The Emei Sect Leader Tricked by a Child

"Sect Leader Zhang's Heaven and Earth Great Shift divine skill is incredibly marvelous. Back then, he single-handedly fought the experts of the Six Major Sects at Guangming Peak. Your martial arts are still a bit lacking compared to Sect Leader Zhang." Zen Master Kurong pondered for a while before making his judgment.

"Now, Master, do you understand why I still covet your sect's Six Meridian Divine Sword?" Song Qingshu said with a wry smile. The moment he spoke, he knew the Six Meridian Divine Sword was no longer within his reach. However, he was that kind of person; although he sometimes acted despicably, he always had his own integrity and pride. Sometimes he didn't want to be too base and disdained lying.

As expected, upon hearing his words, Zen Master Kurong recited a Buddhist chant: "For you to tell me frankly, young master, shows you are a person of integrity. However, our sect's Six Meridian Divine Sword has always been kept from outsiders. I do not wish to become a sinner to the Duan Clan for hundreds of years. I hope you can forgive me."

"I understand. I apologize for disturbing your meditation tonight, Masters." With that, Song Qingshu let out a long laugh and turned to leave.

The monks did not stop him. Watching Song Qingshu's departing figure, Ben Chen mused, "The martial arts world will likely be in turmoil from now on..."

After leaving Tianlong Temple, Song Qingshu inwardly regretted his actions. He had finally managed to sway those old monks, so why did he have to show off... But the thought vanished as quickly as it came. If his aspirations couldn't be realized, what was the point of having the Six Meridian Divine Sword? He comforted himself, thinking that there were so many other marvelous martial arts in the world, why should he fixate on just one?

With this thought, Song Qingshu's mood brightened, and he eagerly set off again on his quest for martial arts manuals.

The North Darkness Divine Skill, Lingbo Weibu, and that damned Six Meridian Divine Sword seemed hopeless. He had to carefully consider the remaining martial arts treasures. The Nine Yang Divine Skill was hidden in the vast Kunlun Mountains, and finding it would be no easy task. Moreover, he now possessed the Divine Light Scripture and the Nine Yin Manual, so the Nine Yang Divine Skill wouldn't be of much help. Besides, it was Zhang Wuji's martial art, and the thought made him sick. Song Qingshu quickly dismissed the idea of going to Kunlun.

The White Head Profound Sutra from the South Sea was too ethereal. The ocean was vast, and he would likely be fish food before he even found Xia Ke Island. Shaking his head, he rejected this option as well.

The Bixie Sword Manual... ugh, next!

He recalled that the Shui Ge in Mantuo Mountain Villa seemed to have the Minor Formless Skill, but if the Nine Yang Divine Skill wasn't much help to him, what was the point of the Minor Formless Skill? He quickly dismissed it again.

He couldn't learn the Jade Maiden Heart Swordplay of the Ancient Tomb Sect. Drawing a circle with his left hand and a square with his right? Song Qingshu tried a few times, looking at the imperfect circles and squares he drew in the sand, and complained inwardly. He was so intelligent, yet he was sure he couldn't learn the Left-Right Mutual Combat technique, which meant he couldn't practice the Jade Maiden Heart Swordplay either. Besides, this effeminate swordplay didn't suit his elegant and refined demeanor...

A white-robed figure, like snow, a sword coming from the heavens, a celestial swordplay – that was the heroic bearing all men yearned for!

It seemed his current targets were only Dugu Qiubai's inscriptions in Condor Valley and the Nine Swords of Dugu on Mount Hua. Thinking of the legendary divine swordplay, Song Qingshu's heart burned with excitement, and he set off on his journey overnight.

In a deep valley outside Xiangyang City, Hubei, Song Qingshu looked at a pile of foul-smelling bird droppings he had accidentally stepped on, his face ashen. He spat fiercely, "That stupid condor sure can poop!"

With this landmark, Song Qingshu quickly found Dugu Qiubai's burial place. Looking at the pile of rocks and the powerful words inscribed on the wall, Song Qingshu was silent for a long time before finally cursing, "@#%￥, what's the use of just showing off? You should have left behind a manual or something!"

Why was it that Yang Guo, with just the Black Iron Sword, went from having mediocre martial arts a few months ago to appearing and instantly defeating Yin Kexi and Xiaoxiangzi, and even holding his own against Golden Wheel Monk? He searched the Sword Tomb thoroughly but found no divine skill manuals. Song Qingshu felt a sense of intellectual defeat.

"A thief never leaves empty-handed. Otherwise, it would be bad luck next time," Song Qingshu said, picking up Dugu Qiubai's wooden sword and slinging it over his shoulder. Suddenly, he realized, and spat twice, "It must be that damned Duan Yu who stole my luck. Ever since my visit to the Boundless Jade Cave, I've had bad luck every time!"

"I don't believe my trip to the Cliff of Reflection on Mount Hua will also be fruitless!" Song Qingshu vowed inwardly, and then he traveled day and night towards Mount Hua.

Meanwhile, at Medicine King Manor by Baima Temple on the shores of Dongting Lake, a thousand miles away, Hu Fei and Cheng Lingsu stared wide-eyed at the beautiful woman before them. "Pretty auntie, are you really Brother Song's wife?"

Zhou Zhiruo's face twitched slightly, and she forced a smile. "Yes, little brother. Qingshu is indeed auntie's husband. He was seriously injured and didn't want to burden me, so he's traveling the world alone to find a cure. Auntie has already visited Divine Doctor Xue in Songzhou and Ping Yizhi in Kaifeng. Recently, I heard that Qingshu appeared near Medicine King Manor, so auntie finally managed to find her way here. Little brother, little sister, can you tell auntie where he went?"

It turned out that Zhou Zhiruo, after searching everywhere for Song Qingshu, finally found Medicine King Manor. However, she deeply feared the reputation of the Poison Hand Medicine King and dared not use force, so she resorted to clever deception.

"Hmph, I thought Brother Song was a gentleman. So he already has a wife at home, yet he still came to provoke my mother!" Little Hu Fei snorted coldly.

"Exactly, exactly. The moment I saw his eyes staring at me, I knew he wasn't a good person," Cheng Lingsu chimed in, clapping her hands in agreement.

"Then can you tell auntie where he went?" For some reason, listening to the two children curse Song Qingshu, Zhou Zhiruo felt a sense of satisfaction.

"He, he heard my master say that a thousand-year-old ginseng could bring the dead back to life, so he foolishly went to Changbai Mountain to dig for ginseng," Hu Fei chuckled.

Cheng Lingsu's eyes lit up, and she added in coordination, "My master also said at the time that thousand-year-old ginseng only existed in legends and told him not to worry too much. Who knew that after hearing this, he set off for the Northeast overnight."

Having learned Song Qingshu's whereabouts, Zhou Zhiruo was overjoyed. She quickly thanked the two children, mounted the horse beside them, and hurried towards the Northeast, thinking that once she found Song Qingshu, she would torture him until he wished he were dead.

Seeing Zhou Zhiruo leave, Cheng Lingsu turned back to Hu Fei with a half-smile. "Brother Hu Fei, why did you lie to that woman?"

Little Hu Fei crossed his arms and put on a grown-up demeanor. "She thought we were easily fooled children. Although she kept calling herself Sister Song's wife, her intense hatred didn't escape my eyes. How could I possibly tell her Brother Song's whereabouts?"

Out of female sympathy, Cheng Lingsu frowned and asked, "What if she's telling the truth? What if Uncle Song abandoned her, and she just wants revenge?"

Hu Fei chuckled sheepishly. "Who asked Brother Song to be with my mother? If this woman really has ill intentions, my mother, not knowing the truth, would definitely protect Brother Song. If a fight broke out, what if my mother got hurt? It's better to be safe than sorry. I might as well trick her into going to the completely opposite Northeast, hehe..."

"Brother Hu Fei, you've become wicked," Cheng Lingsu giggled coquettishly.

"Uh, it's all thanks to you..."

Our poor Emei Sect Leader was thus tricked by two brats into the snow-covered Northeast