The Delicate Martial Arts Grandmaster

After a careful look, Wang Yuyan could indeed be described as breathtakingly beautiful. However, Song Qingshu was not Duan Yu, and having seen many beauties with the help of modern cameras, his immunity was naturally higher.

To say how much prettier Wang Yuyan was compared to A Zhu and A Bi? Song Qingshu shook his head inwardly. They were all beautiful girls; once they reached a certain level, it wasn't easy to distinguish who was superior. It was like asking whether Fan Bingbing or Gao Yuanyuan was prettier. Some people thought Fan was better looking, while others found Gao more goddess-like. It all depended on personal taste.

The reason people in this world generally thought Wang Yuyan was prettier than A Zhu and A Bi wasn't that Wang Yuyan's beauty surpassed theirs by much, but rather the ethereal, almost celestial aura that enveloped her. It made ordinary men feel inferior and hesitant to examine her further after a single glance. That initial impression would then be deeply imprinted in their minds, embellished by their own beautiful fantasies, naturally leading them to believe Wang Yuyan was far more beautiful than neighbors like A Zhu and A Bi.

As a modern person, Song Qingshu, after the initial shock of her beauty, was quickly able to appreciate her appearance with a more common perspective.

"Cousin, who are these people?" Noticing Song Qingshu's gaze, Wang Yuyan's long eyelashes fluttered slightly. While feeling shy, she was also a little displeased. However, fearing they might be her cousin's good friends, she didn't dare to show her emotions.

"These two are my friends," Murong Fu said, supporting Wang Yuyan as they walked inside. "It's a long story, let's talk as we walk."

"An internal skill to heal meridians?" As they sat down in a nearby pavilion, Wang Yuyan listened to Murong Fu explain Song Qingshu's situation. She furrowed her beautiful brows and began to ponder.

"There are many martial arts in the world today. If we're talking about the best for treating internal injuries, it would be the Nine Yin Manual, which the Five Greats of the past fought over," Wang Yuyan's words made Song Qingshu's heart sink. He thought that the Nine Yin Manual indeed had miraculous effects for treating internal injuries, but his meridians were completely severed, making it impossible for him to circulate his true qi according to its methods to heal. Could it be that the internal skill Murong Fu was referring to was this one...

"However..." Wang Yuyan's change in tone made Song Qingshu's heart leap into his throat. "Young Master Song's meridians are currently damaged, so the Nine Yin Manual might not be suitable."

Song Qingshu secretly admired Wang Yuyan. Although she herself didn't know any martial arts, she was intimately familiar with and thoroughly understood all the martial arts in the world. Murong Fu was sitting on a treasure trove yet remained ignorant of it. Every time Wang Yuyan offered him guidance, he would get angry. His narrow-mindedness meant he wouldn't achieve anything significant.

"Does Miss Wang have any other methods?" Madam Hu asked softly from the side.

Wang Yuyan also marveled at the beauty of this elder sister, nodding slightly in acknowledgment before continuing, "I once read in a rare ancient book: The Nine Yin Manual primarily treats atrophied and blocked meridians, while the Divine Light Scripture primarily treats broken meridians and bones, one focusing on internal, the other on external. As for the actual effectiveness, since I haven't read either book, I dare not make any definitive statements..."

Song Qingshu's whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. His heart was filled with emotion. "That's right, that's right! How could I have forgotten the Divine Light Scripture? Back then, Di Yun and Ding Dian had their clavicle bones pierced and their leg tendons severed, yet they could still be full of vigor with the Divine Light Scripture, even able to revive someone who had just died..."

"Thank you for your guidance, Miss Wang." Song Qingshu stood up excitedly, his heart already soaring, wishing he could immediately go and find the Divine Light Scripture.

Seeing Song Qingshu's excited demeanor, Madam Hu knew this was likely the right path. She quickly looked at Wang Yuyan and asked, "Does Miss Wang know where to find the Divine Light Scripture?"

Wang Yuyan furrowed her delicate brows, tilted her head, and thought carefully. "It is said that the renowned recluse Mei Niansheng from Xiangzhong knows this divine skill, but he is always on the move, and I don't know where to find him."

Song Qingshu was taken aback. He wondered if Mei Niansheng had already met his demise at the hands of his three disciples. If he was already dead, Song Qingshu would have to find a way through Ding Dian and Di Yun.

"Young Master Murong and Miss Wang's kindness in saving me is something I will never forget," Song Qingshu said, standing up and expressing his sincere gratitude.

"I only read a few words from a book, and I don't know if it will work yet." Wang Yuyan felt a bit shy from his enthusiastic thanks.

"We are all people of the martial world, Young Hero Song. There's no need to be so polite," Murong Fu said, quickly rising to return the courtesy.

Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. On the surface, Murong Fu was truly an impeccable young talent. Since they had helped him this time, he would definitely repay them in the future...

"I plan to travel to Xiangzhong. Sister-in-law, please stay here for a few days. Investigating Murong Jingyue is important," Song Qingshu turned to Madam Hu and said deliberately.

"Yes, Madam Hu, if you find it inconvenient to stay at Yanziwu, you are welcome to stay with my cousin. Mantuo Mountain Villa is full of women, so Madam Hu can rest assured," Murong Fu added fuel to the fire upon seeing this.

Madam Hu looked at Song Qingshu with a troubled expression. She thought that with the current chaos and her uncle having lost all his martial arts and possessing a stubborn refusal to yield, he probably wouldn't make it to Xiangzhong.

"The Murong Family is already investigating Murong Jingyue, so my staying here won't be of much use. Uncle has lost all his martial arts, and the journey ahead is not peaceful. I will accompany Uncle to Xiangzhong," Madam Hu finally made her decision.

Upon hearing this, everyone present wore strange expressions. The two uncle and niece traveling together, a man and a woman alone...

A Bi, recalling their intimacy on the boat last time, had even more inappropriate thoughts in her mind.

Madam Hu soon realized the awkward atmosphere. Her thoughts shifted, and she understood what everyone was thinking. Her ears felt a little hot, but there was nothing she could do to explain it. Thinking of how pure her relationship with her uncle was, her mood calmed down.

Song Qingshu was now in a race against time. He didn't know when Zhou Zhiruo would find him. If he were still in such a half-dead state then, he would surely be doomed.

Although there was the captivating fairy-like sister, the gentle A Bi, and the sweet A Zhu here, Song Qingshu decided to set off immediately.

Facing his farewell, Wang Yuyan merely nodded slightly. Her heart was entirely set on her cousin. Looking at Murong Fu, her eyes were filled with tenderness and affection.

With things having reached this point, Murong Fu knew that if he tried to keep them any longer, it might arouse suspicion. He had A Zhu fetch a bag of money and presented it to them: "Two, this journey is a long one. Please accept this travel money as a token of my regard... If you consider me a friend, Murong Fu, I hope you won't refuse. I wish Young Hero Song a speedy recovery, and Yanziwu's doors will always be open to you..."

Since it had come to this, Song Qingshu no longer refused. He accepted the package and cupped his fists in thanks, "I will repay this kindness of rebirth tenfold in the future!"

"Uncle, don't you think Young Master Murong is being a bit too enthusiastic towards me?" After leaving Mantuo Mountain Villa, Madam Hu hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't help but ask.