Wang Chongyang's face was also gloomy. He was the world's number one, even though many top masters did not come to the Sword Tournament of Mount Hua. Today, he was defeated in front of a junior. More importantly, he had lost just now, so he did not have the confidence to refute.
Luckily, after years of cultivation, Wang Chongyang's temper was much better than it was decades ago. Otherwise, with his competitive temper, he would definitely compete with his opponent again.
Wang Chongyang coughed twice and directly took off the mask on his face, revealing a thin face.
Even if he didn't like him, Song Qing had to admit that even though he was so old, he still had a heroic spirit between his brows, causing others to be unable to help but arouse the feeling of a sage-like and aloof immortal.
~ ± ~ ± ~ ±, ≡. ▼ ≧. + "No wonder Lin Chaoying was so infatuated with him back then. He must have been a handsome Prince Charming when he was young." Song Qing couldn't help but criticize silently.
"Huh?" Xiao Long Nu, who was leaning against a big rock, looked at him carefully and exclaimed, "You look like Wang Chongyang." Every disciple of the Ancient Tomb would spit at Wang Chongyang's portrait when they entered. Even though it was only his back, there was a portrait of him in the main hall of Chongyang Palace. Xiao Long Nu had been in and out of Chongyang Palace so many times, how could she not recognize him?
She was pure and did not care about his reputation. Plus, the descendants of the Ancient Tomb had never liked Wang Chongyang, so they called him by his name.
Wang Chongyang was also taken aback, but he immediately smiled and said, "Yes, I am Wang Chongyang."
"Aren't you dead?" Xiao Long Nu looked at him. In her heart, Wang Chongyang and Ancestor Grandma were of the same generation. She had always thought he was dead, but now he appeared in front of her, alive and well. It would be strange if she did not find it strange.
Wang Chongyang did not mind, "It's a long story."
Then he looked at Song Qing and said, "I have been waiting for you here."
"Waiting for me?" Song Qing was secretly on guard. He knew that Wang Chongyang hated the Golden Men. If Wang Chongyang really came to kill him, it would be a waste.
Noticing Song Qing's reaction, Wang Chongyang frowned, "Don't worry, I am not going to kill you."
"Then what do you want?" Song Qing did not let his guard down. After all, he only had one life, and the person in front of him had the ability to threaten his safety.
Wang Chongyang did not answer directly. Instead, he looked at his face impatiently and said, "I've already taken off my mask. Why don't you dare to show your true face?"
Song Qing was stunned. "You know who I am?" He prided himself on the fact that his disguise technique had reached the pinnacle of perfection. If it wasn't for the fact that he knew beforehand, there was no way he wouldn't be able to see through it.
Wang Chongyang nodded and said, "I didn't see it at first, but then I thought about it. I have fought with all the masters of the Jin Kingdom in the past, and none of them had such good Kung Fu as you. It's even more impossible for them to have such an outstanding disciple like you. Moreover, your Kung Fu is a combination of both Buddhism and Taoism. The Buddhism does not originate from the Shaolin Temple, but from the Tibetan Esoteric Sect, which is completely different from the Jin Kingdom."
Song Qing was full of admiration. Wang Chongyang was indeed Wang Chongyang. In such a short time, he had already figured out the origin of Song Qing's Kung Fu. Most people only knew that he knew Taoist Kung Fu. Except for those who were very close to him, no one knew that he had learned Tibetan Esoteric Sect Kung Fu.
"But it's still difficult to determine my identity." Song Qing said in a deep voice.
"Of course," Wang Chongyang replied. "It's mainly because you know the Kung Fu of the Nine Yin Manual."
"The Nine Yin Manual?" Song Qing was somewhat puzzled. Although the Nine Yin Manual was not common, it was still widely spread.
Wang Chongyang smiled and said, "Although the Nine Yin Manual is widely spread, I happen to know the general direction. The Eastern Heretic, the Western Poison, the Southern Emperor, and the Northern Beggar, except for the Eastern Heretic, Huang Yaoshi, more or less. My younger martial brother Zhou Botong also knows it. There is also the Guo Jing and Huang Rong couple. The descendants of the Ancient Tomb Sect might also know it. The Song Dynasty has a branch in the Mountain Courtyard. The rest seems to be the head of the Emei Sect, Zhou Zhiruo, and her husband Song Qing. "
After Wang Chongyang finished speaking, he stared straight at Song Qing.
Xiao Long Nu also turned her head to look at him in surprise. "You are … brother-in-law?"
No wonder he had a familiar feeling …
At this time, Xiao Long Nu was seriously injured and on the verge of death. Relatively speaking, she had become somewhat weak. She thought that she would die quietly in the wilderness and never see Guo 'er again. Just when she was feeling sad, she suddenly saw a relative. Naturally, her sadness turned to joy.
She had no one to rely on in this world. Apart from Yang Guo, she only had two Senior Sisters who could barely be considered as her relatives. Li Mochou had always been at odds with her, and their relationship was not very good. On the contrary, Icy Snow, the Eldest Senior Sister whom she met later, was gentle and kind. Although they did not spend much time together, Xiao Longnu was very close to her.
Moreover, when Song Qing stood up for her in the inn, he helped her fend off the Mongolian masters and killed Zhao Zhijing. Therefore, Xiao Long Nu had a very good impression of this brother-in-law of hers.
Being stared at by Xiao Long Nu's clear eyes, Song Qing could not bear to hide it from her anymore. He took off his mask and smiled at her. "Junior sister, long time no see."
Seeing the handsome face in front of her, Xiao Long Nu couldn't help but blush. Her mind couldn't help but recall the scene of him fooling around with her eldest martial sister that night, especially when he was holding her hand. It was as if she could still feel the heat from his palm.
"Junior sister? You are also from the Ancient Tomb Sect. " This time, it was Wang Chongyang's turn to be confused. At the same time, his face also turned ugly. Back then, he had fought with Lin Chaoying for a lifetime, but in the end, he couldn't even defeat her successor. How could he hide his old face?
Song Qing shook his head. "I am not from the Ancient Tomb Sect, but I have some connections with the Ancient Tomb Sect."
Wang Chongyang finally understood. At this time, from the foot of the mountain came the faint sound of the Jin soldiers. He knew that the soldiers at the foot of the mountain were about to attack Chongyang Palace. He couldn't help but frown. "Time is of the essence, so I'll make it short."
"That year, I failed to resist the Jin, and I couldn't help but feel disheartened. What was even more frightening was that I couldn't see any hope, so I faked my death to escape. Since then, I have been living in seclusion in Jiangnan."
"Jiangnan?" Song Qing's eyes moved slightly, wondering where Wang Chongyang could be hiding. In the mountains, in the capital, or perhaps … in the court?
"Originally, I had already made up my mind not to return to the central plains, but not long ago, I accidentally heard from Ying Luo that there was a young hero who was not only unparalleled in martial arts, but was also hiding in the court of the Jin Empire. With one turn of his hand, he could summon clouds and rain. I couldn't help but feel itchy, so I came up north to take a look." Wang Chongyang thoughtfully looked at him.
"The yellow-robed girl?" Song Qing's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the yellow-robed girl's Nine Yin Manual martial arts were taught to her by Wang Chongyang? However, his face was full of smiles as he asked, "Did she really praise me like that?"
Seeing his lazy expression, Wang Chongyang couldn't help but laugh, "She has a lot of things to scold you with. Do you want to hear them?"
"Then forget it." Song Qing hurriedly shook his head. If the yellow-robed girl had scolded him in front of his face, it would have been better. Being scolded by a beautiful girl in a clear and delicate voice was not painful, but a type of enjoyment. However, if it was retold by Wang Chongyang, that old man, it would be too dull.
Wang Chongyang then continued, "That is why I wanted to go to the Daxing Prefecture to see what kind of young hero could receive such praise from that girl. Halfway through, I heard that the Jin Empire had sent an army to encircle the Quanzhen Sect. I couldn't stop worrying, so I came to take a look. I didn't expect to meet you here."
Wang Chongyang paused and looked at him meaningfully, "I didn't expect you to be even more outstanding than Ying Luo described you to be."
"Senior, you flatter me." Song Qing smiled modestly. Previously, he could pretend not to know him, but now that both parties had made their identities clear, he had to give him face.
"What was the name of that move of yours?" Until now, Wang Chongyang still didn't understand how the other party jumped out of his Big Dipper Formation.
Song Qing's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously answered, "So Close, Yet Worlds Apart." This was also the name that suddenly popped up in his mind, and he felt that it was very appropriate, so he blurted it out.
"So Close, Yet Worlds Apart?" Wang Chongyang recalled how the two of them were clearly very close to each other, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't hit each other. Wasn't the actual distance between the two of them like the distance between heaven and earth? At his level of cultivation, he suddenly realized something and couldn't help but praise, "Good move! In Jianghu, when it comes to lightness skills, the leader of the Sun Moon Sect, Dongfang Bubai, is number one. However, with this move, the title of number one should also fall on your head. "
What kind of status did Wang Chongyang have? If the people of Jianghu found out about his golden words, Song Qing would definitely be the number one in the world.
Song Qing didn't answer and just foolishly laughed there. In his heart, however, he was thinking, "Dongfang Muxue is one of us, so whoever gets number one will be considered as keeping the goodies within the family."
Who knew that at this moment, Wang Chongyang's tone would change, "But aren't you a little too unkind? Why did you bring troops to destroy my Quanzhen Sect?" The Quanzhen Sect was his life's work, and seeing that it was about to be destroyed, how could he not be anxious?
Song Qing smiled awkwardly, "I had no choice. The imperial court assigned this task to me, so how could I refuse?"
Wang Chongyang snorted coldly, "It's fine if you say that to others, but you want to lie to me? Now that you are the Jin Kingdom's Minister and Marshal, you have the civil and military power in your hands. Even the Jin Kingdom's Emperor may not be able to compare to you. "
Song Qing smiled bitterly, "Previously, when the King of Hailing rebelled, after a fierce battle, several leaders of the imperial court died. The Emperor, the princes of Taizong, the princes of the royal family, and the three aristocratic families all kept each other in check. That's why I was pushed to this position. It's just a title, what real power do I have?"
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