Chapter 58

Chapter 57: The Night Before the Meeting of the Three Beauties

"Shut up, no one thinks you're a mute," Shuisheng snorted, "I'll sleep for a while. Don't blame me if you start yelling and attract the guards. I'm doomed anyway, so I'll stab you first before I die, and we'll both perish together." Shuisheng brandished the knife she had just taken from her boot.

Looking at the gleaming dagger in front of her, Song Qingshu asked curiously, "Then why didn't you stab me just now? Wouldn't that have prevented me from revealing your whereabouts?"

Shuisheng's face turned red, and she thought to herself, Although this person is a bit of a scoundrel, he has been quite nice to me. How could I bring myself to hurt him...

"Oh, I get it," Song Qingshu shouted, "You must have seen me as young and handsome, with high martial arts skills, and your heart has secretly been given to me... Uh... Uh..."

Shuisheng was startled by his sudden outburst and found his nonsense laughable. She couldn't take it anymore and pulled out her handkerchief from her bosom, stuffing it into Song Qingshu's mouth.

"Finally, some peace and quiet..." Shuisheng sighed, lying down on the soft bed, wrapping herself in the blanket, and closing her eyes in enjoyment...

In her sleep, Shuisheng felt a bit cold and unconsciously leaned against a warm spot behind her. She felt it was a warm bear fur coat and curled up, letting it cover her entire body.

The next morning, a scream broke the tranquility of dawn. It turned out that when Shuisheng woke up, she found that Song Qingshu had somehow slept behind her, her head resting on his arm, and her body curled up in his embrace like a little bird. What made her even more upset was that her hand was holding his large hand...

Pushing away his leg that was draped over her waist, Shuisheng's face turned pale as she pointed at Song Qingshu, "You... You... You..." At that moment, she couldn't even form a complete sentence.

"Miss Shui, I did warn you to be careful about getting into the wrong bed," Song Qingshu opened his eyes and looked at her with an innocent expression.

"Aren't you paralyzed? I even tied you up..." Shuisheng looked around in disbelief.

"Are you looking for this?" Song Qingshu pulled out a light blue silk ribbon from his chest, the very one Shuisheng had used to tie his hands yesterday. He brought it to his nose and sniffed it, "I'm a master, so naturally, I have my ways."

Seeing Shuisheng snatch it away in a panic and hurriedly tidy her disheveled clothes, Song Qingshu propped his head on his hand, lying on the bed and watching her with a relaxed demeanor, "Miss Shui, you really don't need to be so nervous. Last night, I was more virtuous than Liu Xiaohui. I didn't do anything, just..."

"Just what?" Shuisheng's eyes turned cold, staring at him nervously.

"Just that someone kept rubbing against me and even held my hand to her chest..."

"Stop it!" Shuisheng, filled with shame and anger, clenched her teeth, and tears began to fall.

Although Shuisheng's big eyes, filled with tears, looked quite beautiful, Song Qingshu couldn't bear to see her continue to be sad, "Come on, what's the big deal about a maid warming the bed for her master? Hurry up and serve your master to change clothes."

Shuisheng glared at him and jumped off the bed, turning her back to him, refusing to acknowledge him.

Song Qingshu wasn't annoyed. After tidying his clothes, he said, "Miss Shui, I thank you for sparing my life last night. I've decided..."

"To let me go?" Shuisheng turned around in surprise.

"Although I did consider letting you go, I really want to experience what it's like to have a charming maid. After weighing the options, I've decided to let you go when you've served me well enough." Song Qingshu looked at her with a smile.

"Shameless!" Shuisheng's face turned cold again.

"You're the one with dirty thoughts," Song Qingshu protested, "Being a maid is a noble profession, you know? In the Western Continent, they have a beautiful name for it: maid... I was just thinking, it's not like I'm asking you to be a concubine. Why are you so anxious?"

Shuisheng thought about it and realized that last night, Song Qingshu had only pretended to be paralyzed and tied up. Given their significant difference in martial arts skills, it seemed impossible for her to escape... "Whether or not I've served you well is entirely up to you. If you keep lying, won't I have to serve you for the rest of my life?" Shuisheng suddenly looked up and said coldly.

Song Qingshu wasn't affected by her icy tone but detected a hint of softness in her voice. He said happily, "I'm always honest and upright... Uh, what's that look for? Don't roll your eyes. Since you don't believe me, I'll set a deadline. I'll let you go in at most half a year. Of course, if you serve me exceptionally well and make me feel comfortable, I can let you go earlier."

"Deal!" Shuisheng said coldly.

"If I lie, I'm a dog," Song Qingshu sat down in a chair, patted his arm, and said, "Ouch, come and massage my arm. It's sore and painful from being used as a pillow all night."

Thinking about the soft and warm pillow from last night, Shuisheng's face turned red, and she hesitantly walked over, pouting, "Is it here?"

"A little lower, yes... yes... a bit lighter, hmm~" Song Qingshu felt as if every part of his body had been smoothed by an iron, and every pore was as comfortable as if he had eaten a ginseng fruit.

Of course, this wasn't because Shuisheng's technique was particularly skilled. No matter how skilled she was, she couldn't match the high-end massage places Song Qingshu had visited in his previous life.

The source of Song Qingshu's comfort was mainly due to Shuisheng's identity. Thinking about how this noble lady, who had probably never done any rough work in her life, was now massaging his shoulders, he felt incredibly satisfied.

"I wonder what it would feel like if a princess or a duchess were to massage me..." At that moment, Song Qingshu couldn't help but let his mind wander.

When Wei Xiaobao saw Shuisheng standing obediently behind Song Qingshu, his eyes nearly fell out. He pulled Song Qingshu aside and chuckled, "Brother Song is truly a master. You tamed this little firecracker in just one night."

Wei Xiaobao, who had no martial arts skills and didn't deliberately avoid Shuisheng, heard everything he said. Shuisheng glanced at the ridiculous braid on Wei Xiaobao's back and wished she could strangle both of them.

After breakfast, Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian led the envoy team back to the capital with great fanfare, while Wei Xiaobao quietly slipped out the back door with Song Qingshu, heading for Suzhou.

"Ah, no carriage, no horse, how far do we have to walk? Shuang'er, I miss you so much." After a short while, Wei Xiaobao began to complain.

"Useless!" Shuisheng muttered disdainfully. All this misfortune was his fault, so she naturally wouldn't show him any kindness.

"You dirty woman, what did you say?" Wei Xiaobao glared at her, and a verbal spat ensued.

This part is omitted for several hundred words...

Shuisheng, a young and innocent girl, was no match for Wei Xiaobao, who grew up in the streets. She soon turned red in the face, tears welling up in her eyes, and wished she could kill him with a sword.

Song Qingshu listened in amazement, realizing that his minor skills were nothing compared to Wei Xiaobao's. He cleared his throat, interrupting their argument. He wanted to show off in front of both of them. For Wei Xiaobao, it was to increase his influence, and for Shuisheng, it was a man's instinct to display himself in front of a woman.

"Walking like this is too slow. Come closer to me, and I'll take you to Suzhou." Song Qingshu called out.

The two of them approached hesitantly. Song Qingshu wrapped his left arm around Shuisheng's waist and grabbed Wei Xiaobao's shoulder with his right hand. Using his lightness skill, they vanished like a wisp of smoke.

Held in Song Qingshu's arms, Shuisheng didn't have time to scream before she realized their terrifying speed. Watching the trees fly by, she looked back at Song Qingshu's side profile with a complex expression: Cousin, no matter in talent, appearance, or martial arts, he is far superior to you... Oh, what am I thinking...

Unlike Shuisheng's complex thoughts, Wei Xiaobao was excited, "Wow, if I had such good lightness skills, who could catch me when I run away?"

Wei Xiaobao was a man of action. He immediately asked, "Brother Song, can you teach me this lightness skill?"

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, "This lightness skill is extremely draining on internal energy. Brother Wei, you have no foundation in internal skills, so you can't learn it."

"Oh~" Wei Xiaobao's disappointment was evident. He noticed that Song Qingshu gently held Shuisheng in his arms but only grabbed his shoulder, and he thought resentfully, "Is this小白脸 hiding it and refusing to teach me?"

Song Qingshu, a master of reading people's expressions in his previous life, was worried about creating a rift. He quickly added, "Actually, I know a supreme lightness skill that doesn't require internal energy and is very suitable for Brother Wei."

"What is it?" Wei Xiaobao immediately perked up.

"Shenxing Baibian," Song Qingshu said calmly, "It's a skill of the Iron Sword Sect. Coincidentally, the person we're targeting, Yuan Chengzhi, knows it."

"That's great, it's all in the bag," Wei Xiaobao chuckled, "When we catch him, we'll torture him to get this lightness skill."

"Brother Wei is indeed clever, now you're using idioms," Song Qingshu said.

"Brother Song, those idioms know me, but I don't know them. I heard them from storytellers before."

...

After half a day of travel, they were still halfway to Suzhou. Song Qingshu, carrying two people, felt somewhat tired. It was noon, so they stopped at a market and found the largest inn to rest and continue their journey.

"Traveling is no fun without this," Wei Xiaobao took out a thick stack of silver bills, "Brother Song is skilled in martial arts, but I have more money. Don't be polite today, order the most expensive dishes. Waiter, bring us all your tea and snacks."

The three of them sat down in a private room on the second floor. Shuisheng muttered disdainfully, "Newly rich."

Song Qingshu admired Wei Xiaobao's generosity and extravagance. Just as he was about to compliment him, he heard a deep voice from downstairs, "Miss Mu, I have spared your life several times. If you continue to纠缠, don't blame me for being impolite."

Song Qingshu's heart stirred, and he looked downstairs. He saw two men and two women enter. One was a monk around fifty years old, dressed in simple clothes and sandals, with a radiant face, clearly a super expert.

The other young man looked like a nobleman, with a handsome face and a gentle demeanor, gazing at the side profile of the girl in light green clothes beside him.

The girl had a furrowed brow and a delicate appearance, none other than Wang Yuyan, whom he had met at the Mandala Manor.

Not far from them, a black-clad girl, gripping her sword hilt, followed slowly, none other than Mu Wanjing, whom he had parted ways with on Mount Hua.

"Maha Karuna, with the pure and complete precepts as the fundamental vow, why should the Vajra King be angry with a young girl? Why not come up and share a cup of wine?" Song Qingshu, due to his previous life's experience with business partners who were fond of Buddhism, had studied some Buddhist knowledge, so he immediately revealed the identity of the Vajra King.

Maha Karuna is the Sanskrit transliteration of the Vajra King. Jiumozhi was surprised that someone in Jiangnan could recognize him at first glance. Looking up, he saw a young man, and out of curiosity, he brought Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu upstairs. Mu Wanjing, seeing Song Qingshu, showed a hint of joy in her eyes, but then her expression darkened, and she followed with a complex look.

"I'm dead, I'm dead! Where did such a beauty come from? If this beauty were my wife, I wouldn't even trade places with the emperor. I, Wei Xiaobao, will do anything, go to the ends of the earth, through bullets and rain, over mountains of knives and seas of oil, to marry this girl as my wife!" When Wang Yuyan came upstairs, Wei Xiaobao felt as if he had been hit by an invisible heavy hammer, suddenly dry-mouthed and tongue-tied, staring in amazement.

A man's instinct made Duan Yu immediately realize the covetous look in Wei Xiaobao's eyes. He instinctively stepped in front of Wang Yuyan, blocking the other's intense gaze.

Noticing his action, Mu Wanjing felt a pang of pain and, out of spite, sat next to Song Qingshu.

"Since we parted on Mount Hua, I didn't expect to see you so soon." Song Qingshu turned to look at Mu Wanjing. Her beauty remained, but her clear face had a hint of fatigue.

"Wanjie, do you know this young man?" Duan Yu noticed the unusual relationship between the two. Although Mu Wanjing was now his sister, he still felt a bit uncomfortable.

"He is my husband!" Mu Wanjing's words shocked everyone present.

It turned out that the transformation of her beloved into a brother had already broken Mu Wanjing's heart. On Mount Hua, she heard that Duan Yu had been captured by Jiumozhi and rushed to Suzhou to save him. She never expected that her former lover would so quickly turn his attention to Wang Yuyan.

Duan Yu's quick infatuation with Wang Yuyan had left Mu Wanjing feeling cold and heartbroken throughout the journey. Seeing Song Qingshu now, she felt a bit of warmth, but her words were more to deliberately provoke Duan Yu.

Wei Xiaobao, who had been blocked earlier, now had the opportunity to... Chapter 58: The Gathering of the Four Giants

Song Qingshu's heart stirred, and he looked downstairs. He saw two men and two women enter. One was a monk around fifty years old, dressed in simple clothes and sandals, with a radiant face, clearly a super expert.

The other young man looked like a nobleman, with a handsome face and a gentle demeanor, gazing at the side profile of the girl in light green clothes beside him.

The girl had a furrowed brow and a delicate appearance, none other than Wang Yuyan, whom he had met at the Mandala Manor.

Not far from them, a black-clad girl, gripping her sword hilt, followed slowly, none other than Mu Wanjing, whom he had parted ways with on Mount Hua.

"Maha Karuna, with the pure and complete precepts as the fundamental vow, why should the Vajra King be angry with a young girl? Why not come up and share a cup of wine?" Song Qingshu, due to his previous life's experience with business partners who were fond of Buddhism, had studied some Buddhist knowledge, so he immediately revealed the identity of the Vajra King.

Maha Karuna is the Sanskrit transliteration of the Vajra King. Jiumozhi was surprised that someone in Jiangnan could recognize him at first glance. Looking up, he saw a young man, and out of curiosity, he brought Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu upstairs. Mu Wanjing, seeing Song Qingshu, showed a hint of joy in her eyes, but then her expression darkened, and she followed with a complex look.

"I'm dead, I'm dead! Where did such a beauty come from? If