Hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo's face turned cold. At the Lion Slaying Convention, she had used the martial arts of the Nine Yin Manual to defeat all the heroes and obtain the title of "Number One in the World", which was very awe-inspiring. In the end, this woman suddenly appeared and used the same martial arts to defeat her in front of the heroes of the world.
The higher one was praised at the beginning, the worse one would fall later. However, at that time, Zhou Zhiruo's attention was quickly distracted by Song Qingshu's matter. She had been chasing him all over the world, so she had no time to pay attention to the grudge between her and the yellow-robed woman.
However, she still brooded over the crushing defeat that year. Now that she saw the other party, old and new hatred surged in her heart, and she could not help but stab the other party.
Unexpectedly, the other party's counterattack was also sharp. Zhou Zhiruo was secretly angry, but on the surface, she was very calm. "As the saying goes, a scholar who has been away for three days must be looked at in a new light. At that time, I was only attacked by you and accidentally fell into your trap. Now that we fight again, it is not certain who will win."
At the Lion Slaughtering Convention, the yellow-robed woman did attack, but the main reason was that she understood the martial arts of the Nine Yin Manual too well. On the other hand, Zhou Zhiruo had learned the accelerated method, so she was naturally restrained by the complete version. At that time, she was still inexperienced, and suddenly encountered such a situation and panicked, so she was defeated so easily.
In the past two or three years, she had concentrated on practicing the Nine Yin Manual, and was no longer the same as before. With Song Qingshu's occasional guidance, even the shortcomings of her internal energy had grown a lot because of her dual cultivation with her lover. Now, she was naturally not afraid of the yellow-robed woman.
"Is that so? Then I will have to experience your skills." The yellow-robed woman had a disdainful smile on her lips. Obviously, she did not think that the other party's closed door practice of the Nine Yin Manual could compare to her, the last disciple of Huang Shang.
Zhou Zhiruo raised her eyebrows and was about to attack, but Song Qingshu hurriedly blocked in front of her. "What are you all doing? Do you want to be laughed at by so many people?" They were still collecting Xia Quan's subordinates, so it would be improper for them to fight at this time.
Although he didn't think that Zhou Zhiruo would lose, the yellow-robed woman's martial arts were not to be underestimated. If there was an accident, it would be a devastating blow to her prestige. It should be known that Zhou Zhiruo was no longer the leader of Jianghu, but she was also the leader of Yangzhou.
Zhou Zhiruo clearly understood the meaning of his words. She knew that it was not wise to start a fight at this time, so she could only snort and stop talking.
Song Qingshu turned to the yellow-robed woman and said, "Miss Yang, every time I see you, you always look aloof and detached, why are you like this today …" In the end, he did not say the word 'lose composure'.
The yellow-robed woman also realized that she was acting a bit strange today, but she wasn't willing to admit defeat and say anything. She faintly said, "There are always a few days a month when a woman's temper isn't too good."
Song Qingshu had a strange expression on his face as he wondered if she was having her period.
The yellow-robed woman's hair stood on end under his stare. She was slightly annoyed. I only said a few words about your wife, is there a need to look at me like that?
After that, Yang Miaozhen and Zhou Zhiruo began to organize their subordinates to accept the surrender. Everyone had a lot to do, but Song Qingshu and the yellow-robed woman had nothing to do.
The yellow-robed woman felt a bit awkward under his stare. She said, "The situation here has been settled. When do you plan to leave?" She had come to save the Yang family's bloodline. Now that the threat around Yang Miaozhen had been eliminated and the Red Coat Army had been preserved, it had far exceeded her initial expectations. Naturally, she began to think about the Emperor.
"Wait for two days." Song Qingshu casually replied.
The yellow-robed woman frowned and said, "We've already wasted a lot of time here. I'm worried that we'll miss the trip to Wudang."
Song Qingshu smiled and said, "It wasn't easy for me to reunite with my wife. I can't be like Yu the Great, passing by three times without entering, can I?"
The yellow-robed woman calmly replied, "If the Prince of Qi wishes to reunite with his wife, as an outsider, I naturally would not dare to obstruct him. However, I do not have the Prince of Qi's good attitude. I dare not delay any longer and will take my leave here."
Hearing her suddenly change the way she addressed him, Song Qingshu wondered what was wrong with her today. "Hey, although your martial arts are not bad, if something really happens there, it will definitely be earth-shattering. I'm afraid that even with your martial arts, you won't be able to participate."
The yellow-robed woman's figure paused. She thought about how even her unfathomable master was uncertain about this trip. Before leaving, he had repeatedly urged her to bring Song Qingshu to Wudang. If she were to return alone, how could she be worthy of his years of nurturing?
"All right, I'll wait for you." The yellow-robed woman changed her mind.
"Why do these words sound so ambiguous? Could it be that this young lady has designs on a married man?" At some point in time, Zhou Zhiruo had returned and happened to hear these words. Immediately, she felt somewhat dissatisfied. That vixen Zhao Min was one thing, but now even a woman wanted a share of the spoils?
Thinking about how she had gained more and more sisters over the years, Zhou Zhiruo's complexion turned somewhat ugly. She thought that the old days were better. Although at that time, Qingshu did not have much ability, he was still wholeheartedly devoted to her. However, she quickly changed her mind. If it was the old Qingshu, she probably would not have liked him.
The yellow-robed woman's face reddened and she reflexively retorted, "A married man? I don't know who Sect Master Zhou is talking about. Oh, I almost forgot. The last time I saw Sect Master Zhou, you seemed to be exchanging flirtatious glances with the Ming Dynasty's Great Cult Master Zhang. Why are you so intimate with the Prince of Qi now? "
Hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo sneered. "Back then, Your Excellency also had an unclear relationship with Zhang Wuji. Now, you are circling around my husband's side. Is this how the fairy praised by the jianghu should behave?"
Song Qingshu had a strange expression on his face. These two must be innately incompatible. Why did they oppose each other so fiercely the moment they met? Previously, she and Zhao Min were probably just like this.
The yellow-robed woman was furious. "I have only met Zhang Jiaozhu twice. How is there an unclear relationship?"
Zhou Zhiruo had a strange expression on her face. "Why are you in such a hurry to explain? Could it be that you really have designs on my husband?"
To the side, Song Qingshu looked down and did not say a word to avoid drawing fire to himself.
He originally thought that the yellow-robed woman would fly into a rage out of humiliation. Unexpectedly, she suddenly smiled sweetly. "So what if it is?"
Zhou Zhiruo did not expect such a reply. Before she could get angry, the yellow-robed woman spoke again. "Sect Master Zhou, why don't we make a bet?"
"What bet?" Zhou Zhiruo raised her eyebrows.
"Tonight, at the third watch period, we'll find a place with no one around. If you win, I'll immediately disappear. If I win, I'll lend your fu … your man to me for a few days." For some reason, the yellow-robed woman changed the way she addressed her and immediately felt much better.
Zhou Zhiruo frowned. "Why do you want to lend him?"
"Sect Master Zhou doesn't need to worry about how I use him. Just tell me, will you bet or not?" the yellow-robed woman asked.
Zhou Zhiruo fiercely glared at Song Qingshu and thought that there was something wrong with the two of them.
Song Qingshu was speechless. This was really an undeserved disaster. The yellow-robed woman clearly heard that he was going to accompany his family for a few days, so she planned to start with Zhou Zhiruo. If she agreed, he would not be able to use this excuse to delay.
These things could have been said directly. Why did she have to say such ambiguous words? What did she mean by 'borrow'?
"Bet, of course I'll bet." If it was someone else, even if it was Zhao Min or Zhou Zhiruo, they would not be so irrational. However, facing the yellow-robed woman, she was still brooding over her defeat that year. Moreover, she was not afraid of losing her dignity in front of her subordinates by having a private duel in the middle of the night.
"It's a deal." The yellow-robed woman's lips curled up slightly. She was obviously proud of herself.
"It's a deal." Zhou Zhiruo's face also burst with confidence.
Song Qingshu was about to speak when the yellow-robed woman glared at him. "Don't take sides and don't give her advice." She admired Song Qingshu's martial arts. After all, he was an existence that could compete with her master. If he casually gave some advice to Zhou Zhiruo, she was afraid that she would be in trouble tonight.
At this time, Zhou Zhiruo also said, "Qingshu, don't worry. I don't need your help. I can beat her." After saying this, she turned around and left. She did not stay by her lover's side to show fairness.
Song Qingshu knew that this was a knot in her heart. Only she could solve it through a battle, so he no longer tried to persuade her.
Although the yellow-robed woman spoke with contempt, she did not dare to relax at all. She also left to find a secluded place to recuperate and prepare for the battle at night.
At this time, Yang Miaozhen suddenly appeared beside Song Qingshu. "What's wrong? Have you become a loner?"
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. It seemed that whether it was Zhou Zhiruo or the yellow-robed woman, in order to accumulate power to the peak, he was afraid that they would not come to him before this.
Yang Miaozhen's eyes suddenly flashed a trace of inexplicable provocation. "Then come to my place tonight."
Song Qingshu was startled. "Ah?"
Yang Miaozhen looked at Zhou Zhiruo's figure from afar and snorted softly. "She just robbed so many of my subordinates. I will also secretly steal her husband and let her taste what it feels like."
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