The girl in yellow did not dare to be careless anymore. She was on high alert and used her exquisite body technique to protect herself.
The whip in Zhou Zhiruo's hand was like a soft silk, as if it had no weight at all. Her body moved left and right, advancing and retreating, drifting around the girl in yellow.
Song Qingshu nodded to himself. Zhou Zhiruo's body technique and whip technique were like the wind blowing the willow catkin, like the duckweed in the water. It was truly out of this world. He felt like he was in a dream. He did not expect that after not seeing her for a while, her martial arts had improved so much.
In fact, this was not surprising at all. Zhou Zhiruo was originally the most outstanding disciple of the Emei sect in this generation. It was just that the martial arts of the Emei sect always progressed step by step. Although her martial arts were outstanding among the younger generation, it was difficult for her to compete in the whole of Jianghu. However, the Nine Yin Manual was equivalent to giving her a cheat code. With her intelligence, obtaining the Nine Yin Manual was like adding wings to a tiger.
Of course, before the Lion Slaying Gathering, she went astray and only wanted to learn quickly. Therefore, her moves were strange and fancy. Against ordinary martial arts masters, it was not enough. Later, she suddenly came to her senses and started practicing the Nine Yin Manual from the basics. Now, her martial arts had a qualitative leap compared to before.
The last time he saw her, she had already mastered the Nine Yin Manual. This time, he found that she seemed to have faintly merged the Nine Yin Manual with the martial arts of the Emei sect. Although she had not mastered it, she had entered a new realm. No wonder the girl in yellow was careless and suffered a small loss.
However, the girl in yellow was Huang Shang's last disciple. With his personal guidance, her proficiency in the Nine Yin Manual would be higher than Zhou Zhiruo. Her whole body was swift and agile. Originally, the Nine Yin Manual's martial arts were inclined to be strange, but when she used it, she was like a fairy descending to the world. Her every movement was filled with the air of a fairy.
Her footsteps were light, and before she knew it, she was already getting closer and closer to Zhou Zhiruo. Suddenly, with a flick of her wrist, she snatched the long whip from her opponent's hand. During the Lion Slaughtering Assembly, she had also snatched the whip from her opponent's hand in the same way. Then, she had used her elbow to strike the vital acupuncture point on her chest, and then used the Nine Yin White Bone Claw to restrain her.
This time, it worked again, but she was not happy, because it was too easy to snatch the long whip, so easy that it was as if the other party had deliberately let her snatch it. From the exchange of blows just now, she had already determined that Zhou Zhiruo's martial arts were definitely not below hers. There was no reason for her to be able to seize it so easily.
However, although she was shocked, she did not panic. At such a close distance, it was just right for her to display the full power of the Nine Yin White Bone Claw. Although her opponent also knew this martial art, she did not think that his attainments in this aspect would be better than hers.
Changing his palm into a claw, the Nine Yin White Bone Claw instantly clawed at Zhou Zhiruo's vital acupoints.
However, a snow-white light suddenly exploded in front of her, and she felt a copious amount of sharp intent that was difficult to resist. The yellow-robed woman was greatly alarmed, and she hastily retreated.
"Thank you for letting me win," Zhou Zhiruo said indifferently as she sheathed her sword.
The yellow-robed woman's hands hung by her side, and a drop of blood fell from her slender and translucent fingers. However, she did not care at all, and her gaze was fixed on the sword in her hand. "Heavenly Sword?"
"Correct." After defeating her long-time opponent, Zhou Zhiruo's ice-cold face could not help but reveal a hint of happiness.
The yellow-robed woman was somewhat dissatisfied. "Relying on a divine weapon, isn't it a bit unfair to win?" If she had known from the beginning that her opponent would use Heavenly Sword, how could she have lost so easily? This time, she had focused all her attention on guarding against her opponent's White Python Whip Technique and Nine Yin White Bone Claw. How could she have expected that her opponent was only using them as a cover, and was actually hiding a killing move, Heavenly Sword?
Zhou Zhiruo sneered. "Just now, I gave you the chance to take out a weapon, but you insisted on fighting me empty-handed. Who can you blame for that?"
The yellow-robed woman felt bitter in her heart. In truth, with her martial arts, it did not matter whether she took out a weapon or not. Although her ten fingers could not be said to be as hard as steel, they were not far off. Against her opponent's weapon, she would not be at a disadvantage. However, these weapons did not include peerless divine weapons like Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Saber.
At this time, Song Qingshu took a step forward and said, "Miss Yang, just now, Zhiruo already held back. I believe you also know that."
The yellow-robed woman bit her lip, but did not refute. Just now, if Zhou Zhiruo had not held back, she could have used the sharpness of Heavenly Sword to cut off one of her fingers in that instant.
Song Qingshu continued, "On the battlefield, in a battle of life and death, strategy is also a form of strength. If Miss Yang is entangled in this trap, you may suffer greatly in the future."
The yellow-robed woman was frightened. She was indeed somewhat indignant. In truth, even if Zhou Zhiruo's martial arts had advanced by leaps and bounds, even if she had the Heavenly Sword, if they fought fair and square, she was still confident that she would not lose. Now that she heard Song Qingshu's words, she suddenly understood. "Thank you, Big Brother Song, for your guidance."
Then, she bowed to Zhou Zhiruo. "Sect Leader Zhou, this time I have lost. However, the next time we meet, it will not be so easy for you to defeat me."
Zhou Zhiruo indifferently said, "Next time, let's talk about next time."
The yellow-robed woman knew that Zhou Zhiruo did not like her because of what had happened at the Lion Slaughtering Convention, so she did not mind. She turned to Song Qingshu and said, "Big Brother Song, since I have lost this bet, I will leave first. I hope that Big Brother Song will remember your promise. In two days, you will set off for Wudang as soon as possible." With that, she floated away.
Looking at her back, Song Qingshu wondered, Is she going to leave just like that? Is she not going to go back and say goodbye to Yang Miaozhen? Oh no, if she sees Yang Miaozhen lying naked on the bed, no matter how pure she is, she will know what has happened.
Huh? Even if she knows, so what? Why do I feel so guilty?
"She has already left, yet you are still looking?" Zhou Zhiruo had appeared beside him at some point. She had a teasing look on her face. "If you cannot bear to part with her, then go after her."
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. "Zhiruo must be joking. I am just a little worried about her safety on this trip."
"Her kung fu is so high, what is there to worry about?" Zhou Zhiruo pursed her lips. "She even called me 'Big Brother Song'. She called me that so intimately in front of me. She is purposely trying to anger me." She mimicked the tone of the yellow-robed woman and imitated it perfectly.
Song Qingshu was speechless. At the same time, he felt a little strange. Just now, the yellow-robed woman had indeed changed the way she addressed him. Was it really as Zhiruo said? Sigh, women are so scary. They always set traps …
"By the way, what did you promise her?" Zhou Zhiruo suddenly remembered what the yellow-robed woman had said before she left. She asked suspiciously.
"I did not promise her. I promised her master …" As the two of them walked back, they told her about the trip to Wudang.
"No wonder I thought it was strange that Zhao Gou suddenly went to Wudang Mountain to worship the heavens. So that's how it is." When the two of them returned to the tent, Zhou Zhiruo very naturally helped Song Qingshu undress and hung his coat to the side. "By the way, will you be in danger on this trip? Why don't I go with you?"
"No need. First of all, you are needed here in Yangzhou City. Second, Wudang Mountain will be full of Great Grandmasters. You won't be able to help even if you go. It'll be dangerous, "Song Qingshu replied while sighing. When there were no outsiders around, Zhou Zhiruo's behavior was becoming more and more like a housewife.
"Great Grandmaster …" Zhou Zhiruo poured a cup of tea for him and sat down at the table. She had a look of longing on her face. "Just how many Great Grandmasters are there in this world?"
"There shouldn't be many," Song QingShu replied. "For example, Huang Shang and the Wine Fighting Monk. They're all old monsters from the legends. They appear and disappear all day long. No one knows where they're hiding, let alone whether they're dead or alive. It's really difficult to count their numbers."
"Old monster?" Zhou Zhiruo suddenly glanced at her husband strangely. She couldn't help but purse her lips and smile. "Then are you an old monster?"
"I'm different," Song Qingshu beamed with joy. "I'm the main character."
"Bah, you are an old pervert," Zhou Zhiruo spat.
Looking at his wife's beautiful face under the candlelight, it was even more beautiful than usual. Song Qingshu couldn't help but hold her soft and soft hand. "Zhiruo, you are so beautiful."
Yang Miaozhen's enthusiasm was as brilliant as a flame, but Zhou Zhiruo's charm was like the first melting of ice and snow.
Zhou Zhiruo blushed. Her delicate body snuggled into his arms. "Qingshu, the trip to Wudang is so dangerous. I am really worried about you. Why don't you take the Yitian sword with you?"
Song Qingshu shook his head. "With my current martial arts, there is no difference whether I have a sword or not. It is better to stay with you to ensure your safety."
Zhou Zhiruo thought for a moment. She suddenly said, "Since my martial arts can't help you this time, you should ask Sister Dongfang to go with you. I will only be at ease if the two of you are together." Among the sisters around her, her martial arts could be considered top-notch. Ah-Jiu was almost on par with her. It was unlikely that he would be able to intervene in the battle of Wudang. However, when she joined hands with Dongfang Muxue to assassinate Kangxi in the Forbidden City, her martial arts had left a deep impression on her. Now that she knew her former identity, she was even more convinced of her strength.
"You are indeed husband and wife. You are thinking the same thing." Song Qingshu smiled. He had told the yellow-shirted woman that he would stay with his wife for a few more days. Of course, it wasn't because he wanted to spend more time with his wife and ignore the important matters. It was just that he wanted to buy some time for Zhao Gou and Jia Shidao to exhaust themselves so that he could reap the benefits. Secondly, he wanted to send her away so that he could find help. After all, he couldn't let the yellow-shirted woman know the identities of Dongfang Muxue and the others.
Zhou Zhiruo blinked and asked curiously, "Has Sister Dongfang really reached the Great Grandmaster Realm?"
Song Qingshu looked to the north and looked like he was reminiscing. "She didn't reach it before, but with me … Ahem, I think she has reached it now." Back then, Dongfang Muxue had been seriously injured. In the end, he had used the Tantric Cultivation method to heal her. Not only had she recovered her peak strength, but she had also absorbed half of his inner strength.
"That's good." Zhou Zhiruo breathed a sigh of relief. With two Great Grandmasters looking out for each other, even if Wudang Mountain was a dangerous place, they wouldn't have to worry about their safety. "When do you plan to leave?"
"Tomorrow morning. Time is a bit tight." Song Qingshu obviously couldn't stay by Zhou Zhiruo's side for a few days like he had told the yellow-shirted woman.
Zhou Zhiruo agreed. "Then let's rest early."
Song Qingshu's scalp tightened. He had fought many battles with Yang Miaozhen. He wasn't a god, so how could he recover so quickly?
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