Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

Chapter 75 Senior Brother! I urgently need to pee!

The entire courtyard of Emei disciples was in uproar.

They watched this arrogant young man, his long sword trembling incessantly, yet none of them dared to step forward and make a move.

This plot is totally wrong!

Is he actually a Wudang disciple? If he is, why would he act like this? Does he have no sense of propriety?

Song Qingshu coldly surveyed the group of Emei disciples, raising his right hand once more.

Now that we've already made our move, the feud is officially established. Perhaps we should—

Seeing that his senior brother seemed to be getting serious, the wind from his palm strikes seemed to have the power of a dragon's roar.

Zhang Wuji was shocked. He took a step closer to Song Qingshu and whispered urgently, "Brother, I—I suddenly feel the urge to relieve myself. Let's—let's go."

Song Qingshu paused in his palm strike, then glanced at Zhang Wuji.

Speechless. Could your excuse be any worse? Why don't you just say you pooped in your pants?

However, after a moment's hesitation, he ultimately withdrew his palm.

He knew that with Zhang Wuji present, he would certainly not stand idly by and do nothing, given his personality.

He had no choice but to give up and said to Zhao Min, "Miss Zhao is leaving."

After speaking, he walked out of the courtyard.

Zhao Min was still immersed in the emotional contrast from just now. When she heard Song Qingshu call her, she said "oh" and obediently followed.

Only now did Zhang Wuji breathe a deep sigh of relief; he had just sensed a strong killing intent emanating from his senior brother.

As the three departed, the Emei disciples in the courtyard quickly stepped aside to make way for them, and none of them dared to step forward to stop them.

The three walked through several streets and alleys in the rain. Zhang Wuji, still worried about Zhou Zhiruo's safety, quickly caught up with Song Qingshu and asked, "Senior brother, how do we find Granny Jin Hua now?"

Song Qingshu glanced at him sideways, his tone teasing: "Oh? Weren't you in a hurry to pee just now? Why aren't you in a hurry now? I mean, you're using all that dirty trick of yours on your senior brother, aren't you?"

Zhang Wuji smiled apologetically, "Brother, how could I possibly hide my little scheme from you? Please stop teasing me and let's get down to business."

Song Qingshu stopped joking and asked seriously, "Did you hear what Granny Jin Hua said in the abandoned garden just now?"

She said that after traveling to the ends of the earth, she finally found an old friend to lend her a precious sword, which could rival the Heaven-Reliant Sword of Abbess Miejue.

"Just think about it, in the whole world, besides the Dragon-Slaying Saber, is there any other sword that can rival the Heaven-Reliant Sword?"

Zhang Wuji's body trembled, and he exclaimed, "Senior brother, you mean—"

"Exactly."

Song Qingshu nodded and said, "I reckon the treasured sword she mentioned is the Dragon-Slaying Saber, and that old friend is none other than Senior Xie Xun, the Golden-Haired Lion King."

Zhang Wuji was both shocked and worried. He thought to himself that his adoptive father was blind, and that Granny Jin Hua was highly skilled in martial arts and had a deep mind. Wouldn't his adoptive father be deceived by her?

This thought only intensified her anxiety, and she repeatedly asked, "What should I do? What should I do?"

Song Qingshu waved his hand and said, "Please be patient."

Granny Jin Hua wants to find Senior Xie, so she must go out to sea to search for him. I predict that she will first go to the seaside to find a boat.

"We just need to get to the port before her, and then we can wait in comfort and intercept her."

Zhang Wuji exclaimed happily, "Excellent! Let's not delay, let's set off now!"

Song Qingshu turned to Zhao Min beside him and said gently, "Miss Zhao, we are going to the seashore this time. Would you like to come along?"

Zhao Min had already escaped from the Prince's mansion, so it didn't really matter where she went. Upon hearing the words "going to sea," a hint of excitement flashed in her eyes, and she said softly, "You decide."

Song Qingshu was slightly surprised.

Since leaving the abandoned courtyard, he felt that the girl's personality had changed a lot. Her former cunning and mischievousness had been greatly reduced, and now she was obedient and compliant, just like a little girl.

Zhao Min noticed him staring intently at her, and her face flushed slightly. She asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Qingshu snapped out of his daze and laughed, "It's nothing, let's leave the city tonight."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhang Wuji suddenly slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "Oh dear, I almost forgot something important! Senior brothers, please wait here for a moment, I'll be right back."

Without waiting for Song Qingshu's reply, he turned and rushed into the rain.

The two had no choice but to seek shelter under an eave.

It was pouring rain at the time, and both of their clothes were soaked through. Zhao Min's clothes clung to her body, and water dripped from her hair. Her wet cheeks made her look even more beautiful and captivating.

Song Qingshu looked at her for a moment, then reached out and took her hand.

Zhao Min stiffened slightly, but did not pull her hand away, letting him hold it.

Song Qingshu silently circulated the Nine Yang Divine Skill, and a powerful and warm internal force flowed from his palm. In a short while, faint white steam rose around the two of them, and their soaked clothes dried at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhao Min then understood his intention, and her heart stirred slightly.

After a while, her clothes were completely dry, but Song Qingshu still held her hand and did not let go.

Zhao Min's cheeks flushed slightly, and she whispered, "Why—why won't you let go?"

Song Qingshu did not answer, but looked at the torrential rain outside the eaves. Suddenly he sighed and said, "Alas, some people are truly heartless, even suspecting that I would hand her over."

Zhao Min thought she had hidden her disappointment very well, but he had seen through it all. Now that he had pointed it out, she felt a pang of guilt and whispered, "Who—who suspected you—"

Song Qingshu pulled her closer with a slight force, turned his head to look at her, and said with a half-smile, "Oh? Is that so?"

Zhao Min's heart pounded under his gaze. She lowered her head and whispered in a low voice, "I—I shouldn't have doubted you."

Song Qingshu's tone deepened slightly: "Just this one sentence?"

Zhao Min bit her lower lip lightly, glanced at him, then quickly lowered her eyes, saying with a hint of grievance, "Then what do you want me to do?"

Song Qingshu was captivated by her sparkling eyes and crimson lips.

Zhao Min waited for a long time without him speaking, and couldn't help but look up, her eyes meeting Song Qingshu's.

The rain pattered outside the eaves, and the four of them looked at each other under the eaves, instantly filling the air with a warm and ambiguous feeling.

Song Qingshu's heart fluttered, and he slowly lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Zhao Min trembled, but gently closed her eyes and did not flinch.

The two were only inches apart, and Zhao Min felt her heart pounding like a drum. Her mind was a complete blank, and the sounds of rain and wind around her seemed to have faded away.

At that moment, unsurprisingly, an accident occurred.

Suddenly, a voice called out from the rain: "Senior Brother!"

Zhao Min suddenly woke up with a start, hurriedly pushed Song Qingshu away, withdrew her hand, and her cheeks turned so red that they seemed to be bleeding.

Song Qingshu frowned, cursing inwardly: You fucking came at the right time.

Looking up, two figures wearing raincoats walked briskly through the rain. When they got closer, it was Zhang Wuji, and beside him was a bright-eyed and white-toothed girl, Xiao Zhao.

Song Qingshu looked slightly surprised and glanced at Zhang Wuji, as if asking a question.

Zhang Wuji hurriedly said, "Senior brother, this is a long story."

I had Xiao Zhao wait for me on Wudang Mountain, but she secretly followed my grandfather's escort team to the outskirts of Dadu City.

After the rescue of the six major sects at Wan'an Temple, the Ming Cult parted ways with the other sects. I noticed that the atmosphere in the Emei Sect was strange, and since Miss Zhou had just taken charge of the sect, I was really worried. So I instructed my brothers in the Ming Cult to go to various places to take charge of the resistance against the Yuan Dynasty, and I left the group under some pretext to secretly follow them.

I hadn't gone far when I noticed Xiao Zhao following behind. I wanted her to go back, but she just cried and begged, so my heart softened and I brought her along.

He paused and then continued, "We followed the Emei disciples all the way. We saw them bury Abbess Miejue, and we heard Miss Zhou say that she was going back to Dadu alone. Ding Minjun and Jingxuan agreed verbally, but secretly they followed behind with their fellow disciples."

Xiao Zhao's feet were chained, making it inconvenient for her to take risks. She dared not get too close and could only hang at a distance.

Upon entering the capital city, the Emei disciples split into smaller groups to avoid attracting attention, with Ding Minjun and Jingxuan keeping an eye on Miss Zhou's movements.

When I saw them cornering Miss Zhou in the abandoned garden to gather her fellow disciples, I was afraid she would be at a disadvantage. So I quickly settled Xiao Zhao in an inn and rushed over, only to unexpectedly run into my senior brother and Miss Zhao.

Song Qingshu nodded slightly after hearing this.

He wondered to himself whether it was a coincidence or the inertia of the plot was too strong. He had just had the idea of ​​obtaining the secret manuals in the swords and sabers when all the relevant people came together.

As he pondered this, Zhang Wuji said to Zhao Min, "Miss Zhao, I would like to borrow your Heaven-Reliant Sword. Is that alright?"

Knowing that he wanted to cut the iron chains on Xiao Zhao's feet, Song Qingshu nodded to Zhao Min.

Without saying a word, Zhao Min took off the Heaven-Slaying Sword and handed it over.

With his sword in hand, Zhang Wuji gleamed and with a soft hiss, the black iron chains on Xiao Zhao's feet were instantly severed.

Xiao Zhao was overjoyed that the trouble that had been bothering her for so long had been resolved, and she thanked Song Qingshu and the other two repeatedly.

Without further delay, the four of them put on the raincoats brought by Zhang Wuji and braved the heavy rain to head out of the capital city overnight.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Meanwhile, in the abandoned garden, Jingxuan slowly woke up, feeling an unbearable swelling and pain in her cheek. The last image in her mind was Song Qingshu's cold gaze and the slap that came flying at her.

She tried to sit up by bracing herself against the ground, but touched something sticky.

Just then, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, illuminating the entire courtyard.

Jingxuan glanced at it and her eyes widened in fury.

The courtyard was littered with the corpses of Emei disciples, their faces contorted and blood seeping from their seven orifices, clearly indicating that their heart meridians had been shattered by the powerful internal force.

The rain poured down, washing away the blood and spreading it everywhere, staining the bluestone slabs in the courtyard dark red.

She propped herself up and counted the number of people. None of her fellow disciples who had come with her, including Ding Minjun, had survived.

Jingxuan felt a sweet taste in her throat and almost fainted again. Her fingernails dug deep into the mud mixed with blood, and she squeezed out the words, one by one, through gritted teeth: "What a ruthless Wudang disciple—what a ruthless Song Qingshu!"