Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

Before they had gone a mile, two more riders came galloping up from the front.

The riders dismounted from a distance, took the reins, and waited respectfully by the roadside; they were the other two of the Eight Heroes of Divine Archery.

After traveling another mile or so, the remaining four men also came to greet them. The eight riders lined up on both sides of the official road, their manners impeccable.

The Ming Cult heroes have been used to being hunted down by the government for years, and they have never been treated with such respect.

Zhou Dian puffed out his chest, scratched the back of his head, and grinned, "This is the first time I've ever enjoyed such a grand display in my forty-plus years of life."

Peng Yingyu smiled and said, "Then remember this well, and write it into your family genealogy later."

Everyone's faces lit up with joy, and they felt even more favorably toward Miss Zhao, whom they had not yet met.

As Song Qingshu rode his yellow horse, moving at a leisurely pace with the procession, his mind wandered elsewhere.

The four words "Green Willow Manor" stirred up some old interpretations he had encountered when reading the original work in his previous life, and they slowly surfaced in his mind.

In the original work, this chapter is titled "Lingfu's Drunken Guest at Green Willow Manor".

The character "芙" is coincidentally the same as Guo Fu in The Return of the Condor Heroes.

In the past, some enthusiasts meticulously examined the poems and allusions to discover the hidden connection between "hibiscus" and "leaning to the sky"—an ancient poem says "a single hibiscus leans against the sky in azure," and ancient poets often linked hibiscus and leaning to the sky, making it a perfect match.

In the original novel, the Heaven Sword was not actually in the hands of the Emei Sect for most of the time; instead, it was with Zhao Min.

What's even more intriguing is that the author used the same phrase—"as radiant as a rose"—when describing Zhao Min and Guo Fu in the book.

This is like a hidden thread that silently stitches Zhao Min and Guo Fu, the Heaven Sword and the Hibiscus together.

Since Guo Fu corresponds to the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, the title itself is quite intriguing.

This brings us back to the storyline of Guo Fu in The Return of the Condor Heroes.

If you follow this line of thought when looking at The Return of the Condor Heroes, you will find many points of contention.

If the name "Little Dragon Girl" is punctuated differently, it becomes "Little Dragon Girl". What animal is often called a little dragon?

Her senior sister, Li Mochou, is known as the "Red Serpent Fairy." What is Red Serpent?

Why are Xiaolongnu and Zhou Botong the only two characters in the entire book to revert to childhood?

Why are there children's clothes at the bottom of the cliff in the Valley of Heartbreak?

Why did Guo Jing, who always addressed Zhou Botong as "Big Brother," suddenly change his address at the end, using a more distant form of address? Did he discover some unspeakable secret?

And what about Yang Xiao and Ji Xiaofu—Fu Xiao Ji Xiao Yang? What hidden meaning lies in the reversal of these five characters?

Of course, these interpretations are ultimately just "preserving the wild but not the true," and can be taken with a grain of salt.

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In his previous life, Song Qingshu only treated it as a spectacle and a source of amusement, never taking it seriously.

At this moment, it was just a traveler revisiting a familiar place who suddenly remembered a story he had heard before, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. He was then pulled back to his senses by the scene before him.

Following the bluestone path, a large manor suddenly appeared before us.

Zhuangzi is surrounded by small rivers, and rows of green willows on the banks are reflected on the water. The willow branches droop into the water and ripple in circles as they are gently swayed in the wind.

On this dusty, northwestern Gansu-Liangzhou road, the sight of such a Jiangnan-style garden was a delight to behold, instantly brightening the eyes and uplifting the spirits of the assembled heroes.

The gates of the manor swung open, and a group of people came out to greet them.

The first person was still dressed as a young master, standing under the weeping willow in front of the door. The evening breeze blew, making her clothes flutter lightly.

Zhao Min stepped forward, cupped her hands in greeting, and spoke in a clear and crisp voice, carrying a dashing and heroic air: "The presence of the heroes of the Ming Cult at Green Willow Manor today is truly an honor."

Leader Zhang, please! Left Envoy Yang, please! Bat King Wei, please! The Five Wanderers, please!

Each time she announced a name, her gaze would naturally fall on that person, and she would nod slightly, neither humble nor arrogant, behaving with the utmost courtesy as if she were receiving an old friend.

The Ming Cult members returned the greeting one by one, secretly marveling at how well Miss Zhao knew the Ming Cult members, recognizing each person's face and identity without needing any introduction.

Zhao Min continued reporting until the very end, her gaze sweeping over the last few unfamiliar faces in the crowd. All she needed to do was announce Song Qingshu's name to complete the task.

But when her gaze finally fell upon the last figure in the green robe, the smooth rhythm of her movements suddenly paused for a moment, as if an invisible hand had gently plucked a note off a string.

"Young Master Song... please."

In just five words, a stutter was added at the beginning.

What's worse, when she announced other people's names, she looked at them openly, but when she announced "Young Master Song," her eyes seemed to be burned by something scalding hot. They quickly swept past Song Qingshu's direction and then turned to the four large characters "Green Willow Manor" on the lintel, as if the lacquered characters on the plaque had suddenly become incredibly worthy of study.

This deliberate avoidance is more like a blatant attempt to conceal something than any direct gaze.

The assembled heroes were all seasoned veterans who had weathered countless battles, each more adept at reading people than any weapon. Seeing that this poised and elegant Miss Zhao treated Song Qingshu with such special regard, they all smiled knowingly.

Zhou Dian nudged Peng Yingyu beside him with his elbow, winked, and lowered his voice, saying:

"Did you see that? Did you see that? This Miss Zhao is so generous and open with other people, but she doesn't even dare to look at our young hero Song. Something's fishy, ​​something's fishy."

Peng Yingyu clasped her hands together and said solemnly, "Amitabha, Young Hero Song is truly blessed."

Standing in the crowd, Song Qingshu took in all the stares and snickers. A rare look of embarrassment appeared on his face. He raised his hand to touch his nose, pretending not to see anything.

Meanwhile, the Ming Cult heroes' curiosity about this Miss Zhao grew even stronger.

On their journey to the Central Plains, they encountered several groups of martial arts figures along the way, but none of them could match their names and faces perfectly on their first meeting. Yang Xiao and the others' eyes flickered slightly.

Zhou Dian was a man who couldn't keep a secret, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Miss Zhao, how do you know each of our names?"

"Zhou Dian, Peng Yingyu, and Shuobude—you can even distinguish my face, which isn't very recognizable. Do you really have the ability to foresee the future?"

Zhao Min smiled slightly and calmly said:

"The heroes of the Ming Cult are famous throughout the martial arts world, who doesn't know them?"

Zhang, the leader of the sect, possessed unparalleled martial arts skills. His victory over the six major sects at Bright Peak had already become a sensation in the martial arts world.

"You have all traveled eastward to the Central Plains, and countless martial arts friends along the way have admired and welcomed you. How could I be the only one?"

These words were like sweet water to the Ming Cult members, their faces beaming, yet they repeatedly expressed their humility:

"Not at all, Miss Zhao, you flatter me."

He also felt that this made sense—the Ming Cult had recently gained great prestige, so it was normal for people to recognize them.

Just then, a clear voice slowly and deliberately cut in.

"Oh? Since you already knew, why didn't you acknowledge me when we met under the willow tree that day?"