"You can save her?" The Lu brothers, who knew Jia Baoyu very well, laughed out loud.
Even Xue Baochai pulled on his sleeve and said, "Baoyu, stop fooling around."
"I really can save her." Hearing the mocking laughter around him getting louder, Song Qingshu couldn't help but sigh. Life was always like this. People would believe a lie, but no one would believe the truth.
"Could it be that you have cultivated some kind of extreme Yang inner energy?" Compared to the others, Yang Xiao was obviously more concerned about Huo Qingtong's safety. After all, she was injured because of him, so he didn't want to give up any hope.
"Not really." Song Qingshu thought about the Nine Yin Manual inner energy he cultivated. The God Illuminating Scripture, on the other hand, was more on the Yang side. But in the end, it was balanced with the Joy Zen inner energy. If he exposed his inner energy now, wouldn't his identity be exposed?
"Tsk." Even the people of the Ming Dynasty booed.
"It's a pity that the leader isn't here. Otherwise, with his Nine Yang Divine Art, this cold poison won't be a problem for him." Yang Xiao couldn't help but sigh.
Song QingShu couldn't help but say, "Instead of hoping for that Zhang Wuji, who we don't know where he is, it's better to believe in me. I can really save her. If I can't save her, you can just kill me and pay with my life."
"Baoyu, don't talk nonsense." Xue Baochai panicked. Even the lady in yellow thought that he was too reckless. How could he make such an oath?
"Is that true?" Yang Xiao was the second-in-command of the Ming Cult. Usually, when Zhang Wuji was not around for a long period of time, he was basically in charge of the Cult's affairs. His ability to read people was quite good. When faced with the ridicule of the people around him, Yang Xiao had an inexplicable calmness and indifference. This made Yang Xiao believe him subconsciously.
"Really." Song Qingshu answered lightly.
Xue Baochai hurriedly pulled him aside, her expression extremely anxious, "Baoyu, don't mess around. You don't know martial arts, how can you save her? Originally, this matter had nothing to do with us, but once you got involved, things would be troublesome. Huo Qingtong was the pearl of the Wooden Table Ethics Department, and she was also the future wife of the leader of the Ming Dynasty. If something happened to her, wouldn't it make the Song Dynasty and them hostile? That's fine, but you even bet your own life? "
"I can indeed save her, but it's not convenient for me to reveal the method," Song Qingshu explained.
Xue Baochai still wanted to say more, but the girl in yellow advised, "Let him try. I don't think he's lying."
Xue Baochai couldn't help but stare blankly when she heard that. She could only suppress the doubts in her heart for now.
"Alright, then I'll have to trouble you to save me." Yang Xiao cupped his hands. At the same time, his eyes were filled with curiosity. Even so many experts were unable to save him. How could a profligate son of a rich family save him?
Song Qingshu answered, "Someone, bring Miss Huo to my room. No one else is allowed to enter."
As soon as these words came out, the people of the Wooden Table Ethics Department and the Ming Dynasty were instantly in an uproar. Huo Qingtong's brother, Huo Ayi, was furious, "Brat, what are you trying to do?"
Song Qingshu rolled his eyes and pointed at Huo Qingtong, who was beside him, "She only has half her life left. Her whole body is cold like a corpse. I can't do anything to her even if I wanted to."
"You!" Huo Ayi was speechless. At this moment, there was not a trace of blood on his sister's face. If she closed her eyes, she would really look like a dead person.
"You can't do this." Yang Xiao had just agreed, but now he strongly opposed, "Miss Huo is a big girl. How can she stay with a man and a woman alone in a room?"
Huo Qingtong was the future wife of the Cult Leader. The previous two potential wives, Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min, had both followed Song Qingshu, which made the whole Ming Dynasty lose face. They were particularly sensitive about this. If Huo Qingtong's reputation was also damaged at this time, Yang Xiao would really become a sinner of the Ming Dynasty. Wu Jiu Literature
"Why are all of your thoughts so dirty? Dirty people see everything as dirty." Song Qingshu snorted coldly.
Xue Baochai and the yellow-shirted girl beside him blushed. It turned out that when they heard his request just now, this was also their first thought. After all, Jia Baoyu was famous in Lin 'an for hanging around with women.
"Anyway, no! Let's think of another way. I don't believe that no one can save her with so many masters in the city. "Yang Xiao struggled to stand up and was ready to call someone to help Huo Qingtong out.
Song Qingshu laughed, "Looking at the whole Xingqing Prefecture, there are only a few top masters. Although King Xiao's martial arts is high, his internal energy is not his forte. Moreover, he has fought with Zhuang Juxian before, so he is also very afraid of his opponent's cold poison. I'm afraid he has no way to remove the poison. The Northern Underworld Divine Skill of Duan of Dali can suck the cold poison out of Miss Huo's body, but he is not familiar with it, so it is easy to suck away the internal energy that Miss Huo has painstakingly cultivated for more than ten years. The Dalun Wisdom King of Tubo is currently missing. There are many masters in Shaolin, but unfortunately, the Beggar Sect has always been on good terms with Shaolin, and the Ming Dynasty has always been hostile to Shaolin. Will they risk offending the Beggar Sect to help you? The rest are the Mongolian masters. You have been fighting with the Mongolians all these years, so you can't rely on them, can you? "
Yang Xiao and the rest looked at each other, and for a moment, they did not say anything, because the other party's analysis was reasonable.
Xue Baochai and the yellow-robed girl's eyes widened. The other party spoke with confidence and composure, and all kinds of analysis were at his fingertips. Was this still the rich playboy they were familiar with?
Just as they were at a loss of what to do, a faint voice rang out in the hall, "Let Young Master Jia try." It turned out that it was Huo Qingtong who had spoken.
Huo Ayi and the rest frowned, "But …"
Huo Qingtong forced a smile, "There are still so many people here, I think Young Master Jia will not act recklessly."
Huo Ayi knew that his sister was smarter than others, and since she said so, she naturally had her considerations, "Alright, we will stand guard outside. If he does anything wrong, just give us a shout."
"Okay." Huo Qingtong's face, which was pale from the cold, had a hint of pink.
Song Qingshu's face was gloomy, "Hey, hey, hey, now you are the ones begging me to save him, why do you still have this attitude and not save him?"
Huo Ayi was furious, and directly drew his scimitar and pressed forward, "Brat, are you fooling us?"
Yang Xiao, Yin Yewang, and the rest also stared at him with unfriendly expressions. If not for the yellow-robed girl's face, they would probably have taught him a lesson on the spot.
Xue Baochai could not help but rebuke, "Don't mess around at a time like this, Baoyu."
Song Qingshu turned his head to the side, looking like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.
It was Huo Qingtong who spoke, "Please forgive me, Young Master Jia. My brothers are just worried about me. If I have offended you in any way, I will first apologize to Young Master."
Only then did Song Qingshu's expression soften, "This lady's words are still pleasant to hear. Alright, it would be a waste for such a beautiful girl to die. I will reluctantly save her."
Unlike the others who were angry, Huo Qingtong blinked her eyes and sized up the rich playboy in front of her curiously. She, who had been on the battlefield, was keener than others to notice that this person was different from others.
Huo Qingtong was then helped into the house, and as she watched the other party chase everyone out, she could not help but ask curiously, "What is the treatment going to be?"
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