Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 292: Kingslayer

"Okay!" Song Qingshu didn't hesitate, and handed over the map he had prepared to the Sunflower Ancestor.

The Sunflower Ancestor’s hands were trembling as he held the map. He had already memorized part of the Sutra of Forty-two Chapters by heart. And after a quick scan, he ascertained that it was a real map. After carefully putting it in his sleeves, he looked at Song Qingshu and said, " Boy, this old man is happy today, do you want me to help you?"

Seeing the man’s withered face constantly twitching, Song Qingshu understood how excited the Sunflower Ancestor was at this moment. If he opened his mouth, the guy would definitely be willing to help him deal with Kangxi, but Song Qingshu still shook his head and refused, "This is between me and him. I want to deal with him alone."

The Sunflower Ancestor was taken aback. He didn't expect that Song Qingshu would refuse his help. But, as he had just said it casually, it was even better that his help was not needed. Now he could put all his mind on the Dragon Vain of the Qing Dynasty. He took advantage of the situation and said, "That's fine, then this old man will be leaving."

As soon as the words fell, the Sunflower Ancestor figure disappeared like a puff of green smoke.

"Compared to the Sunflower Ancestor, my movement technique is still a bit worse." Song Qingshu was stunned, and couldn't help but sigh.

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As night fell, Kangxi was alone in the room dealing with the memorials, while thinking in his mind, ‘Now that Shengjing is under Our complete control, the family members of those generals who went to war are also in Our hands. Not to mention that Hongli is dead, and his son is also in Our hand. So everything is a foregone conclusion. Those generals who received the imperial decree should give in without any accidents… well, but We can't be careless, We have to guard against Hongli's confidants taking the opportunity to counterattack…’

Kangxi suddenly thought about something, which made him feel upset. He threw away the ink pen, and didn't bother to review the memorial. Then, he suddenly thought of Ma Chunhua, and his heart couldn't help but move. That ignorant girl from his past had now grown into a charming young woman, especially thinking of her special status, Kangxi felt a certain part of her body heat up.

"Xiao Dengzi, come here."

Unexpectedly, there was no response from outside even after he summoned them twice, Kangxi was secretly furious! ‘Is that basta*d slave not afraid of losing his head?’

Suddenly his expression changed, and he looked at the figure in the shadow of the pillar.

"Your majesty, you don't need to shout, Xiao Dengzi can't hear you." Song Qingshu slowly walked out step by step.

Kangxi's heart sank, but a gentle smile appeared on his face, "Official Song, you came to see me so late, what's the matter?"

Song Qingshu remained silent for a long time, and finally chuckled, "Why is the Emperor pretending to be confused?"

Kangxi's face suddenly became very gloomy, "Do you know that you have already committed a crime of disrespect by saying such things to Us?"

"I know." Song Qingshu calmly looked at him.

Kangxi felt a chill run down his back, and said in a deep voice, "Song Qingshu, if you step back now, I will think of your past achievements and forget this incident."

Hearing Kangxi's words, Song Qingshu smiled, "It's come to this point, do you think I will step back?"

Kangxi had just eliminated Hongli, so his self-confidence had reached an unprecedented peak. A wave of anger welled up in his heart. Then, with a wave of his hand, he said in a cold voice, "Kill him!"

Following Kangxi's order, four men in black slowly came out from the darkness, quickly surrounding Song Qingshu in the center.

"Official Song, did you really think that there were no other masters under my command?" Kangxi cold snorted, "The Qing Empire has a vast land and abundant resources, and the court devoted all its power to collecting all kinds of peerless martial arts secrets. We are not inferior to the Shaolin and Wudang even if We enter the Wulin!"

Sensing the chilling aura of these people, Song Qingshu frowned, and after hearing Kangxi's words, he showed a vicious grin, "I don’t know about the head of Shaolin, but the head of Wudang… hehe, Master Zhang can beat them with one hand, and won’t even break a sweat."

The men in black were furious when they heard the words, and the leader signaled them to be calm, and sarcastically said, "We dare not say anything about Master Zhang. But if it’s just you, in the eyes of our brothers, you are nothing more than a chicken and a dog. That Yu Zhenzi, who was known as the number one expert in Shengjing, was killed by me with one move!"

In the past, Yu Zhenzi was compared with the Golden Serpent King, Yuan Chengzhi. And after joining Hongli, he even swept away all the strong opponents in Shengjing. And these men in black easily killed Yu Zhenzi, so they naturally didn't think Song Qingshu was anything special.

"Oh?" Song Qingshu was startled. Yu Zhenzi was definitely considered a top expert in the Wulin, and coupled with his outstanding movement technique, it was quite unbelievable that he died in their hands like this. "Yu Zhenzi died like that?"

Seeing a look of pride on the other party's face, Song Qingshu's expression became serious. These people might really be quite troublesome.

"Report your name, this Song never kills any strangers." Song Qingshu calmed down and declared.

"When you see King Yama remember to tell him, Wei Mo was the one who will killed you!" As soon as the words fell, the leader disappeared from his place.

With a flash of the sword, Wei Mo had already returned to the original place, with a drop of bright blood hanging on the tip of the sword.

"Your sword is quite fast." Song Qingshu looked at the wound on his shoulder, and his tone seemed quite approving.

His first move had clearly showed that he had the upper hand, but there wasn’t any expression of triumph on Wei Mo’s face. He just smiled bitterly, "Your movement technique is faster."

"What's your technique called?" Song Qingshu asked curiously.

"Heavenly Meteor." Wei Mo said in a deep voice. Although he was not well-known, he was a rare martial arts genius. It usually took him only one move to beat his opponents, even if they were as strong as Yu Zhenzi. But it was a pity that Song Qingshu was much faster in the end.

"What an apt name, it's indeed as fast as a meteor." While speaking, Song Qingshu held the Wooden Sword in his hand, "Then please comment on my move."

Wei Mo didn't dare to hold back any more, he quickly called the rest of the group and attacked together.

Song Qingshu raised his sword and casually waved it around him. The shadow of the sword reflected on the desperate eyes of the other three men in black, as they failed to stop the Sword Qi from penetrating through their bodies even after exhausting all their best skills.

Seeing that, Wei Mo's eyes turned red. He let out a roar, and used his technique to the utmost level! But alas, what he felt was only grief and indignation, as even after he broke through his previous limit, he found that at the moment, Song Qingshu was still behind him with his Wooden Sword. Wei Mo became certain that his opponent was far above him in martial arts, and was also impossible for him to escape.

Suddenly Wei Mo's expression went through a drastic change, and he saw that the Wooden Sword in Song Qingshu's hand naturally moved forward like an antelope's horns. The sword move seemed extremely slow, as if the opponent had clearly seen through his every move.

Looking down at the Wooden Sword in his chest, Wei Mo asked with a unwilling expression, "What's the name of this sword technique?"

"I just realized it recently, and I haven't had time to name it yet…" Seeing Wei Mo's regretful face, Song Qingshu couldn't bear to let it end like this. He suddenly thought of a comic from his previous life, and quickly said, "Well, let's just call it the Twenty-third Sword." (G: Feng*yun comics. jiàn èr shí sān (剑二十三), translated would be Sword Twenty-three. I think it would be better to call it the Twenty-third Sword.)

"The Twenty-third Sword? Good swordsmanship, good swordsmanship…" The light in Wei Mo's eyes finally dimmed.

Seeing that the four top masters died so easily in Song Qingshu’s hand, Kangxi hurriedly ran to the inner hall, and screamed as he ran, "Ancestor save Us! Ancestor save Us…"

However, he stopped abruptly, because he didn't know when, but Song Qingshu was already standing in front of him, and the Wooden Sword in his hand was placed just above his throat.

"Are you expecting the Sunflower Ancestor to save you?" Song Qingshu showed a trace of regret on his face, "He has already left for Changbai Mountain to search for the Dragon Vain of your Qing Dynasty."

"Sutra of Forty-two Chapters!" Kangxi quickly realized the key point, "Wei Xiaobao was indeed killed by you."

"I didn't kill Xiaobao, he was indeed killed by Princess Jianning." Song Qingshu sighed.

"What's the difference between Jianning killing him and you killing him?" Kangxi sneered, "That stupid Jianning didn't even know that she was being used as a tool before she died."

"It seems that the Emperor has suspected all this from the start." Song Qingshu put away the Wooden Sword and praised.

After all, Kangxi was a hero of a generation. So, after the initial panic, he quickly calmed down. He knew that he was going to die today, but he didn't want to die in an unsightly manner, "Yes, We knew there must’ve been something strange about what happened in Shanhaiguan. Afterwards, We asked other people in the mission about what happened that day, and after countless deduction behind the scenes, I came to the conclusion that only you could be the culprit."

"Why didn't the Emperor punish me at that time?" Song Qingshu admired Kangxi's composure very much.

"After all, you are a rare talent. We thought We could see through you. We wanted to get rid of you to avenge Wei Xiaobao after making full use of you. But We didn't know that this would be the biggest mistake We made in Our life." Kangxi looked extremely annoyed.

"You don't have to regret it, Your Majesty, you have actually succeeded. If I hadn't received someone's advice, I would never have realized that you had seen through all my plans." Song Qingshu spoke with lingering fear.

"Hehe, when We saw you for the first time, We knew that you would not stay down. Sooner or later, you would turn against me…" Kangxi smiled wryly, "It's useless to talk too much. Compared to this, We are even more curious about something. What benefits can you gain from killing Us at a time like this, except for a miniscule amount of fame?"

Song Qingshu remained silent for a while, then took out a mask as thin as cicada's wings from his bosom and put it on his face. Then he just quietly looked at Kangxi without saying a word.

"Alright, We get it! Your planning is so deep and your preparations are so thorough, We really deserve to lose." Looking at the face in front of him that was exactly like his own, a chill ran through Kangxi's spine, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble. He finally gave up.

"This is the disguise technique that I had learned from a little maid from the Murong Family in Gusu. I have always believed that it was much more useful than just some petty tricks." Song Qingshu couldn't help thinking of the time when Bing Xue'er took him to Yanziwu for medical treatment, and felt a hint of warmth in his heart.

"Song Qingshu, I only have one request before I die." Kangxi's face had turned completely pale and it took him all his strength to keep his voice from trembling.

"As long as it's not too much, I can promise you." Song Qingshu said sincerely, and looked at the man in front of him who was his enemy and a friend.

"Be a good Emperor for me." Kangxi finally calmed down.

Song Qingshu was taken aback for a moment, he never thought that Kangxi's last words would be this, and when he was about to ask for the reason, he saw Kangxi picking up a knife on the ground with a rather defiant expression, "Hehe, I am the Son of Heaven, and those who can take my life, except for God, is only me!”

After saying that, he raised his knife and plunged it into his heart.

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