Song Qingshu had this idea, not because of his past entanglements with Zhang Wuji, but because of his own considerations. If Zhao Min went to the Southern Song Dynasty for peace talks, then the Mongols would most likely attack the Jin or Manchurian Qing. If it was the Jin, then it would be fine, but if it was the Manchurian Qing, then all his previous plans would have to be restarted.
After all, according to his previous plan, he would use the Golden Snake Battalion to grow stronger and slowly digest the strength of the Manchurian Qing. If the Mongols attacked now, even if Song Qingshu overthrew the Manchurian Qing, he would only be inviting a wolf into the house and bringing an even stronger enemy. This was something that Song Qingshu did not want to see.
Hijacking the Mongolian diplomatic mission seemed to be the best deal. As long as the Mongols could not make peace with the Southern Song Dynasty, they would not be able to attack the Manchurian Qing. This would give Song Qingshu plenty of time.
However, Song Qingshu did not make a move immediately. He wanted to observe the fight between Jinlun Fawang and Xuan Cheng. Jinlun Fawang was easy to deal with, after all, he could understand a thing or two from the original work. But as for Xuan Cheng, there were only a few words in the original work. His strength was a mystery.
He had just seen Xuan Cheng use all kinds of Shaolin's 72 Ultimate Techniques. The others were easy to deal with, no matter how exquisite they were, there would always be a way to break them. But that Diamond Indestructible Body was a bit of a headache. Once Xuan Cheng used his divine kung fu, he would be invulnerable to metal and stone, water and fire. Then how could he win? Song Qingshu patted his head.
He thought of some of the martial arts movies in his previous life. There were many similar martial arts. Although this kind of martial arts was invulnerable, there was always a part of the body that could not be trained, and that was the so-called Achilles' heel. This Achilles' heel was extremely fragile, as long as it was hit accurately, it could completely break the opponent's defense.
"Where is this Achilles' heel?" Song Qingshu held his wine cup and stared at the two people fighting. His eyes narrowed and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. According to the rules in the movies, the Achilles' heel was usually at a man's weakest point. But movies were after all fictitious, it was hard to predict whether it was reliable or not. What's more, it was said that Shaolin Temple had an iron blocking skill. If Xuan Cheng also practiced it, wouldn't he only be able to watch?
Zhao Min thoughtfully looked in the direction of Song Qingshu. Looking at his calm and relaxed appearance, her heart was filled with curiosity. In the past, Song Qingshu always gave her the impression of a golden jade on the outside, but a shabby embroidered pillow on the inside. Not long ago, his meridians were all broken, and he looked dispirited. What kind of fortuitous encounter made this man have such an earth-shattering change?
Song Qingshu turned his head thoughtfully and happened to meet Zhao Min's gaze. He couldn't help but smile and nod, which made Zhao Min quickly turn her head away. Her heart was filled with hatred. No matter how he changed, he still looked annoying.
At this time, Jinlun Fawang and Xuan Cheng were fighting. Every time the golden wheel and the Buddhist staff came into contact, there was a sound of friction that made people's teeth ache. At the same time, there was a series of dazzling sparks.
Xuan Cheng's Exorcism Staff technique was incomparably powerful. With a wave of the staff, a formless Gang Qi attacked from afar. Jinlun Fawang was not at a disadvantage either. His right hand waved out and with a crackling sound, Xuan Cheng's formless Gang Qi dissipated.
But the world's Kung Fu originated from Shaolin and Xuan Cheng was known as the Shaolin Temple's number one expert in the last two hundred years. His skills were unfathomable. Even though Jinlun Fawang had the Tantric Sect's [Dragon Elephant Prajna], he still found it difficult to deal with Xuan Cheng. He had no choice but to occasionally use the golden wheel in his left hand to block the Gang Qi.
Seeing that after Xuan Cheng wielded the Buddhist staff, Jinlun Fawang fell into a disadvantage, Zhao Min's eyebrows slightly wrinkled. She glanced at the two elders of Xuan Ming. Seeing the gloating look on their faces, she thought for a moment and understood what the two were thinking. She understood that it was impossible for the two to join hands with Jinlun Fawang at this time.
"Big Monk, no matter what grudges there are between me and the Shaolin Temple, my trip to the South this time is for the peace talks between Mongolia and the Southern Song Dynasty. It is for the sake of saving hundreds of millions of lives. If it is because of you that the world is plunged into misery and suffering, Big Monk, aren't you afraid of going to Avici Hell after you pass away?"
Hearing Zhao Min's words, Xuan Cheng's heart moved. As expected, he had scruples in his actions. He was obviously weighing the pros and cons. Jinlun Fawang finally got a chance to breathe, and finally slowly recovered.
Seeing this situation, Song Qingshu understood that it was no longer possible to watch the fire from the other side. His figure disappeared, and like an arrow, he rushed towards Zhao Min's direction.
Although the two elders of Xuan Ming watched Jinlun Fawang fall into a bitter battle, they did not dare to ignore the safety of the two. Seeing Song Qingshu rushing over, they quickly waved their weapons to meet him.
The corner of Song Qingshu's mouth hung a trace of a sneer. It was unknown when, but there was already a wooden sword in his hand. He lightly waved it towards the two elders of Xuan Ming. The two only felt an incomparably sharp and irresistible Sword Qi faintly penetrating their bodies. Under great shock, they hurriedly dodged to the side.
Seeing that Song Qingshu had arrived in front of her in an instant, Zhao Min was slightly startled and raised her palm to attack. Who knew that her white wrist would be easily grabbed by Song Qingshu's hand. Immediately after, she felt numbness in her waist. Song Qingshu had already sealed her acupuncture point and twisted her arm behind her back.
Lightly smelling the fragrance of the beauty in his arms, Song Qingshu revealed a trace of an expression of appreciation. He said to the two people who were fighting fiercely in the field, "Big Monk, I'll leave here to you, I'll leave first."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingshu hugged Zhao Min and jumped out of the window. After this big change, the two people who were fighting fiercely in the field had already stopped. Jinlun Fawang was both shocked and angry. From afar, he smashed the golden wheel in his hand towards Song Qingshu's back.
Song Qingshu lightly laughed and waved his sword, sending the golden wheel whistling towards him back. Who knew that Xuan Cheng would also send a palm towards him from afar. Feeling the biting cold wind from the palm, Song Qingshu's eyebrows furrowed. With the tip of his foot, he kicked a copper wine jug towards the wind from the palm.
The smooth and round copper jug seemed to have received a heavy blow and was quickly compressed into a thin layer of copper. Before Song Qingshu could react, Zhao Min had already let out a delicate groan. A trace of blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth and her delicate and beautiful face quickly became incomparably white. Song Qingshu's eyes focused. Holding onto Zhao Min's slender waist, he lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and disappeared out of the window like a wisp of smoke.
Just as Jinlun Fawang was about to chase after them, Xuan Cheng had already blocked his way. "It's said that the fastest person in Wulin is Treading on the Sands without a Trace. If you can catch up to me, then you won't be able to live up to your many years of fame."
"Let … let me down." As Song Qingshu was running at high speed, he suddenly heard a voice that was weak but determined.
Estimating that he had completely shaken off his pursuers, Song Qingshu stopped and gently placed Zhao Min under a tree.
"I didn't expect Xuan Cheng to use the Great King Kong Palm, which is the best at transferring strength through objects. I'm really sorry for causing you to be seriously injured." Looking at the bloodless face in front of him, Song Qingshu said apologetically.
Zhao Min slightly furrowed her eyebrows and pushed away Song Qingshu's hands that were supporting her. She struggled to sit up and slightly leaned against the tree. She weakly said, "Leave me here. When my subordinates catch up, they'll naturally be able to save me."
Song Qingshu hesitated for a while and shook his head. "With that monk's skills, I'm afraid your subordinates won't have the ability to save you."
"If they don't have the ability, then do you have the ability?" Zhao Min said in a bad mood. Even though she had seen that Song Qingshu's martial arts were not the same as before, she was still used to looking at Song Qingshu the same way she used to.
"I can naturally save you, but it'll be a bit of a loss for me. You might not be willing." Song Qingshu said with a bitter smile. Zhao Min's martial arts were far inferior to his. If he used this method to save her, his power would probably be reduced by half.
Zhao Min didn't care about Song Qingshu's method of saving her. Instead, she said with a sigh, "Ever since we parted on Mount Shaoshi, I didn't expect you to be able to learn such powerful martial arts."
"On Mount Shaoshi, the princess snuggled up to the side of the Ming Dynasty's Zhang Jiaozhu. What a happy and loving appearance. Isn't she back in Mongolia now and running around for the Ruyang Prince? "Song Qingshu also sat down on the grass and said with a faint smile.
A hint of surprise appeared on Zhao Min's face. She carefully looked at Song Qingshu and said curiously, "At that time, when your meridians were all broken, I thought you were dead for sure. Who knew that not long after, you would rise to fame in the Manchurian Qing Dynasty and quickly become the number one expert in the Manchurian Qing Imperial Court. What kind of fortuitous encounter did you have to have such an earth-shattering change? "
"One life, two luck, three feng shui. All of this can only mean that I'm not fated to die." Song Qingshu curled up one of his legs and put his hand on his knee. He said freely, "On the other hand, the princess, you are clearly seriously injured, but you have so many questions. Aren't you afraid of dying?"
Zhao Min's pretty face blushed and she snorted. "Didn't you just say that you have a way to save me? Why should I worry?"
"How do you know that I will definitely save you?" Song Qingshu asked curiously.
"It doesn't matter whether it's the grudge between you and Zhang … Zhang Wuji, or my identity as the Mongolian Junzhu, I'm more valuable alive than dead." Zhao Min's face was as pale as a sheet of paper. She had barely finished speaking when she coughed up another mouthful of blood.
"You're quite open-minded." Song Qingshu looked at her in surprise. His tone was full of admiration. "However, I'm very curious. What is going on between you and Zhang Wuji? According to what I know, didn't you elope with him? Why did you run back to Mongolia?"
As if he had touched upon something sad, Zhao Min's already pale face became even paler. She said coldly, "It's none of your business."
Song Qingshu did not get angry. Instead, he smiled. "I'm very curious about the reason why the quick-witted princess lost her composure."
Zhao Min snorted coldly. Her face was as cold as frost, but she did not answer.
"Could it be that on the night of your wedding, the princess found out that Zhang Wuji was actually Zhang Wuji?" Song Qingshu speculated with some evil interest.
"Your Excellency is so shameless. No wonder your Sect Leader Zhou likes Brother Wuji more." Zhao Min looked at him disdainfully and said indifferently.
Song Qingshu was no longer the same as before. He was not angered by Zhao Min's sharp and unkind words. Instead, he teased, "Since your Brother Wuji likes my Zhiruo, why don't we get together and piss off those two people? What do you think?"
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