Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

Chapter 66 Trust Between People

Time seemed to stand still.

The scene was completely silent! Everyone was speechless!

In the midst of this deathly silence, a voice suddenly rang out from atop the tower, filled with fervor: "You unfilial son! Look what you've done!"

Song Yuanqiao clung to the railing, his back already covered in a cold sweat.

He was so close, so very close, that old man would have passed away. That unfilial son is really finding all sorts of ways to ruin him!

As the dust settled, a large crater appeared before them, and the boy staggered to his feet inside.

Zhang Wuji stared blankly at Song Qingshu, tears glistening in his eyes.

What about the trust between people? Senior brother! You have betrayed the bond between us!

Seeing that he was about to burst into tears, Song Qingshu's temple throbbed with a vein; he simply couldn't bear to watch any longer.

Damn it! This kid turned the tables on me first.

He said irritably, "That's enough. You're putting on an act with me. Don't think I don't know you took precautions when you jumped down."

"If you hadn't taken it upon yourself at the last minute, I wouldn't have had to let it go, acting like you trusted me so much."

With his little scheme exposed, Zhang Wuji looked at Song Qingshu resentfully and muttered under his breath, "I was just tricked a lot when I was a kid, it's a conditioned reflex—"

Just as Zhang Wuji was about to hit the ground, he unleashed his Nine Yang True Qi, which clashed against the ground and deflected Song Qingshu's hand.

At the same time, he used the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth and the Tai Chi force to deflect the force, and the final blow made it look like he fell and dust flew up and the crater was several inches deep.

In reality, it was all bark and no bite; there was no real damage.

Song Qingshu was speechless and said to him, "Alright, since you're alright, you can take over the rest."

Zhang Wuji scratched his head sheepishly: "No, senior brother, I've only recovered about 70% of my strength. I'm not entirely confident I can catch them. We brothers will have to go together."

He dusted himself off and jumped out of the pit.

Those on the tower, looking down from above, could not hear the details of the two's conversation, but they could clearly see that Zhang Wuji was alive and kicking, without the slightest injury.

Those who cared about Zhang Wuji, including Song Yuanqiao, Yang Xiao, and Zhou Zhiruo, breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Yuanqiao stroked his beard and turned to Kong Wen, He Taichong, and the others beside him, smiling, "I've had high hopes for this child since he was little; he's always been very measured in his actions—"

Heroes:

The fire was raging and there was no time to lose. Zhang Wuji shouted from below, "Seniors, please jump down one by one. My senior brother and I will catch you together. We will make sure there is no danger."

Song Yuanqiao flicked his robes and bowed to the assembled heroes: "Gentlemen, let me set an example first."

What could the assembled heroes say? After all, the people below were his son and nephew. They all gestured for Song, the great hero, to hurry up and stop dawdling.

Song Yuanqiao moved swiftly and cleanly, gracefully vaulting over the railing with one hand, shouting, "Qingshu! Your father is here!"

Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu simultaneously assumed their stances, and as Song Yuanqiao fell above their heads, they gently clapped their palms out.

These two palms respectively contain the pulling force of the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth and the deflection force of Tai Chi. With one pull and one deflection, Song Yuanqiao's downward force is redirected from top to bottom to left to right.

Song Yuanqiao flew horizontally, soaring several meters, which dissipated much of the force. By this time, he had recovered half of his strength, and landed steadily after a spin.

Upon seeing this, the people on the tower cheered. This time, the two brothers were catching the person at the same time, which was obviously much more secure.

The heroes of Wudang took the lead, followed by masters from Shaolin, Kunlun, Huashan, and Kongtong sects, who leaped down one after another.

Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji worked together seamlessly, with one pulling and the other deflecting the force. Even those who were heavy-bodied and whose internal energy had not yet recovered could land safely, at most staggering a few steps, and no one was injured.

Watching the figures landing one after another below the tower, Zhao Min knew that if she didn't leave now, she would become a prisoner. She knew that her long-planned scheme had completely failed.

Her fingers tightened slightly as she recalled the bet she had made with her father. A hint of sadness flashed in her eyes, but quickly replaced by a determined look, as if she had made up her mind.

He said to Song Qingshu, "Meet me at the usual place tomorrow at dusk. I want you to fulfill your promise to me ahead of time."

Song Qingshu was taken aback. Before he could respond, Zhao Min had already ordered them to leave Wan'an Temple, leaving Song Qingshu with only her back turned.

The other five factions, including Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao, have all been guided down the tower, leaving only the Emei faction.

Fan Yao looked at Miejue and said sarcastically, "Is the nun still thinking about committing suicide?"

After saying this, he laughed loudly and leaped down the tower, shouting, "Master! I've arrived!"

Miejue's face turned ashen as she swallowed the powder, thinking that she and Zhou Zhiruo had both been poisoned, and she was filled with despair.

But after a long time, not only did the poison not take effect, but her internal strength gradually recovered. She then realized that the evil cultist was deliberately provoking her in order to make her take the antidote.

But how proud she was! She hated the Demonic Sect to the core; for the Demonic Sect to save her was more painful than killing her.

Thick smoke billowed and billowed, flames had already licked the corner of the tenth floor, the thick wooden pillars were creaking from the heat, and the entire pagoda was teetering on the verge of collapse.

The crowd below the tower watched anxiously, shouting in unison, "Jump down! Jump down!"

Miejue suddenly turned her head and shouted sternly at Zhou Zhiruo, "Zhiruo, jump down!"

Zhou Zhiruo, her eyes red-rimmed, shook her head vehemently: "If Master doesn't jump, then this disciple won't jump."

When the other disciples of the Emei Sect saw this, they thought, "What time is it? Why are you being so polite?"

They were already terrified by the fire and no longer cared about hierarchy or etiquette. They looked at each other, and one of them spoke in a trembling voice: "Zhi--Zhi-ruo, you stay with Master for now, I--we'll go down first!"

At the critical moment of life and death, these disciples, who usually abided by the sect rules and respected their master, could not care about anything else. Without waiting for Miejue's permission, they gritted their teeth and jumped off the tower one by one, leaving only the master and disciple on the tower in an instant.

Miejue had long been determined to die and intended to burn down the tower with it, but when she saw her disciple who was determined not to live alone, her cold and hard brows finally softened a little, revealing a rare hint of compassion.

She raised her hand and gently stroked Zhou Zhiruo's hair, her voice softening: "Good child, your teacher will go down with you now."

She reached out and wrapped her arms around Zhou Zhiruo's waist, then leaped over the railing with a light touch of her toes.

Zhang Wuji, with his sharp eyes, nudged Song Qingshu beside him and said, "Senior brother, it looks like two people have come down."

Song Qingshu: "Hmm."

Zhang Wuji: "You will pick up Abbess Miejue later, and I will pick up Miss Zhou."

Song Qingshu: "————"

Damn it, you've used all your dirty tricks on your senior brother, haven't you?

Kid, save your breath. This stubborn extinction breed doesn't need our help. We'll probably slap you in the face later.

Zhang Wuji had no idea that Miejue was determined to die. At this moment, her Nine Yang True Qi surged around her, and she used all her strength to stare longingly at the two people in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the two were only a few feet off the ground. Abbess Miejue suddenly gathered her strength in her arms and lifted Zhou Zhiruo several feet higher.

In this way, Zhou Zhiruo fell from a height of about ten feet, and her falling momentum intensified, crashing down like a meteor.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Wuji had no time to think and leaped to catch Miejue.

Unexpectedly, when Miejue saw him reach out, a fierce glint flashed in her eyes. She mustered all her remaining inner strength and struck out with a backhand palm.

With their palms clashing, the immense force of Abbess Miejue's downward fall was so fierce that Zhang Wuji's attempt to catch her was instantly shattered. He let out a muffled groan and was forced back several steps as Abbess Miejue crashed heavily to the ground.

With the support of the extinction, Zhou Zhiruo landed smoothly.

She looked up and saw her master lying in a pool of blood. Her face turned deathly pale. She rushed over and knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face, crying out repeatedly, "Master! Master!"

The other Emei disciples also quickly gathered around, each with a sorrowful expression.

Abbess Miejue lay on the ground, her breath weak, gasping for air, and spoke intermittently to the Emei disciples: "From this day forward—Zhou—Zhou Zhiruo will be the fourth generation leader of the Emei Sect—"

She looked up at Zhou Zhiruo again, her gaze carrying a final stubbornness: "Zhiruo—your master—does not want you to be indebted to the traitors of the Demonic Sect—do you remember the matter I entrusted to you?"

Zhou Zhiruo nodded repeatedly, her voice choked with sobs, "Master, I dare not forget, I will never forget."

Extinction raised her hand to stroke Zhou Zhiruo again: "In this way, your teacher can rest in peace—"

Before he could finish speaking or touch her, he breathed his last.

Upon seeing this, the experts from the six major sects all let out a long sigh.

Despite their different sects and philosophies, one cannot help but respect this nun's indomitable spirit.

Zhang Wuji, having calmed the churning blood in his chest, stepped forward to offer a few words of comfort to Zhou Zhiruo, and had just begun to call out, "Miss Zhou."

Zhou Zhiruo had already picked up Miejue's body and walked past him with her eyes downcast, not even giving him a glance.

Zhang Wuji watched her retreating figure, assuming she was blaming him for failing to save Miejue, and swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

It is no longer safe to stay at Wan'an Temple.

The masters of the six major sects joined forces with the Ming Cult members, reorganized their troops, and headed straight for the west gate.

The Yuan soldiers guarding the gate were few in number, and when they saw this group of martial arts masters like tigers unleashed from their cages, they were no match for them and were scattered in no time.

After traveling several miles outside the city, the group encountered Yin Tianzheng leading a waiting carriage.

After this battle, the six major sects and the Ming Cult put aside their past grievances and expressed their gratitude to the Ming Cult, while also congratulating Wudang on producing such a young talent as Song Qingshu.

Song Yuanqiao stroked his beard and replied with a smile, "Not at all, not at all, my son still needs polishing, still needs polishing, hahaha."

You can see his back teeth when he smiles.

Everyone knew that this place was only a few dozen miles from the capital. They had caused such a ruckus at Wan'an Temple today that after the Prince of Ruyang quelled the fire at his palace, he would definitely send a large army to hunt them down.

Most of the people present had not yet recovered their internal strength. Even at their peak, they could not withstand the encirclement and suppression by organized troops, and it was not a place for them to stay for long.

The leaders of the various sects have reached a decision to temporarily split up their forces and return to their respective mountain gates to recuperate and prepare for a future meeting with the Ming Cult to discuss a grand plan to expel the Tartars.

After saving the six major sects, Song Qingshu left without a trace, concealing his merits and fame, and did not choose to leave the city with the six major sects.

As he was leaving the city, he told Song Yuanqiao that he still had some personal matters to attend to and would not be returning to Wudang with them.

In the past, Song Yuanqiao would have pressed for the reason and ordered him to return with him.

After the incident at Wan'an Temple, he realized that his son had matured, acted with method, and had a deep understanding of the world. So he didn't force him. When they parted, he patted his shoulder and said in a deep voice, "The world is dangerous. Be careful in everything. If you encounter any difficulties, return to Wudang at any time."

After the six major sects and the Ming Cult left, Song Qingshu hid in the city, changed his clothes, and waited to fulfill his promise to Zhao Min the next evening.