"No!" Zhao Min raised her eyebrows and firmly refused.
"It's separated by clothes." Song Qingshu said with a headache, "Besides, it's not like I'm going to touch you."
Seeing that Zhao Min was still sitting there in silence, Song Qingshu teased, "I know what you're worried about. Don't worry, this matter is known only to you and me. I won't tell Zhang Wuji."
Zhao Min was so angry that she laughed. Speechlessly, she looked up at him and said, "Of course it's not because of this."
"Men and women are not allowed to touch?" Song Qingshu asked.
"Hmm …" After a long time, Zhao Min let out an almost inaudible snort.
"Didn't I just carry you out of the inn? Anyway, it's not allowed to touch. Why are you still so conflicted? " Song Qingshu didn't care about Zhao Min's protest. He put one hand behind her neck and the other under her legs and carried her horizontally.
Surrounded by the masculine scent, Zhao Min only felt that all the hairs on her body stood up. She struggled with all her might, but it was to no avail. Instead, the contact and friction with Song Qingshu's body made her blush, and she quickly calmed down.
Song Qingshu only felt that the beauty in his arms was soft as if there were no bones. He couldn't help but wonder, "Princess was born in the grasslands, and your body is graceful and graceful. I didn't expect your body to be as light as the women of Jiangnan."
"Have you hugged many women of Jiangnan?" As soon as he said this, Zhao Min secretly regretted it. This kind of conversation was too much like that between lovers.
No matter how thick-skinned Song Qingshu was, he couldn't brag about his relationship with other women in front of a woman. He could only smile awkwardly.
The two fell into silence. Zhao Min inadvertently saw that Song Qingshu's toes touched the ground, and the two of them moved dozens of feet. She couldn't help but turn pale and said, "Your Qinggong …"
"Why, it's not bad, right?" Song Qingshu looked down at her and smiled, revealing a row of snow-white teeth.
Zhao Min evaded his gaze with a rather complicated expression. She muttered, "It's more than 'not bad'; I have seen a lot of martial art masters. In terms of 'qing gong', the most brilliant are the Green Wing Bat King Wei Yixiao and Zhang … Zhang Wuji. Although Wei Yixiao's speed is fast enough, his lack of internal energy has doomed him to be unable to last long. Zhang … Zhang's' qing gong 'is also very good, but his advantage lies in the endless internal energy provided by the Jiu Yang Shen Gong.
"Not only is you fast, but your breathing is long and your internal energy is strong. Zhang … Zhang's Qinggong is also very good. s, but he. After Zhao Min finished speaking, she sighed with emotion in her heart. As the saying goes, a scholar who has been away for three days should be looked at with new eyes. Song QingShu had perfectly illustrated this saying.
"To be able to beat Zhang Wuji once in the princess's mouth, my hard work in the past has not been in vain." Song Qingshu had a proud expression. He thought that in the past, he was an existence that could talk and laugh with Dongfang Bubai, a master of Qinggong. How hard could it be to shock a little girl?
Zhao Min's expression darkened. She was not in the mood to reply. Coupled with her weak body after being seriously injured, she quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Night gradually fell. Feeling the sleeping Zhao Min's body tremble in his arms, Song Qingshu quickly realized that he ran too fast and was hit by the cold wind. He quickly transferred a stream of internal energy into Zhao Min's body. In a daze, she felt a warm current enter her body. Zhao Min felt so comfortable that she let out a sweet moan.
When Zhao Min woke up and realized that she was sleeping next to a fire, her first reaction was to lower her head and check her clothes. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she confirmed that they were intact.
Looking at Song Qingshu's coat on the ground, Zhao Min was stunned. She did not expect him to be so considerate.
"You don't have to be touched. If you were to die from the cold, no one would be able to fulfill the conditions you promised me. Wouldn't I have suffered a great loss?" Sitting nearby, Song Qingshu had his eyes closed, but he could sense everything.
"You think too highly of yourself." Zhao Min snorted, but she didn't say anything else. She used her hands to support herself and struggled to sit up, but she accidentally affected the injury on her back. She frowned and couldn't help but let out a groan.
"How are you?" Song Qingshu opened his eyes and was about to get up to take a look. But he immediately realized that she might not appreciate his kindness, so he did not get up.
"Where are we now?" Zhao Min looked around. The two of them were in a forest. It was pitch-black everywhere. Thinking that they were alone, she subconsciously felt a little scared.
"We are only twenty to thirty li away from Feng City. I saw that it was late and the city gates were probably closed. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, we did not continue on our way," Song Qingshu said.
Zhao Min clutched her chest and looked at him in confusion. "A mere city wall can stop you?"
"Of course I have no problem, but I'm afraid that your injuries will not be able to withstand the ups and downs," Song Qingshu explained after a moment of hesitation.
Zhao Min's lips parted slightly, but she did not say anything in the end. However, she still felt a warmth in her heart.
"We'll enter the city at dawn tomorrow, but your appearance is a problem. Even a fool can tell that you're a woman disguised as a man, and you're so handsome. I'm worried that the soldiers guarding the gate will have evil thoughts about you," Song Qingshu said with a hint of schadenfreude.
"If anyone dares to be rude to me, you will help me kill him." Zhao Min's pretty face turned cold. She did not care about the lives of these ordinary people at all. Song Qingshu shook his head. "I will not kill unless it is necessary."
"Then what did Wudang's Mo Qixia say?" Zhao Min said sarcastically. She hated Song Qingshu so much because Song Qingshu had killed Mo Shenggu, causing her and Zhang Wuji to be misunderstood by Song YuanQiao and the others.
Song QingShu was silent for a while before he said, "It's precisely because I committed a grave mistake in the past that I reflected on the painful experience and swore not to casually kill people. Can't you see that the sword I use is a wooden sword?"
Hearing his words, Zhao Min's bad impression of him disappeared by a large margin. Instead, a trace of admiration rose in her heart. "It's the greatest virtue to know one's mistakes and correct them. I'm very curious now. What kind of encounter could make you undergo nirvana rebirth and be reborn, as if you've become a completely different person?"
"When all the meridians in your body are broken, all the loved ones in the world have left you, and there is no hope for the future, it is difficult for you to not change." Thinking of the despair on Mount Shaoshi when he had just transmigrated to this world, Song Qingshu's voice was incomparably cold.
Although Song Qingshu did not go into details, Zhao Min could still imagine the hardships he had encountered in Jianghu. She could not help but sigh. "It is a pity that Brother Wuji could not save you. Otherwise, you would not have to suffer so much later."
"Zhang Wuji?" Song Qingshu sneered.
"I know you have always hated him because of what happened to Zhou Zhiruo. But at that time, he did not care about the grudge between the two of you and still wanted to save you. It is fine that you are not grateful to him, but why are you still angry at him? " Feeling Song Qingshu's strong hostility, although Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji had temporarily fallen out, she was still somewhat unhappy.
"He saved you?" Song Qingshu snorted, but he did not want to speak ill of Zhang Wuji in front of Zhao Min, so he did not tell her the truth. "I really do not want to say more about the rights and wrongs. I believe that the truth will come to light one day."
Zhao Min still wanted to say something, but she suddenly remembered something and suddenly became silent. She was originally an extremely intelligent person, and it did not take long for her to feel upset. When she touched upon some key issues, she subconsciously shifted her attention and did not want to think about it further.
Thinking of the wooden sword Song Qingshu mentioned just now, she recalled the magnificence of Song Qingshu's sword in the inn. She could not help but look at him curiously. "Can your wooden sword really hurt people?"
"Whether or not it can hurt the enemy depends on the person holding the sword, not the sword itself." Song Qingshu said lightly.
"Can I see your wooden sword?" Zhao Min could not hide the curiosity in her heart and asked softly.
"Then can I see your dudou?" Song Qingshu asked back.
"You!" Zhao Min's face suddenly turned red, and her almond-shaped eyes widened. She glared at Song Qingshu. "What do you mean!"
"Nothing. It's just that in Jianghu, the unique weapon is related to one's life. How can it be easily shown to others? It is just like the dudou of you girls, which is usually not shown to others. "Song Qingshu explained.
"You are twisting words and forcing logic." Zhao Min snorted in annoyance. "I'm afraid you hired a blacksmith to forge a sword, and then painted a layer of wooden paint on the door. Then, you announced to the public that you were using a wooden sword. How shameless of you!"
Even though Zhao Min's cheeks were pale due to her serious injury, she still had a lively expression on her face. Under the illumination of the firelight, she appeared incomparably tender and beautiful. Song QingShu sighed and said, "Junzhu only wanted to see my sword, why did you deliberately provoke me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand. A wooden sword flew out of his sleeve and accurately stuck in the ground in front of Zhao Min.
Zhao Min secretly praised his exquisite control of strength. She hastily stretched out her hand and cautiously touched the edge of the wooden sword. Under the reflection of the firelight, her slender fingers looked as if they were snow white and translucent, as if they were transparent.
Seeing Zhao Min's delicate and naive look as if she was facing a formidable enemy, Song Qingshu couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry. I said it is a wooden sword. Even if you take it and cut your neck, it won't cut a layer of skin."
Zhao Min's face turned red. She grabbed the wooden sword and said, "I am not that stupid." Her fingertips gently touched the sword, and a trace of surprise appeared on her face. "It really is a wooden sword."
Song Qingshu spread his hands. "Now you believe me. Give it back to me."
"No!" Zhao Min subconsciously put the wooden sword behind her back and wrinkled her nose. "Tell me first, how can an ordinary wooden sword hurt people?"
Zhao Min could not hide the longing in her voice. She had grown up among experts, so she had seen all kinds of martial arts. But Song QingShu's wooden sword was like a breath of fresh air to her.
"When you planned to massacre the WuTang Mountain, it's not like you haven't seen Zhang Wuji use a wooden sword." Song Qingshu was speechless.
"He is just taking advantage of the deep internal energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill. In my opinion, Zhang Sanfeng's Taiji Sword is only so-so." Zhao Min had just finished cursing when she suddenly remembered that the person in front of her was also a member of the WuTang Sect. She couldn't help but stick out her tongue guiltily.
"It doesn't matter. I have been expelled from WuTang anyway." Seeing her suddenly revealing a delicate expression, Song Qingshu smiled knowingly. "Why don't you tell me why you think the Taiji Sword is only so-so?"
Zhao Min was about to speak when she suddenly noticed that Song Qingshu's expression changed. He was staring at the road not far away. He said in a deep voice, "There are people coming in this direction, and there are a lot of them."
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