Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

Yin and Yang, cold and hot.

The four palm strikes collided, and even the surrounding air seemed to be distorted and deformed.

The two brothers stood side by side, like two blazing suns rising together.

They forcefully pushed back the chilling palm strikes of the Xuanming Elders, making them retreat inch by inch!

The two elders of Xuanming, their blue faces flushed red, were simply no match for each other.

despair!despair!despair!

He staggered back three steps, his face turning from red to purple, his dantian churning, and he forced himself to swallow back a mouthful of blood.

In contrast, the two brothers only swayed slightly, still maintaining a calm and composed demeanor.

The two elders of Xuanming had never suffered such a great loss before, especially at the hands of two young upstarts.

Enraged, he drew his weapon.

The man with the deer staff was holding a short staff with a forked head shaped like deer antlers. The staff was entirely black, and it was unclear what it was made of.

The old man holding the Crane Brush holds two brushes, the tips of which are as sharp as a crane's beak, yet they shine with a crystalline light.

Those around Zhao Min were all astonished, having never seen these two wield weapons against an enemy before.

Zhang Wuji was not afraid at all; on the contrary, his anger surged, and he shouted, "When I was young, you two captured me and I almost lost my life. Today, I will settle both the old and new scores!"

The two sides were about to fight again when Zhao Min stopped them, saying, "Everyone, stop!"

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Once the four of them had lowered their guard, she turned to Song Qingshu and said, "Young Master Song, if you want to use force, you are welcome to try and see if you can get the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment from me."

Song Qingshu hadn't originally intended to make a move; it was Zhang Wuji's concern that led him to act rashly. He then spoke:

"I wonder how Miss Zhao will be willing to take out this Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment?"

Zhao Min smiled upon hearing this, snapped her folding fan shut with a "snap," tapped the fan ribs with her fingertips, and glanced at Song Qingshu's face, her smile carrying a hint of slyness.

Seeing her like this, Song Qingshu thought to himself that this little girl was cunning and shrewd, and he wondered what she was up to now.

Could it be like the original story, where she makes me agree to three conditions?

If that's the case, agreeing to her isn't out of the question.

But then Zhao Min beckoned to Song Qingshu with her finger: "Ahem... come forward and speak."

What does this mean? Is this someone whispering to me?

Zhang Wuji frowned and warned, "Senior brother, be careful what tricks they might be up to."

The people inside the hall looked at each other in bewilderment, wondering what Zhao Min was up to.

Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment, then gestured to Zhang Wuji not to worry before slowly stepping forward.

The two were not far apart; after only a few steps, Song Qingshu arrived in front of Zhao Min.

Zhao Min waved her hand, signaling those around her to step back for the time being. The experts beside her, including the two elders of Xuanming, hesitated for a moment but still took a few steps back.

As soon as Song Qingshu stood still, a refreshing fragrance wafted into his nostrils, a familiar scent that made his heart skip a beat.

Almost simultaneously, Zhao Min also caught a whiff of his scent.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously curled up.

The memory of that day in the dungeon, skin to skin, breath to breath, suddenly surged back, and a quiet heat rose to the tips of my ears.

But then Song Qingshu said, "At this distance, Miss Zhao, aren't you afraid that I might suddenly have malicious intentions and capture you?"

Zhao Min slightly raised her chin and said crisply, "If I don't want to do something, no one can force me to do it, even if they kill me."

Song Qingshu raised an eyebrow slightly, then asked, "Miss Zhao, what brings you here to instruct me?"

She paused, then turned slightly to the side, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in Song Qingshu's ear.

Warm breath gently brushed against my ear, carrying a delicate fragrance that lingered around me.

What kind of behavior is this in front of everyone in the hall!

You…this…sigh! Never mind! Never mind!

Song Qingshu felt a tingling sensation on the tip of his ear, and his heart inexplicably fluttered.

He then heard Zhao Min lower her voice, her breath sweet as orchids, and a few words drifted into his ears.

Song Qingshu was taken aback at first, then his expression turned strange. "That's it?"

Those in the hall, watching from afar, were even more bewildered. Then they saw Zhao Min speak a few words to Song Qingshu, then step back and speak loudly:

"This matter neither violates the code of chivalry nor exceeds your capabilities."

How is it?

"If Young Hero Song agrees to this condition, the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment will be presented to you!"

Song Qingshu stared at Zhao Min for a moment, then smiled and said, "Alright, I promise you!"

Hey! What exactly did you two say? Can't you just explain it clearly?!

The people in the hall were scratching their heads in bewilderment, cursing inwardly: "Two riddle-solving people!"

Zhao Min was quite pleased to receive Song Qingshu's reply: "In that case, the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment will be served shortly! Farewell!"

After speaking, she turned around, and her subordinates made way for her. Zhao Min walked straight to the yellow sedan chair and was escorted away.

In no time, the several hundred people who had been inside the hall had all left.

The grand drama of besieging Wudang has thus come to an end.

After a while, Zhao Yishang, one of the Eight Heroes of Divine Archery, with a strange and unsettling expression, brought two jade bottles and handed them to Song Qingshu. He left without saying a word.

Damn it! Who are you giving me attitude all day long? This kid has been looking down on me ever since the Ganliang Road incident. Sooner or later I'll make you kneel down and sing "Conquer".

However, he was too lazy to argue with him now, and Song Qingshu looked at the two jade bottles in his hand.

These two jade vases were carved from two pieces of black jade.

It was as black as lacquer, and warm to the touch. Just looking at this jade bottle, it was worth a fortune; it was an extremely precious treasure.

Upon uncorking the bottles, a fragrant and refreshing scent wafts out; each bottle is filled with black plaster.

It must be the Black Jade Broken Heart Ointment.

He handed the jade bottle to Zhang Wuji for examination, and Zhang Wuji quickly took it, immediately overjoyed: "Senior Brother! Sixth Uncle and Third Uncle's injuries can be healed! Thanks to you!"

He was genuinely happy, but then immediately asked, "Senior brother... what did Miss Zhao say to you in the end? How did she agree to give you the medicine after you gave your consent?"

Song Qingshu thought to himself, "How did this kid become so gossipy after learning Tai Chi?"

"Children shouldn't pry into adults' affairs."

Zhang Wuji was rebuffed, so he rubbed his nose, chuckled twice, and didn't press the matter further. Holding the jade bottle, he excitedly went to tell Yu Daiyan and Yin Liting the good news.

……

With the enemy defeated, Wudang arranged a vegetarian feast to thank the leaders of the Ming Cult for their help today.

At the same time, Zhang Wuji also issued an order to arrange for the Five Elements Flags to closely monitor the movements of Zhao Min and her group.

Firstly, to prevent the other party from returning, regrouping, and causing further disturbances.

Secondly, as long as we keep a close eye on this group of people, we can follow the clues to find the whereabouts of the masters from the six major sects and try to rescue them.

During the gathering, everyone toasted and talked about today's battle, praising Song Qingshu in their conversations.

Indeed, after this battle, Song Qingshu's status in the hearts of the Wudang disciples was no different from that of his father, Song Yuanqiao.

Zhang Sanfeng was naturally very satisfied with Song Qingshu's performance this time, seeing the responsibility and demeanor that a chief disciple should have.