A Chance Encounter with Old Acquaintances

Along the way, Song Qingshu naturally would not waste such a fine opportunity. From time to time, he sought Zhang Sanfeng's guidance on the subtleties and profundities of martial arts, then compared them with his own insights. After several days, the several vastly different martial arts he had learned showed faint signs of merging into one.

Song Qingshu could not help feeling deeply moved. Zhang Sanfeng truly deserved to be considered, in Jin Yong's novel system, a figure on par with Bodhidharma. His cultivation and knowledge were truly beyond mortal scholarship, unfathomably deep.

Zhang Sanfeng was likewise greatly astonished by Song Qingshu's comprehension. Often, with only the slightest hint from him, Song Qingshu immediately understood. He could not help wondering in secret. Qingshu had not seemed so gifted before. Could this be what they called late blooming?

Zhang Sanfeng did not dwell on it. Seeing that Song Yuanqiao had such an outstanding son, he was pleased enough already. Before long, he noticed that Song Qingshu's martial arts were extremely varied and could not help curiously asking about his experiences after the Lion-Slaying Tournament.

When he heard that Song Qingshu had received Wang Yuyan's guidance, traveled to Jingzhou City, and obtained the Divine Light Scripture to reconnect his meridians, Zhang Sanfeng sighed with emotion. "This Miss Wang you speak of is merely sixteen years old, yet she knows the martial arts of the world as if they were all familiar to her. The world truly is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers."

After praising Wang Yuyan, Zhang Sanfeng sighed again. "In my early years, I heard that the Divine Light Scripture possessed the power to bring the dead back to life. I had assumed it was merely a rumor exaggerated through the martial world, but I never expected it to