Flower Stealing Master

In addition to those two master-level newcomers, there were three more people in Zhao Min’s party. 

One looked like a zombie, holding a mourning stick. The other had a high nose, deep eyes, curly hair and yellow beard. He was obviously foreigner, but he was wearing a Hanfu, with pearls hanging around his neck, jade bracelets on his wrists. The other one was even more unique, with crippled legs, relying on two crutches to support his body. 

Song Qingshu recognized him as an Indian at a glance. Then he tried to remember the identities of the several people from their appearance. Not long after, he recognized who they were. They were the three heroes of Mongolia from the “The Legend of Condor Heroes”, Xiao Xiangzi, Yin Kexi and Ni Moxing. 

‘They are supposed to be Kublai’s subordinates, so why are they hanging around with the Ruyang Palace?’ Song Qingshu was confused. 

What he didn’t know was that, when he took Zhao Min hostage, it caused a great disturbance. And, with Princess Huazheng present, Monk Jinlun and the others couldn’t cover it up. The news quickly spread back to Mongolia, shocking both Kublai and the Ruyang Palace, and they sent their respective masters to rescue her one after another, so now Zhao Min was surrounded by a crowd of masters.

The old man in the green robe was Taoist Baishang, the master of the two Xuanming Elders. He had shocked the world decades ago, when he fought with Zhang Sanfeng for hundreds of rounds, and finally lost by a move. Since then, he had lived in seclusion to study martial arts. This time, since he returned to the Central Plains, he might have the intention to wash away the shame of defeat at the hands of Zhang Sanfeng.

The monk was from the Shaolin lineage of the Western Regions. He was the great master of the Vajra Sect, and the master of Ah Er and Ah San. After Ah Er and Ah San joined the Ruyang Palace, and was crushed by the masters of the Central Plains several times. Their master left the mountain himself, thinking about teaching Zhang Wuji and other masters in the Central Plains a lesson.

When Song Qingshu and Bing Xue’er walked in from the gate, Zhao Min thoughtfully looked up, noticed the masked Song Qingshu, and a trace of suspicion flashed across her face. Fortunately, Huazheng spoke something to her at the time. And while chatting, her attention was distracted, and she didn’t let her subordinates trouble him just yet.

There was also a group of people sitting in the west seat, surrounded by a circle of well-dressed warriors. In Song Qingshu’s opinion, their skills were not inferior to those of the imperial guards of the Qing Empire. A man in brocade clothes was sitting at a table in the middle. The man was about 30 years old, his features were clean and refined, with a calm temperament. However, with his heightened senses, Song Qingshu was able to immediately notice the dark desire hidden in his eyes.

Sitting next to the man were also two master-level martial artists. One was tall, dressed in white, with a high nose and deep eyes. The man had brown beard, a heroic spirit, with eyes like a sharp sword. It was none other than Song Qingshu’s old acquaintance, Ouyang Feng.

The other person had knife-like eyebrows, a goatee, and an unruly look on his face. Song Qingshu couldn’t figure out his identity, and thought that being able to sit at the same table with Ouyang Feng meant that his martial arts were not inferior to the Western Poison.

What kind of identity did this brocade-clothed man had to be guarded by two master-level martial artists? 

There were too many masters in the scene, and Song Qingshu didn’t want to cause any further troubles. However, if he chose to retreat, wouldn’t these people look down on him and make trouble for him in the future? 

Song Qingshu smiled, stretched out his hand to hold Bing Xue’er, and found a seat at the corner to sit down.

Originally, Bing Xue’er wouldn’t dare to act so intimate with Song Qingshu in front of so many people, but now that she was wearing a mask, she was much more courageous than usual. Her pretty face under the mask was already flushed red, but feeling the warmth of Song Qingshu’s palm, she quickly calmed herself down.

Sensing the tense atmosphere between the eastern and western groups, Song Qingshu leisurely drank some wine and teased Bing Xue’er beside him, making the other party very ashamed.

Although Bing Xue’er had covered her face with a mask, she had a graceful figure. The exposed skin under her mask was fairer than snow, and her red lips were rosy and attractive. 

Many men in the restaurant swallowed their saliva and wanted to go forward to take off her mask to take a look at the her face.

The man in brocade clothes took a gulp of the wine in front of him, his eyes never leaving Bing Xue’er’s soft and slender waist, as he thought in his heart, ‘It’s a pity that the current situation is very dangerous, and it’s not appropriate to make enemies everywhere, otherwise, might’ve asked my subordinates to quietly capture this little lady and take her back to my mansion. It’s a pity I can’t do that.’

On the other side, Lu Zhangke, one of the two Xuanming Elders, had always been extremely lustful, and as he followed the charming and unparalleled Zhao Min and the heroic Huazheng every day, his heart would be full of fantasies all the time. However, he was very aware of his identity, and knew that these two incomparably noble women were absolutely untouchable.

In the past, Lu Zhangke let Murong Jingyue escape because he was fascinated by Ren Yingying, and after the matter, he was reprimanded quite heavily by Zhao Min. It hadn’t been that long after that incident, so Lu Zhangke naturally didn’t dare to go after Bing Xue’er.

Glancing at Zhao Min’s beautiful figure out of the corner of his eye, Lu Zhangke secretly thought, ‘Back in Wan’an Temple, didn’t I enjoy the little prince’s most beloved Han Ji with the help of Ming Cult? Han Ji’s body is white and tender, and her taste is really unforgettable for a lifetime. Zhao Min, this little girl, you better not give me a chance, otherwise you’ll regret it all your life! I’ll be sure to put a big green hat on Zhang Wuji, and at the same time vent my hatred of being humiliated for so many years.’

Suddenly two Taoist priests ran inside the restaurant in a panic, and the elderly Taoist said to the other, “Junior Brother Yin, that Demoness’s movement technique is very good. Although we snatched two horses and took the opportunity to shake her off for a while, it won’t be long before she catches up. Let’s eat something quickly, and leave early.”

The other Taoist, had a dazed expression and a distraught look. He casually nodded, and let his senior brother pull him to sit down.

Song Qingshu frowned. 

These two Taoist’s were wearing the uniform of the Quanzhen Sect, and from their conversation, it wasn’t difficult to guess that they were Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing.

“Who is the witch they are talking about?” Song Qingshu remained calm, but he began to carefully search for a clue in his mind. ‘When it comes to Demoness’s in Jin Yong’s books, there are two most famous ones, one is Huang Rong when she was a young girl, but since Guo Jing has a good relationship with the Quanzhen Sect, Huang Rong would never make things difficult for these two. And  the other is Zhao Min who is sitting not far away. Well, it will eventually become clear, who the demoness could be. Hmmm… could it be Li Mochou?’

“Waiter, bring something delicious for us!” Zhao Zhijing shouted loudly, and then realized that the atmosphere in the restaurant was strange, and immediately lowered his voice, “Junior Brother Yin, it’s obvious that this is not a place we can stay for a long time. Let’s quickly eat.”

Yin Zhiping hummed, apparently not paying attention, but kept looking behind him.

A guard called Qianhu suddenly approached Zhao Min and Huazheng, the whispered something. 

It turned out that Temüjin had invited Qiu Chuji to meet him in the Western Regions in order to have a discussion on the art of longevity. Qiu Chuji traveled thousands of miles to the west, and brought nineteen disciples to accompany him. Yin Zhiping was the eldest disciple of his sect. 

Genghis Khan had previously sent 200 troops to protect Qiu Chuji. At that time, Qianhu was just a soldier, and he was among the two hundred people, so he knew Yin Zhiping.

A gleam of splendor bloomed in Zhao Min’s eyes. In the near future, the Ruyang Palace would replace Alibuge to deal with the Qin and the Jin Empire. The Quanzhen Sect was located in the hinterland of the Jin Empire, and it was the largest sect in the Central Plains.

In the past, Zhao Min had heard about Genghis Khan’s invitation of Qiu Chuji to go to the Western Regions. In her mind, the Quanzhen Sect had a long history with Mongolia. If she used more favors to win the Quanzhen Sect over to their side, she would definitely be able to deal with the Jin Empire with much ease in the future.

“Are the two Taoists of Quanzhen Sect?”

Zhao Min smiled sweetly and looked at the two Taoists.

Zhao Zhijing was startled, he didn’t expect this elegant and charming woman to greet him with a smile on her face. He wasn’t very good at dealing with women, so Zhao Min’s bright smile sent him into a daze, and he subconsciously said, “Exactly, this one his Zhao Zhijing, this is my junior brother Yin Zhiping.”

Yin Zhiping seemed to have lost his soul, and all his attention was on the woman who was chasing them behind them. So facing Zhao Min, he wasn’t as dazed as Zhao Zhijing.

Hearing that the two really were the chief disciples of the Quanzhen Sect and the disciples with the highest martial arts, Zhao Min smiled even more happily, and stretched out her fair hand for an invitation, “Would the two Priests come over for a glass of water and wine?”

“This…” Zhao Zhijing was obviously tempted, but thinking of how hard it was to get rid of that vicious woman, he didn’t want to stay for long, lest the other party might catch up again.

Zhao Min was quite meticulous, she was able to guess most of the matter from the hesitation on Zhao Zhijing’s face, and continued, “Is Taoist Zhao hiding from his enemies? The guards around us may not be invincible, but they are more than enough to protect the you two.”

“This little girl has such a big tone.” Ouyang Feng on the other side coldly snorted.

Zhao Min’s face turned cold, and as if the master of Vajra Sect had received a signal, he picked up a chopstick with his two fingers, exerted the force of the Vajra Finger, and flicked it towards Ouyang Feng’s face as fast as lightning!

The chopsticks were like sharp arrows as they shot forward, accompanied by the sharp sound of piercing the wind. Ouyang Feng looked solemn and was about to shoot it down, but the person beside him stretched out his palms, calmly grabbed the chopsticks in the air, and rubbed them together. 

The chopsticks became a ball of powder!

The master of the Vajra Sect was secretly startled. The chopsticks had the strength of his own Vajra Fingers, so if an ordinary expert tried to catch them forcefully, they would have a deep bloodstain on the palm of their hands.

“Brother Qiu’s Iron Palm really lives up to its reputation.” Ouyang Feng showed a strange expression, and gestured to the man, who turned out to be the famous “Iron Palm Skimming on Water” Qiu Qianren.

“I have made Brother Ouyang laugh.” Qiu Qianren smiled lightly, but became serious in his heart. His pair of iron palms broke stele and cracked stones like smashing tofu. Yet he still felt a faint pain on his palm, so the opponent’s martial arts may not be inferior to his own.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Taoist Baishang suspiciously said, “Your Excellency is The Western Poison from the Central Plains?”

Ouyang Feng lightly replied, “You have something to say?”

“If this old man hadn’t accidentally injured Zhang Sanfeng that old basta*d back then, how could you have gotten your reputation in the contest of Mount Hua?” Taoist Baishang showed contempt.

“If you don’t accept it, you can try it for yourself.” 

Ouyang Feng had been insane for many ears, and after waking up, he had regained the arrogance of the old Western Poison. Although the Taoist in front of him was not someone trivial, Ouyang Feng wasn’t afraid of him.

Song Qingshu looked at the two of them with a faux-smile, as if he didn’t take it seriously at all and continued  to watch the play. 

However, the restaurant suddenly became quiet, so he couldn’t help but follow everyone’s gaze to the door, and saw a woman with a beautiful face slowly walk in.