Zhang Wuji, it was all because of the assistance of the Nine Yang Divine Art. He had been cultivating the Nine Yang Divine Art in the valley for five years without any distractions. Later on, he relied on Monk Shuo Bude's Qiankun Bag to achieve phenomenal success, which was why he was able to reach the seventh layer in just half a day.
Even so, it was because of the main character's cheat. Otherwise, why would Yang Dingtian be able to use the third layer of the Heaven and Earth Great Shift and crush Cheng Kun like a chicken? He even made San Du sit in meditation for thirty years to think of a countermeasure. In the end, Zhang Wuji relied on the Nine Yang Divine Art, the seventh layer of the Heaven and Earth Great Shift, the Taiji Fist Sword, and the Saint Flame Order to defeat Cheng Kun and San Du. It wasn't that easy.
Xiao Zhao was able to cultivate to the third layer, apart from her innate talent and intelligence, it was also because of the internal energy that the elders of the sect had imbued into her. But this also brought about the same problem as Zhang Wuji, which had an unstable foundation. Right now, her martial arts were obviously not inferior to Yang An 'er, but she was being restrained by the opponent's spear. Had it not been for Song Qingshu, who happened to pass by, she might have been captured and made into a wife.
"Impossible. This is my mother's most cherished possession. How can she give it to you?" Xiao Zhao regained her senses and spoke quickly.
Song Qingshu kept the golden flower again. "Your mother and I are good friends. She wanted me to be your godfather, but she was afraid that she wouldn't be around the next time she met you. So, she gave this to me as a keepsake."
After considering for a moment, he gave an ambiguous description of his relationship with Taitish. If he were to speak the truth, it would put Taitish in an awkward position. Furthermore, Xiao Zhao must have a lot of respect for her father, Han Qianye. There was no need for him to give her any rebellious thoughts right from the start.
After listening to his explanation, Xiao Zhao reluctantly felt relieved. But when she suddenly recalled the word "godfather," her face instantly turned red. "How can I do that? You are not much older than me."
"What do you mean by not much older?" Song Qingshu sized her up. "You are only sixteen or seventeen years old, but I am already over thirty. I am almost twice your age."
After saying that, he cursed in his heart. In the original work, Song Qingshu appeared at the age of twenty-seven or twenty-eight. In ancient times, he would be considered old. Yet, at such an old age, he had yet to marry and have children. Instead, he was painstakingly pursuing a young lady like Zhou Zhiruo.
"You are only ten years older." Xiao Zhao curled her lips. In other words, the gap between them wasn't that big.
"In this world, a teenager is old enough to be a father." Song Qingshu suddenly smiled strangely. "My good daughter, call me godfather."
"I don't want to." Xiao Zhao rejected without a second thought. When she saw the keepsake, she was already half convinced. After all, it was her mother's personal possession. It was impossible for an outsider to obtain it. However, she couldn't understand why her mother would want her to recognize this man who wasn't much older than her as a godfather.
"Why are you so disobedient?" Song Qingshu snorted. "Do you believe that your father won't punish you?"
"Bah, bah, bah, you are so young, yet you call me father." Xiao Zhao hurriedly distanced herself from him. "Wait until I see my mother. Who knows if you used some trick to trick her into giving you the keepsake."
"It's fine if you don't recognize me for the time being. At least let me see what you look like. Otherwise, when I meet your mother, I don't know what your daughter looks like." Song Qingshu said with a smile.
"Don't call me daughter." There was a hint of anger in Xiao Zhao's tone. "The reason why I cover my face is because I don't want my whereabouts to be exposed."
She was a mixed-race child. Although the characteristics of the Western Regions had faded from her appearance, it couldn't be hidden from the eyes of those who were observant. Now that she was hiding from the cult's killers, she naturally had to be careful.
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