Chapter Twelve: Relations Ease

  After Song Yuanqiao finished answering Song Qingchu's questions, two hours had passed and there was no one else in the Zi Xuan Palace except for the disciples on duty.

  Song Qing shook his head with a lingering sense of regret, flexing his limbs. He muttered to himself, "So this is what they mean by 'having heard it in the morning and dying in the evening'!"

  In fact, Song Qingchu was originally considered a martial arts prodigy, otherwise he would not have obtained the "Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms" and become one of the top masters in the world.

  Song Qing Shu, although he inherited Song Qing's memories and was not a foolish person himself, the martial arts had already become a legend in his previous life. As a result, when Song Qing cultivated it, he only knew how to do it but didn't know the underlying principles.

  Today, with the transmission of Song Yuanqiao's teachings to dispel doubts, it has become different. Now, Song Qingchu can be said to have fully and completely integrated into this world, perfectly merging everything that was originally Song Qingchu.

  Song Qing's unspoken regret was for 'hearing it early, and dying in the evening', lamenting the subtlety of martial arts, but in Song Yuanqiao's eyes, it wasn't that way. Instead, he secretly blamed himself, "Was I really too neglectful of Qing Shu as a child? Even such basic things, knowing them afterwards was so exciting." At the same time, he thought about some common sense questions that Song Qing had just asked, if he didn't know these, he would easily get carried away and his heart couldn't help but feel another wave of fear.

  So Song Yuanqiao and his wife said to Song Qing, "Qing, from now on if there's anything you don't understand, be sure to ask your father in time. Don't act rashly, or else you might accidentally go astray."

  "Yes, I know." Song Qing Shu looked at Song Yuan Qiao's concerned eyes and was also secretly moved in her heart. Although Song Yuan Qiao had been strict with Song Qing Shu before, he was after all her own father.

  "En, you can go." Song Yuanqiao nodded in satisfaction and patted Song Qing's shoulder, just about to leave.

  "By the way, yesterday was chaotic and I forgot to ask you." Just then, Song Yuanqiao, who had already prepared to leave, suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around and asked, "How did you know the secrets of the Reclining Heaven Sword and the Dragon Slaying Knife?"

  It's not just Song Yuanqiao, but the entire Wudang sect is shocked as to how Song Qingchu knew the secrets of Yitian Sword and Tulong Knife. After all, Song Qingchu has never been to Wudang Mountain since birth, so where did he learn this secret that no one in the world knows?

  As for Song Yuanqiao's question, Song Qing had already thought it through and had his reasons ready when he first brought it up.

  So, Song Qing said calmly, "Father, do you still remember the iron arhat that Master Taishifu gave me back then?"

  "'Iron-cast Arhat?' Song Yuqiao furrowed his brow, thinking for a long time before hesitantly asking, 'Could it be the iron-cast Arhat that Guo Xiang, the founder of Mount Emei Sect, gave to our Master?'"

  "It's true." Song Qing Shu nodded, "That year I accidentally touched the mechanism on the iron-cast Arhat, and it turned out that this iron-cast Arhat was actually a hidden book container, which recorded the secrets of the Yitian Sword and the Tulong Knife. At that time, I was young and ignorant, thinking I had ruined it, fearing my father's punishment, I hid the iron-cast Arhat somewhere."

  "So that's how it is." Song Yuanqiao nodded understandingly, "The founder of the Emei Sect, Guo Xiang, was the daughter of the great hero Guo Jing and his wife Huang Rong. The iron-cast Arhat he gave to his master must have been intentionally given by Guo Jing and Huang Rong back then, but he himself didn't know about it. His master at that time thought it was just a token from a friend, so he didn't study it carefully, which turned out to be beneficial for you."

  "It's all because of cause and effect. It was actually the unintentional move by Taishi Fu back then that saved Wudang today." Song Qing said with a smile.

  "All right, you can go down now." Song Yuanqiao nodded and turned to head towards Zhang Sanfeng's room, presumably to visit Zhang Wuji.

  After leaving Zixiao Palace, it was almost noon. Song Qingchu first returned to his own room to wash up. After washing up, he didn't stay for long and headed to the dining hall for lunch.

  After hastily finishing lunch, Song Qingyu bid farewell to his fellow junior brothers at the same table and returned to his own room.

  In Song Qing's original memory, except for being on duty or having something special happen, after eating breakfast, there was basically nothing to do, and it was his own free time. Usually, Song Qing would rest for a while before practicing his skills, either reading scriptures or practicing martial arts.

  Song Qing entered the door at the age of six and became a disciple under Song Yuanqiao. It has been six or seven years since then. Now, he has reviewed his knowledge with Song Yuanqiao again, and the skills he learned from Master Song are basically mastered. What's left is his own cultivation and practice. After all, "the master leads you into the door, and the rest is up to yourself". At this time, there is no need to ask the master for guidance every day. Only when encountering a bottleneck in martial arts training will he go to ask for advice, so usually, the remaining time each day is just self-cultivation and skill research.

  But now, Song Qing is no longer the original Song Qing. And he just arrived, these two days are also a busy autumn, and there is no time to calm down and sort out his thoughts and analyze the current situation.

  It's not easy to have some free time, so Song Qing didn't follow his usual routine of reading or practicing martial arts. Instead, he used this time to lie on the bed and think carefully about his current situation and future plans.

  Song Qingchu didn't know why he had crossed over into the world of The Legend of the Condor Hero, nor did he know why he became Song Qingchu. But as they say, 'in the midst of obscurity, there is a predetermined fate', and thinking about it was useless anyway.

  Since you are here, make yourself at home. Everything will be all right as long as we cope with things as they come along.

  Of course, he has thought about leaving this place, but as the saying goes, every Chinese person has a martial arts dream in their heart. Having finally arrived here, it's hard to leave with a sense of regret. Firstly, if it were that easy to leave, wouldn't the world be in chaos?

  After recognizing the situation and accepting the fact that she had become Song Qingchu, Song Qingchu actually started to look forward to it a bit. For those men who grew up watching martial arts, which one of them didn't have some kind of martial arts dream?

  Now that he has crossed over into this colorful and vibrant world of martial arts, Song Qingchu naturally had expectations. He thought about the legendary divine art that originally only existed in his fantasies, the thrilling and blood-boiling Jianghu Wulin, the various heroes and chivalrous men, eccentric and extraordinary individuals, heroic beauties, and even those villainous scoundrels who were either sinister and cunning or rough and amusing...

  That's the dream of youth!

  Now, he can finally get in touch with all of them. However, it's a pity that he crossed over into someone else's body, and unexpectedly became Song Qingchu. What a rare opportunity, if only he hadn't crossed over into Zhang Wuji's body, or even better, not into Song Qingchu's body!