Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

Zhao Min turned into the corridor, the flush of alcohol still lingering on her face, but her mood had cooled down in just a few steps.

The corridor was quiet, and her pace gradually slowed down.

The slight tipsiness from the banquet earlier dissipated as soon as they left the waterside pavilion, carried away by the breeze.

She began to analyze the situation at hand.

The plan has been progressing smoothly so far.

The Ming Cult members' vigilance had vanished amidst the clinking of glasses and the exchange of toasts, and the fake Heaven-Reliant Sword lay on the table.

Once they could no longer contain their curiosity and drew their swords to investigate, the fragrant wood hidden in the scabbard would mix with the scent of the Drunken Immortal Lotus flowers beside the water pavilion, forming a colorless and odorless poisonous mist.

At that time, the poisoned person will become dizzy and unable to concentrate their internal energy. The Ming Cult heroes will then be like fish on a chopping board, completely at her mercy.

By taking down the Ming Cult, the imperial court would be rid of one of its biggest threats.

Then they would crush Shaolin and set their sights on Wudang.

Once the Ming Cult and the six major sects are either eliminated or captured, the remaining minor gangs and factions will be no longer a concern.

Her mission to dismantle the martial arts world of the Central Plains and unify the Jianghu was thus completed.

  

Thus, no anti-Yuan force capable of challenging the imperial court could be assembled in the martial arts world.

At this point, all the pieces on the chessboard had been placed in their intended positions.

It's safe to say there's no suspense left.

However, at this moment, she felt a little hesitant.

She didn't want to think about that hesitant name, but that person's face just happened to surface at that moment.

Song Qingshu.

She silently repeated the name in her mind, her lips unconsciously tightening.

Forget it, that lecherous scoundrel is so annoying, let him die from poisoning. Anyway, he walked into this mess on his own, she didn't set it up for him.

But in the end, that tiny crack that opened up in my heart overcame reason.

Even though she was conflicted, she still softened.

She didn't want him to get poisoned.

Her steps abruptly stopped at the corner of the corridor.

A very soft sigh escaped her lips.

She beckoned to a maid waiting in the corridor and whispered a few instructions in the maid's ear.

The maidservant obeyed and left.

……

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Inside the waterside pavilion, amidst the clinking of glasses and the exchange of toasts, the heroes, though engrossed in drinking and eating, kept glancing at the falling Heaven-Slaying Sword.

Only Song Qingshu looked quite pleased, letting this person try this dish and this person try that dish.

He was so attentive and eager to please, as if he were the host of Green Willow Manor.

Finally, Zhou Dian couldn't hold back any longer.

He took a swig of wine, slammed the glass down on the table, and stared at the Heaven-Slaying Sword, clicking his tongue in disapproval.

"I said, Miss Zhao just left her precious sword here, she really doesn't care about us."

Leaving it hanging right under our noses, isn't that just deliberately making us itch with desire?

As he spoke, he reached out to grab the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

Although the heroes knew it was undignified to touch someone else's things without permission, their curiosity was burning in their throats.

Zhang Wuji, however, hesitated and spoke up to stop him:

"This...isn't that inappropriate? Miss Zhao has been so hospitable; it would be impolite for us to take her belongings while she's away from her seat."

Zhou Dian didn't care about any of that, and laughed heartily:

"Hey, Master, we're just looking, it's nothing, it won't bother us..."

The fingertips were about to touch the golden sword guard.

Just then, a series of light footsteps came from outside the waterside pavilion.

The heroes were skilled in martial arts and had incredibly sharp hearing; one of them immediately coughed twice to remind them.

Zhou Dian, feeling guilty, quickly withdrew his hand, sat back down, picked up the already empty wine glass and brought it to his lips, pretending to be serious.

But it was a maid who came in.

The maid walked straight to Song Qingshu's side and spoke softly:

"Young Master Song, my mistress asked me to convey a message. She requests that you come to her place; she has something to discuss with you."

Song Qingshu paused with his chopsticks and raised an eyebrow.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the corridor towards the direction where Zhao Min had disappeared, lost in thought.

It was interesting that he asked to leave at this point; it was somewhat unexpected.

He put down his chopsticks, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Qunhao, indicating that he would leave the table for the time being, and then slowly followed the maid out of the waterside pavilion.

The heroes didn't think much of it; they had all witnessed the entanglement between Young Master Song and Miss Zhao.

It's perfectly normal for the young lady to ask him to come over and have a few words with her.

As Song Qingshu stepped out of the waterside pavilion, he paused slightly and turned back by the pillar.

He saw it clearly: Zhou Dian reached out his hand again and touched the Heaven-Slaying Sword that everyone longed for.

……

Stepping out of the waterside pavilion, we strolled through the flowers and willows.

Song Qingshu followed the maid to a secluded side room in a small courtyard. The door to the side room was open.

Zhao Min had changed into a moon-white silk dress and stood with her hands behind her back in front of the door.

This moon-white silk dress made her look even more elegant and graceful, radiant with beauty.

A gentle breeze blew by, causing her clothes to flutter lightly.

"Young Master Song, you've arrived quickly."

She spoke first, her voice a few degrees lighter than the others at the table.

"Since Miss Zhao has invited me, how could I dare to be negligent?"

Song Qingshu stopped on the steps and looked at her, his gaze sweeping over her moon-white silk dress. Suddenly, he took a big step forward, closing the distance between them to less than a step.

He leaned slightly forward, staring at her with a half-smile.

"I wonder what business Miss Zhao has summoned me here? Could it be...?"

This distance is already quite presumptuous, especially between a man and a woman.

A faint, pleasant fragrance wafted into my nostrils; it was Zhao Min's scent.

Zhao Minlian shifted her steps slightly, subtly turning half an inch to the side, bringing the distance between them back to a safe level.

But her composed and elegant demeanor from just now had been ruined by this advance and retreat.

This person always manages to lead her astray; he's shameless.

"What...what do you think about all day?"

She glared at him, her tone tinged with annoyance and a hint of helplessness.

"I called you over because I felt I had acted somewhat inappropriately when I left the table earlier, so I wanted to apologize to you privately. Don't overthink it."

Upon hearing her say this, Song Qingshu's expression instantly changed.

He took a half step back, put his hands behind his back, and tilted his head at a 45-degree angle to the sky. The twilight shone on his profile, giving him an appearance of profound melancholy and sorrow.

He sighed repeatedly, "So that's how it is! Ah! I thought... I thought... Ah!"

He sighed with deep emotion, as if he had suffered some tremendous blow.

Zhao Min found his rapid change of expression quite amusing. Even though she knew his demeanor was feigned, she was still intrigued by his two hesitant "I thought" utterances, and finally couldn't resist pressing him for an answer:

"What else did you think?"

Song Qingshu turned his melancholy head, staring blankly at Zhao Min with those same melancholy eyes. His throat unconsciously produced a bubbly sound as he spoke in a low, magnetic voice:

"I thought... you were here to keep your promise."

Zhao Min was taken aback at first, then realized what he meant by the agreement, but felt uncomfortable under his gaze. She unconsciously raised her hand to smooth a strand of hair at her temple and tuck it behind her ear.

Her actions, full of feminine charm, combined with her men's clothing, created a unique and alluring effect.

Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

But then she said, "You wish! An agreement is only valid if both parties agree. I never agreed to let you wear women's clothes."

"I'm already very beautiful, so what's wrong with having even more beautiful dreams!"

Song Qingshu spoke these words with such fervor and conviction that they were no less powerful than when he stood atop Bright Peak, facing the six major sects who were fiercely protecting Zhang Wuji. After speaking, he even flicked the hem of his long robe.

Zhao Min: "..."

Maid: "..."

The courtyard was deathly silent.

A gentle breeze blows by.

Suddenly, a crow flew in from nowhere, swooping over their heads with a "caw c ...

"Hmph! So noisy!"

Song Qingshu glanced at him coldly and raised his hand.

The crow died!

The maid, who had intended to chuckle, fell silent, trembling with fear.

"Ahem... Young Master Song is alright. Let's go back to the waterside pavilion and not keep the Ming Cult heroes waiting."

After saying that, Zhao Min quickly walked towards the waterside pavilion.

As Song Qingshu watched her departing figure, the playful expression on his face gradually faded, and he regained his usual composure and calm.

This girl is quite thoughtful to have asked me to come over.

Although he wasn't called over, he wasn't afraid of the poison. With the Nine Yang Divine Skill protecting him, the poison had no effect on him.

But the fact that she has this intention makes her stand out.

After thinking it over, he took a step and followed.