Chapter 22: The Delicate Martial Arts Master

Wang Yuyan, standing by the classroom door, took a deep breath and firmly held the letter containing secrets given to him by his mother.

Wang Yuyan indeed lived up to her reputation as a stunning beauty. However, Song Qingshu was not Duan Yu; in the modern world, with the help of high-definition cameras, he had seen many beautiful women, so his immunity was naturally higher.

Was Wang Yuyan really much more beautiful than Azhu and Aibi? Song Qingshu shook his head. They were all beauties, and once they reached a certain level, it was not easy to distinguish who was more beautiful. Just like Fan Bingbing and Gao Yuanyuan, could you say who was more beautiful? Some people thought Fan Bingbing was more beautiful, while others thought Gao Yuanyuan was more goddess-like. It all came down to personal taste.

The reason why people in this world generally considered Wang Yuyan more beautiful than Azhu and Aibi was not because Wang Yuyan's appearance was superior, but because of her ethereal and almost otherworldly aura. This made ordinary men feel inferior and dare not continue to scrutinize her. The impression left by that one glance would be deeply imprinted in their minds, processed with all kinds of beautiful thoughts, making them feel that Wang Yuyan was much more beautiful than the down-to-earth girls like Azhu and Aibi.

As a modern person, after the initial shock, Song Qingshu could soon appreciate her beauty with a calm heart.

"Second cousin, who are these people?" Wang Yuyan, noticing Song Qingshu's gaze, her long eyelashes trembled slightly. She felt a mix of shyness and displeasure but was worried that they might be her cousin's good friends, so she did not show her emotions.

"These two are my friends," Murong Fu supported Wang Yuyan and led them inside, "It's a long story, let's talk while we walk."

"Healing the meridians with internal energy?" Everyone sat down in a nearby pavilion. Wang Yuyan, after listening to Murong Fu's account of Song Qingshu's situation, frowned and began to think.

"There are many martial arts in the world today, but the best for healing internal injuries is undoubtedly the Nine Yin Manual, which the Five Greats of Central Plains once fought over," Wang Yuyan's words made Song Qingshu's heart sink. He thought that the Nine Yin Manual indeed had miraculous effects on healing internal injuries, but with his meridians completely severed, he could not mobilize the true energy to follow the methods described in it. Could it be that Murong Fu was referring to this internal energy method...

"However..." Wang Yuyan's change in tone made Song Qingshu's heart leap to his throat, "Song Shaoxian's meridians are damaged, and the Nine Yin Manual may not be suitable."

Song Qingshu admired Wang Yuyan's knowledge of martial arts, even though she herself had no martial arts skills. She understood them thoroughly, while Murong Fu, living in a treasure trove, did not realize it. Whenever Wang Yuyan gave him advice, he would get angry, showing his narrow-mindedness and lack of potential.

"Does Miss Wang have any other suggestions?" Hu Furen asked softly from the side.

Wang Yuyan was also amazed by this big sister's beauty. She nodded slightly and continued, "I once read in an out-of-print ancient book: The Nine Yin Manual mainly treats atrophied and blocked meridians, while the Shen Zhao Manual mainly treats broken bones and meridians. One focuses on the inside, the other on the outside. As for the actual effects, since I have not seen either book, I cannot make a definitive judgment..."

Song Qingshu could not stop trembling, his heart was stirred.

"That's right, that's right, how could I forget the Shen Zhao Manual? When Di Yun and Ding Dian had their琵琶骨 (clavicle) pierced and their tendons severed, they could still be lively and even bring the recently deceased back to life with the Shen Zhao Manual..."

"Thank you for your guidance, Miss Wang." Song Qingshu stood up, his heart already flying away, eager to find the Shen Zhao Manual immediately.

Seeing Song Qingshu's excited appearance, Hu Furen knew that this time it was probably right, and quickly asked Wang Yuyan, "Does Miss Wang know where to find the Shen Zhao Manual?"

Wang Yuyan frowned, tilted her head, and thought carefully, "It is said that the famous scholar Mei Niangsin in Xiangzhong knows this divine skill, but he is always on the move, and I do not know where to find him."

Song Qingshu was momentarily stunned, wondering if Mei Niangsin had already been killed by his three disciples. If he was already dead, he would have to seek help from Ding Dian and Di Yun.

"Mr. Murong and Miss Wang's kindness, I will always remember." Song Qingshu stood up and sincerely thanked them.

"I only read a few words in a book, I don't know if it will work." Wang Yuyan, flattered by his gratitude, felt a bit shy.

"We are all people of the martial arts world, why should Young Hero Song be so polite?" Murong Fu quickly stood up to return the courtesy.

Song Qingshu sighed inwardly, Murong Fu was indeed an impeccable young talent on the surface. Since they helped him this time, he would have to repay them in the future...

"I plan to go to Xiangzhong. Sister-in-law, you can stay here for a few days to investigate Murong Jingyue." Song Qingshu turned to look at Hu Furen, deliberately saying.

"Yes, if Mrs. Hu finds it inconvenient to stay at Yanziwu, she can stay with my cousin. Mantuo Mountain is full of women, so Mrs. Hu can rest assured." Murong Fu added fuel to the fire.

Hu Furen looked at Song Qingshu with difficulty, thinking that in these turbulent times, her uncle had lost all his martial arts skills and had a stubborn personality. He might not make it to Xiangzhong...

"Murong Jingyue is being investigated by the Murong family. Staying here would be of no use. My uncle has lost all his martial arts skills, and the journey is not peaceful. I will accompany my uncle to Xiangzhong."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of those present became somewhat strange. This uncle and niece, traveling alone together...

Aibi, thinking of the intimacy between the two on the boat, had even more inappropriate thoughts.

Hu Furen soon realized the strange atmosphere and understood what everyone was thinking. Her ears turned red, but this matter could not be explained. Thinking of the purity of her relationship with her uncle, she calmed down.

Song Qingshu was now in a race against time. Zhou Zhiruo might find him at any moment, and if he was still in this half-dead state, he would be in grave danger.

Although there were enchanting fairy sisters, gentle Aibi, and sweet Azhu, Song Qingshu decided to set off immediately.

Facing his farewell, Wang Yuyan only nodded slightly. Her thoughts were entirely on her cousin, and her eyes were full of tenderness and love for Murong Fu.

At this point, Murong Fu knew that further retention might arouse suspicion, so he called for Azhu to fetch a small package and presented it to the two, "This journey is long, and this money is a token of my goodwill... If you consider me a friend, I hope you will not refuse. I wish Young Hero Song a quick recovery, and the gates of Yanziwu will always be open to you both..."

With these words, Song Qingshu no longer refused, accepted the package, and bowed in gratitude, "This kindness, I will repay in the future!"

"Uncle, don't you think Mr. Murong is a bit too enthusiastic?" After leaving Mantuo Mountain, Hu Furen hesitated but finally could not help asking.

"Beautiful women attract gentlemen. Sister-in-law, a woman as beautiful as you, it's not strange for Mr. Murong to be enthusiastic." Song Qingshu turned and teased.

"Uncle~" Hu Furen scolded, her voice sweet and soft, making Song Qingshu's bones turn to jelly, "You're joking again. My plain appearance is far inferior to Miss Wang. How could Mr. Murong be like what you said... said?"

"In my heart, Sister-in-law is much more beautiful than Miss Wang." Seeing Hu Furen's eyebrows rise, about to get angry, Song Qingshu quickly changed the subject, "I think Mr. Murong is probably interested in the treasure of the King of the Bandits."

"Uncle also knows about the treasure of the King of the Bandits?" Hu Furen was surprised; this was her greatest secret.

"Sister-in-law, don't forget that I am known as the All-Knowing of the Martial Arts World. There are few major events in this world that I do not know." Song Qingshu smiled mysteriously.

"Is Uncle also interested in the treasure of the King of the Bandits?" Hu Furen felt a bit uncomfortable, suspecting the true purpose of his approach.

"Of course!" Song Qingshu's answer made Hu Furen's heart chill, "This treasure will be of great use to me in the future."

Noticing Hu Furen's unhappy expression, knowing her thoughts, Song Qingshu smiled, "Sister-in-law, don't worry. Our meeting was purely coincidental. Besides, I already knew the location of the treasure, so you don't need to worry about my ulterior motives."

"Do you know the location of the treasure?" Hu Furen exclaimed, "That's impossible."

It was rare to see Hu Furen, who usually spoke in a low, gentle voice, with such a vivid expression. Song Qingshu looked at her intently, half-smiling, "I told you, I am the All-Knowing of the Martial Arts World. Although I don't know the exact location, I know the general direction. Once we get there, I should be able to find it. What, are you planning to kill me to keep me quiet?"

Hu Furen sighed, "I don't know how you, so young, know so much."

"One day when I was a child, I met a wandering Taoist. He saw that I had a remarkable bone structure and extraordinary insight... and couldn't help but chat with me," he shook his head and continued, "He said he was a god, and many stories he told me, asking me to remember them well."

Hu Furen, clearly disbelieving, asked, "Did he say his name?"

"He, I think his name was Jin Yong." Song Qingshu's expression was somewhat strange.

"Jin Yong?" Hu Furen thought for a moment, "I have never heard of such a person in the martial arts world." She thought Song Qingshu was unwilling to tell the truth and did not want to press further.

"Xiangzhong is so vast, where should we go first?" Hu Furen did not want to continue talking about the treasure of the King of the Bandits and was puzzled by how Song Qingshu knew, so she changed the subject.

"Of course, Jingzhou!" Song Qingshu said confidently.

Chapter 23: The Great Prophet Jin Yong

"Beautiful women attract gentlemen. Sister-in-law, a woman as beautiful as you, it's not strange for Mr. Murong to be enthusiastic." Song Qingshu turned and teased.

"Uncle~" Hu Furen scolded, her voice sweet and soft, making Song Qingshu's bones turn to jelly, "You're joking again. My plain appearance is far inferior to Miss Wang. How could Mr. Murong be like what you said... said?"

"In my heart, Sister-in-law is much more beautiful than Miss Wang." Seeing Hu Furen's eyebrows rise, about to get angry, Song Qingshu quickly changed the subject, "I think Mr. Murong is probably interested in the treasure of the King of the Bandits."

"Uncle also knows about the treasure of the King of the Bandits?" Hu Furen was surprised; this was her greatest secret.

"Sister-in-law, don't forget that I am known as the All-Knowing of the Martial Arts World. There are few major events in this world that I do not know." Song Qingshu smiled mysteriously.

"Is Uncle also interested in the treasure of the King of the Bandits?" Hu Furen felt a bit uncomfortable, suspecting the true purpose of his approach.

"Of course!" Song Qingshu's answer made Hu Furen's heart chill, "This treasure will be of great use to me in the future."

Noticing Hu Furen's unhappy expression, knowing her thoughts, Song Qingshu smiled, "Sister-in-law, don't worry. Our meeting was purely coincidental. Besides, I already knew the location of the treasure, so you don't need to worry about my ulterior motives."

"Do you know the location of the treasure?" Hu Furen exclaimed, "That's impossible."

It was rare to see Hu Furen, who usually spoke in a low, gentle voice, with such a vivid expression. Song Qingshu looked at her intently, half-smiling, "I told you, I am the All-Knowing of the Martial Arts World. Although I don't know the exact location, I know the general direction. Once we get there, I should be able to find it. What, are you planning to kill me to keep me quiet?"

Hu Furen sighed, "I don't know how you, so young, know so much."

"One day when I was a child, I met a wandering Taoist. He saw that I had a remarkable bone structure and extraordinary insight... and couldn't help but chat with me," he shook his head and continued, "He said he was a god, and many stories he told me, asking me to remember them well."

Hu Furen, clearly disbelieving, asked, "Did he say his name?"

"He, I think his name was Jin Yong." Song Qingshu's expression