Chapter 12: Xiaolongnü's Son Is Already This Big

Song Qingshu endured every punch and kick with great fortitude, calmly picking up his chopsticks and drinking his wine, though he hardly managed to get a mouthful of food or a sip of wine under the assault.

"Brave man!" A boy of about seven or eight years old at a nearby table slammed his hand on the table and turned to a beautiful woman wrapped in a snow-white fur, saying, "Mother, I want to save him."

The gang of ruffians, already tired from the beating, found it less and less satisfying to hit Song Qingshu, who looked like a dead man. When they heard someone stepping in, they immediately stopped, only to burst into laughter upon seeing a child of seven or eight. Upon seeing the woman's beauty, their lustful thoughts were aroused.

The gang leader leered, "Hey, where did such a beautiful young lady come from? If you come over and have a drink with me, I won't hold it against your kid."

"Rascal, how dare you insult my mother!" The boy, enraged, grabbed a stool and threw it at him.

The gang leader, caught off guard, was dazed by the blow and, in a fit of anger, called out to his brothers, "Beat him to death, but don't touch the young lady."

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu, with a bruised face, could barely see what was happening, but he felt several burly men pounce on the child.

The boy, however, remained calm, dodging and knocking down one of the ruffians. Standing in the middle, he let the others surround him, and after a few exchanges, they found they could not gain any advantage.

"Hmm?" Song Qingshu looked closely and saw that the boy's movements were short and quick, never extending more than half a foot, but his techniques were so dense that he never left an opening. Thus, the thugs could not get through.

Song Qingshu noticed that the boy's palm technique was primarily defensive, embodying the essence of Tai Chi. He wondered if the boy had any connection to Wudang. Considering his status as a Wudang outcast, he initially planned to leave to avoid awkwardness.

However, he noticed that although the boy's movements were graceful, he was still young and lacked strength, gradually falling into a disadvantage.

This made it difficult for him to leave. The ruffians, unable to subdue the child for so long, felt embarrassed. One of them, in a fit of rage, drew a knife and lunged at the boy.

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu, alarmed, grabbed a stool and rushed over. If the child were to die because of saving him, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

The woman in the white fur also acted, a white silk ribbon flying out to wrap around the boy, pulling him out of the fray. Chapter 12: Xiaolongnü's Son Is Already This Big

Seeing Song Qingshu surrounded, she hesitated for a moment, then lightly stepped on the table and flew over. The others only saw a flash of white as the woman rushed into the fray. Song Qingshu felt a lightness in his body as he was gently sent to the boy's side.

Song Qingshu looked up and saw the woman's white silk ribbon swirling like a white dragon, moving up and down. The sounds of clashing weapons, grunts, and thuds echoed, and in the blink of an eye, the weapons of several men were taken by the woman, and they were all thrown downstairs.

Song Qingshu stared in amazement, never expecting such a delicate-looking woman to be so skilled. He wondered if she was Xiaolongnü, given her white attire and the use of a silk ribbon as a weapon. Looking at the boy with a tiger-like face, Song Qingshu felt a bit disheartened: he had always harbored fantasies about Xiaolongnü, but he never imagined her son would be so grown up.

The woman politely nodded at Song Qingshu and then led the boy downstairs, leaving him with a mouth full of questions.

The boy turned back and made a face at him, shrugging in a helpless manner, which made Song Qingshu laugh.

After a moment's hesitation, Song Qingshu decided to follow. Xiaolongnü was the dream lover of all men, and even if she had a child, he did not want to miss the opportunity to meet her.

"Miss Long, wait..." Song Qingshu panted as he chased after them.

Hearing him clearly calling her, the woman stopped and turned back, puzzled, "Sir, are you mistaken? I don't believe in dragons."

"Why do you call my mother 'Miss'?" The boy, with a tiger-like face, glared at him angrily.

Song Qingshu was taken aback. Could she not be Xiaolongnü? He hurriedly apologized, "I saw your attire and weapon, which reminded me of someone. Please forgive me. I am Song Qingshu, and I thank you for saving me."

The boy interjected, "It was me who saved you, not my mother. You thank me, but you thank my mother instead, probably because you have bad intentions towards her beauty. I thought you were a brave man, but now I see you're just a lecher."

His words made both adults feel awkward. The woman glared at her son, "Fei'er, don't talk nonsense!" Then she looked at Song Qingshu apologetically, "The child doesn't know any better, sir, please don't mind him."

Hearing her call him "Fei'er," Song Qingshu had a sudden realization and blurted out, "Could you be Mrs. Hu?"

The woman looked at him warily, "I don't think I've met you before."

Chapter 12: Xiaolongnü's Son Is Already This Big

She squatted down and grabbed the boy's shoulders, asking, "Are you Hu Fei of the Snowy Mountain Flying Fox?"

The boy looked at him in surprise, "I am Hu Fei, but I'm not the Snowy Mountain Flying Fox. Hmm, that name sounds pretty cool, I'll use it as a nickname from now on!"

Mrs. Hu quietly pulled Hu Fei aside and asked in a serious tone, "Why do you recognize us?"

"I have always admired heroes and knights, and I have paid close attention to matters in the martial world," Song Qingshu replied evasively, then frowned and looked at the crystal-clear beauty before him, hesitating to ask, "But I heard that Hu Daxia met an unfortunate end, and Mrs. Hu followed him in death..."

Mrs. Hu smiled gently, looking at Hu Fei with affection, "I did indeed plan to follow Hu Daxia, but when I was about to draw my sword, Fei'er suddenly started crying. I realized that although Miaodaxia is a righteous man, there might be villains who would harm him. So, I decided to raise Hu Daxia's only heir to adulthood."

Song Qingshu realized that the plot had already changed, and the butterfly effect of his time travel was beginning to show. As he was still pondering, Hu Fei, excited, tugged at his sleeve and looked at him hopefully, "Do you know my father?"

Song Qingshu came to his senses and, hearing the boy's question, gazed into the distance with a wistful expression, "Hu Yidao of Liaodong, who would cut down evildoers with a single strike, is a great hero and a valiant man I have always admired. Unfortunately, I never had the chance to meet him."

Hearing his admiration for her husband, Mrs. Hu's expression softened, and she seemed to recall the days when they roamed the world as righteous heroes, a sweet smile appearing on her lips.

Chapter 13: Uncle and Sister-in-Law

Hearing such admiration for his father, Hu Fei was very pleased, but seeing his mother smile, he had a thought, "Who knows if you're just saying nice things about my father because you saw us?"

"Not at all!" Song Qingshu's expression was solemn, and his tone natural, "In today's world, the title of 'great hero' is thrown around everywhere. But I only truly recognize two and a half."

"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world. Who are the two and a half who deserve such an honor?" Mrs. Hu was intrigued, her cold demeanor softening.

"Guo Jing, who guards Xiangyang, serves the country and the people, and is a true great hero," Song Qingshu thought to himself, but it was a pity that he devoted all his energy to national affairs and neglected his family.

"Guo Daxia is indeed a great hero," both mother and son nodded in agreement.

"The remaining half," Song Qingshu deliberately paused, "is the Snowy Mountain Beggar Wu Liuxi, who truly repays a single meal of kindness with a lifetime of gratitude, a true man of the world." As for why it was only half, Song Qingshu was unsure if this era's Wu Liuxi was the one from Jin Yong's novels or the historical figure.

"I haven't heard of this person, but if what you say is true, he indeed deserves the title of great hero," Mrs. Hu, who usually admired such heroes, could not help but show admiration.

"Who is the other one?" The child, unable to contain his curiosity, urged Song Qingshu to continue.

Instead of answering directly, Song Qingshu recited a poem: "In Liaodong, there is a hero, Great Hero Hu Yidao. His martial arts are unparalleled, his courage reaches the heavens. His righteousness fills the world, his tenderness lingers in his heart. He makes scholars envy, wishing they could meet him."

His words made Mrs. Hu's eyes sparkle, and she looked at him deeply, "The widow thanks you for the poem on behalf of my late husband." At this point, she was truly reassured. If he were not truly familiar with and admiring of Hu Yidao's life, he could not have written such a fitting poem. In just a few lines, Mrs. Hu seemed to hear her husband's hearty laughter again, and her heart ached.

Hu Fei, now looking at Song Qingshu more favorably, felt a surge of heroism upon hearing the poem's regret at not meeting his father. He tugged at Song Qingshu's sleeve and said solemnly, "I admired your bravery in the tavern earlier. Although you are not strong, you have a strong spirit. If my father were here, he would regret not meeting you. Hearing the regret in your voice, I am willing to swear brotherhood with you on his behalf. Will you accept?"

Mrs. Hu was shocked and tried to cover her son's mouth, "Fei'er, don't be silly!"

Indeed, Hu Fei, the Snowy Mountain Flying Fox, was always so heroic and bold. Song Qingshu laughed heartily. Chapter 13: Uncle and Sister-in-Law

Hearing such admiration for his father, Hu Fei was very pleased, but seeing his mother smile, he had a thought, "Who knows if you're just saying nice things about my father because you saw us?"

"Not at all!" Song Qingshu's expression was solemn, and his tone natural, "In today's world, the title of 'great hero' is thrown around everywhere. But I only truly recognize two and a half."

"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world. Who are the two and a half who deserve such an honor?" Mrs. Hu was intrigued, her cold demeanor softening.

"Guo Jing, who guards Xiangyang, serves the country and the people, and is a true great hero," Song Qingshu thought to himself, but it was a pity that he devoted all his energy to national affairs and neglected his family.

"Guo Daxia is indeed a great hero," both mother and son nodded in agreement.

"The remaining half," Song Qingshu deliberately paused, "is the Snowy Mountain Beggar Wu Liuxi, who truly repays a single meal of kindness with a lifetime of gratitude, a true man of the world." As for why it was only half, Song Qingshu was unsure if this era's Wu Liuxi was the one from Jin Yong's novels or the historical figure.

"I haven't heard of this person, but if what you say is true, he indeed deserves the title of great hero," Mrs. Hu, who usually admired such heroes, could not help but show admiration.

"Who is the other one?" The child, unable to contain his curiosity, urged Song Qingshu to continue.

Instead of answering directly, Song Qingshu recited a poem: "In Liaodong, there is a hero, Great Hero Hu Yidao. His martial arts are unparalleled, his courage reaches the heavens. His righteousness fills the world, his tenderness lingers in his heart. He makes scholars envy, wishing they could meet him."

His words made Mrs. Hu's eyes sparkle, and she looked at him deeply, "The widow thanks you for the poem on behalf of my late husband." At this point, she was truly reassured. If he were not truly familiar with and admiring of Hu Yidao's life, he could not have written such a fitting poem. In just a few lines, Mrs. Hu seemed to hear her husband's hearty laughter again, and her heart ached.

Hu Fei, now looking at Song Qingshu more favorably, felt a surge of heroism upon hearing the poem's regret at not meeting his father. He tugged at Song Qingshu's sleeve and said solemnly, "I admired your bravery in the tavern earlier. Although you are not strong, you have a strong spirit. If my father were here, he would regret not meeting you. Hearing the regret in your voice, I am willing to swear brotherhood with you on his behalf. Will you accept?"

Mrs. Hu was shocked and tried to cover her son's mouth, "Fei'er, don't be silly!"

Indeed, Hu Fei, the Snowy Mountain Flying Fox, was always so heroic and bold. Song Qingshu laughed heartily. Chapter 13: Uncle and Sister-in-Law

Hearing such admiration for his father, Hu Fei was very pleased, but seeing his mother smile, he had a thought, "Who knows if you're just saying nice things about my father because you saw us?"

"Not at all!" Song Qingshu's expression was solemn, and his tone natural, "In today's world, the title of 'great hero' is thrown around everywhere. But I only truly recognize two and a half."

"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world. Who are the two and a half who deserve such an honor?" Mrs. Hu was intrigued, her cold demeanor softening.

"Guo Jing, who guards Xiangyang, serves the country and the people, and is a true great hero," Song Qingshu thought to himself, but it was a pity that he devoted all his energy to national affairs and neglected his family.

"Guo Daxia is indeed a great hero," both mother and son nodded in agreement.

"The remaining half," Song Qingshu deliberately paused, "is the Snowy Mountain Beggar Wu Liuxi, who truly repays a single meal of kindness with a lifetime of gratitude, a true man of the world." As for why it was only half, Song Qingshu was unsure if this era's Wu Liuxi was the one from Jin Yong's novels or the historical figure.

"I haven't heard of this person, but if what you say is true, he indeed deserves the title of great hero," Mrs. Hu, who usually admired such heroes, could not help but show admiration.

"Who is the other one?" The child, unable to contain his curiosity, urged Song Qingshu to continue.

Instead of answering directly, Song Qingshu recited a poem: "In Liaodong, there is a hero, Great Hero Hu Yidao. His martial arts are unparalleled, his courage reaches the heavens. His righteousness fills the world, his tenderness lingers in his heart. He makes scholars envy, wishing they could meet him."

His words made Mrs. Hu's eyes sparkle, and she looked at him deeply, "The widow thanks you for the poem on behalf of my late husband." At this point, she was truly reassured. If he were not truly familiar with and admiring of Hu Yidao's life, he could not have written such a fitting poem. In just a few lines, Mrs. Hu seemed to hear her husband's hearty laughter again, and her heart ached.

Hu Fei, now looking at Song Qingshu more favorably, felt a surge of heroism upon hearing the poem's regret at not meeting his father. He tugged at Song Qingshu's sleeve and said solemnly, "I admired your bravery in the tavern earlier. Although you are not strong, you have a strong spirit. If my father were here, he would regret not meeting you. Hearing the regret in your voice, I am willing to swear brotherhood with you on his behalf. Will you accept?"

Mrs. Hu was shocked and tried to cover her son's mouth, "Fei'er, don't be silly!"

Indeed, Hu Fei, the Snowy Mountain Flying Fox, was always so heroic and bold. Song Qingshu laughed heartily. Chapter 13: Uncle and Sister-in-Law

Hearing such admiration for his father, Hu Fei was very pleased, but seeing his mother smile, he had a thought, "Who knows if you're just saying nice things about my father because you saw us?"

"Not at all!" Song Qingshu's expression was solemn, and his tone natural, "In today's world, the title of 'great hero' is thrown around everywhere. But I only truly recognize two and a half."

"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world. Who are the two and a half who deserve such an honor?" Mrs. Hu was intrigued, her cold demeanor softening.

"Guo Jing, who guards Xiangyang, serves the country and the people, and is a true great hero," Song Qingshu thought to himself, but it was a pity that he devoted all his energy to national affairs and neglected his family.

"Guo Daxia is indeed a great hero," both mother and son nodded in agreement.

"The remaining half," Song Qingshu deliberately paused, "is the Snowy Mountain Beggar Wu Liuxi, who truly repays a single meal of kindness with a lifetime of gratitude, a true man of the world." As for why it was only half, Song Qingshu was unsure if this era's Wu Liuxi was the one from Jin Yong's novels or the historical figure.

"I haven't heard of this person, but if what you say is true, he indeed deserves the title of great hero," Mrs. Hu, who usually admired such heroes, could not help but show admiration.

"Who is the other one?" The child, unable to contain his curiosity, urged Song Qingshu to continue.

Instead of answering directly, Song Qingshu recited a poem: "In Liaodong, there is a hero, Great Hero Hu Yidao. His martial arts are unparalleled, his courage reaches the