“I’ve made up my mind, so you don’t need to talk more about it.” Zhao Min naturally understood the thoughts of the three of them, but she also knew that the three of them had very little chance to beat Song Qingshu even if the attacked together. Even if Song Qingshu only relied on his unpredictable movement technique, the three of them wouldn’t be able to catch him, not to mention, she herself didn’t want to see him get harmed.
Watching Zhao Min turning around to leave, Song Qingshu anxiously said, “But Princess, the poison in your…”
Zhao Min paused, and snorted, “The Ruyang Prince is full of talented people, and they will have their own detoxification methods, so you don’t have to bother anymore.” After speaking, she resolutely left and never looked back.
“The Princess is already gone. Is Brother-in-law still feeling reluctant to part with her?” Bing Xue’er came to Song Qingshu’s side, saw him staring blankly at the direction where Zhao Min disappeared, and spoke with a slight jealous tone.
“No way, I was just wondering if Master Murong can deal with Murong Jingyue.” Song Qingshu came back to his senses and have a weird laugh.
Bing Xue’er blushed, and angrily said, “Brother-in-law, why are you smiling so weirdly?”
“It’s nothing.” Song Qingshu shook his head, smiled.
Bing Xue’er angrily glared at him, and her crystal clear skin showed a shade of red, “Brother-in-law, I’m afraid I have to say goodbye to you.”
Song Qingshu was startled, “Sister-in-law, why?”
Bing Xue’er lowered her eyelashes as her figure slightly trembled, “I’ve been looking for news about Murong Jingyue, and now I finally found his whereabouts, how can I let him go?”
Song Qingshu remained silent.
In order to avenge her husband, Bing Xue’er had been chasing after Murong Jingyue all this time, so how could he stop her now and selfishly keep her with him?
However, the two had been separated for a long time before they could finally meet again. And now that they had to go their separate ways again, Song Qingshu felt extremely reluctant in his heart. So after thinking for a while, he finally found a valid reason, “Sister-in-law, you should understand that Murong Jingyue’s martial arts is very high, and I’m afraid his realm is much higher than we had expected. Even if my Sister-in-law finds him, not only will you not be able to avenge her, but you might fall into the enemy’s hands instead, so why bother to go after him?”
Bing Xue’er looked into the distance, and let out a faint sigh, “Brother-in-law, have you ever heard that saying?”
“Which one?” Song Qingshu was taken aback.
“Knowing it’s impossible but still attempt to achieve it.” Bing Xue’er bit her red lips, and slowly spit out a few words.
Although Bing Xue’er spoke softly, Song Qingshu understood that she had made up her mind, and he felt an urge in his heart to say that he also wanted to accompany her to track down Murong Jingyue.
Song Qingshu knew in his heart that there was some ambiguity between the two of them, and if he made this choice, it might not be difficult for him to get Bing Xueer’s heart in the end.
But he knew that he still had other matter waiting for him elsewhere. Mongolia was getting stronger and stronger each day, and it was already obvious that they wanted to conquer the world. If he didn’t hurry up to digest the power of the Qing Dynasty, he was afraid that he won’t even be qualified to compete in the future.
The time Song Qingshu had spent while accompanying Zhao Min all the way to Kaifeng to seek medical treatment could be more or less be regarded as official business. The more important thing was that time was still within his control. Song Qingshu could finish all the matters within a day or two, and then he could rush back to Shandong to join Xia Qingqing and deal with the Golden Serpent Camp.
But the matter of Bing Xue’er’s search for Murong Jingyue was different.
Murong Jingyue was highly skilled in martial arts and extremely cunning as well. Song Qingshu was sure that they would definitely not be able to catch him in a short time. If he spent all his time with that matter, then he would be unable to return to Shandong by the time Dongfang Muxue mobilized the imperial army to march south according to the original plan. It would be nothing short of a disaster!
With a long sigh, Song Qingshu had to make up his mind, “Since that’s the case, I will pass on my martial arts to Sister-in-law. That way, you will be able to protect yourself when you find Murong Jingyue in the future.”
A gloomy look flashed across Bing Xue’er’s eyes, but she quickly covered it up and asked, “What martial arts?”
“The Nine Yin Scriptures.” Song Qingshu slowly said.
Although the “Nine Yin Scriptures” has always been one of the most treasured martial arts in the wulin, but as a transmigrator, his thinking was quite different from that of the natives.
In the past, Song Qingshu had always wondered why Guo Jing didn’t pass his “Nine Yin Manual” to the soldiers of the Song army. If every soldier in the Song Dynasty knew the “Nine Yin Manual”, how terrifying would their combat power be?
However, after coming to this world, Song Qingshu finally understood his difficulties. Firstly, an advanced martial arts such as the “Nine Yin Scriptures” was difficult to understand, and ordinary soldiers might not be able to learn them. Secondly, keeping the secret from leaking was also a huge problem. Thirdly, the greater the ability, the greater their desire. When the soldiers learn such advanced martial arts, they might not want to obey orders as before. In the battleground, a martial arts master who didn’t obey orders would be far less effective than a soldier who obeyed orders.
Although he understood all this, he still didn’t want to give up. Song Qingshu wanted to arm his subordinates with peerless martial arts, not to mention that Bing Xue’er had an extraordinary relationship with him, so giving her a mere “Nine Yin Manual” was nothing.
However, Bing Xue’er unexpectedly shook her head, and regarded the treasure as nothing. Her tone remained gentle but firm, “I don’t want to practice it.”
“Why?” Now it was Song Qingshu’s turn to be dumbfounded.
Bing Xue’er remained silent for a while, and a strange look appeared in her beautiful eyes, “If I remember correctly, when we were traveling the wulin together, Brother-in-law once told me that the Nine Yin Scriptures were found from the Heaven Sword and the Dragon Saber.”
“Yes?” Song Qingshu answered with a bewildered expression.
“And the Nine Yin Scriptures were given to you by your wife.” Bing Xue’er quietly sighed, “Brother-in-law shouldn’t use his wife’s things to please other women. If it wasn’t for saving Fei’er, I wouldn’t have even learned the White Python Whip from you.”
Hearing her mention Zhou Zhiruo, Song Qingshu was startled. He hadn’t considered such a thing, and didn’t know how to explain it, so all he could was stand still in silence.
Song Qingshu knew very well that Bing Xue’er was unwilling to learn the thing he got from his wife. But his other martial arts, such as the Divine Brilliance Scripture and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, were not suitable for women to practice, much less the Joyful Meditation Method. He didn’t want to be beaten to death by his embarrassed sister-in-law.
Moreover, Song Qingshu’s swordsmanship was more focused on sword intent, not the intricacies of sword moves itself, and Bing Xue’er had not yet reached that realm, so she couldn’t learn it even if he passed them on to her.
“But your martial arts is no match for Murong Jingyue at all. When he recovers from his internal injuries, you will definitely lose against him.” Song Qingshu worried.
“Actually…” Bing Xue’er suddenly hesitated, and a coy look appeared on her face.
“Actually what?” Song Qingshu was taken aback.
“Actually, I also have a superior internal method, but for various reasons, I haven’t practiced it. If I master it, I should have no problem dealing with Murong Jingyue.” Bing Xue’ers’ snow-white face suddenly flushed red.
Song Qingshu curiously asked, “Why would you not practice such a powerful method?”
“It’s just that there is a huge difficulty in practicing this internal method.” Bing Xue’er didn’t answer directly, and beat about the bush, as her pretty face got even more red.
“What’s the difficulty? Although I still can’t claim to be invincible in the world with my current martial arts realm, but it shouldn’t be that hard for me to understand the difficulty of practicing internal methods. I can help you understand it.” Song Qingshu was telling the truth.
Although he might not have reached Wang Chongyang’s level of expertise, but it shouldn’t be a big problem for him to give Bing Xue’er some pointers on her practice of internal strength.
“This internal method is the highest method of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and it’s called the “Jade Heart Sutra.” Bing Xue’er still didn’t reveal the difficulty, but just mentioned the name of the internal method.
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Absolutely no reason for Jinlun to obstruct Qingshu’s way. He was not even focused on Zhao Min, obviously about to pursue Murong Jingyue. This was a stupid move. The author is trying really hard to keep Jingyue alive, huh?