Song Qingshu ordered a deputy to stay at the foot of the mountain while he and the other experts led a small number of guards up the mountain. If there was a need, they would send a letter to summon the rest of the troops up the mountain.
Of course, in Song Qingshu's mind, this kind of situation would never happen. After all, aside from himself, there were also experts like Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren. Even Zi Shan Dragon Queen Taj-kis was enough to cause the declining Quanzhen sect to suffer the consequences.
Dozens of people walked up the mountain. At the front was a group of bodyguards scouting the way. Song Qingshu and Taj-kis walked in the middle while Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren stood to the left and right. The two of them had enmity with the Chongyang sect, so on this journey, their faces revealed a trace of excitement.
Pucha Qiucao brought the Pucha family's bodyguards and followed closely behind them. Looking at the intimate silhouettes of Song Qingshu and Taj-kis, she frowned and hesitated on whether or not she should tell Ge Bi about this when they return to the capital.
The group of people climbed up the mountain and quickly met two Taoist priests, but the two were immediately restrained. Song Qingshu did not want to kill too many people, so he sealed their acupuncture points and threw them into the weeds by the side of the road. The group of people then continued on their way.
After walking like this for two hours, Song Qingshu had no choice but to stop. He followed the mountain path and saw that the road was steep with jagged rocks and numerous cliffs. He couldn't help but secretly think, "This Chongyang Palace is a place that is easy to defend but hard to attack. If a master of military strategy occupied this place, then the five thousand men under him would be able to defend against an army of a hundred thousand."
Ever since Song Qingshu's lightness kung fu reached a high level, he had never walked at such a slow speed. With his current speed, he didn't know how long it would take.
"Brother Feng, how much longer until we reach Chongyang Palace?" Song Qingshu inquired as he looked at Ouyang Feng.
Ouyang Feng had infiltrated Chongyang Palace many times and even went to the extremely secretive Ancient Tomb, so he was the most suitable guide.
Looking at the surroundings, Ouyang Feng answered, "This is the Golden Lotus Pavilion. If you go further up, you will reach the Sun-Moon Cliff. Behind that is the Bao Zi Cliff. After the Bao Zi Cliff, you will reach the Sword-cleansing Pool. If you go further up the Sword-cleansing Pool, you will reach the Chongyang Hall."
"How much longer do we have to walk at our current speed?" Song Qingshu asked with a frown. He had also experienced the tempering of blood and fire on the battlefield. He knew that in such a dangerous terrain, they had to take the enemy by surprise and end the battle quickly. He didn't know what was going on today, but the Chongyang Palace guards seemed to be very slow to react, but he couldn't hope that their reactions would always be this slow. Once Chongyang Palace sent out experts to defend the place, apart from a few experts, the rest of the ordinary soldiers would have a hard time.
"I'm afraid it'll take another four hours." Ouyang Feng had long been impatient with this speed, but he didn't know what Song Qingshu was thinking, so he didn't say anything.
"Walking like this is too slow. We will go up first and get rid of the guards along the way. Miss Qiu Cao, you can bring the others up slowly." Song Qingshu ordered.
Pucha Qiu Cao hesitated and said, "Chongyang Palace is known as the number one sect in the world. Wouldn't the few of you be too weak and cause us to be defeated one by one?"
Pucha Qiu Cao came from a military family. Although he had never been on the battlefield, he knew some principles from what he had seen and heard. Before, when he saw Song Qingshu leave the troops at the foot of the mountain, he was already a bit unhappy. Now that he wanted to split up again, he couldn't help but protest.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly, "When Wang Chongyang was still alive, Chongyang Palace was indeed the number one sect in the world. It's a pity that Chongyang Palace is getting weaker with each generation. They are strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Not to mention, there are also top experts like Mister Ouyang and Chief Qiu. They were existences that almost destroyed Chongyang Palace. Not to mention, we are going up together. Miss Qiu Cao doesn't need to worry."
Pucha Qiu Cao had heard her brother Pucha Shijie mention Western Poison Ouyang Feng and the others. She hesitated and said, "Fine, but I want to go up with you."
When she first saw Yang Guo at the coming of age ceremony, she fell in love with him at first sight. She secretly gathered information about him and found out that he had once studied martial arts at Chongyang Palace. So this time, she begged her father to send her up with them. She wanted to see the place where he had once lived, and at the same time, she wanted to take revenge for Yang Guo who had been bullied by those stinky Taoists.
But if she let Ouyang Feng and the others go up first, they might casually destroy Chongyang Palace. Wouldn't this trip be in vain?
Hearing that she wanted to go up with them, Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment, "But Miss Qiu Cao, your lightness skill …" He did not say too much, but his meaning was clear. The people going up were all experts, a little girl like you should just forget about it.
Pucha Qiu Cao wrinkled her nose and snorted. She pointed at Taj-kis and said, "Prince Consort, you don't have to worry. Although my martial arts cannot compare to Mister Ouyang and the others, my lightness skill is still passable. No matter how weak it is, it won't be any worse than her."
As a woman, she subconsciously hated Song Qingshu's behavior of fooling around outside. She also disliked Taj-kis. In her heart, Taj-kis was a vixen who destroyed other people's families. Of course, she was an extremely beautiful vixen. As the eldest daughter of the Pucha family, she naturally did not have a good impression of this kind of woman.
"Are you sure?" Song Qingshu said with a smile that was not a smile. Beside him, Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren also had a pondering expression. Pucha Qiu Cao was young and did not have much experience of Jianghu, but the two of them were clear of Taj-kis' status. Don't think that she was currently at Song Qingshu's side like a plaything. In the past, she was the illustrious Zi Shan Dragon Queen, the head of the four kings of the Ming Dynasty. How could a little girl like her compare to her martial arts?
Taj-kis's expression turned cold. During this period of time, she had been incomparably depressed. Everyone around her was stronger than her, especially in front of Song Qingshu. The martial arts and lightness skill that she was so proud of were not even worth mentioning. Who would have thought that even a rich young lady would look down on her martial arts?
"Of course!" Pucha Qiu Cao raised her chin like a proud little peacock.
Taj-kis coldly said, "How about we make a bet, whoever loses will become the other's servant girl?"
Sensing Taj-kis's tone, Pucha Qiu Cao obviously hesitated for a moment. But when she saw the hint of ridicule on the other party's face, she immediately blurted out. "Bet it is, but you cannot look for help from others."
She sized up Taj-tish from top to bottom. She had a charming peach blossom face, towering breasts, slender waist, perky buttocks and long legs. Even the mountain breeze seemed as though it would blow her away. Such a woman's only value in this world was to be a plaything for a man to vent his desires on the bed. Could it be that she really knew some brilliant martial arts?
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