"Alright!" Without hesitation, Song Qingshu handed the map to Patriarch Sunflower.
Patriarch Sunflower's hands trembled as he held the map. He had long since memorized the Clear Yellow Flag's map by heart, and with a quick glance, he knew that it was the real deal. Carefully putting it away, he looked at Song Qingshu and said, "Kid, I'm in a good mood today. Do you want me to help you out?"
Song Qingshu could tell how agitated Patriarch Sunflower was when he saw his wrinkled face twitching uncontrollably. If Song Qingshu asked, he would definitely be willing to help Kangxi. But Song Qingshu shook his head and refused. "This is between me and him. I want to settle things with him alone."
Patriarch Sunflower was stunned. He didn't expect Song Qingshu to be so ungrateful. But it was just a casual remark. His mind was now focused on the Manchurian Qing's dragon vein. So, he said, "Alright, I'll take my leave then." With that, he disappeared like a puff of smoke.
"Compared to Patriarch Sunflower, my lightness skill is still lacking." Song Qingshu was stunned, and couldn't help but sigh.
Night fell. Kangxi was alone in his room dealing with memorials to the throne. At the same time, he was thinking, "Now that Shenjing is completely under my control, the families of the generals are also in my hands. Moreover, Hong Li is dead, and I've sent people to watch over his sons. Everything is a foregone conclusion. After receiving my imperial edict, if nothing unexpected happens, those generals will probably submit … Mm, but I can't be careless. I have to guard against Hong Li's trusted subordinates …"
Kangxi felt irritated as he thought about it. He tossed his brush aside, too lazy to read through the memorials. Suddenly, he thought of Ma Chunhua, and his heart skipped a beat. That innocent girl had now grown into a charming young woman. Especially when he thought of her special status, Kangxi felt a certain part of his body heat up.
"Little Deng, summon Miss Ma."
But there was no response from outside. Kangxi was furious. "This bastard slave! Isn't he afraid of losing his head?" Suddenly, his expression changed as he looked at the figure in the shadow of the pillar.
"Your Majesty, there's no need to shout. Little Deng can't hear you." Song Qingshu walked out step by step.
Kangxi's heart sank, but a warm smile appeared on his face. "Dear Minister Song, why are you looking for me so late at night?"
Song Qingshu was silent for a long time. In the end, he chuckled lightly: "Why does Your Majesty need to pretend to be ignorant?"
Kangxi's expression suddenly became very gloomy. "Do you know that saying such words to Zhen is already a crime of disrespect?"
"I know." Song Qingshu looked at him calmly.
Kangxi felt a gush of cold air creeping up his back. In a deep voice he said, "Song Qingshu, if you withdraw now, Zhen will consider your meritorious service in the past, I will let bygones be bygones."
Hearing Kangxi's words, Song Qingshu smiled. "We've already come to this point. Do you think I'll retreat?"
Kangxi had just eliminated Hong Li, his self-confidence had reached an unprecedented peak. A gush of anger welled up in his heart. Waving his hand, he said in a cold voice, "Kill him."
Following Kangxi's order, four men in black slowly walked out from the darkness, faintly surrounding Song Qingshu in the middle.
"Dear Minister Song, do you really think Zhen doesn't have any kung fu experts under my command?" Kangxi snorted coldly. "The Great Qing has vast territory and abundant resources. Using the imperial court's power, we have collected all kinds of peerless martial art manuals. These people have received the strictest training since childhood, practicing the best martial art. Any one of them in Jianghu is not inferior to any Shaolin or Wudang Sect Leader."
Feeling the murderous aura coming from these men, Song Qingshu frowned. As soon as he heard Kangxi's words, he mercilessly mocked, "I don't dare to say anything about Shaolin Sect Leader, but Wudang Sect Leader … hehe, Zhang Zhenren, let them use only one hand, he won't feel any pressure at all."
Upon hearing this, the men in black became furious. Their leader signaled them to calm down and ridiculed, "We don't dare to say anything about Zhang Zhenren. As for your distinguished self, in our brothers' eyes, you are nothing more than a chicken or a stray dog. Wasn't that so-called number one expert of Shengjing, True Jade, killed by me in one move? "
In his early years, True Jade had fought Golden Snake King Yuan Chengzhi to a draw. After relying on Hong Li, he swept through Shengjing and was invincible. For a time, he was in the limelight, but in the end, he was easily defeated by Song Qingshu several times. This made the people of the world increasingly feel that Song Qingshu was unfathomable. However, these men in black had easily killed True Jade, so they naturally didn't think that Song Qingshu was anything special.
"Oh?" Song QingShu was startled. True Jade could be considered a top-notch expert in Jianghu. Moreover, his qinggong was outstanding, yet he had died in their hands. It was truly inconceivable. "True Jade died just like that?"
Seeing a trace of arrogance on the other side's face, Song Qingshu's expression became dignified. Perhaps these people would be somewhat troublesome.
"Tell me your name. Song Mou has never killed a Nameless person." Song Qingshu was no longer the same as before, so he quickly calmed down and lightly said.
"When you see the King of Hell, remember to tell him that the one who killed you is Wei Mo!" Just as his voice fell, the leader of the group disappeared.
With a flash of blade light, Wei Mo had already returned to his original position. A drop of bright and glistening blood hung on the tip of the blade.
"Your blade is very fast." Song Qingshu looked at the wound on his shoulder and said with a tone of praise.
Although he had clearly gained the upper hand in the first move, Wei Mo's face didn't show any joy. He bitterly smiled and said, "Your qinggong is even faster."
"What is this move called?" Song Qingshu curiously asked.
"Meteor Fall." Wei Mo said in a deep voice. Although he wasn't famous, he was a rare martial arts prodigy. After mastering all kinds of martial arts, he created a move called "Meteor Fall." From then on, he only needed one move to kill anyone. Even someone as strong as True Jade was no exception. Unfortunately, in the end, Song Qingshu still managed to dodge it.
"As expected, it's as fast as a meteor." As he spoke, Song Qingshu already had the wooden sword in his hand. "Then, please have a taste of my move."
Wei Mo didn't dare to be careless anymore. He hurriedly called for the others to attack together.
Song Qingshu casually raised his sword and swung it behind him. The despairing eyes of the other three black-clothed men reflected the sword images that filled the sky. Even after using all their skills, they still couldn't stop the sword Qi from penetrating their bodies.
Seeing this, Wei Mo's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. With a roar, he used 120% of his power. Under the combination of grief and anger, this move had already surpassed his previous limit. Seeing that Song Qingshu's wooden sword was still behind him, Wei Mo was confident that Song Qingshu could no longer dodge it.
Suddenly, Wei Mo's expression changed. He saw that the wooden sword in Song Qingshu's hand was like an antelope hanging its horn. It very naturally turned to the front. His opponent's every move was clearly seen, yet his slow and leisurely move was able to arrive first even though it was launched later.
Looking down at the wooden sword in his chest, Wei Mo unwillingly asked, "What's the name of this move?"
"I just realized it recently. I haven't had the time to name it …" Seeing Wei Mo's face full of regret, Song Qingshu couldn't bear to see it. Suddenly, he thought of a certain manga from his previous life and quickly said, "Oh, let's call it Sword Twenty-Three."
"Sword Twenty-Three? Good swordsmanship, good swordsmanship … "The light in Wei Mo's eyes finally dimmed.
Seeing four top-notch experts die so easily at the hands of Song Qingshu, Kangxi quickly ran into the inner hall, shouting as he ran, "Patriarch, save me, Patriarch, save me …" His voice stopped abruptly. Unbeknownst to him, Song Qingshu was already standing in front of him, the wooden sword in his hand pointed at his throat.
"Are you hoping for Patriarch Sunflower to save you?" A hint of regret appeared on Song Qingshu's face. "He's long since left for Changbai Mountain in search of your Qing Dynasty's dragon vein."
"Forty-two-chapter Sutra?" Kangxi quickly realized the crux of the matter. "So you really did kill Wei Xiaobao."
"I didn't kill Xiaobao. He really did die at the hands of Princess Jianning." Song Qingshu sighed.
"What's the difference between Jianning killing him and you killing him?" Kangxi sneered. "That blockhead Jianning didn't even know that he was being used before he died."
"It seems that Your Majesty has long suspected this," Song Qingshu said, putting away his wooden sword and sighing.
Kangxi was, after all, a fierce and ambitious man of his generation. After his initial panic, he quickly calmed down. Even though he knew that he was going to die for sure, he didn't want to show the slightest bit of embarrassment. "That's right. As soon as I heard about what happened in Shanhai Pass, I knew that there was something fishy about it. After that, I asked the others in the mission about what happened that day. After countless deductions about the mastermind, I came to the conclusion that you were the only possibility. "
"Why didn't Your Majesty punish me then?" Song Qingshu was very impressed with Kangxi's calmness.
"After all, you're a rare talent. I thought I could see through you. I wanted to make full use of you, then get rid of you to avenge Wei Xiaobao. Who knew that would be the biggest mistake I've made in my life. "Kangxi seemed very upset.
"There's no need to regret it, Your Majesty. You've actually succeeded. If I hadn't heard someone's words, I wouldn't have realized that you've already seen through all my plans. "Song Qingshu said with lingering fear.
"Hehe, indeed, when I first saw you, I knew that you weren't willing to be under someone else's command. Sooner or later, you'll rebel against me …" Kangxi smiled bitterly. "But the winner takes all. There's no point in saying more. Compared to this, I'm more curious. If you kill me now, other than a pitiful reputation, what benefits do you get? "
Song Qingshu was silent for a while. He took out a mask that was as thin as a cicada's wing and put it on his face. He didn't say anything and just looked at Kangxi quietly.
"Good, good, good! Your Majesty's plan is profound and your preparation is thorough. It's not an injustice for me to lose. " Looking at the face in front of him that was exactly the same as his, endless coldness emerged from the depths of Kangxi's bones. He couldn't help but tremble all over. Now that things had come to this, he was completely in despair.
"This is the disguise technique that a little servant girl from Gusu's Murong family taught me. I've always believed that it's much more useful than the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Techniques." Thinking of the time when Icy Snow brought him to Swallow Dock to seek medical treatment, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a trace of warmth in his heart.
"Song Qingshu, I only have one request before I die." Kangxi's face was pale. He used all his strength to make his voice not tremble so much.
"As long as it's not too much, I can promise you anything." Looking at the man in front of him who seemed like an enemy yet a friend, Song Qingshu said sincerely.
"Be a good Emperor for me." Kangxi finally calmed down.
Song Qingshu was stunned. He never expected that Kangxi's last words would be this. When he was about to ask, he saw Kangxi pick up a knife from the ground. With a rather insolent expression, he said, "Hehe, I'm the Son of Heaven. Other than the heavens, only I can take my life." After saying that, he raised the knife and committed suicide.
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