"Is that so? Then I wonder if you can kill the famous Gusu Murong Fu?" Ping Yizhi laughed coldly.
"Murong Fu?" Song Qingshu was startled. Speaking of which, when his meridians were all broken, it was thanks to Murong Fu's help that he was able to learn about the Godly Radiating Scripture from Wang Yuyan. At that time, he swore in his heart that one day, he would return the favor.
Although not long after, because Jiu Mozhi kidnapped Wang Yuyan, a series of coincidences led to the two of them fighting each other, but Song Qingshu still did not forget the favor between him and Wang Yuyan.
"You were bragging so loudly just now, and now you're backing down?" Ping Yizhi said impatiently when he saw Song Qingshu standing there in a daze.
"I wonder how Prince Murong offended Mister Ping to the point that Mister Ping wants to kill him?" Song Qingshu thought that if there were any misunderstandings between the two, it would be best if he could solve it himself, so there was no need to make a move against Murong Fu.
"You don't have to worry about that. Don't blame me for not reminding you, if you continue to make excuses, I'm afraid your companion will not be able to be saved." Ping Yizhi did not give in. He was certain that Song Qingshu would agree to his conditions.
"But Prince Murong is far away in Gusu, thousands of miles away from here. There's no time to go back and forth. Mister Ping Yizhi should save my companion first, then I'll help you kill Murong Fu. What do you think? " Seeing that Ping Yizhi was not going to give in, Song Qingshu could only think of a way to avoid it. After he saved Zhao Min, he would think of a way to deal with him.
"Hehe." Ping Yizhi seemed to see through his thoughts. "What a coincidence. Murong Fu is currently in a broken temple thirty miles away from here. If you rush there immediately, you should still be able to make it."
What a coincidence? Song Qingshu was shocked, and hesitation appeared on his face.
Zhao Min frowned. She was hesitant as to whether she should reveal her identity. The other party was wary of the Mongolian forces, so he would not leave her in the lurch. However, in that case, she would inevitably become a hostage for them to threaten the Mongolians. Unless it was absolutely necessary, she really did not want to reveal her identity.
"The person you want to save is me. If you want to kill someone, naturally, it should be me. It's just Gusu's Murong Fu. As long as you heal my injuries, I promise to deliver Murong Fu's head to you within a month," Zhao Min said coldly as she looked at Ping Yizhi with her hands behind her back.
With Ping Yizhi's eyesight, he could naturally see that Zhao Min was a woman disguised as a man. Hearing her words, he couldn't help but sneer, "Little girl, you have such a big tone. 'North Qiao Feng, South Murong' is equally famous in the present age. The Murong family's Big Dipper Technique is superb. Although Murong Fu hasn't practiced it to perfection, he isn't someone that a little girl like you can kill."
"If I say I can kill him, then I can naturally kill him. As for how to kill him, that's my problem. You don't need to worry about it, Doctor Ping. "Zhao Min had been in a high position for a long time. Her words naturally had a convincing tone.
Of course, Song Qingshu believed that Zhao Min could do it. There were many masters in the Ruyang Imperial Residence. Although Murong Fu's martial arts were high, if Zhao Min really wanted to kill him, it would be difficult for him to escape death.
Ping Yizhi was not clear about Zhao Min's identity. Thus, although he was slightly moved, in the end, he still shook his head. "In recent years, this Prince Song has been in the limelight. His martial arts are rumored to be superb by the people of Jianghu. With him taking action to kill Murong Fu, I'm sure it'll be a cinch. Why should I give up what's close at hand and seek help from a little girl like you?"
Zhao Min was enraged. She still wanted to say something, but Song Qingshu pulled her hand and shook his head slightly. "It's better if I go." With him taking action, Murong Fu might have a chance to survive. If he really let the group of masters from the Ruyang Imperial Residence take action, Murong Fu would most likely have a hard time escaping. Considering the kindness they had shown each other in the past, Song Qingshu naturally did not want to see Murong Fu fall into a dead end.
Seeing that Song Qingshu was determined, Zhao Min hesitated for a moment and said, "If I remember correctly, you once said that you can also heal the injuries on my body. If it really doesn't work, then I'll use your method to heal it."
"If you know what my method is, Princess will definitely not be willing," Song Qingshu said with a bitter smile.
Zhao Min stared at him with her almond-shaped eyes. Her dimples were stained with a layer of red clouds. She said in a low voice, "Isn't it just to take off your clothes? It's an urgent matter. As long as … as long as you cover your eyes, I … I don't mind." Because she had been rubbed like tofu by Madam Tang last night, her clothes had long been in a mess. When she woke up in the morning, she had been exposed a lot in front of Song Qingshu. Thinking of this, Zhao Min did not feel that it was difficult to accept that Song Qingshu had treated her injuries.
"That's just the first step." Song Qingshu was speechless. When he teased her, he had used the Spring and Autumn Period to describe how he had treated a woman's internal injuries. Who knew that Zhao Min would misunderstand that he only needed to take off her clothes.
"What else is there?" Zhao Min looked at him in confusion. She already had a bad guess in her heart.
Song Qingshu's face turned red. Even though he was thick-skinned, he was too embarrassed to show off his unique unique skill in front of so many people. Moreover, he was holding a Devil Sect Holy Nun in his arms. He could only move closer to Zhao Min's ear and whisper.
Not long after, Zhao Min's ears suddenly turned red. She leaned back and glared at him with an ashen face. "Go to hell."
"I told you that you would never agree." Song QingShu spread his hands and sighed. "If it weren't for the fact that the method is too difficult, I wouldn't have brought the princess from thousands of miles away to Kaifeng to seek medical treatment." Zhao Min's chest heaved up and down. Obviously, her heart was extremely uncalm. On one hand, she was angry at Song Qingshu's frivolous words. On the other hand, she felt that although he had a glib tongue and looked cynical, he was not a lewd person. On one hand, she rejected Tang Furen's embrace last night. On the other hand, he did not use 'that method' to save her …
Of course, even if she was not really angry at Song Qingshu, Zhao Min would never agree to that method.
Hearing that Song Qingshu had a way to treat Zhao Min, Ren Yingying was shocked. When Song Qingshu moved closer to Zhao Min's ear, she quickly pricked up her ears to find out what method it was.
Who knew that Song Qingshu was worried that the secret would be leaked. Although he was next to Zhao Min's ear, he still chose to use the method of telepathy. How could Ren Yingying hear it? Seeing Zhao Min's big reaction, she became even more curious.
"What are you guys whispering about? Do you want to kill Murong Fu? Quickly decide. Otherwise, after he leaves the broken temple, it won't be easy to find his traces. "Ping Yizhi impatiently interrupted the strange silence between the three people.
"Okay, I'll go kill him." Song Qingshu said in a low voice, "But when I go, you must treat my companion. Her injuries can't be delayed. I don't want to kill Murong Fu and come back only to find her dead."
"No problem, as long as she enters this old man's thatched cottage, I will be able to save her from the gates of hell. However …" Ping Yizhi stroked his goatee, a sharp glint flashing in his small eyes. "If you play any tricks with this old man, hehe, this old man can save her, and naturally, I can also easily take back her life."
As the saying goes, medicine and poison are inseparable. Song Qingshu understood that with Ping Yizhi's ability, while treating Zhao Min, he could also plant a poison in her body just in case. It was not a difficult task. But now, he could not care so much. He could only save Zhao Min's life first.
"Okay." Song Qingshu's face was as calm as still water. His palm gently pushed Zhao Min's waist. With a light cry, she flew lightly to Ping Yizhi's side.
Song QingShu's movements were as light as a feather, as well as his exquisite control of his strength, caused all the experts present to be endlessly shocked. Ping Yizhi stroked his goatee, his eyes wandering, no one knew what he was thinking.
"I'll leave her here. If anything happens to her when I return, not only will I kill you, but I'll also annihilate the entire Sun Moon Divine Sect," Song Qingshu said in a menacing tone.
The people present looked at each other in dismay. After witnessing his qinggong and the technique just now, they knew that his martial arts surpassed theirs by too much. Their faces were full of bewilderment.
Only Ping Yizhi was expressionless as he calmly said, "You're going to kill someone. Murong Fu is not an easy person to deal with. Bringing the Saintess with you will restrict your movements and become a burden to you. Furthermore, if you accidentally hurt her precious body, I'm afraid your companion won't be able to survive. Prince Song, why don't you leave the Saintess here? I guarantee with my many years of reputation in Jianghu that as long as you bring back Murong Fu's head, I'll definitely return this young lady to you. "
"Song Qingshu, if you really listen to him, then we'll really be at the mercy of others." Before Song Qingshu could reply, Zhao Min spoke first. Although she was in danger, she knew that as long as Song Qingshu held the Saintess's life in his hands, her safety would be guaranteed. She was worried that Song Qingshu would be muddle-headed and really return Ren Yingying to them.
"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid." Song Qingshu smiled faintly as he continued to hold Ren Yingying tightly, "Physician Ping, my companion is the same as me. We both have suspicious personalities. The Saintess can't be returned to you for now."
Ping Yizhi had an expression as if he had expected this. He calmly nodded his head, "Then Young Master must be careful on this trip. If the Saintess's body is injured in any way, I will add ten times the damage to your companion."
"Ping Yizhi, if I'm lucky enough to survive, I'll definitely raze this broken place of yours to the ground in the future." Zhao Min said coldly.
Ping Yizhi didn't mind Zhao Min's threat at all. He sneered, "Young Lady, you look so smart and capable, but you're just a fool. Threatening the physician who's treating you like this, aren't you afraid that my hand will shake and I'll leave a scar on your face? "
Zhao Min's willowy eyebrows furrowed. She suddenly calmed down and looked at Song Qingshu, "If things don't work out, come back quickly and use the method you mentioned to save me."
Song Qingshu was stunned. A strange smile appeared on his face, "Aren't you afraid that I won't do my best on purpose just to use that method?"
"Even though you're very annoying, there's someone even more annoying than you right now." Zhao Min said indifferently, "Moreover, I know you're not that kind of person."
"Ai, don't give me the good guy card." Song Qingshu rubbed his nose, "I don't even have that much confidence in myself, but you … Alright, in order not to betray your trust, I'll come back as soon as possible." Finishing, he grabbed Ren Yingying's shoulder and quickly disappeared, rushing towards the broken temple that was thirty li away.
"Little girl, with your current injury, there aren't more than three people in this world that can save you. What virtue or ability does Song Qingshu have? What method does he have to treat your injury?" Seeing Song Qingshu leave, Ping Yizhi couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart. He stared at Zhao Min with a burning gaze.
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