Internal Energy That Can Mend Meridians

Not long after, Murong Fu frowned and said, "Young Master Song's meridians are indeed... severely damaged... Did the Medicine King really say that Star Shifting could treat Young Master Song? Perhaps my aptitude is dull; I've cultivated Star Shifting for twenty years and still don't know if it has the effect of reconnecting meridians."

Song Qingshu was immediately greatly disappointed, and Madam Hu also showed a look of distress. She couldn't help but say, "Since Young Master Murong can't help, I must accompany Brother Song to try other places. I'm afraid I can't stay here."

"Sister-in-law, there's no need for that. Since this last hope is gone, I've completely given up. If Sister-in-law wants to investigate Murong Jingyue, it's more convenient to stay here." Song Qingshu's tone was filled with sadness and reluctance. Since his trip to Yanziwu couldn't heal his injuries, he had no choice but to leave.

Although he could live a peaceful life with Madam Hu here, thinking of the Sword of Damocles hanging over his head in the form of Zhou Zhiruo, he still needed to accumulate more strength before she found him.

With martial arts cultivation now hopeless, it seemed his only path was to enter the imperial court. Song Qingshu's mind raced. Who should he pledge his allegiance to among the various powers in the world today...

Seeing Madam Hu about to leave with Song Qingshu, Murong Fu became anxious and suddenly thought of a solution. He quickly said, "You two don't need to worry. I seem to remember a method to treat Young Master Song's meridians."

Song Qingshu glanced at him indifferently. To be honest, his feelings about healing his meridians had gone from hope to disappointment, then back to hope, and finally to despair. He felt that life's dramatic ups and downs were truly too stimulating, and he was now numb to all possible treatments.

"I hope Young Master Murong will enlighten me." Madam Hu beside him was clearly much more enthusiastic.

"I have a cousin who is well-versed in all the martial arts in the world," Murong Fu's eyes flashed with a hint of tenderness, but it was quickly replaced by determination. "A few years ago, when I discussed various schools' internal energy cultivation with her, she seemed to have mentioned a type of internal energy cultivation that could bring the dead back to life and regenerate flesh and bone. It should be able to treat Young Master Song's injury..."

"Wang Yuyan?" Song Qingshu's interest was immediately piqued. How could he forget about this beautiful young girl who was a grandmaster of martial arts but knew no martial arts herself? If it was really her words, there might be hope. He asked excitedly, "Young Master Murong, what kind of internal energy cultivation is it?"

Murong Fu's expression became somewhat interesting: "I forgot..."

When Murong Fu had first heard of this martial art, he had disbelieved it from the bottom of his heart and scoffed at it. He hadn't paid attention to remember its name. It wasn't until Song Qingshu's symptoms reminded him, and he was desperately seeking any solution to keep Madam Hu, that he suddenly recalled this anecdote.

Seeing the strange expressions on their faces, Murong Fu quickly added, "But my cousin will surely remember."

"Is Young Master Murong's cousin at the manor?" Madam Hu appeared even more anxious than Song Qingshu at this moment.

"My cousin is at Mantuo Mountain Villa, a little distance from here. It's getting late now, why don't you stay the night at my humble abode, and tomorrow we can go see my cousin together." Murong Fu's mind was constantly racing on how to get Madam Hu to stay.

"Thank you, Young Master." Madam Hu couldn't push too hard, so she bowed her head in thanks.

"A Bi, go and arrange for food and drinks. Where is A Zhu?" Murong Fu turned his head to give instructions.

"Sister A Zhu heard that the young master had guests and has already gone to the kitchen to prepare food and drinks." A Bi smiled gently, bowed, and withdrew. "This servant will go and help Sister A Zhu."

"Young Master Murong is truly fortunate to have such beautiful maids." Song Qingshu exclaimed sincerely.

Murong Fu smiled slightly and didn't reply. Madam Hu gave him a sideways glance, thinking that her uncle was so tactless, praising the women in his household like that.

Seeing their strange expressions, Song Qingshu realized something was amiss. As someone from the modern era, women back then could joke with more spice than men, and praising someone's beauty was a common way to build rapport. He hadn't expected this tactic to be unsuitable in ancient times.

"It's a joyous occasion that we have distinguished guests today, truly joyous!" A hearty laugh echoed from outside, and four people dressed like household guards walked in together.

"So it's the Four Manor Lords under Gusu Murong. My apologies!" Song Qingshu stood up and bowed to them, while in his heart, he wondered if their martial arts were as weak as in the TV shows or as formidable as described in the books, close to being top experts in the martial world.

Seeing that he didn't refer to them as Murong family retainers, the four felt a sense of goodwill and pulled him over to chat.

"Young Master, the food and drinks are ready, you may be seated." While Song Qingshu was dealing with the rough men, he suddenly smelled a sweet fragrance. For a moment, he thought a modern woman had also transmigrated here. The familiar scent of rose perfume almost made him shed tears.

Turning around, he saw a petite, charming, and lovely young girl in a red dress. Song Qingshu excitedly asked, "Do you know Jin Yong?"

The girl in red was clearly startled by him. She glanced at Murong Fu and replied timidly, "Young Master, have you mistaken me for someone else?"

Seeing her bewildered expression, Song Qingshu knew he had overthought things and couldn't help but laugh, "Is the young lady wearing rose perfume?"

The girl in red's eyes lit up, looking as if she had found a kindred spirit. "Yes, yes! Does the young master also study floral essences? This is the rose dew I made myself..."

"A Zhu, stop fooling around," Murong Fu coughed gently from the side.

A Zhu playfully stuck out her tongue and quickly tidied the wine table with A Bi.

Song Qingshu felt a bit dazed. To what point had the plot of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils developed? From the looks of it, it hadn't even begun yet. Then why had Qiao Feng already become the Great King of the Southern Courtyard in Liao? However, considering he himself could transmigrate from modern times, these deviations were not so difficult to understand.

After dinner, A Zhu and A Bi respectively led the two to their guest rooms to rest. A Zhu seemed to want to say something but hesitated. Song Qingshu asked with amusement, "Miss A Zhu, what do you want to say?"

A Zhu's dark eyes rolled, and she giggled, "Young Master, why is a man like you so knowledgeable about women's little trinkets?"

"You mean the rose dew?" Song Qingshu chuckled wryly. Back then, he was familiar with the scents of various perfumes from Chanel and Dior. Dealing with a little girl was more than enough.

"Mmm-hmm~" A Zhu nodded continuously.

"Miss A Zhu, I observe that while your rose dew is elegant and refined, the scent doesn't seem to last very long." A thought struck Song Qingshu, recalling A Zhu's astonishing abilities, and he immediately had a plan.