Wuxia 5

By the time Zhang Wuji's injuries were temporarily stabilized, more than two months had already passed.

At this moment, the members of the Wudang Sect finally discovered that Liu Zhong and Song Qinghua were missing.

Song Yuanqiao found a letter left by Liu Zhong in his room, which only stated that he had taken his younger brother down the mountain to travel, adding that they knew their limits and would not venture into dangerous places, asking everyone not to worry.

How could they not be worried? But looking at the date on the letter, the two had already been gone for nearly two months; even if they went down the mountain to search now, they wouldn't be able to find them.

But even if it was late, they still had to search for them.

After discussing it, the group decided to send Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu, who had the lowest internal energy, down the mountain to look for them, and incidentally, to let Yin Liting clear his mind.

The Emei Sect had sent a letter not long ago, annulling the engagement between Yin Liting and Ji Xiaofu.

In the letter, Abbess Miejue guaranteed that she would definitely give the Wudang Sect an explanation.

The members of Wudang knew Abbess Miejue's personality well; that Miss Ji was likely in danger.

However, their minds had been entirely focused on saving Zhang Wuji at the time, and although they thought Ji Xiaofu might be in a bad spot, they wouldn't go out of their way to help her.

They were not saints, after all.

Song Yuanqiao was furious, fuming, "Those two rebellious brats, they only know how to cause trouble for others."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed and said, "Don't blame them; it is we who neglected them. They are still children, and we have been entirely focused on Wuji lately. By ignoring them, it was inevitable that they would feel hurt."

Song Yuanqiao said, "Wuji is severely injured, hovering between life and death. Can they not show some understanding?"

Zhang Sanfeng replied, "They are children!"

Zhang Sanfeng frowned and continued, "Yuanqiao, as a father, besides being strict with your children, you also need to care for them more. With your current attitude, the children will only feel more hurt and resentful toward you when they see you."

Zhang Songxi and the others had originally agreed with Song Yuanqiao, feeling that Liu Zhong and Song Qinghua were too inconsiderate, but after hearing these words from Zhang Sanfeng, they began to view the problem from the perspective of Liu Zhong and Song Qinghua, feeling empathy for the two children.

"Sixth Brother, Seventh Brother, once you find Qinghua and his brother, talk to them properly, and while you're at it, apologize to them on our behalf," Zhang Songxi said to Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu.

The two nodded in agreement, packed their luggage, and headed down the mountain.

Back on Wudang Mountain, the remaining people continued to use their internal energy to help Zhang Wuji suppress the cold poison, and Zhang Sanfeng taught the Wudang Nine Yang Skill to Zhang Wuji.

He remembered that he had promised Song Qinghua and Liu Zhong that he would teach them the Wudang Nine Yang Skill after his birthday banquet, yet he had broken his word.

No wonder the two children chose to leave.

Zhang Sanfeng sighed.

When the two children return to the mountain, he would teach them the Wudang Nine Yang Skill; he would teach them personally.

It was just a pity that by the time the two returned to the mountain, they would no longer need him to teach them the Wudang Nine Yang Skill.

After Liu Zhong took Song Qinghua down the mountain, they changed their attire, dressing themselves as two little beggars.

Song Qinghua was somewhat reluctant; having been fastidious since childhood, he did not want to make himself look dirty.

Liu Zhong firmly forced Song Qinghua to change: "This is the only way to be safe. We are still too young and our martial arts are low; it would be very dangerous if we were targeted. By dressing as little beggars, we can avoid many dangers."

Song Qinghua pouted and said, "We have practiced martial arts for so many years, shouldn't we count as experts now?"

Liu Zhong replied, "People like Father and the martial uncles are the real experts, but even they are not the strongest; there are many in the pugilistic world who are stronger than them. Not to mention anything else, there are many experts within the Ming Cult."

The Ming Cult was currently regarded as a demonic cult by the righteous sects of the pugilistic world, and Song Qinghua was deeply influenced by this.

Hearing Liu Zhong mention the Ming Cult, he obediently put on the tattered clothes of a beggar.

In the current pugilistic world, there were too many members of the Ming Cult.

The two changed their clothes, hid their banknotes and gold and silver in their belts, and began their first journey into the pugilistic world.

The world below the mountain was chaotic.

The rule of the Yuan Dynasty was extremely brutal, and the lives of the common people were miserable, with many barely able to survive.

Uprising armies were rising everywhere, making the world even more chaotic.

In addition to dealing with the exorbitant taxes of the imperial court, the people also had to face the looting and pillaging of defeated remnant soldiers.

Whenever they encountered such situations, the two would intervene and deal with those remnant soldiers.

Perhaps influenced by the emotions of their previous lives, Song Qinghua felt no discomfort the first time he killed someone; his strikes were ruthless, clean, and efficient.

Liu Zhong was the same; having lived through the apocalypse in his previous life, he had killed many zombies, and many people as well.

There were no shortage of scumbags who abandoned their humanity and acted recklessly because of the arrival of the apocalypse.

The two moved with clean, efficient actions, ensuring they would never leave behind any trouble for the common people.

Through battle after battle, their martial arts techniques became increasingly proficient, and their strength improved accordingly.

When the two arrived at a small town by the Han River, Liu Zhong took out a few copper coins, intending to buy two steamed buns to satisfy their hunger, when he suddenly saw Song Qinghua walking in a certain direction.

Liu Zhong hurriedly handed the money to the bun vendor and took the buns to chase after Song Qinghua.

He saw Song Qinghua talking to a little girl.

The girl was about seven or eight years old, looking frail and small, wearing patched but very clean clothes.

Looking closely, the girl had delicate features and a refined appearance, and her speech was polite; she did not look like a girl from an ordinary family at all.

The little girl's eyes were red, with large teardrops still hanging from the corners of her eyes, and she hiccuped intermittently while speaking with Song Qinghua.

Song Qinghua suddenly ran off, darting into a deserted alleyway, only to emerge again a moment later.

He ran to the little girl's side and quickly shoved a silver ingot into her arms, whispering, "Quickly, hide this silver and take it to your father."

The little girl shook her head in refusal: "I cannot take your silver."

Song Qinghua: "Do you not want to save your mother?"

The little girl's movements paused, and after biting her lip, she tucked the silver away.

"Thank you, big brother, I will pay you back." Having said that, the little girl ran into the pharmacy nearby.

Before long, the little girl emerged from the pharmacy, accompanied by a man with an anxious expression and a physician.

The little girl tugged on the man's clothes and pointed toward Song Qinghua.

The man ran over and bowed to Song Qinghua: "Many thanks for your generous help, little brother. Zhou Wang is eternally grateful. Please leave your name, and once I have saved enough money, I will certainly pay you back."

"No need, no need." Song Qinghua hurriedly waved his hands.

The little girl walked over and said in a crisp voice: "My name is Zhou Zhiruo, what is your name, big brother?"

Song Qinghua immediately replied: "My name is Song Qinghua."

Liu Zhong: "..."

What a spineless younger brother!

So this little girl is actually Zhou Zhiruo?

This time, it was his own brother who met her first, and he even appeared at the very moment the little girl needed help the most.

Could this be considered a hero saving a damsel in distress?

Will the feelings of this little girl, Zhou Zhiruo, change because of this?