Song Qingshu was worried that she was really drunk, so he sat next to her and held her hand under the cover of the table. A gentle inner force was transferred into her body.
Yang Miaozhen was startled. Suddenly, she heard his Secret Voice-sending, "Don't resist. Let the Genuine Qi flow naturally in your body."
Yang Miaozhen nodded slightly and completely let go of her defense, allowing the other party's Genuine Qi to flow in her body.
Song Qingshu was a little surprised. He thought that she would subconsciously guard against it, but he didn't expect her to trust him so much. It should be known that the masters in Jianghu would almost never let other people's inner force enter their body. Under such circumstances, if the other party had evil intentions, a slight attack would cause serious injuries. Eight to nine out of ten would kill her on the spot.
Yang Miaozhen only felt a warm heat flowing in her body. Suddenly, her fingertips felt cold. She looked down and found that drops of crystal-clear water were flowing out of her fingertips.
She was stunned for a moment before she realized that the other party had helped her to force the wine out of her body. She couldn't help but be amazed. She had heard that Dali's Six Pulse Divine Swordsman had this kind of alcohol-forcing technique, but she didn't expect him to know it too.
As a top master, she also understood that as long as she followed the diagram, she would be able to cultivate the sword Qi. She thought that the other party had actually unreservedly shown her the route of Genuine Qi circulation in her body. Did he completely treat her as one of his own?
Thinking of this, she, who had always been bold and generous, couldn't help but blush. Fortunately, she was now drunk, so she wasn't afraid of being seen by others.
The wine she drank could be forced out of her body, so Yang Miaozhen didn't have any scruples. Soon, the generals in the hall were all drunk. Seeing that only a few of them were sober, Yang Miaozhen suddenly used her shoulder to nudge the man next to her. "It's about time. Let's go?"
"Where?" Song Qingshu asked.
Yang Miaozhen turned around and looked at him with a faint smile. "I realized that you look like a gentleman on the surface, but you're a bad person behind the scenes."
Song Qingshu was speechless. "I just forced you to drink, and now you're talking about me like this? You're burning bridges after crossing the river."
Yang Miaozhen's almond-shaped eyes widened. "You still have the nerve to say that? There's clearly such a method to not get drunk even after a thousand cups, yet you insist on pretending to be drunk. If I wasn't deceived by you, why would I foolishly come here to drink for you?"
"Isn't it just for the atmosphere?" Song Qingshu looked around at the people who were drunk and lying on the ground. "If they knew from the beginning that I can't get drunk, what's the point of drinking?"
"Yes, yes, yes. You wanted to win people's hearts, but I almost made a fool of myself." Yang Miaozhen thought of how she almost made a fool of herself, and suddenly felt her teeth itch.
Song Qingshu smiled and held her hand. "If I didn't do this, how would I know that you care about me so much? You're afraid that I'll get drunk."
"It's bad enough that you don't drink." Yang Miaozhen's eyes twinkled. There was less anger in them and more charm. "You clearly know where I want you to go, but you want me to say it again."
Song Qingshu looked at her. Due to the alcohol, her snow-white skin had turned a light pink, making her look even more charming. "I just want to hear the goddess in the hearts of all the men in the Red Coat Army personally invite me."
Yang Miaozhen's eyes revealed a hint of mockery. "Why don't you invite me to your tent?"
Song QingShu held his breath. His tent was arranged together with Zhou Zhiruo's. If he brought other women in, wouldn't it become a Shuraba?
"Look at how scared you are." Yang Miaozhen chuckled and hooked her finger at him. "Come to my room. I don't want to be in the wilderness with you anymore. It feels weird."
Song QingShu's heart was pounding. Who said she was a tigress? Who said she was a rouge? She was clearly a seductive vixen!
The two of them arrived at her tent one after another. Yang Miaozhen waved her hand and gestured for the guards to move further away. These guards were all female soldiers that she had trained. It was naturally more convenient for them to take care of her than the male soldiers.
When they saw that their master had brought a man back for the first time, their eyes widened. Some of them recognized Song Qingshu and could not help but look at him strangely.
"What are you looking at? Everyone, stand guard outside. Don't let anyone near. I have something important to discuss with the Golden Snake King," Yang Miaozhen said with a red face.
"Yes!" The group of female soldiers all dispersed. They thought to themselves, "Who are you trying to fool? You brought a man back in the middle of the night. Both of them were drunk and the fire in their eyes was about to devour each other …"
However, although they complained, they were happy for her in their hearts. They thought that she had a good relationship with her new master and would have a good home in the future.
Meanwhile, when Song Qingshu and Yang Miaozhen entered the tent, they looked at each other and did not say anything. They suddenly hugged each other, leaving only their heavy breathing in the room.
After a long time, Song Qingshu bit her ear and said dryly, "I want to do it like just now." The posture of the two of them fighting just now appeared in his mind. He only felt that his whole body was about to explode.
Yang Miaozhen lifted her right leg and directly did a split on the spot. She put her perfectly round and straight long leg on his shoulder. Her almond-shaped eyes became watery and she smiled foolishly. "Like this?"
Song Qingshu could not bear it anymore. He roared and pounced on her.
…
"The subordinate who had a crush on you just now told me to be gentle with you."
"Bah, don't listen to him."
…
After an unknown period of time, Song Qingshu got off the bed with weak steps. He secretly rejoiced, "Fortunately, I have a divine skill to protect my body. Otherwise, I would not have lost in the competition but in the bed. That would be so embarrassing."
As he put on his clothes, he turned around and asked, "Are you really not going to watch them fight?"
Yang Miaozhen was lying on the bed, revealing only her messy long hair and her snow-white shoulders with many red marks. She said weakly, "I don't even want to move a finger right now. You can go by yourself."
Hearing her words, Song Qingshu felt proud for no reason. "Last time, you can say that it was your first time. This time, there is no excuse, right?"
Yang Miaozhen grabbed the pillow beside her and threw it at him. "Today, I drank too much. Let's find a chance to fight again next time."
Song Qingshu walked out of the tent with a proud expression. He sighed and said, "No matter how many times we fight, you will still lose. Sigh, I've been looking for a worthy opponent all my life, but I can't find one. It's really lonely and embarrassing."
Yang Miaozhen, who was under the bed, gritted her teeth. But after a long time, she sighed. She did not expect that she could not beat him in martial arts. She could not even beat him in the battlefield. In the end, she could only struggle to hold on, but his physical strength seemed to be endless …
Meanwhile, Song Qingshu came to a valley a few miles away from the camp. A girl in a yellow dress stood on a tree, and a woman in a white dress stood on another tree a few feet away. Both of them had excellent lightness skills. They stood on the branches of the tree without moving an inch, only their clothes fluttering in the cold wind.
The two women had graceful figures. Now, the faint moonlight shone through their clothes, casting a holy halo on their bodies. They looked like fairies from heaven.
"You're late." The two women looked back at him and said at the same time. Hearing each other's words, they both frowned.
Song Qingshu shrunk back guiltily and smiled awkwardly, "I drank a bit too much with those people over there."
"Where's the Fourth Lady?" The girl in the yellow dress looked to his side and asked in confusion.
Song Qingshu said calmly, "That group of men saw that she was beautiful, so they all urged her to drink like crazy. She got drunk and went back to rest."
"Drunk?" A trace of worry flashed in the girl's eyes. "Don't let others take advantage of you."
"Don't worry. I've already sent her back to the camp. She'll be fine with her guards." Song Qingshu thought to himself, "I've taken advantage of her. Does that count?"
Zhou Zhiruo snorted, "No wonder I'm late."
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. He really could not explain this.
Zhou Zhiruo was obviously just speaking casually. Her attention quickly returned to the girl in the yellow dress, "Are we still going to fight? Are you worried that if Yang Miaozhen doesn't come, Qingshu will be unfair as the referee? "
The yellow-clothed woman glanced at Song QingShu and said with a faint smile, "That won't happen. I trust Young Master Song's character."
Seeing the girl's gentle eyes looking at her husband, as if there was something else, Zhou Zhiruo snorted, "If that's the case, then let's begin."
The girl in the yellow dress's expression became serious, "Please."
As soon as she finished speaking, a green shadow flashed and a long whip came toward her. The girl in the yellow dress hurriedly jumped back to avoid it. The top of the tree she had been standing on had already been smashed by the whip.
The girl in the yellow dress was secretly angry. She thought to herself, "Since you're so ruthless, don't blame me. Anyway, Song Qingshu is here. With his martial arts, even if something happens to us, he should be able to resolve it."
Her thoughts flashed. In this short period of time, the opponent's long whip moved rapidly. It was the White Python Whip Technique of the Nine Yin Manual.
The girl in the yellow dress hurriedly retreated to the side. Zhou Zhiruo's whip technique was incomparably strange. In three moves, she had already trapped her. She said coldly, "If I take your life now, you won't accept it. Bring me a weapon! "
The girl in the yellow dress smiled, "Why would I need a weapon to deal with you?" After saying that, her whole body suddenly became as soft as a noodle. With a twist, she escaped from the opponent's grasp.
"Tendon Shrink Bone Technique!"
Song Qingshu also knew the Nine Yin Manual, so he naturally recognized the technique. But at this moment, the scene of the girl in the yellow dress twisting and twisting appeared in his mind. His expression was somewhat strange, "Even her chest can shrink, this woman is really scary …"
Zhou Zhiruo also did not expect that the girl in the yellow dress would be able to escape so easily. But her long whip had already been trained to the point that it was like an extension of her arm. With a flick of her wrist, the soft whip moved like a nimble snake, heading straight for the girl's chest.
Although Song Qingshu knew that the girl in the yellow dress would be able to avoid it, he still sucked in a breath of cold air. He thought that if her chest really collapsed, it would really be a waste of God's gift.
The girl in the yellow dress tiptoed and like a butterfly, she dodged the long whip. Who would have thought that the soft whip would turn halfway and strike her back?
But the girl in the yellow dress seemed to have expected it. She reached behind her and grabbed the opponent's long whip. She was familiar with the Nine Yin Manual, so naturally, she knew the various variations of the White Python Whip Technique by heart. She planned to use this opportunity to pull the opponent over and attack within a few feet of her.
But as soon as she grabbed the long whip, her expression changed. She hurriedly let go of the long whip. Looking at the red mark on her palm, she was shocked, "When I fought her at the Lion Slaying Assembly last time, she learned a quick method that emphasized more on moves, so her internal energy was congenitally insufficient. I didn't expect that her internal energy had already grown to such a level."
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