Song Qingshu hurried over and took her place. He gently pressed his palm on Huang Chang's back and continuously transferred Genuine Qi to him.
His Inner Qi was much higher than the yellow-robed woman's. Huang Chang quickly opened his eyes and said weakly, "I'm dead. You don't have to waste your energy. Besides, you're also seriously injured."
Song Qingshu said apologetically, "I'm late. Otherwise …"
Huang Chang waved his hand slightly to stop him. "You don't have to blame yourself. The Way of Heaven is constant. It doesn't exist for good or die for evil. If you and I were in each other's shoes, I would have made the same choice. "
Song Qingshu was silent. He had been looking for helpers all along the way, so time was a little tight. But no matter how tight time was, it wouldn't have been so coincidental. He could have gone up the mountain earlier.
But if he had done that, he wouldn't have been the fisherman. Instead, he would have been the sandpiper and clam. He had to be responsible for the safety of himself and his men. So if he had to do it again, he would probably have made the same choice.
Huang Chang obviously saw through all this, but he understood it very well. This understanding wasn't polite, because he cultivated the Way of Nature. He didn't have many rules and regulations. As long as he could achieve his goal, he could do anything. So he also approved of Song Qingshu's way of doing things from the bottom of his heart.
After all, he had miscalculated this time. He didn't expect King Yi and Jia Shidao to join forces and find so many Great Grandmasters. Otherwise, with his and the Drunkard Monk's cultivation, they would have been able to suppress everyone.
Now that he had lost because he didn't expect all this, he certainly could afford to lose.
"I had a premonition that my lifespan was coming to an end, so I don't have too many regrets now." Huang Chang looked calm and looked at the yellow-robed woman beside him. "But my apprentice has had a hard life. She used to be a noble, but she was captured by the Golden Men as a slave when she was very young. Luckily, I happened to pass by and saved her."
The yellow-robed woman choked with sobs. "Master's great kindness, Yingluo will remember it for the rest of her life."
Huang Chang smiled and said to Song Qingshu, "Her identity is awkward. Without my care in the future, I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to survive in Lin 'an. Since you are friends, help me take care of her …"
When he said that, he suddenly closed his mouth because he realized that the word "take care of" had many meanings. It was as if he had entrusted her life to the other party, so he immediately changed his words. "Although she has learned the Nine Yin Manual, she has not understood its true essence. Since you also know the Nine Yin Manual and are her friend, please give her some pointers in the future."
In the past, Huang Shang's entire family was killed by the Ming Dynasty. He was focused on revenge and practicing martial arts, so he did not remarry. Later on, when his martial arts reached a high level, he was old and did not have the desire to marry. Therefore, he lived a lonely life and did not have any children. Although the yellow-robed woman was his disciple in name, he treated her like his own granddaughter in his heart.
Previously, when he found out that she and Song Qingshu had some ambiguous relationship, Huang Shang was unbearably angry. He had a feeling that the cabbage that he had painstakingly planted had been taken away by a pig. If it was someone else, it would be fine. He was young, handsome, and skilled in martial arts. However, Song Qingshu was a greedy and lecherous person. Not to mention the rumors in Jianghu, the key point was that he had personally seen him sneak into the inner palace and flirt with the concubines. How could such a person be a good match?
Huang Shang treated the yellow-robed woman as his own granddaughter and naturally did not want her to get involved in this mess. Therefore, he changed his words in time and changed from taking care of her to giving pointers in martial arts. Not to mention the surnamed Song's character, his martial arts were first class. With his pointers, the yellow-robed woman would at least reach the level of a grandmaster. Perhaps she would even have the opportunity to see the threshold of a great grandmaster. At that time, in this big world, who would dare to bully her?
"Senior, do not worry. I will do my best," Song Qingshu answered solemnly.
"And the officials …" Huang Shang glanced at Zhao Gou in the distance and noticed that his eyes were filled with hatred as he stared at Song Qingshu's back. He hesitated and swallowed the rest of his words. "Never mind, there is nothing else. You all are on your own …"
After he finished speaking, the light in his eyes slowly disappeared. Before the others could react, the Drunkard Monk and the Sweeping Monk put their palms together. "Amitabha Buddha …"
The yellow-robed woman finally understood that her master had passed away. She forced back the tears in her eyes and suddenly grabbed the long sword on the ground to stab at the Sweeping Monk beside her.
At this moment, Li Qingluo, who was guarding the Sweeping Monk, used the Ice Sleeve Acupuncture Point Technique to deflect the long sword in her hand. She frowned and said, "What are you doing!"
The yellow-robed woman pointed at the Sweeping Monk and said angrily, "Master clearly died under his sneak attack. Now you are pretending to be kind and righteous. Amitabha Buddha!"
Li Qingluo gave a humph. "On the battlefield, victory or defeat is based on one's own ability. This cannot be blamed on my Shishu." Because she knew of the relationship between the Sweeping Monk and the Xiao Yao Sect, she had to protect him no matter what.
Song Qingshu was in a dilemma. At this moment, he could not help but feel a headache coming on.
Luckily, the Drunkard Monk spoke at this moment. "Ying Luo, this is a matter between us Grand Masters. The other party is burdened with the hatred of his country and family. What he did before was understandable."
"But …" The yellow-robed woman wanted to say more. The Drunkard Monk shook his head and said, "When your master died, did he ask you to avenge him?"
"He did not …" The yellow-robed woman bit her lip. "But that was because Master took pity on his disciple and did not want me to take the risk."
The Drunkard Monk said seriously, "If that is the case, how can you repay his efforts by taking the risk? One thought to become a demon, one thought to become a Buddha. Please reconsider. " Seeing that she was still a little indignant, he could only use the Secret Sound Transmission to say, "Silly child, the Sweeping Monk's identity is special. He is a Shaolin High Monk and an elder of the Xiao Yao Sect. These two sects have many masters. If you kill him, the masters of these two sects will come endlessly to seek revenge on you. Moreover, there are people protecting him now. You cannot kill him. Anyway, he is heavily injured and will not live for long. What harm is there in letting him live for a few more days? "
Hearing his explanation, the yellow-robed woman was relieved. She said apologetically, "Thank you, Senior, for your explanation."
The Drunkard Monk nodded and stood up to bow to Zhao Gou. "Master, I have fulfilled my promise from before. It can be said that I have repaid the Song Emperor's kindness to my family. Now that the matter has been settled, I will take my leave."
"Master, you cannot abandon me." Zhao Gou was anxious. Now that all the guards by his side were dead and the last person on his side was about to leave, how could he not panic?
The Drunkard Monk shook his head. "I am no different from a useless person now. There is no point in staying. Now that I have repaid the karma of the past, it is time to fulfill my old wish."
After saying this, he ignored Zhao Gou's repeated requests to stay. His slightly hunched and thin figure gradually disappeared in the mountain path. His singing could be faintly heard in the air.
When the porridge is gone, when will the rice come? It is all because a skin bag is hard to cure. This body is so ignorant. Once it enters the throat, it reaches the stomach. In the blink of an eye, it is hungry again.
Only the monk does not care and must slowly drink three cups. When winter comes, I still wear summer clothes. Although my body is ugly, my heart is not lost …
The Sweeping Monk at the side had a strange expression. "Amitabha. This state of mind and attainment of the Dharma far surpasses me."
Li Qingluo beside him frowned. "Why do I feel that the lyrics are so vulgar?"
The Sweeping Monk smiled slightly and did not explain. After a long time, he sighed. "The matter here has been settled. It is time for me to leave."
Li Qingluo hurriedly said, "Martial Uncle, let me see you off."
The Sweeping Monk shook his head. "There is no need. If this stinky body dies by the side of the road, it is what it deserves."
"But …" Li Qingluo wanted to say more. The Sweeping Monk had already walked in front of Song Qingshu. "Benefactor Song, do you want to stop me?"
Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment but still shook his head. "That year in the Depository of Scriptures, I was fortunate to receive Senior's guidance. That is why I am where I am today. Why would I make things difficult for Senior?"
"The cause of the past, the effect of today …" The Sweeping Monk sighed. "Benefactor Song, do not worry. I will not say a word about what happened today."
Looking at his departing figure, Song Qingshu laughed involuntarily. Why did the Sweeping Monk make it seem like he wanted to kill the king and take the throne? But he was also a little curious. The other's aura … it seemed that his injuries were not as serious as he had imagined. But his back had been hit by a Great Grandmaster's full force attack. How could he have kept his life?
Just as Song Qingshu was puzzled, he suddenly heard Zhao Gou yell, "Ying Luo, help me kill the traitor Wang Chongyang." He had seen the Wine Fighting Monk and the Sweeping Monk leave one after the other. He was worried that Wang Chongyang would also escape, so he had yelled out in advance.
But now he had no one he could use. Only the yellow-robed girl could be counted as his brother and sister. They should be on the same side.
Hearing this, the yellow-robed girl frowned. Different from the Sweeping Monk, Master had not been injured by Wang Chongyang. Also, he and Master were good friends. He would occasionally appear at Jianshan Academy. Years ago, he had even taught her once. She really could not bear to act against him when he was heavily injured.
"Sir, he is heavily injured. He does not have many months left to live," the yellow-robed girl could only answer.
"He rebelled against his superiors. How can we let him die so easily? Much less live for a few more months? " Zhao Gou's face was a bit twisted. Normally, he would not have lost his composure like this. But this time, his plan, which he thought was flawless, had failed. Then, he had become completely disabled. His mental defenses had finally been broken, so he seemed a bit hysterical. "What are you waiting for?"
The yellow-robed girl was unwilling, but she could not disrespect the Emperor in front of everyone. So, she stood there with an awkward expression.
Wang Chongyang laughed. "Forget it. Chongyang has never been weaker than anyone. Even Jia Shidao did not want to die at the hands of others. How could I die at the hands of an incapable ruler like you?"
After saying this, he extended his finger and pointed at his own acupuncture point. He was a master of the One Yang Finger. If this finger were to hit him, there was no way he would survive.
Song Qingshu was shocked. Not to mention that the two of them had once been friends, Wang Chongyang's personality and ambition suited his temperament. How could he let him die like this?
Just as he was about to save him, a white shadow suddenly flashed by. With a flip of a wrist, it blocked Wang Chongyang's finger.
Everyone around was shocked. Although Wang Chongyang was heavily injured, he still had the power of a Great Grandmaster. Who could easily block this attack without any warning?
They quickly looked over and saw a person in white standing next to Wang Chongyang. She was holding his wrist. Her figure was slim and graceful. It was obviously a woman. Her dress fluttered in the wind, making her look like a fairy. She seemed to be around 40 years old. She was very beautiful, but her eyebrows were long, and there was murderous intent in the corners of her eyes.
The person in white laughed coldly. Although her voice was pleasant to hear, her words were full of mockery. "I can't believe you can't change your personality even when you're about to die."
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