Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 316: A night in the forest

"No way!" Zhao Min raised her brows and resolutely refused.

"It's through the clothes…" Song Qingshu said with a headache, "Besides, I won’t even be able to touch that much."

Seeing Zhao Min still sitting there in silence, Song Qingshu teased, "I know what you are worried about, don't worry, only you, me and the heavens will know about this matter, and I won't tell Zhang Wuji."

Zhao Min laughed angrily at him, and looked up at him speechlessly, "Of course it's not because of that."

"So you don’t want us to touch each other?" Song Qingshu asked.

"En." After a long time, Zhao Min let out an imperceptible hum. (G: En means Yes.)

"Didn't I carry you out of the inn just now? Anyway, I won’t bother to argue anymore." Song Qingshu didn't care about Zhao Min's protest, and he held her up.

Surrounded by a masculine breath, Zhao Min felt her hairs stand on end. She struggled a few times, but it didn't work at all. Instead, the contact and friction with Song Qingshu's body made her blush and she quickly calmed down.

Song Qingshu felt that the beautiful woman in his arm was soft as if boneless, and couldn't help but wonder, "The princess was born in the grassland, and has a bountiful and graceful figure. But I didn't expect you to be as light as a Jiangnan woman."

"Have you hugged many Jiangnan women?" As soon as the words finished, Zhao Min secretly regretted that this kind of conversation was too much like flirting between lovers.

No matter how thick-skinned Song Qingshu was, he couldn't brag about how he was with other women in front of another woman, so he only showed an awkward smile.

The two fell into silence. Suddenly, Zhao Min saw Song Qingshu's toes lightly tough the ground, and the two of them moved tens of feet ahead. She couldn't help but turn pale and said, "Your movement…"

"Why, it's not bad, right?" Song Qingshu looked down at her and smiled, showing off a row of white teeth.

Zhao Min avoided his gaze with a rather complicated expression, and murmured, "Not only is it good, in terms of the movement speed alone, it surpasses the most outstanding masters such as the Green Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao and Zhang… Zhang Wuji. I have seen quite a few masters, although Wei Yixiao is fast enough, his internal strength is limited, so he can’t last long; Zhang… Zhang Wuji's movement technique is also very good, but he wins only because of the continuous internal strength of the Nine Yang Divine Art, so he excels in terms of endurance. "

"However, not only are you really fast, but you also have a strong internal strength. You are able to run a long distance for longer period of time, so they should be inferior to you." After Zhao Min finished speaking, she was filled with emotion. There was a saying that such a man should be treated with admiration for three days, and Song Qingshu perfectly fit for that sentence. (G: lost in translation.)

"Being able to beat Zhang Wuji once in the mind of the Princess is really worthy of the hardships of the past." Song Qingshu said in a teasing tone. Then he thought back to the past, when he would also admire the movement techniques of the existences at Dongfang Bubai's level.

Zhao Min's expression darkened, and she didn't have the mood to answer any more. In addition, her body was weak after the serious injury, and she soon fell into a deep sleep.

As night fell gradually, feeling Zhao Min's body trembling in his arms in her sleep, Song Qingshu soon realized that he was running too fast, caused her to shiver due to the oncoming cold wind. He quickly infused a burst of True Qiinto Zhao Min's body. Dazedly aware of a warm current entering her body, Zhao Min let out a sweet humming in comfort.

When Zhao Min woke up and found herself sleeping next to a fire, her first reaction was to lower her head to check her clothes, and only when she confirmed that they were intact did she let out a sigh of relief.

Noticing Song Qingshu's coat, that was currently on the ground, Zhao Min was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect the other party to be so considerate towards her.

"Don't be moved. If the wind and cold entered your body at this time and you died, and I would have no one to fulfil the conditions you promised me, so wouldn't it be a big loss for me?" Song Qingshu, who was sitting not far away, could sense everything even though his eyes were closed.

"Being passionate." Zhao Min snorted, but didn't say any other harsh words. She supported herself with her hands and struggled to sit up. That accidentally affected the injury on her back, and she couldn't help but let out a pained moan as she frowned.

"How are you?" Song Qingshu opened his eyes, and was about to get up and go over to have a look, but immediately realized that the other party might not appreciate it, so he didn't get up.

"Where are we now?" Zhao Min looked around. The two of them were in a forest, and everywhere was pitch black. Thinking that they were the only two people here, a man and a woman, she subconsciously felt afraid.

"It's only twenty or thirty miles away from the closest city. I saw that it was getting late, and the city gate must have been closed. So, to avoid unnecessary trouble, I didn't continue onwards." Song Qingshu said.

Zhao Min covered her chest and looked at him suspiciously, "Can a mere city wall stop you?"

"Of course it can’t, but I'm afraid your injury would be affected by the movement." Song Qingshu hesitated and explained.

Zhao Min's lips parted slightly, but she didn't say anything in the end, but there was still a warm feeling in her heart.

"Let's go into the city at dawn tomorrow, but your appearance is a problem. Even a fool can see that you are disguised as a man, since you are so pretty. I am worried that the soldiers guarding the gate will have evil thoughts about you." Song Qingshu said with quite the bit of schadenfreude.

"At that time, whoever dares to be unreasonable towards me, you will kill him for me." Zhao Min's pretty face turned cold, and she didn't care about the lives of these ordinary people at all.

Song Qingshu shook his head, "Unless necessary, I will not kill people."

"Then what about the matter of Wudang’s Mo Shenggu?" Zhao Min sneered, the reason why she hated Song Qingshu so much was largely because Song Qingshu killed Mo Shenggu in the past, causing her and Zhang Wuji to be misunderstood by Song Yuanqiao and the others.

Song Qingshu remained silent for a while, before he opened his mouth and said, "It’s precisely because of the horrific mistakes I made in the past that I learned from the pain and made an oath not to kill casually. Didn't you see that the sword I use is a wooden sword?"

Hearing what he said, most of Zhao Min's dislike towards him disappeared, instead, she felt a tinge of admiration from the bottom of her heart, "Knowing your mistakes can make you better, I am very curious now, what kind of encounters can make you change so much. You seem like an entirely different person."

"When your meridians are destroyed, all your relatives and lovers in the world have left you, and there is no hope for the future, it is difficult for you to remain unchanged." Song Qingshu's voice turned extremely cold when he thought of the despair he felt on Mount Shaoshi just after he traveled to this world.

Although Song Qingshu didn't go into details, Zhao Min could still imagine the hardships he must have encountered in the Wulin, and let out a sigh, "It's a pity that Brother Wuji couldn't save you at the beginning, otherwise you wouldn't have to suffer so much later."

"Zhang Wuji?" Song Qingshu sneered.

"I know that because of Zhou Zhiruo's affairs, you have always hated him. But at the beginning, he wanted to save you regardless of the grievances between you. It's fine if you don't appreciate him. Why do you have to blame him?" Feeling his strong hostility towards Zhang Wuji, although Zhao Min had temporarily fallen out with him, she still felt a little unhappy.

"He wanted to rescue me?" Song Qingshu snorted, but he couldn't be bothered to speak ill of Zhang Wuji in front of Zhao Min, so he didn't tell her the truth. “You’ll know one day."

Zhao Min wanted to say something, but recalling something, she suddenly became silent. She was an extremely smart person, and she felt very upset at his intended meaning. When she touched some key issues about the past matters, she subconsciously diverted her attention and didn't want to think more about it.

Instead, she chose to think about the matter of Song Qingshu's wooden sword he mentioned just now. Recalling the elegance of Song Qingshu's swordsmanship in the inn, she couldn't help but look at him with curiosity, "Can your Wooden Sword really hurt people?"

"The key to injuring the enemy depends on the person holding the sword, not the sword itself." Song Qingshu lightly said.

"Can I have a look at your Wooden Sword?" Zhao Min asked softly, unable to hide her curiosity.

"Then can I have a look at your bellyband?" Song Qingshu asked back.

"You!" Zhao Min's face turned red, her almond eyes widened, and she glared at Song Qingshu, "What do you mean!"

"It's nothing interesting. It's just some culture of the people in the Wulin. Unique weapons are related to one’s life and wellbeing. How can you show them so easily? It's just like your bellyband, which can’t be easily shown to others." Song Qingshu explained.

"Pretentious words." Zhao Min snorted unhappily, "I'm afraid you found a blacksmith to make a sword, then painted a layer of wooden lacquer on the surface, and then announced that you use a Wooden Sword, bragging about it."

Although Zhao Min's cheeks were pale due to serious injuries, but at the moment her expression was full of hope and she looked extremely charming under the light of the fire.

Song Qingshu sighed, "The Princess just wants to see my sword, so why bother saying something like this on purpose to provoke me?"

As soon as the words were finished, he stretched out his hand and waved, the Wooden Sword flew out from his sleeve, and stuck on the ground in front of Zhao Min's eyes.

Zhao Min secretly praised his exquisite control of strength, quickly stretched out her hand, and carefully touched the Wooden Sword. Under the reflection of the fire, her slender fingers seemed extremely white and crystal clear, as if they were transparent.

Seeing Zhao Min's delicate and naive appearance as she handles the sword, Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing and said, "Don't worry, it's a wooden sword, even if you swipe your neck with it, it won't harm even a layer of skin."

Zhao Min blushed, and grabbed the Wooden Sword, "I'm not that stupid."

Her fingertips brushed the sword lightly, and a look of surprise appeared on his face, "It really is just a wooden sword!"

Song Qingshu spread his hands, "Now that you believe it, give it back."

"No!" Zhao Min subconsciously put the Wooden Sword behind her back, and wrinkled her nose, "Tell me how an ordinary wooden sword can hurt people first?"

The longing in her voice couldn't be concealed. Growing up among masters, Zhao Min had seen many kinds of strange martial arts, but Song Qingshu's Wooden Sword made her feel really curious.

"At the beginning when you mobilized the army and planned to wash Wudang Mountain with blood, it's not that you haven't seen Zhang Wuji use a wooden sword." Song Qingshu said speechlessly.

"He was relying on his deep internal strength of the Nine Yang Divine Art, and Zhang Sanfeng's immortal Taiji Swordplay, in my opinion, its not that unique." Zhao Min just finished cursing, and suddenly remembered that the person in front of her also used to be a member of the Wudang Sect, and couldn't help but feel guilty. So she bit her tongue.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I have already been expelled from Wudang…" Song Qingshu smiled knowingly when he saw her sudden charming expression, "Why do you think Taiji Swordplay is nothing unique?"

Just as Zhao Min was about to speak, she suddenly noticed that Song Qingshu's expression changed. He looked at the road not far away, and said in a deep voice, "People are coming in this direction, and there are quite a few of them."

Goblin: I have a terrible headache!

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