Chapter 100

Chapter 99: Handsome Young Man

Song Qingshu respectfully replied, "The last time I sparred with Senior Feng was at the Jade Maiden Peak's Repentance Cliff. It seems that Senior Feng has been living in seclusion there for several decades."

"Repentance Cliff?" Mu Renqing's face showed hesitation. Repentance Cliff was the territory of the Hua Mountain Qi Sect, and as the leader of the Sword Sect, it was not convenient for him to go there.

After a long while, Mu Renqing sighed, "Well, well, if I can see my junior master, it doesn't matter if I have to swallow my pride and visit the Qi Sect."

"If you find it inconvenient, we can sneak up to Repentance Cliff. The Qi Sect is in decline, and it would be hard for them to notice us," Song Qingshu suggested, seeing Mu Renqing's conflicted expression.

Mu Renqing's face showed displeasure, "We are not doing anything shameful, why should we act so furtively? Qingqing, follow me to Jade Maiden Peak to pay respects to Master Yue. If you are interested, Young Hero Song can come along too." With that, he waved his sleeve and headed straight for Jade Maiden Peak.

Xia Qingqing turned around and stuck out her tongue at Song Qingshu, then hurriedly ran after him.

"These famous orthodox sects have so many rules," Song Qingshu thought, feeling quite awkward after his well-intentioned suggestion was rejected. However, seeing Xia Qingqing act so childishly, he was suddenly very amused and followed along happily.

Upon receiving a report from his disciples that the leader of the Sword Sect had personally visited, Yue Buqun hurried out to greet him, but his heart was filled with suspicion: The Sword and Qi Sects had not interacted for decades; he wondered what the purpose of this visit could be.

Seeing the man in the center dressed as a scholar in a green robe, with a long beard and a face like a jade crown, exuding righteousness, Song Qingshu thought to himself, no wonder the name of the Gentleman of the Sword is renowned in the martial world; this appearance is indeed impressive.

The group was welcomed into the Hua Mountain Sect's Sword and Qi Hall. Mu Renqing, who hadn't set foot on Jade Maiden Peak for decades, looked at the familiar plants and trees along the way, and in a daze, it seemed as if he had returned to the days when he was learning martial arts. When he saw the large characters "Sword and Qi Soaring to the Heavens" on the plaque, Mu Renqing could no longer hold back, and his eyes welled up with tears.

Seeing Mu Renqing's emotional state, Yue Buqun was also deeply moved. He cleared his throat, "I wonder what brings Brother Mu to see me..."

Before he could finish, Yue Buqun's gaze fell on Song Qingshu in the corner, and he seemed to have seen a ghost. He drew his sword and pointed it at Song Qingshu, gritting his teeth, "Scoundrel, you dare to come here!"

The Hua Mountain Sect disciples, not understanding the situation, but seeing their master draw his sword, quickly surrounded Song Qingshu.

"Hey, hey, hey, Master Yue, I don't know you that well. If you keep calling me that, I'll sue you for defamation," Song Qingshu was thoroughly depressed by being called a scoundrel.

"At Mount Tai, you, as a Qing court hound, coerced the Mount Tai Sect into submitting to the Qing court, and indirectly caused the death of the leader of the righteous army, the Golden Snake King..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Song Qingshu glanced back at Xia Qingqing, seeing her expressionless face, and felt a cold sweat. "On the Jade Emperor Peak, I defeated your sect's experts in a fair fight. What's wrong with that? As for the death of the Golden Snake King, don't pin that on me."

Mu Renqing, who was concerned about Feng Qingyang on Repentance Cliff, did not want to complicate matters and quickly intervened, "Master Yue, Young Hero Song has no ill intentions. I just learned a great secret of the Hua Mountain Sect from him and came to seek your advice."

"Oh?" Yue Buqun's expression tightened, and he quickly instructed his disciples, "You all go out first."

"Yes!" The Hua Mountain disciples all withdrew.

"I'm the most considerate person. You two chat slowly, I'll go out for some fresh air." Song Qingshu stood up, stretched, and walked out leisurely.

Xia Qingqing wanted to call him back but hesitated for a moment and watched his figure disappear at the door.

Walking out of the Sword and Qi Hall, Song Qingshu scanned the Hua Mountain disciples practicing in the courtyard and asked curiously, "Who among you is Linghu Chong?"

The people in the courtyard looked at each other. After a moment, a pretty young girl stepped forward and asked brightly, "What do you want with my senior brother?"

With a delicate oval face and clear, black eyes, Song Qingshu smiled, "This must be Miss Yue. I am a friend of Linghu Chong and want to have a drink with him."

"Hmph, don't lie." Yue Lingshan wrinkled her nose, "You don't even know what my senior brother looks like, how can you be his friend?"

"Do you not know that there is such a thing as a spiritual friendship?" Song Qingshu laughed, "I am not only a friend of Linghu Chong, but I also know that he thinks of you day and night."

Yue Lingshan knew a little about her senior brother's feelings. Hearing Song Qingshu say this, her face turned red, and she wanted to refute him but didn't know what to say, standing there in a daze.

"What a lecher!" A cold rebuke came, and a young man with clear eyebrows and a handsome face stepped forward, protecting Yue Lingshan behind him.

"Are you a boy or a girl?" Song Qingshu was stunned, staring at him.

The young man hated being mistaken for a girl the most. Hearing this, he was furious and lunged forward with his sword, but the tip of the sword stopped three inches from Song Qingshu and could not advance any further.

Song Qingshu flicked his fingers, sending a hidden force. The young man felt a tingling in his wrist and could no longer hold his sword, stumbling backward.

Yue Lingshan quickly stepped forward to support him, and the other disciples looked at Song Qingshu in fear, realizing that his martial arts were far beyond their comprehension.

Seeing the name "Hua Mountain Lin Pingzhi" engraved on the sword, Song Qingshu was momentarily lost in thought, then looked at Lin Pingzhi again.

When he read the original story, he once thought Lin Pingzhi might be the main character of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer." Although Lin Pingzhi's appearance was delicate like a woman, his inner strength was extraordinary. In a desperate situation, his words, "I would rather be a beggar than a thief," had left a deep impression on him as a spectator.

Song Qingshu greatly admired Lin Pingzhi's integrity, but it was a pity that in the original story, burdened with a deep grudge, and discovering that his revered master had been using him to obtain the family's辟邪剑谱 (Evil-Repelling Sword Manual), he lost faith in humanity and transformed from a righteous hero into a sinister and cunning villain...

"Are you Lin Pingzhi? Follow me, I have something to say to you." Song Qingshu turned and walked a few steps, but when he noticed no movement behind him, he coldly said, "What's the matter, no courage?"

In the martial world, many people coveted the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual of the Lin family. Recognizing Song Qingshu, Lin Pingzhi was naturally on guard, but hearing the provocation, he angrily said, "What's there to be afraid of!" He waved off Yue Lingshan's attempts to stop him and followed Song Qingshu resolutely.

The two came to a secluded place. Seeing no one around, Lin Pingzhi raised his head and said, "What do you want to teach me?"

Song Qingshu turned and carefully examined Lin Pingzhi. Seeing that he was growing impatient, he smiled and said, "Young man, I see that you have an extraordinary physique, you must be a martial arts prodigy. I will bestow upon you a supreme martial arts technique. The responsibility of maintaining justice and peace in the universe will be yours!"

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Lin Pingzhi looked at him warily but said nothing.

Song Qingshu, feeling a bit embarrassed, continued, "I have a set of sword techniques that I will demonstrate to you in full. Whether you want to learn them is up to you."

Without waiting for a response, he drew his wooden sword and performed the Five Mountains Divine Sword technique, which he had summarized, move by move.

At first, Lin Pingzhi thought he was being mocked, but after watching for a while, he realized that the other person was indeed demonstrating a sophisticated sword technique, and it was far more advanced than what his master usually taught them.

As the demonstration continued, Lin Pingzhi's temples began to sweat. He felt that he remembered one move but forgot another. After dozens of moves, he had even forgotten the ones he had remembered earlier. Thinking of his deep grudge, he felt endless regret and despair at his inability to remember such advanced martial arts.

After finishing the demonstration, Song Qingshu looked at the sweating Lin Pingzhi and asked, "How much did you remember?"

Lin Pingzhi's lips were bleeding from biting them in frustration. He said, "I didn't remember a single move."

This time, it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned. He said subconsciously, "Even a pig would be better than you."

Hearing this, Lin Pingzhi's face turned even more pale, alternating between red and green, and finally became a sickly gray.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, Song Qingshu was reminded of a time in his past life when he had impulsively gone to learn Baguazhang from a martial arts master. Before learning, he had imagined himself to be a prodigy like the main characters in martial arts novels, able to learn by watching once. But the master taught him move by move, and after seven or eight moves, he had forgotten the first one, a feeling of failure that he would never forget.

Lin Pingzhi, too, was just an ordinary person without the protagonist's aura. Song Qingshu smiled and comforted him, "Your current martial arts level is too low, so it's not your fault that you can't remember these advanced techniques. Um, I have a method. Look into my eyes."

Lin Pingzhi subconsciously raised his head and saw the deep, dark pupils of the other person. His eyes became hazy, and he felt as if he had entered a void.

Suddenly, Song Qingshu's figure appeared before him. He smiled and said, "I will use soul transfer to imprint the sword techniques in your mind. However, this is not truly yours; it is only for reference when you have doubts. Only when you fully understand and integrate them will you truly master these techniques."

Lin Pingzhi was confused and had many questions, but before he could speak, the other person began the demonstration again, and he focused on memorizing it.

This time, it felt like a sudden enlightenment. After the entire set of techniques, he remembered every detail clearly.

A snap of the fingers brought Lin Pingzhi back to his senses. With a thought, the techniques appeared clearly in his mind, and he looked at Song Qingshu with surprise and joy, "I remember them."

Chapter 100: Fellow Sufferers

Lin Pingzhi looked at him warily but said nothing.

Song Qingshu, feeling a bit embarrassed, continued, "I have a set of sword techniques that I will demonstrate to you in full. Whether you want to learn them is up to you."

Without waiting for a response, he drew his wooden sword and performed the Five Mountains Divine Sword technique, which he had summarized, move by move.

At first, Lin Pingzhi thought he was being mocked, but after watching for a while, he realized that the other person was indeed demonstrating a sophisticated sword technique, and it was far more advanced than what his master usually taught them.

As the demonstration continued, Lin Pingzhi's temples began to sweat. He felt that he remembered one move but forgot another. After dozens of moves, he had even forgotten the ones he had remembered earlier. Thinking of his deep grudge, he felt endless regret and despair at his inability to remember such advanced martial arts.

After finishing the demonstration, Song Qingshu looked at the sweating Lin Pingzhi and asked, "How much did you remember?"

Lin Pingzhi's lips were bleeding from biting them in frustration. He said, "I didn't remember a single move."

This time, it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned. He said subconsciously, "Even a pig would be better than you."

Hearing this, Lin Pingzhi's face turned even more pale, alternating between red and green, and finally became a sickly gray.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, Song Qingshu was reminded of a time in his past life when he had impulsively gone to learn Baguazhang from a martial arts master. Before learning, he had imagined himself to be a prodigy like the main characters in martial arts novels, able to learn by watching once. But the master taught him move by move, and after seven or eight moves, he had forgotten the first one, a feeling of failure that he would never forget.

Lin Pingzhi, too, was just an ordinary person without the protagonist's aura. Song Qingshu smiled and comforted him, "Your current martial arts level is too low, so it's not your fault that you can't remember these advanced techniques. Um, I have a method. Look into my eyes."

Lin Pingzhi subconsciously raised his head and saw the deep, dark pupils of the other person. His eyes became hazy, and he felt as if he had entered a void.

Suddenly, Song Qingshu's figure appeared before him. He smiled and said, "I will use soul transfer to imprint the sword techniques in your mind. However, this is not truly yours; it is only for reference when you have doubts. Only when you fully understand and integrate them will you truly master these techniques."

Lin Pingzhi was confused and had many questions, but before he could speak, the other person began the demonstration again, and he focused on memorizing it.

This time, it felt like a sudden enlightenment. After the entire set of techniques, he remembered every detail clearly.

A snap of the fingers brought Lin Pingzhi back to his senses. With a thought, the techniques appeared clearly in his mind, and he looked at Song Qingshu with surprise and joy, "I remember them."

Chapter 100: Fellow Sufferers

Lin Pingzhi looked at him warily but said nothing.

Song Qingshu, feeling a bit embarrassed, continued, "I have a set of sword techniques that I will demonstrate to you in full. Whether you want to learn them is up to you."

Without waiting for a response, he drew his wooden sword and performed the Five Mountains Divine Sword technique, which he had summarized, move by move.

At first, Lin Pingzhi thought he was being mocked, but after watching for a while, he realized that the other person was indeed demonstrating a sophisticated sword technique, and it was far more advanced than what his master usually taught them.

As the demonstration continued, Lin Pingzhi's temples began to sweat. He felt that he remembered one move but forgot another. After dozens of moves, he had even forgotten the ones he had remembered earlier. Thinking of his deep grudge, he felt endless regret and despair at his inability to remember such advanced martial arts.

After finishing the demonstration, Song Qingshu looked at the sweating Lin Pingzhi and asked, "How much did you remember?"

Lin Pingzhi's lips were bleeding from biting them in frustration. He said, "I didn't remember a single move."

This time, it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned. He said subconsciously, "Even a pig would be better than you."

Hearing this, Lin Pingzhi's face turned even more pale, alternating between red and green, and finally became a sickly gray.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, Song