"You!" Zhao Min's eyes widened and she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. She gasped and said with hatred, "Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself?"
"I did. I think I'm a little more handsome than Zhang Wuji." Song Qingshu said with a smile.
Zhao Min snorted coldly and turned her head away. She let Song QingShu tease her in every way; she pursed her lips and ignored him.
Seeing that Zhao Min didn't respond, Song Qingshu felt bored and said, "Aren't you curious about how I can save you?"
Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Zhao Min was still indifferent, but her trembling eyelashes showed that she wasn't as calm as she looked.
"In fact, it's not difficult to save you, but it's not easy either. In the end, it's still very difficult." Song Qingshu sighed.
"What are you talking about?" Zhao Min was amused by Song Qingshu's explanation and said impatiently.
"Because if I want to save you in my way, I have to take off your clothes first." Song Qingshu didn't mention the Mandkesvara Dhyana, but used ambiguous words to refer to Zhao Min. After all, he and Zhao Min were enemies, and Song Qingshu didn't want her to know too much about it. Otherwise, with her intelligence, she would have to bear the name of a pervert for the rest of her life.
"Bah!" Zhao Min scolded angrily, "I'd rather die than let you save me."
Song Qingshu shrugged helplessly as if he had expected it. "I told you that you wouldn't want to. Besides, it would take a lot of energy to save you. I'm not related to you at all. Even if you really take off your clothes and beg me to save you, I may not be willing to do it. "
Zhao Min was so angry that she laughed, "Will I take off my clothes and beg you?"
"Nothing is absolute in this world. It's really hard to say." Song Qingshu said calmly as usual.
"Dream on! Cough, cough …" Zhao Min was so angry that she coughed violently. Her vision darkened, and she almost fell to the ground.
Song QingShu hurriedly supported her shoulders. Seeing that her usually white and rosy skin was frighteningly pale, he quickly pulled her hands up. He did not even have the time to savor the smooth touch as he continuously infused his Innate Qi into her body.
In a daze, Zhao Min felt that her whole body was bathed in a warm atmosphere. She slowly woke up and found that she was half lying in Song QingShu's arms. She hurriedly used her remaining strength to push him away.
"Don't move, Xuan Cheng's skill is no small matter, I don't hesitate to use my true essence to prolong your life. Princess, you're a heroine of the prairie. Why are you acting like those frail girls of the Han people? Why do you care about some superfluous formalities? "Song QingShu pressed Zhao Min's shoulder gently and said in a deep voice.
Zhao Min's first reaction was that she would rather die than let him save her. However, she was not an ordinary woman after all. In addition, she had too many concerns in her heart. It would be a pity if she died suddenly. After weighing the pros and cons, she acquiesced to Song Qingshu's help. However, lying in his arms like this was absolutely out of the question.
"You … help me sit down against the tree. I don't … don't be like this." Zhao Min was seriously injured. Her voice was delicate and weak, with a trace of poignant temptation. Even a stone-hearted person would not be able to refuse.
Song Qingshu did not want to take advantage of her. He firmly held her palm with one hand and continuously transferred his internal strength to her. With the other hand, he carefully helped her sit down against the tree trunk.
Just like that, after the time it took for a stick of incense to burn, Zhao Min gradually regained her spirit. She could feel the pure and gentle True Qi that Song QingShu had transferred into her body. She couldn't help but look at him in surprise. "I didn't expect your internal energy to be so strong. I'm afraid it's not inferior to Wuji's …" She suddenly thought of something and frowned. She forcefully swallowed the word 'brother' back down.
"No less than that of Zhang Wuji?" Song Qingshu smiled faintly and said, "His Nine Yang Divine Skill has been practiced to the Advanced Realm. His internal strength is endless. In terms of internal strength, I'm afraid few people in the world can beat him. However, Nine Yang Divine Skill is a mortal martial art after all. It has its limit … "
Hearing this, Zhao Min could not help but pout and said angrily, "You're talking as if you've learned immortal martial arts."
Song Qingshu moved his gaze away from Zhao Min's thin and moist lips without leaving a trace. He only shook his head and did not explain himself. Although no one had successfully practiced the Joy Dhyana of Tantra since ancient times, it was still possible to become an immortal. Although Song Qingshu was more obsessed with the mortal world and had no interest in becoming an immortal, he subconsciously felt that the Joy Dhyana should be better than Nine Yang Divine Skill. After all, after returning from Tufan, his cultivation speed of internal Qi could be described as magical.
"How long are you going to hold my hand?" Zhao Min was also a martial artist. Naturally, she knew that her internal injury had temporarily stabilized. Her little hand was being held by Song Qingshu, which made her restless.
"You should thank your savior first." Although Song Qingshu said so, he had already let go of Zhao Min's hand.
As soon as she was free, Zhao Min quickly withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted. She hid it behind her and secretly wiped it. Hearing Song Qingshu's teasing words, she said indignantly, "If you hadn't suddenly taken me hostage, I wouldn't have been so seriously injured."
"I didn't know that the monk Xuan Cheng would be so cruel and merciless as to destroy a flower. He even used the Buddha's Vajra Fist, a hidden martial art that can hit a cow from a mountain." Song Qingshu also felt very depressed. He had wanted to kidnap Zhao Min. On the one hand, he could temporarily destroy the Mongolian strategic plan of making friends from afar and attacking from afar. On the other hand, he could also get enough benefits from Prince Ruyang. But now he only had a half-dead princess. If something really happened to Zhao Min, he would not be able to explain himself.
"None of those stinky monks from Shaolin Temple are good people." Speaking of this, Zhao Min and Song Qingshu agreed with each other for the first time. "When the Mongolians unify the world in the future, I will definitely destroy Shaolin Temple."
"I know that Your Highness is very powerful, but don't be too happy too early," Song Qingshu said in a deep voice. "I'm only temporarily using my Vital Energy to keep you alive. You have to get treatment as soon as possible."
Zhao Min's face turned red, and her chest rose and fell rapidly again. "Don't mention that disgusting method of yours."
"Don't always look at me with such a disdainful gaze." Song Qingshu stood up and patted the dirt off his body. "If I really wanted to do something to you, I wouldn't have to go through all this trouble. With the difference in our martial arts, and the fact that we're a man and a woman, do you think you can stop me if I come to take off your clothes right now? "
Zhao Min was shocked. She gripped her collar tightly with both hands. "If you dare to do that, I'll bite my tongue and commit suicide. Just wait for the endless pursuit of the Mongolians." Even in such a panicked situation, her heart was like a mirror. She knew that the only thing that could make Song Qingshu worry about right now was the power of the Mongolians.
"I'm just making an example. You don't have to be so agitated. You might get injured." Song Qingshu raised his hands and slowly took a few steps back to show that he did not mean any harm.
Seeing that Zhao Min had finally calmed down, Song Qingshu could not help but want to play a prank. He smiled and said, "Actually, Your Highness, it won't affect you even if you bite your tongue and commit suicide. Haven't you heard of the saying, 'While the heat is hot'?"
"While the heat is hot?" Zhao Min was stunned, but she was famous for being clever. She understood Song Qingshu's meaning after thinking for a while. She was so angry that her body trembled. She pointed at Song Qingshu and scolded, "How can you be so shameless!"
"Your Highness, please don't misunderstand. I'm just trying to completely dispel the idea of suicide. If you still think that it's not enough, I have a lot of ways." Song Qingshu paced back and forth as he said, "If Your Highness really dares to commit suicide, I'll strip you naked and hang you in front of the Shaolin Temple's gate on Mount Song. After all, Xuancheng was the one who injured you, so the monks won't be wronged. Tsk tsk, when the people in Jianghu talk about this wonder, will they guess that Your Highness was abandoned by an eminent monk of the Shaolin Temple and committed suicide because you couldn't get over it … "
While Song QingShu was talking excitedly, he inadvertently saw Zhao Min's tearful and somewhat frightened eyes. He suddenly felt that this scene was familiar and recalled that he had once scared Zhou Zhiruo like this. For a moment, he could not help but sigh and could not continue the rest of his words.
Although Zhao Min was resourceful, she had never met a person like Song Qingshu who did not play by common sense. The scene described by Song Qingshu involuntarily appeared in her mind, and her pretty face became pale. She was really scared.
"Stop, stop talking. I won't commit suicide."
"If I had been so cooperative, I wouldn't have said these disgusting words." At this time, Song Qingshu felt a little embarrassed.
Zhao Min's thin lips were tightly closed, and she looked as if she still had a lingering fear. She didn't want to talk to him.
"Your injury is too serious. There are no more than three people in the world who can save you, and I'm one of them. Are you sure you don't want me to save you?" Song Qingshu asked for the last time. Of course, he knew her choice.
"Humph!" Zhao Min's face was cold. As expected, she refused without hesitation. "Tell me about the other two."
"One of them is Reverend Yideng, one of the Five Masters of the Central Plains. His One Yang Finger specializes in treating internal injuries and can bring the dead back to life. But once he uses it, he can't use kung fu for several years, so he won't use it easily. Moreover, Reverend Yideng is in Dali. Even if he is willing to save you, he is far away. "Song Qingshu sighed.
"That's not necessarily true." Zhao Min thought to herself. The Mongolian leaders once discussed an expedition to Dali from Guizhou, Hunan, and Hubei to surround Xiangyang City in the Southern Song Dynasty. As long as they used this plan cleverly, it wouldn't be difficult to lure Reverend Yideng to save them. Unfortunately, the problem now was that they were too far away. "What about the other one?"
"There are actually four of them. They are the Four Miraculous Doctors in the world." Song Qingshu remembered that his meridians were all broken and he had pinned his last hope on them. Although they couldn't cure him, it shouldn't be a problem for them to cure Zhao Min's injury. If he remembered correctly, in the original novel, when Azhu went to the Shaolin Temple to steal the Yijin Jing, she was also injured by the Buddha's King Kong Palm. Qiao Feng took her to Doctor Xue, and soon Azhu recovered.
"One of the Four Miraculous Doctors in the world, Zhang Wuji replaced Hu Qingniu. You can go to him." Song Qingshu said teasingly, but in his mind, he was guessing what had happened between the two.
"Someone else." As expected, Zhao Min refused expressionlessly.
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