"Don't you claim to be the world's divine doctor? How come you don't even know this?" Zhao Min said sarcastically. If it was an ordinary method, it would not be a big deal to tell him. However, Song Qingshu's method was too shameful to say. How could Zhao Min tell an outsider?
"This …" Ping Yizhi pondered and muttered to himself, "Tianshan Snow Lotus and thousand-year-old ginseng can only temporarily prolong her life. It is absolutely impossible to cure this girl. Hu Qingniu is already dead. Xue Muhua and … and the Poison Hand King Of Medicine should be able to save her. However, what virtue or ability does Song Qingshu have to actually be able to save her? I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out. Huh? Could it be that he also learned the Dali Duan Style One Yang Finger and didn't hesitate to waste several years of his skills to save this girl? "
Zhao Min did not care about what he was saying. Instead, she looked in the direction Song Qingshu disappeared in with a worried expression. She had just said that it did not matter even if Song Qingshu could not kill Murong Fu. Her agreeing to use his method to treat her was just an excuse. On one hand, it would reduce the pressure on Song Qingshu. On the other hand, it would make Ping Yizhi suspicious and unavoidably hold back from taking action for fear of harming the innocent.
Song Qingshu sighed faintly on his way to the dilapidated temple thirty li away. How could he not understand that what Zhao Min said just now was only an expedient measure? With her staunch character, she would probably rather die than let him use that method to save her.
However, killing Murong Fu for Zhao Min was also absolutely out of the question. If it was not Zhao Min, but Xia Qingqing, Shuang'er, and the others who were forced into a corner, Song Qingshu might really ignore his conscience and kill Murong Fu.
After all, although the promise was heavy, it was not as heavy as his own family. Although he had a good impression of Zhao Min in his previous life, the current Zhao Min was just a woman of his enemy. There was no need for him to do so much for her.
As for Murong Fu, not to mention the status of the Murong family in Jianghu and the Southern Song Dynasty, just based on the fact that he was able to learn the 'God-Reflecting Scripture' with Murong Fu's help, he was unwilling to kill him. On the surface, he had agreed to Ping Yizhi's request to save Zhao Min first.
Song Qingshu was actually very curious. Ping Yizhi and Murong Fu were completely unrelated, so why would he want him to kill him? It was impossible to ask Ping Yizhi, but he could find some clues from Murong Fu.
After a sleepless night and a long journey, Song Qingshu could not help but feel tired. However, this was a matter of great importance, so he had to force himself to stay awake. Fortunately, with Murong Fu's martial arts skills, he should not be a threat to him.
Thinking of Murong Fu's Shifting Stars, Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment, then took out a mask from his bosom and put it on. According to the original work, Murong Fu was narrow-minded. If he told him the truth, he might not cooperate with him to save Zhao Min. To avoid wasting time, it would be better to subdue him first and bring him to Ping Yizhi.
Of course, Song Qingshu also wanted to use this opportunity to test out the marvelous "Shifting Stars", which was famous in the martial arts world, to be on par with "White Head Supreme Mystery Scripture" and "Sunflower Treasure Book" in the words of the Poison Hand King Of Medicine.
"There is no need to hide the head but show the tail when a master is visiting." As Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment, Murong Fu's clear voice came from the ruined temple.
"As expected of 'North Qiao Feng, South Murong', Prince Murong sensed me when I stopped for a moment." Song QingShu smiled and walked towards the dilapidated temple with large strides. In his heart, he was extremely shocked. This Murong Fu's martial arts were much higher than he had imagined.
In his previous life, Song Qingshu could not understand why Murong Fu could be on par with Qiao Feng in the early stage of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils". Who knew that in the middle stage, Qiao Feng, Jiu Mozhi, and the others could bully him like vegetables. In the later stage, even with the Four Great Generals, they were no match for Duan Yanqing.
It was not that Duan Yanqing's martial arts skills were higher than Qiao Feng and Jiu Mozhi's, but Murong Fu himself had changed. The level of a person's martial arts skills did not only depend on his theoretical skills, but also on his heart.
If a person's heart was high, he could defeat several opponents of the same level, such as Blood Knife Ancestor against the Four Wonders of the South, or Xiao Feng against Murong Fu, Ding Chunqiu, and You Tanzhi. If a person's heart was taken away, he could not defeat those who were weaker than him, such as Li Chenzhou, the world's number one expert in Wen Ruian's novels.
Murong Fu belonged to the latter. In the early stages of the game, Murong Fu of the South had been in high spirits, which was why he did not fear Qiao Feng of the North in the slightest. He could even fight to a standstill, but it was a pity that he was soon pulled back to reality by Jiu Mozhi, who continuously gave him blows.
Then, on Mount Shaoshi, he was beaten until his face turned pale by Duan Yu, a rich playboy who usually looked down on him. For Murong Fu, who was so proud that he was almost eccentric, this was absolutely unacceptable. However, the power of the Six Pulses Magical Sword made him doubt the martial arts of Gusu's Murong Clan. Even when his father, Murong Bo, showed him the mysteries of the Joined Finger, it did not completely dispel the shadow in his heart.
If a person even doubted his own martial arts skills, it would be difficult for his strength not to decline. Because of this, Murong Fu's martial arts skills did not improve, but deteriorated. In the end, even when he joined hands with his family warriors, they were still no match for Duan Yanqing.
However, at this moment, Murong Fu's confidence did not seem to have suffered much of a blow. He was still the high-spirited "Southern Murong", so it was no wonder that he noticed the slight flaw Song Qingshu showed.
"Who are you, sir?" When he saw that Song Qingshu was wearing a mask, Murong Fu was shocked. He quietly grabbed the sword beside him and asked with rapt attention on his guard.
As far as the eye could see, Murong Fu's elegance was still the same, and he was still that distinguished and handsome young master from an aristocratic family. However, unlike before, he did not have the outstanding beauty Wang Yuyan by his side. Without Wang Yuyan, there was naturally no Duan Yu, who followed him around.
"Why isn't Prince Murong's cousin, who knows all the martial arts in the world, by your side?" Song Qingshu asked curiously.
When Murong Fu heard him ask about his cousin, a hint of anger flashed across his face. What he hated the most in his life was having his cousin point fingers at him while he was competing in martial arts. It made people only praise his cousin and ignore him, the Southern Murong.
"You don't have to worry, sir. My cousin is doing very well. What business do you have with me?"
Hearing the enmity in Murong Fu's tone, Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "It's nothing much. I just want to borrow Young Master's head."
Murong Fu was both shocked and enraged. "Haha, just you and you want to take my, Murong Fu's, life?"
"Prince Murong, I have a word of advice for you. In the martial arts world, Gusu Murong is naturally very famous. However, there are many capable people in the martial arts world, and there are many who are stronger than Young Master. Young Master, it's better for you to be cautious, "Song Qingshu said calmly.
Murong Fu laughed coldly. "Naturally, Murong Fu does not dare to say that he is unrivalled in the world. However, with just you, sir, you dare to boast shamelessly about taking my life?"
"Whether I'm boasting shamelessly or not, won't you know after you try?" Just as the word 'dare' fell, Song Qingshu had already attacked in front of Murong Fu.
Murong Fu was shocked and hurriedly swung his sword. Who knew that he would only hit an afterimage. He was greatly shocked and immediately felt a pressure coming from his shoulder. Fortunately, Nan Murong's reputation was not undeserved. He lowered his shoulder and used Revolving Star Passage Technique to disperse Song Qingshu's force.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu looked at his hand and recalled the gentle force that came from Murong Fu's shoulder. It guided his force as if he had struck into a deep pool, instantly dispelling his capture.
"Revolving Star Passage Technique truly lives up to its reputation."
"Sir's movement technique is also very brilliant." Hearing Song Qingshu's exaggeration, Murong Fu did not feel happy at all. From Song Qingshu's ghostly movement technique just now, he was probably the most dangerous enemy he had encountered in his life. He held his sword horizontally in front of him and calmly looked at Song Qingshu, not daring to be careless in the slightest.
However, Song Qingshu was not in a hurry to attack. Instead, he said, "I've always had a doubt in my heart. I hope that Prince Murong can explain it to me." Without waiting for Murong Fu's reply, he continued, "I've heard that Gusu's Murong family's Revolving Star Passage Technique is incomparably marvelous, and is most proficient in using your opponent's method to deal with you. However, there are so many martial arts in the world. Could it be that your Murong family is truly proficient in all the martial arts in the world, and at the same time, is it more brilliant than an enemy who has cultivated a certain martial art for decades?"
Song QingShu's question was the Murong family's greatest secret, so there was no way Murong Fu would tell him the truth. He only let out a cold snort. "The Shifting Stars are vast and profound. It's not something a small fry like you can pry into."
"It's fine if Young Master is unwilling to say it. I will test it myself." It was no wonder that Song Qingshu did not care about proper business and wanted to delay his match with Murong Fu. The Revolving Star Passage Technique was simply too famous in Jianghu. Now that Song Qingshu's martial arts had reached such a high level, there were very few martial arts in the world that could catch his eye. And the Revolving Star Passage Technique just so happened to be one of them. Usually, due to his scruples, it was very difficult to test Murong Fu's true abilities. This time, he could use the Flat Finger as an excuse to properly investigate.
"Sir, please try." Murong Fu had misgivings about his Lightness Skill that had reached the pinnacle of perfection. He did not dare to let him attack, and hurriedly attacked first.
"This is the Murong family's famous Willow Catkin Sword Technique?" Song Qingshu moved his feet lightly. Every time, it looked as if he had just barely dodged Murong Fu's sword technique. In reality, he had a calm expression on his face. Only when he had no way to dodge would he use his finger to flick away the opponent's sword.
"Divine Flicking Finger? Sir, could it be that you are from Peach Blossom Island? "The vibrations from the sword almost caused him to lose his grip. Murong Fu could not help but be shocked and angry.
"Prince Murong is indeed knowledgeable and knowledgeable about the origins of all the martial arts in the world. However, this time, Young Master has misjudged. I am only using the ordinary Divine Flicking Finger. It is not the martial arts of Peach Blossom Island." Song Qingshu said with a faint smile as he dodged.
"How is this possible?" Seeing his wrist go numb with just a Divine Flicking Finger, Murong Fu had long been shocked. He subconsciously thought that this was the mystery of the Divine Flicking Finger.
"All the martial arts in the world lead to the same goal. My Divine Flicking Finger might be similar to the Divine Flicking Finger of Peach Blossom Island's Master Huang. It is not impossible. Prince Murong does not need to be restricted by this." Song Qingshu's words made Murong Fu's face turn red and white.
Seeing Murong Fu's lips tightly shut and his sword flashing in the temple, Song Qingshu secretly praised him. Unfortunately, after the baptism of the Five Mountain Godly Sword and Feng Qingyang in the Repent Cliff, coupled with his understanding of the Dugu Seeking-A-Loss Sword Will, his attainments in sword techniques could be said to be unparalleled in the world.
Song Qingshu saw a flaw and pinched Murong Fu's sword with two fingers, stopping Murong Fu's sword in the slightest. If Murong Fu had used other weapons, Song Qingshu might not have been able to deal with it so easily. Unfortunately, he was using a sword. Although the Murong family's Willow Catkin Sword Technique was exquisite, in the eyes of Song Qingshu today, it was naturally full of flaws.
"Withdraw your sword." Song Qingshu shouted in a deep voice. Murong Fu felt a huge force coming from the sword, and he could no longer hold on to it. He hurriedly retreated in shock.
The sword was caught in Song Qingshu's hand, and a dragon's roar sounded. Song Qingshu casually swung the sword and stabbed it into a pillar in the temple. "Prince Murong, I want to see your Big Dipper Sword Technique, not your Willow Catkin Sword Technique."
Murong Fu saw him easily snatch away the sword in his hand, and his heart had already turned cold. He smiled sadly and said, "If that's the case, I will respectfully accept."
Seeing Murong Fu make a strange move, Song Qingshu was delighted. Finally, he was going to see the legendary Big Dipper Sword Technique. Suddenly, he heard a delicate shout coming from behind him. He frowned and moved ten feet away. Looking back, he saw that the green bricks where he was standing had already been smashed by the whip.
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