“You!” Zhao Min’s almond-shaped eyes widened. She couldn’t help spitting out another mouthful of blood, panted and said in a hateful voice, “Don’t talk nonsense and take a look at yourself.”
“I’ve taken a good look at myself, and I think I’m quite a bit more handsome than Zhang Wuji.” Song Qingshu said with a smile.
Zhao Min snorted coldly, turned her head away, and let Song Qingshu tease her in every possible way, keeping her mouth shut and ignoring him.
Seeing that Zhao Min wasn’t responding anymore, Song Qingshu also felt quite bored, so he could only say, “Aren’t you curious about how I can save you?”
Hearing Song Qingshu’s words, although Zhao Min was still indifferent, her trembling eyelashes showed that her heart was not as calm as she showed.
“Actually, if I want to save you, it’s not difficult that much of a difficult task, but it’s not that simple either. In the final analysis, it’s still difficult.” Song Qingshu sighed.
“What’s the difficulty?” Zhao Min was amused by Song Qingshu’s awkward explanation, and impatiently snapped at him.
“Because if I use my method to save you, you’ll have to take off your clothes first.” Song Qingshu didn’t mention the matter of Joyful Meditation, and just used some ambiguous wording to refer to it.
After all, Zhao Min and him were enemies, not friends. Song Qingshu didn’t want her to know too much detail, otherwise, with her resourcefulness and ability to spread words, he might have no place in the Wulin, and he would bear the notoriety of a segs-fiend for the rest of his life. (G: you know what segs is, right?)
“Bah!” Zhao Min angrily cursed, “I’d rather die than let you save me.”
Song Qingshu shrugged with an helpless expression on his face, “I told you that you wouldn’t be willing. What’s more, it would take a lot of effort to save you. I’m not that close with to you, so even if you really beg me to save you after taking off your clothes, I may not even be willing to help.”
Zhao Min laughed back in anger, “I will take off my clothes and beg you?”
“There are no absolutes in the world, so it’s really uncertain what might happen.” Song Qingshu said calmly with his usual expression.
“Dream on, cough…cough…” Zhao Min became anxious, coughed violently, her eyes darkened, and she almost fell to the ground.
Song Qingshu hurriedly supported her shoulders, and saw her flawless rosy skin become frighteningly pale, so he quickly took her hand, and not waiting to savor the soft touch, he poured True Qi into her body continuously.
In a daze, Zhao Min felt that her whole body was suddenly bathed in warmth, and when she leisurely woke up, she found herself half lying in Song Qingshu’s arms! She hurriedly used her remaining physical strength, and tried to push him away.
“Don’t move, circulating True Qi is not something trivial, so I’ve had to expend a lot of effort to save your life. The princess is a woman from the prairie. Why do you care about some trivialities like those weak women in the boudoir of the Han people?” Song Qingshu lightly pressed Zhao Min’s shoulder, said in a deep voice.
Zhao Min’s plan at first was to die and not let him save her, but she was not an ordinary woman after all, and she had too many worries in her heart, so it would be too sorrowful to suddenly die and regret forever. After weighing the gains and losses, she acquiesced in Song Qingshu’s rescue. But lying in his arms like this was absolutely impossible!
“You… help me sit down… by the tree, I don’t… don’t want to be like this.” Due to Zhao Min’s serious injury, her voice was weak and raspy, which created a sense of pity. No matter how hard-hearted a person was, it would be difficult for them to refuse.
Song Qingshu didn’t mean to take advantage of her misfortune, so he firmly held her palm with one hand, continuously infusing True Qi, and carefully supported her to sit down against the tree trunk with the other hand.
After an incense stick of time passed, Zhao Min gradually regained her spirits, and felt that the True Qi that Song Qingshu infused into her body was very pure, comforting, and abundant, so she looked at him in surprise, “I didn’t expect your internal energy to be so strong. I’m afraid it’s no less than Bro…” Suddenly thinking of something, she frowned, and abruptly swallowed the word ‘brother” back.
“It isn’t inferior to Zhang Wuji?” Song Qingshu smiled lightly, “He has practiced the Nine Yang Divine Art to a great level, and his internal energy circulation and is nearly endless. In terms of internal strength alone, there are few people in the world who can surpass him. But the Nine Yang Divine Art is after all a mortal martial art method, and it has its limit…”
Zhao Min couldn’t help but pout when he heard the words, and angrily said, “So you’re implying that you are practicing the martial arts of immortals?”
Looking away from Zhao Min’s slender and moist lips, Song Qingshu just shook his head and didn’t argue with her. Although no one has practiced the Joyful Meditation of Tantric Budd*ism to a mastery throughout the ages, it can be regarded as a method that has the possibility of breaking the bounds of mortals. Although Song Qingshu was more obsessed with the world of mortals and had no interest in becoming an immortal, he subconsciously felt that the Joyful Meditation should be better than the Nine Yang Divine Art. After all, ever since returning from Tubo, the speed of his True Qi cultivation could only be described as miraculous.
“How long do you plan to keep holding my hand?” Zhao Min was also a martial arts practitioner, so she naturally knew that the injuries in her body had temporarily stabilized, and as Song Qingshu held onto her little hand, it made her somewhat restless.
“You should express your gratitude to your savior first.” Although Song Qingshu said so, he let go of Zhao Min’s hand.
As soon as she got out of trouble, Zhao Min quickly retracted her hand as if she had been electrocuted, and quietly wiped it behind her. Hearing Song Qingshu’s teasing words, she unhappily said, “If you suddenly didn’t take this Princess hostage, how could I be seriously injured like this?”
“I didn’t expect that the Great Monk Xuancheng would be so ruthless, and even used the Great Vajra Fist.” Song Qingshu also felt very depressed. He wanted to abduct Zhao Min so that he could temporarily interrupt Mongolia’s concentrated-attack strategic plan, and at the same time, get some benefits from the Prince of Ruyang. But who knew that what he’d get would be only a half-dead princess, and if something happened to Zhao Min, he’d have heaps of trouble on his tail for the rest of his life.
“None of those stinky monks in Shaolin Temple are a good person.” Zhao Min agreed with Song Qingshu for the first time, “When Mongolia dominates the world in the future, this Princess will wipe out the Shaolin Temple first!”
“I know that the Princess is very domineering, but you shouldn’t get too excited…” Song Qingshu said in a deep voice, “I am using my True Qi to temporarily sustain your life, so we’ll have to treat you as soon as possible.”
Zhao Min’s face turned red, and the ups and downs of her majestic twin mounds became rapid again, “Don’t mention your disgusting method again.”
“Don’t look at me with such disdainful eyes…” Song Qingshu stood up, and gently patted the dirt on his body, “If I really wanted to do something to you, there is no need for me to go through such trouble. With the relationship between the two of us, and the difference in martial arts, coupled with the fact that we’re all alone, if I wanted to take off your clothes at this time, do you think you can stop it?”
Zhao Min was startled, and tightly pinched her collar and skirt with both hands, “If you dare to do that, I will bite my tongue and kill myself, and you’ll have to face the endless pursuit of Mongolia.” Even in such a flustered situation, she kept using her head. She knew that the only thing that could deter Song Qingshu at present was the power of Mongolia.
“I’m just making an analogy, you don’t need to be so excited, lest you cause the injury to worsen even more.” Song Qingshu raised his hands, and slowly stepped back a few steps to indicate that he had no malicious intentions.
Seeing that Zhao Min’s mood had finally stabilized, Song Qingshu couldn’t help but feel a bit mischievous, and said with a smile, “Actually, it doesn’t matter if you bite your tongue and kill yourself. Princess, I wonder if you’ve heard the phrase ‘while it’s hot’?”
“While it’s hot?” Zhao Min was taken aback, but she was famous for her intelligence, so she understood Song Qingshu’s meaning after a little thought. She trembled with anger, pointed at Song Qingshu and scolded, “Why are you so shameless! “
“Don’t get me wrong, princess, I just want to completely dispel your idea of committing sui*ide. If you still think it’s not enough, I have a lot of ways to…” Song Qingshu said while pacing back and forth, “If the princess really dares to commit sui*ide, when the time comes, I will strip off your clothes and hang you in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple in Songshan. Anyway, the one who seriously injured you was Xuancheng, so I wouldn’t be doing that much of an injustice towards those monks. Tsk tsk, when the time comes, people around the world would talk about that strange scene, some would even guess that the Princess’s heart was broken by an eminent monk in the Shaolin Temple, and unable to bear it she committed sui*ide…”
Song Qingshu was still in the middle of talking, and accidentally saw Zhao Min’s eyes fill up with tears and panic. He suddenly felt that this scene seemed quite familiar. Thinking of how he had scared Zhou Zhiruo in the same way before, he sighed for a moment, and didn’t say anything more. (G: He regrets it, so character development. Not many protagonists would feel that way.)
Although Zhao Min was full of clever tricks, she had never met a character like Song Qingshu who played cards beyond common sense. As she pictured the scene described by Song Qingshu in her mind, her pretty face turned pale, and she became really frightened.
“Stop, stop talking, I won’t commit sui*ide!”
“If you had been as cooperative from the start, I wouldn’t have said such disgusting words.” Song Qingshu felt a little embarrassed at the moment.
Zhao Min’s thin lips remained tightly closed, with a look of lingering fear, She was unwilling to speak to him.
“You are seriously injured. There are no more than three people in this world who can save you, and I am one of them. Are you sure you really don’t want me to save you?” Song Qingshu asked one last time, already knowing her choice in his heart.
“Hmph!” Zhao Min said with a cold face, and she refused without hesitation, “Tell me about the other two.”
“One of them is Master Yideng, one of the Five Supremes of the Central Plains in the past. His One Yang Finger is designed to heal internal injuries and legend has it that it has the ability to bring even the dead back to life. However, once he uses it, he won’t be able to use martial arts for several years, so he won’t use it that easily. And Master Yideng is in Dali, so even if he is willing to make a move, we might not be able to satisfy his demands.” Song Qingshu sighed.
‘That’s not necessarily the case.’ Zhao Min thought in her heart.
The Mongolian high-level has already been planning an expedition to Dali, marching from Guizhou, Hunan and Hubei, and encircling Xiangyang City in the Southern Song Dynasty. As long as she planned skillfully, it wouldn’t be that difficult to lure Master Yideng to rescue her, but the problem now was that the distance was too far, so she said, “Who is the remaining person?”
“They are actually four people, the Four Great Physicians of the world.” As he thought back to the time when his meridians were destroyed and he had to pin his last hope on them, Song Qingshu felt like it was a lifetime away. Although they couldn’t heal him, they should be able to heal Zhao Min’s injury. ‘If I remember correctly, in the original novel, when Azhu went to Shaolin Temple to steal the Marrow Cleansing Manual, she was also injured by the Great Vajra Palm. Later, Qiao Feng took her to seek Physician Xue, and who was able to save her.’
“Among the Four Great Physicians of the world, Zhang Wuji has replaced Hu Qingniu, so you can go to him.” Song Qingshu said jokingly, but he wondered what happened between the two of them.
“Change to someone else.” Sure enough, Zhao Min refused expressionlessly.
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