Fragrance Stealer

Song Qingshu's back felt chills, subconsciously took a step back, and moved a little away from her: "You are already carbonized..."

"Thank you for the compliment." Dongfang Muxue raised her eyebrows triumphantly as if she had heard the best praise. Of course, if she knew the connotation of the carbon fungus in the later generations, she might be so angry that she would tear Song Qingshu alive on the spot.

"Let's talk about your injury." Song Qingshu wisely did not continue this topic.

"Zhang Wuji is worthy of being the leader of Mingjiao, and his martial arts are indeed very high. Even if I am not injured, it will not be easy to defeat him." Dongfang Muxue inspected the situation in her body, and said solemnly: "Before I forcibly suppressed Feng Qingyang's Xiantian sword Qi, this time I was almost blown away by him again, and I no longer have the strength to suppress the previous injury, and I am afraid that I will not be able to recover within ten years."

"Ten years?" Song Qingshu exclaimed, if word got out, based on Dongfang Bubai's decades-long enmity, she would probably die at the hands of successive vengeance within a year, and said angrily, "Zhang Wuji Damn it, why did it suddenly appear in Heimuya?"

"The Ming Cult and the Sun Moon God Sect have the same origin, but I can probably guess his purpose." Dongfang Muxue said slowly.

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ps. Zongheng feels that the name of this book is a bit of a thing, so it needs to be changed...

pss. This book will be renamed "The Master of Stealing Fragrance" and moved to the category of fantasy, please bookmark and continue to support, thank you!

psss. I really didn't choose this name...

Chapter 166 You Bite Me

"You don't take one seat at a time, it sounds much more comfortable." Song Qingshu looked at her and smiled.

"You are barely a friend now, and there is nothing wrong with you and I matching each other in private." Dongfang Muxue gave him a white look, "Don't take advantage of it and act like a good boy."

"You continue..." Song Qingshu also found a stone beside him and sat down, with his hands propped behind him, half-lying on his back, intending to listen to the play.

"Speaking of which, the Sun Moon God Sect is also a branch of the Ming Sect... The first emperor of the Ming Dynasty, as well as many heroes who founded the country, were all from the Ming Sect. After the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the emperor was somewhat jealous of the Ming Sect's forces, and formulated various suppression policies. Many members of the Ming Cult returned to the main altar of the Ming Cult—the Kunlun Guangming Summit in a fit of anger, but a considerable number of people were reluctant to part with the prosperity of the Central Plains, so they moved to Heimuya, Pingding Prefecture. To avoid taboo, they changed their name to the Sun Moon God Sect..." Dongfang Muxue With a wave of his finger, several embroidery needles shot straight into the water, and there was a sudden cry.

"What are you doing?" Song Qingshu thought there was an enemy, but when he looked intently, he couldn't see anything except the sparkling water.

"I feel a little hungry. I was about to catch a few fish, but I didn't expect to hit any of them. Could it be that I'm so helpless after being injured?" Dongfang Muxue looked at her fingers in a daze.

Song Qingshu understood the reason after thinking about it for a while: "You can tell at a glance that you have never caught a fish before. Did you shoot the fish directly at the head with a needle?"

"Naturally, a needle piercing the brain also spared their pain." Dongfang Muxue nodded.

"Because of the water, the head you are aiming at is not where the fish's head is. Try shooting at their tail?" Song Qingshu suddenly felt a sense of superiority in IQ.

"Why bother!" Dongfang Muxue always felt that Song Qingshu's smile was malicious, she swung her wrist lightly, and there was a loud bang, several fish were sucked out of the water by her and thrown in front of Song Qingshu, "Go Clean them up, and I'll eat grilled fish."

"You're really being rude to me. Haven't you heard a saying that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen just to avoid more crimes?" Song Qingshu kept muttering as he looked at the fat fish that were alive and kicking.

With a flash of cold light, a few embroidery needles had already been shot into the fish's brain, and the fish that was still alive and kicking just now stopped moving, "How can a man be as indecisive as you?" Dongfang Muxue's tone was full of dissatisfaction, "Now the fish is being held I can kill the head office, go and get it!"

"I have my own set of criteria for judging." Song Qingshu smiled lightly, without making any excuses, took the fish and disemboweled it by the water, cleaned it, and knew in his heart that unless he felt it was necessary, it would rarely lead to murder.

Glancing at him with satisfaction, Dongfang Muxue continued to explain: "Because the Sun Moon God Sect was split from the Ming Sect, the Ming Sect at Guangmingding often pretends to be the head teacher, and the Sun Moon God Sect thinks that the other party has no right to intervene. Regarding internal matters, the conflicts between the two factions have never stopped in the past 200 years."

"The Ming Cult has always wanted to gain direct control over the Sun Moon God Sect, but after a hundred years of development, the Sun Moon God Sect has already become a sect that is no less powerful than the Ming Cult. Coupled with the selfishness of previous leaders, it is naturally unwilling to merge into a vassal of the Ming Cult... This time Zhang Wuji appeared in Heimuya, it seems that Ren Woxing has reached an agreement with him, in order to regain the position of leader, he actually betrayed the interests of the Sun Moon God Sect, which is really good..." Dongfang Muxue sneered again and again, obviously He was extremely dissatisfied with Ren Woxing asking outsiders to intervene.

Song Qingshu skewered the fish with a wooden stick, carefully put it on the fire and roasted it, turning it constantly, so that the flames could lick the fish occasionally to avoid being burnt by the open fire. Watching the skin gradually golden, Song Qingshu secretly swallowed , asked suspiciously: "Zhang Wuji has hundreds of thousands of disciples, and they are fighting in the Western Regions, Mongolia and Huizhou for years, so they still have the mind to make an idea of ​​a Jianghu sect?"

"Jianghu sect?" Dongfang Muxue sneered, "You are too underestimating the power of the Sun Moon God Sect. There are so many small schools and sects under the God Sect. The disciples are all over the world. There are all kinds of sects and sects. The world must discuss information. The degree of control of the beggars after the split is far inferior to my Sun Moon God Sect, and as long as I think about it, I can gather [-] elite soldiers in Heimuya in a short time..."

"Such a fork?" Song Qingshu was stunned, a slight smell came from the tip of his nose, it turned out that he was engrossed in listening just now, forgot to turn over the grilled fish, hurriedly took it off, and handed it to Dongfang Muxue.

Looking at the dark fish skin with disgust, Dongfang Muxue tore open the carbonized side with her fingertips, picked up the fresh and tender fish meat inside and put it in her mouth, she frowned immediately: "It's a bit fishy, ​​not salty..."

"Assuming this is your Chengde Palace, just order it," Song Qingshu picked up another fish and continued to grill, "When do you plan to go back to Heimuya? Count me in then, and I'll help you... ..."

"In the final analysis, isn't Zhang Wuji putting too much pressure on you?" Hearing what he said, the lines on Dongfang Muxue's face softened a lot, but her words were still extremely mean, "Think about it, if I were Zhou Zhiruo, there would be a A man with thousands of troops in his hand, who can make the situation change with every gesture of his hand, and a court eagle dog with so-so martial arts on the other side, I will naturally choose the former without hesitation, let alone that man is still an ex-lover..."

"Exposing people without revealing their faults, beating people without slapping their faces, that's enough for you." Song Qingshu looked at her depressedly.

"I just want to continue talking about what you can do to me?" Dongfang Muxue looked at him with a smug expression, "You bit me?"

"Auntie can bear it, but uncle can't bear it either!" Song Qingshu threw the fish in his hand, rushed over, held Dongfang Muxue's shoulders, and in her astonished eyes, lightly bit the greasy and translucent face .

Dongfang Muxue finally came to her senses, her face swelled red all of a sudden, she raised her foot and kicked Song Qingshu a foot away, she stood up, her whole body swelled with qi, her chest fluctuated, and she looked at him with murderous eyes.

Song Qingshu slowly got up from the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, wiped the corner of his mouth lightly, and couldn't hide the smile on his face: "I have never heard such a request since I grew up. , how can I not satisfy you?"

"How are you?" Seeing the blood hanging from the corner of Song Qingshu's mouth, Dongfang Muxue also secretly regretted it. She didn't have the slightest strength in that kick just now. If she hadn't been seriously injured today, that kick would have caused Song Qingshu to die of heartbreak... …

"I can't die yet..." Song Qingshu coughed violently, and stood his body tremblingly, with a smug look on his face, "It seems that you still don't want me to die after all."

Chapter 167 The Torment of Ice and Fire

"If you keep on talking like this, there's no guarantee that I won't change my mind." Dongfang Muxue touched the shallow teeth marks on her face, and suddenly felt a little funny, "Are you a dog?"

"I still wish I belonged to a cat." Song Qingshu rubbed his belly, grinning in pain, "Nine lives are enough."

"Little cat, eat fish quickly. I'm going to meditate to heal my wounds. Don't disturb me." After eating the hot fish, Dongfang Muxue only felt that there was more heat in her body, and she felt much better than before. Slowly gather the true qi that wanders around in the body.

Song Qingshu picked up the dark fish meat from the fire, fed it to his mouth, and then began to heal the injuries in his body.

Nine yins deal with internal injuries, and spiritual photos deal with external injuries. With the cooperation of the two, Song Qingshu thought he would recover a little soon, but after a while, he opened his eyes in horror.

"What's wrong with you?" Dongfang Muxue felt his abnormality, opened her eyes and asked.

"It's nothing, I'm healing." Song Qingshu forced a smile and closed his eyes again.

When the morning sun shone on her face, Dongfang Muxue opened her eyes. After a night of healing, she just felt refreshed. Although it is far away from recovering to the peak period, but when meeting ordinary martial arts masters, self-protection is More than enough.He looked up to see how Song Qingshu was recovering, but was taken aback by his appearance.

The lawn where Song Qingshu was sitting cross-legged was covered with a layer of frost on one side, but scorched black on the other side. At this moment, his face turned blue and red, and his expression was extremely painful. Several air currents visible to the naked eye were flying around under the skin. Dongfang Muxue looked dignified, Came to his side in a hurry, and counted the big acupuncture points. After an incense stick of time passed, Dongfang Muxue withdrew her palm, wiped the sweat from her temples, and said with a frown, "What did you do?"

Song Qingshu said with a wry smile: "At the beginning, I was greedy for a while, and practiced two kinds of internal skills with diametrically opposite natures at the same time, and now I have finally suffered."

"I noticed that there is not only a yin to softness in your body, but also a sternness to yang innocence. Do you really think that you are a unique martial arts genius or that other people in the martial arts have worked so hard?" Is it an idiot to cultivate a kind of zhenqi? Who can blame me for killing myself..." Dongfang Muxue didn't know why she was so angry.

"Of course I think I'm a martial arts genius. When the time comes when my left hand is cold and my right hand is raging flames, I will create my own 'Song of Ice and Fire'. It will be so exciting..." Song Qingshu talked about his previous thoughts , Immediately beaming.

"When is it, are you still in the mood to joke?" Dongfang Muxue sneered, "With my sister and my high level of cultivation, I only dare to concentrate on practicing femininity and true energy. Your grand master Zhang Sanfeng, the recognized Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, Isn’t he still practicing his pure yang Wuji Kungfu with no distraction, and at most he dares to incorporate feminine power into his external Taijiquan, let him practice two diametrically opposite internal forces at the same time?”

"Could it be that there is no one in the martial arts world who can practice both yin and yang qi at the same time?" Song Qingshu asked incredulously.

"Yes, in the end they are like you, practicing and exploding to death," Dongfang Muxue said more and more angrily, "Throughout the ages, it has been said that only Bodhidharma was able to achieve the unity of yin and yang by virtue of the "Marrow Washing Sutra", but For thousands of years, no one has seen what the "Washing the Marrow Sutra" looks like. People in the martial arts speculate that the "Washing the Marrow Sutra" is just a myth made up by the bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple to embellish themselves. Anyway, I I sneaked into the Buddhist scriptures pavilion of Shaolin Temple several times, but never found this book. Except for Bodhidharma, I have never heard of anyone else who can..." Dongfang Muxue was suddenly taken aback as she spoke, as if thinking of something.

"Originally, I used the Ren meridian to run the Shenzhao Jing, and the Du meridian to run the Jiuyin Zhenqi, and I lived in peace and harmony," Song Qingshu's face was so dark that it was frightening. At first, I didn’t think there was anything wrong, but later I found out that the nine yin zhenqi in my body had been eroded to pieces by his yang yang zhenqi. The balance of yin and yang that I worked so hard to maintain before was completely broken. Now the nine yin zhenqi is scattered to the eight extraordinary meridians, and the manic divine photo zhenqi is running around in the body, no longer under my control, but there is always the possibility of exploding and dying... Hehe, I really didn't expect that just now After a few days of being chic, he became a useless person again." Song Qingshu laughed at himself.

While Song Qingshu was talking, a quiet and soft sound suddenly came from his ears, like a flute but not a flute, like a qin but not a qin, like a fresh drizzle on a hot summer day, his restless mood gradually calmed down.

Looking up, Dongfang Muxue was standing on a big tree, her red dress was fluttering, her blue hair was flying, and she was holding a leaf to her lips with both hands.

"That song must have been played by an oriental girl with leaves," Song Qingshu thought, closed his eyes and listened carefully.The sound of the song is like a gossamer floating in the wind, uninterrupted, and like a person sighing softly, like the morning dew darkens the petals, and the morning breeze gently blows the willow twigs.

At the end of the song, Song Qingshu suddenly felt lost, and the feeling of boredom and nausea disappeared. He watched Dongfang Muxue flying down from the tree, and asked in a daze, "What song was that just now?"