Then, Song Qingshu glanced at Heavenly Mountain Tonglao and said, "Especially you. People say that you don't need to make a second move to kill someone, but this time, you joined hands with others to deal with a junior. It's really embarrassing."
Putting her hands behind her back, Heavenly Mountain Tonglao said like an elder, "It's fine if it's someone else, but I don't have to follow the rules when dealing with the Zhao and Song royals. Otherwise, I would be ashamed to face my master."
Only then did Song Qingshu remember that her master was Pan Lang, the Unfettered One. He was the sixth son of Chai Rong, Chai Xijin, who was adopted by Pan Mei. The Unfettered One spent his whole life planning to overthrow the Song Dynasty and restore the Great Zhou Dynasty. After his death, he handed over his will to Heavenly Mountain Tonglao and the other disciples. However, they were trapped by love and wasted too many opportunities.
Being raised by Pan Lang, they naturally didn't have any good feelings for the Zhao and Song royals.
"Success or failure is all in the past. I don't want to interfere with what happened in the past, but I want to take her away now. Is that okay?" Song Qingshu pointed at the yellow-robed woman.
Heavenly Mountain Tonglao frowned slightly and didn't speak. Fu Yaohong giggled and said, "Prince Song is a kind man, and we have to give him face. Please help yourself."
The yellow-robed woman said immediately, "And the Crown Prince."
At this moment, Heavenly Mountain Tonglao snorted and said, "We can't let you take the Crown Prince away!"
"What if I insist?" Song Qingshu also wanted to ask about the details of the incident in Huzhou, but he felt that it was too ridiculous. There must be something hidden in it.
"Little Song, don't go too far!" Heavenly Mountain Tonglao snorted and waved her hand, shooting several Life-Death Notes at the Crown Prince.
The Life-Death Notes could make people beg for death, but they could also kill people instantly. Her Life-Death Notes were aimed at the Crown Prince's Achilles' heel, and once they hit the target, he would die instantly.
Song QingShu's body flashed, and he swept the Life-Death Notes aside with his sleeves.
Obviously, Heavenly Mountain Tonglao didn't expect to succeed with these Life-Death Notes. She attacked Song Qingshu while he was saving the Crown Prince. Her small pink hands seemed to be waving very slowly, but they left afterimages in the air. With her wide sleeves, she looked like a fairy.
Heavenly Mountain Plum Breaking Hand!
Song Qingshu couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. The martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect were not only powerful but also beautiful. Xiaoyao Zi was really a dragon among men.
Tian Shan Tonglao attacked him several times in a row, but he dodged all of her attacks easily. She knew that he was giving in to her on purpose. She could not help but feel annoyed. "Why don't you fight back?"
In the past, when she was dealing with the Island Masters of the 36 Isles and the 72 Caves, she could basically take their lives with a single move. Now that she was dealing with a young 'junior' like Song Qingshu, he had to intentionally go easy on her. This made her feel deeply humiliated.
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and said, "With our relationship, I really don't want to fight." "Who has anything to do with you?" Tianshan Tonggra shouted and her attacks became fiercer and fiercer.
Fu Yaohong might have admired Tianshan Tonglao's martial arts, but she knew that she alone would not be Song Qingshu's opponent. She laughed coquettishly and joined the fight. "Prince Song, this concerns the fortune of the Great Zhou Dynasty. I have no choice but to offend you."
Once she joined the fight, the pressure on Tianshan Tonglao lessened. Even Song Qingshu did not dare to be careless. Tianshan Tonglao could be said to be half a step away from being a grandmaster, and Fu Yaohong was not much weaker. If they worked together, he had to fight back.
At that moment, Fu Yaohong's shock was far greater than his. Even though she knew that Song Qingshu was strong, she did not expect him to be so strong. If she worked together with Tianshan Tonglao, she was even confident that she could fight against Pang Ban. After all, both of them came from the sacred order. Pang Ban was the leader of Devil Face Sect, and she could be considered as one of the best in Yin Weed Faction. There might be a difference between them, but if Tianshan Tonglao joined the fight, they would definitely be able to make up for it.
But right now, even if they used everything they had, it was difficult for them to injure Song Qingshu. In fact, she could clearly sense that he was still holding back. When she thought of this, she could not help but feel a little discouraged. It was truly frustrating to compare oneself to others. She had been gathering powerful fighters from all walks of life for decades and practiced the secret manuals of the sacred order, but she could not compare to such a young person.
The only thing worth rejoicing about was that her disciple, Dan Yuru, had a good relationship with him. Strictly speaking, they were on the same side.
Unlike Fu Yaohong's relaxed state of mind, Tianshan Tonglao was enraged at that moment. It had to be known that she was the eldest senior sister among the Three Carefree Elders, and her martial arts were also higher than Li Qiushui and Wu Ya Zi's. She had always been prideful, but now, she could not win against a young man even when she worked together with someone else. This made her, who always cared about her reputation, feel a little embarrassed.
Song Qingshu groaned in his heart. As the saying went, one could offend anyone but a woman. Right now, Tianshan Tonglao was fighting with her life on the line. Sometimes, she would not even let go of her attacks and would attack him with all her might, which made him feel like his hands were tied.
"Big Brother Song, the crown prince is about to die!" At that moment, the yellow-robed woman by the side cried out in surprise. She had gone to check on the crown prince just now and found that his injuries were so severe that it was difficult to heal him. He was already on the verge of death.
Song Qingshu was shocked. He immediately attacked and forced the two women to retreat. He moved in a flash and arrived next to the crown prince. When he saw that the crown prince's face was as pale as a sheet, he breathed in less than he breathed out.
He hurriedly channeled his inner force into the crown prince and asked, "What is going on in Hu Province?"
When the crown prince opened his eyes and saw that it was him, he revealed a surprised and complicated expression. His lips moved, but he did not say anything for a long time.
Song Qingshu frowned and channeled another inner force into the crown prince. It was only then that the crown prince came back to his senses and said, "I didn't think that I would have to rely on you to save the Song Dynasty in the end … You have to be careful of Zhao … Zhao …"
He stammered out a few words, then stretched out his legs and breathed his last.
"Crown Prince!" The yellow-robed woman looked sad. She did not have any feelings for the crown prince, but he was the legitimate heir of the Song Dynasty after all. Now that Zhao Gou had died in the coup, the crown prince was dead, and Prince Yi of Mount Wudang was also dead, there were not many capable people left in the royal family.
Song Qingshu, however, frowned. Why did this fellow make it seem like he was acting in a television drama? He did not say the most important information, but said some unimportant things first. Who exactly did he want me to be careful of?
"Amitabha!"
At this moment, a peaceful Buddha's name sounded. The voice seemed to be full of compassion, which made people subconsciously feel deep respect. Even without seeing it, they knew that it was an eminent monk.
Song Qingshu looked at the white-browed old monk who was slowly walking over and could not help but feel a chill in his heart. "I was wondering how they could change dynasties so easily. Seeing that you are here, everything makes sense."
"After leaving Mount Wudang, Almsgiver Song is even more elegant than before. It is really admirable," the white-browed monk said with emotion.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly and said, "When you were seriously injured on Mount Wudang, everyone thought that you would not live for long. I did not expect that you not only survived, but also recovered your martial arts to the peak. This is admirable."
The old monk in front of him was naturally the Sweeping Monk. When he was sneakily attacked by Jia Shidao on Mount Wudang, he was hit in the back by a Great Grandmaster's punch. But now he looked like he was fine, which was really surprising.
The Sweeping Monk sighed and said, "I am indebted to the protection of the ancestors. The Yi Jin Jing and the North Underworld Divine Skill are both broad and profound, so I was lucky to be alive."
Song Qingshu secretly sighed. The Yi Jin Jing was the highest martial arts classic of the Buddhism, and the North Underworld Divine Skill was the best secret of the Xiaoyao Sect. The Sweeping Monk had mastered both Buddhism and Taoism, so he was really unfathomable.
At the same time, he also remembered the question on Mount Wudang. At that time, he felt that the injury of the Sweeping Monk was not as serious as he thought, but he did not think about it and thought it was his illusion.
Song Qingshu suddenly thought of something and looked in three directions, "Since the three divine monks are here, why don't you show up together?"
"Amitabha!"
Three Buddha's names sounded, and three old monks appeared in three directions. One of them had a yellow face and one eye, one had a pale face, and the last one was as black as charcoal.
Each of them had a long black rope in their hands. They were none other than the three divine monks Du Er, Du Jie, and Du Nan who had rendered Zhang Wuji helpless at the Lion-slaying Convention.
"King Kong Demon Subduing Ring?" Song Qingshu said in a deep voice, "It seems that you want to keep me here?"
The Sweeping Monk said in a deep voice, "Donor Song, I have always admired your noble ambition. If it were any other time, I would definitely invite you to have tea and talk. However, this matter involves the hatred of the country and family. Donor Song's status is special, and your martial arts are too high. I am not sure if I can win. Forgive us for not being moral in Jianghu."
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