Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

The yellow horse galloped with its four hooves flying, and the blue robe fluttered in the wind.

The reason Song Qingshu took this matter so seriously was that he wanted the Ming Cult members to owe him a great favor.

The instigation and encouragement at Bright Peak was ultimately just a favor done for him. Although the Ming Cult members were grateful to him, they were far from being close friends.

But this time is different.

He returned to the enemy camp alone, retrieved the antidote from the mastermind, and saved the lives of all the high-ranking members of the Ming Cult.

After this incident, his standing among the Ming Cult members will rise dramatically, as this was a genuine act of saving his life.

These people are all top-notch martial arts masters, so it goes without saying that they would benefit greatly from such a favor.

Therefore, he was dedicated to finding the antidote and did not delay for a moment on the way.

After all, this poison is no joke; once it takes effect, one will die within a short time.

If the members of the Ming Cult really die here, things will get really interesting.

Another crucial point is that with his involvement, Zhao Min may genuinely want the Ming Cult to die this time, so the trip may not necessarily go smoothly. He should be on his guard.

As I pondered, the outline of Green Willow Manor reappeared before my eyes.

  

Just to be on the safe side, he abandoned his horse when he was still several dozen feet away from the gate of the manor, casually tied the reins to a willow tree by the roadside, and used his lightness skill to swiftly move away.

With a single leap, his body shot out like an arrow.

The servants guarding the manor gate felt a gust of wind brush past their heads. They looked up in confusion but couldn't see a single person. They were completely unaware that someone had already broken in.

Song Qingshu went straight into the back garden. The manor was much quieter than before, and the Eight Heroes of Divine Arrows were nowhere to be seen.

Upon arriving at the waterside pavilion, one sees a young woman dressed in a moon-white silk skirt embroidered with silver willow branches. Her waist is slender, and she is sitting drinking tea and reading, holding a cup in her left hand and a book in her right.

Her beauty was indescribable, and her every move exuded an air of nobility that made people dare not look directly at her.

Hearing footsteps approaching, she turned around, her eyes sparkling with a clever glint in her eyes, and gave a slight smile.

Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. Damn it, no wonder Zhang Wuji chose Zhao Min. Who wouldn't be tempted by her?

Even with his two lifetimes of experience and his self-proclaimed unwavering resolve, he lost his mind at this moment.

For a moment, the waterside pavilion was so quiet that only the sound of fish leaping in the water could be heard.

He only snapped back to reality when a soft, clear female voice entered his ears.

Why is Young Master Song staring at me like that?

Zhao Min raised the corners of her eyes slightly, her smile radiant.

"Don't tell me that my appearance in women's clothing is different from what you imagined?"

"cough……"

Song Qingshu blushed, composed himself, and said, "Miss, your beauty is so striking that one cannot look directly at you."

Zhao Min maintained her smile on her face, but inwardly she couldn't help but spit: Bah, what do you mean by "cannot be looked at"? I see your eyes don't even blink.

However, hearing him praise himself so frankly, I couldn't help but smile slightly, feeling quite pleased.

He immediately spoke up: "Young Master Song, you've returned; have you forgotten something?"

His tone was relaxed and comfortable.

Judging from her tone, Song Qingshu felt as if she had long expected him to return.

However, upon further reflection, she understood. In her view, the Ming Cult members must have been poisoned and collapsed on the ground, while she herself remained unharmed due to her deliberate leniency.

Since he was the only one who could ride back, it must be him.

Judging from the current situation, she doesn't have the same goodwill towards Zhang Wuji as in the original novel, and this scheme is truly intended to destroy the Ming Cult.

Let's get the antidote first, and think about the rest later.

Thinking of this, he stopped beating around the bush and went straight to the point: "Miss Zhao, I'd like to ask you for a few flowers and plants."

Without waiting for her reply, he lightly touched the ground with his feet and his figure darted towards the pond like a swallow.

He lightly touched the water's surface with his toes, taking several steps across the pool like a dragonfly skimming the water. He then bent down and uprooted seven or eight Drunken Immortal Lotus plants from the water. With a splash of water, he turned and landed steadily back in the water pavilion.

The entire set of movements was fluid and seamless, taking only a breath.

With the antidote in hand, he felt somewhat relieved.

Zhao Min watched quietly the whole time without making a move.

Seeing Song Qingshu standing there in a daze, she asked softly, "Now that you've got what you wanted, why aren't you leaving?"

"Um... Miss Zhao, thank you for the antidote. I'll take my leave now," Song Qingshu said hesitantly.

Zhao Min lowered her head, took a sip of tea, and said calmly, "Young Master Song, please make yourself at home."

Song Qingshu: "..."

Wait a minute! This plot isn't right!

Shouldn't you have first tested me, then devised a plan to lure me into the dungeon, and finally, after I've given you a foot massage, comfortably opened the dungeon door?

This is the normal procedure for the Green Willow Manor dungeon scene.

What is this now?

"You're just letting me go like this?"

Song Qingshu asked somewhat unwillingly.

Zhao Min paused in her tea-drinking sip, then continued calmly, "Young Master Song, you're overthinking it. If you want to leave, then leave."

Song Qingshu was truly dumbfounded. Zhao Min's reaction didn't seem fake. Was she really letting him go?

He just stares at the book in his hand, not even looking at himself.

What was she trying to achieve by going through all this trouble? Just to watch me take the antidote?

He didn't believe that his relationship with Zhao Min had developed to the point where she would abandon her plans.

In the original story, when Zhang Wuji came to get the antidote, Zhao Min actually took action to trap him. However, she and Zhang Wuji ended up in a dungeon. Under Zhang Wuji's foot massage technique, their relationship made substantial progress, and Zhao Min fell in love with him, which is why she let the Ming Cult go.

But now that they've said they're letting me go, even though I feel regretful, I have no choice but to say goodbye.

"Miss Zhao, I'm leaving... I'm really leaving? I'm really... really leaving..."

He kept looking back as he took a step, his steps faltering.

Zhao Min remained seated, her gaze fixed on the pages of the book, her expression unchanged, seemingly unconcerned.

However, if you look closely, you will notice that her fingers are slightly tightening when she holds the book.

At that moment, she was completely exasperated.

That bastard is so slow! Just take one more step forward, just one more step.

It wasn't that she hadn't prepared a trap; it's that this guy didn't step into it.

Finally, just as Zhao Min was about to reach her limit, Song Qingshu stepped onto the flip-flop floor tile.

Zhao Min let out a long sigh and spoke softly, "Young Master Song!"

Song Qingshu turned around with a puzzled look, only to see Zhao Min with a sly expression, one hand already on the edge of the stone table, turning it slightly.

"Click".

Song Qingshu suddenly felt his feet sink into the ground. The bluestone slab flipped downwards without warning, and his body suddenly lost its balance, plummeting straight down.

Seeing that the plan was about to succeed, Zhao Min felt an indescribable sense of joy.

But she suddenly caught a glimpse of a slight smile playing on the corners of his mouth as he fell.

That was clearly a smile.

It's as if to say, "We've finally waited for this!"

A chill ran down her spine, and she became instantly alert.

Sure enough, a hand had already climbed onto the edge of the dungeon entrance.

The moment the five fingers gripped the edge of the stone, the downward momentum came to an abrupt halt.

This guy's reaction was so quick that it was only a blink of an eye from the moment the flip board was triggered to the moment he fell, and he was able to find a point of leverage in mid-air.

Zhao Min cursed under her breath, not daring to be negligent any longer, and suddenly got up and flew over.

While in mid-air, his right hand had already drawn a thin, soft sword from the folds of the book. The sword was taut and gleaming with a cold light.

With a swift movement of her wrist, her soft sword flashed like a snake emerging from its hole, slashing towards Song Qingshu's fingers that were gripping the stone edge.

This sword strike was both accurate and ruthless; it was certain that if he wanted to keep his finger, he would have to let go and fall.

She had calculated that this sword strike would force him to fall.

Little did they know that Song Qingshu had already secured the necessary support.

He pressed his five fingers hard against the edge of the stone, and his whole body rose up like a spring. He then used his left palm to strike the spine of the sword with great force, and the palm wind was powerful. It was a head-on collision.

When Zhao Min's first attack failed, she pressed down again with her left palm, aiming straight for his shoulder, trying to force him back down into the cave.

The two men, one above the other, clasped their hands together at the cave entrance, producing a dull thud.

Song Qingshu, who had already risen to the top, was slightly pushed back by her palm strike, but he reacted even faster.

With a flick of his right wrist, he firmly gripped Zhao Min's left wrist.

The force was surprisingly strong. Zhao Min felt a tightness in her wrist and was pulled over.

She was already standing on the edge of the flip-flop, and when he pulled her, she lost her balance and fell forward uncontrollably.

The two fell together.