"Amitabha." Seeing Jia Shidao commit suicide, the Drunkard Monk put his palms together. This matter had finally come to an end. But why was the ending so bleak? Jia Shidao had suffered a crushing defeat, but had he won?
Although he had saved his life with a secret method, he was so badly injured that he would never be able to return to his former state. Huang Chang was even more badly injured than him.
"Bastard, it's too easy for you to die like this!" Zhao Gou gnashed his teeth with hatred. He thought that if it weren't for Jia Shidao, he wouldn't have taken such a risk. He would still be leisurely in Lin 'an as an emperor, and he wouldn't be as useless as he was now. He had made up his mind that when he returned to the capital, he would burn Jia Shidao's bones and scatter his ashes, and then wipe out the entire Jia Family.
On the other side, Song Qingshu was silent. Jia Shidao committed suicide not only because he didn't want to be humiliated by others, but also for the future of the Jia Family.
He knew that he was going to die, but if he died at the hands of Song QingShu and the news spread, the Jia Clan and Song QingShu would have an irreconcilable enmity, which would be disadvantageous to the clansmen of the Jia Clan. If he killed himself, the clansmen wouldn't have to think about avenging him, and Song QingShu wouldn't have to worry about it to the point of having the thought of cutting the weeds and eliminating the roots.
"No wonder he was a hero of his generation." Even Song QingShu felt a bit of admiration. Even though he was at the end of his rope, he was still able to make arrangements for his funeral in such a short time.
But now was not the time to think about that. His attention was soon attracted by the fight between Patriarch Sunflower and Dongfang Muxue.
Although the two of them practiced the same martial arts, there was a clear difference in the way they fought. Dongfang Muxue moved like a ghost, and Patriarch Sunflower was also very fast. However, the difference was that the aura of death that seemed to come from the Netherworld was much fainter now. Even the same moves he made were more dignified, with an air of elegance and nobility.
Every time he attacked, there seemed to be a strange airflow around him, which seemed to be in the shape of a dragon.
"Does Dragon Qi really exist?" Song Qingshu was speechless. It was obviously the Sunflower Treasure Manual, but now he was using it like King Xiao's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in the TV series.
Dongfang Muxue was, after all, much younger than Patriarch Sunflower. Although she was talented enough, it was difficult to make up for the hundred-year gap between them. At first, they'd been evenly matched, but now, she was on the defensive, and was clearly at a disadvantage.
Song Qingshu was worried that something might happen to her, so he took a step forward, intending to help.
That was when Patriarch Sunflower suddenly jumped out of the battle and waved his hand at Dongfang Muxue. "That's enough, that's enough."
Dongfang Muxue's chest heaved up and down. It was clear that the previous exchange had put a lot of pressure on her. At the same time, she was also somewhat impressed by the progress of her opponent's martial arts, so she didn't know what to say.
Song Qingshu smiled and stopped. "Why did the Patriarch stop?"
Patriarch Sunflower pursed his lips and glanced at the half-dead Huang Chang and the others in the distance. "It's obvious that you want to fight two against one. I don't want to end up like them." There were too many Martial Grandmasters who'd died on the mountain this time. He didn't want to fail miserably and die here.
"I'm afraid that's not up to you, Patriarch." Song Qingshu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He'd expended too much energy at the moment. Even if he and Dongfang Muxue joined forces, they might not be able to take down Patriarch Sunflower. Even if they did, they'd have to pay a heavy price, and some of them might even die.
However, although he wanted to stop fighting, he didn't say anything about it. He didn't want Patriarch Sunflower to see through him and think that he could take advantage of the situation. That would be troublesome.
Patriarch Sunflower chuckled. "Come to think of it, we're old friends. How can we fight for real?"
Song Qingshu rolled his eyes. "That's not what you said just now, Patriarch."
Patriarch Sunflower glanced at Jia Shidao, who was lying on the ground, and said, "I was hired by him. Of course I had to be loyal to him. Now that he's dead, what's the point of fighting?"
Song Qingshu smiled. "You're honest, Patriarch."
Patriarch Sunflower chuckled. "I don't even remember how long I've lived. I know it's not easy to get my lifespan. I cherish my life the most. I don't care about those useless things."
Song Qingshu couldn't help but ask, "I'm curious. How did Jia Shidao manage to hire you?"
Patriarch Sunflower pursed his lips. "Didn't I tell you before that the Dragon Veins of the Manqing Dynasty were disappearing so fast? I had no choice but to look for other Dragon Veins. Now that Jia Shidao offered the Dragon Veins of the Great Song as a bargaining chip, how could I not be tempted?"
Song Qingshu had a strange expression on his face. He thought that the Dragon Veins of the Manqing Dynasty were disappearing because of him. "Where do you plan to go next, Patriarch? Back to the Dragon Veins? "
Patriarch Sunflower glanced at Zhao Gou and the others in the distance. He leaned over and said in a low voice, "I plan to go to Gong County of the Henan Province."
"Gong County of the Henan Province?" Song Qingshu was stunned. He wondered what was so good about that place.
Suddenly, he remembered that it was where the imperial mausoleum of the Northern Song Dynasty was located!
"But during the Jingkang era, the imperial mausoleum of the Northern Song Dynasty was mostly plundered by the Golden Men. I wonder if there are any remnants of the Dragon Veins left." Patriarch Sunflower frowned. "If I can't find them, I'll go to Shanyin. I don't believe that I can't find the Dragon Veins without Jia Shidao. Hehe."
Song Qingshu had been named King Qi by the Southern Song Dynasty. He was quite familiar with the affairs of the imperial court. Zhao Gou had long chosen Qigong Mountain in Shanyin as the location of the imperial mausoleum … It was obvious what Patriarch Sunflower was going to do there. His chuckle was really coquettish.
"Huh?" Patriarch Sunflower seemed to have noticed something. He kept looking up and down at Song Qingshu.
"What are you looking at?" As bold as Song Qingshu was, he couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end when an old eunuch kept looking at him like that.
"Strange, strange." Patriarch Sunflower rested his chin on his hand and mumbled to himself.
Song Qingshu took a step back nervously. "Let me make this clear. I don't like men."
"Bah! Nothing good comes out of a filthy mouth," Patriarch Sunflower shrieked angrily. "I don't even like women, much less men!"
Song Qingshu was speechless. Patriarch Sunflower's words made so much sense that he couldn't refute them.
Patriarch Sunflower paused for a moment before voicing his doubts. "When I saw you in the Qing Kingdom's imperial palace, you were filled with the scent of peach blossoms that I didn't like. But this time, I can vaguely sense the presence of Dragon Qi. But you're clearly not the emperor. Could it be that I'm seeing things?"
"Dragon Qi?" Song Qingshu was taken aback. Could it be that I've been pretending to be the emperor in a few countries, and that's why it's here?
Patriarch Sunflower shook his head. "No, no. It's still a little different from True Dragon Qi. It's not as rich. Why don't you let me try inhaling it?"
Song Qingshu's face darkened. "Get lost!"
"Tch. Stingy." Patriarch Sunflower waved his hand. "Forget it. I'll give you a present before I leave."
With that, he flashed away. Everyone heard a series of clanging sounds as the weapons of the Island of Heroes' Messengers of Rewarding Kindness and Punishing Evil fell to the ground. Then, their bodies swayed a little, and their mouths fell open. Suddenly, they fell to the ground and lay there motionless.
Although it was only for a moment, everyone present was an expert. They could clearly see that there was a tiny red dot on their foreheads, from which blood seeped out. Clearly, they had been killed by Patriarch Sunflower.
Zhang San and Li Si, who were lucky enough to survive, quickly retreated, trembling violently. Even Ouyang Feng, Qiu Qianren, and the others hurriedly retreated, cold sweat dripping from their temples. They looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy. But as far as the eye could see, Patriarch Sunflower was nowhere to be seen. Clearly, he had left the mountain after killing these people.
"How terrifying!" The same thought popped up in everyone's mind. Ouyang Feng and the others had been suppressed when they fought against the Messengers of Reward of Kindness, Punish of Evil. But now, Patriarch Sunflower had killed them as easily as if they were chickens!
Although it had been a sneak attack, such things were common in the Jianghu. Ouyang Feng and the others were covered in cold sweat, wondering if they could have survived if Patriarch Sunflower had attacked them.
Especially Ouyang Feng, who was one of the Five Unique Masters. He had been with Song Qingshu for many years, and he had seen too many top-notch fights. He had learned a lot, and after a period of seclusion, he felt that his cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds. Although he wasn't as strong as Wang Chongyang, he had already surpassed the other Five Unique Masters. This time, he had seen a Great Master fight on WuTang Mountain. While admiring him, he also thought that if he were to fight a Great Master, he might be able to withstand a few dozen moves.
But if his opponent was Patriarch Sunflower, would he be able to withstand even one move?
Of course, this didn't mean that Patriarch Sunflower's martial arts were far better than Huang Chang and the others. It was just that he was too fast, and he could kill those who were weaker than him in an instant. In this aspect, he was indeed better than the other Great Masters.
Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. These people from the Isle of Heroes were all Jia Shidao's trusted subordinates, and they had witnessed what had happened on WuTang Mountain. They couldn't be left alive. Patriarch Sunflower had killed them to return the favor.
Of course, from Patriarch Sunflower's point of view, he probably felt that it would be embarrassing to retreat in front of two juniors, but he didn't want to risk his life, so he used this opportunity to show others how powerful his martial arts were. This time, it wasn't because he was afraid to run, but because he was thinking rationally.
Song QingShu looked around at the scene. Zhao Gou's royal guards had all been killed, and King Yi's men of sacrifice from the Mansion of Spirits had all been killed by the people of the Isle of Heroes. Even King Yi himself had been disabled by Jia Shidao and was now in a coma.
Jia Shidao, Island Master Long, and Island Master Mu were all dead. The three of them were not only the leaders of the Isle of Heroes, but also the masters of the Rongguo House and the Ningguo House. Now that they were dead, the Jia family only had some young people and women left.
Some of the masters of the Isle of Heroes had been killed by Ouyang Feng and the others, and the rest had been taken care of by Patriarch Sunflower.
Now, apart from the people of the WuTang Clan and his own people like Li Qingluo and Xiao Long Nu, the rest were the Great Masters who were seriously injured and on the verge of death.
"Brother Song, please save my master," said the yellow-robed woman. At this moment, the yellow-robed woman's voice sounded. Her tone was filled with anxiety, and there was even a hint of sobbing in her voice.
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