Chapter Sixty: A Dark and Windy Night

  "But none of these are things one needs to pay attention to, as long as they don't shift their attention to oneself. Whether they're hypocrites or genuine scoundrels, what does it have to do with oneself?"

  Having figured this out, Song Qing felt much lighter all of a sudden.

  Push open the window and look outside. The night scene in the mountains is exceptionally quiet and peaceful. The mountain wind seems to be dancing with an invisible, yet beautiful figure that comes from all directions, gently caressing the surroundings. Bringing a refreshing, cool, and fragrant breath of air.

  Closing the window, Song Qing Shu let out a yawn and fell onto the bed, soon falling into a deep sleep.

  The moon was covered by a mass of dark clouds at some point, the pitch-black night highlighted the quietness of the night, and the quiet night was destined to be a sleepless night.

  "Dong, dong, dong." It was already the third watch, and the servant who had been making his rounds had just left when a black shadow appeared outside the wall of the west wing. With a light leap, it entered the courtyard and hid behind a tree.

  After a while, it seemed to have confirmed that no one was there. The black shadow jumped down from the tree and came to the window. It moistened its hand with saliva and lightly touched the window. Looking inside through the gap, Song Qing was already fast asleep on the bed.

  Hei Ying nodded silently, although he had already confirmed that Song Qing was resting, but to be on the safe side, Hei Ying still pulled out a bamboo tube from his bosom and blew a stream of green smoke into the room through the gap.

  He waited for a moment, and instead of entering through the front door, he quietly opened the window and climbed in.

  After entering the house, Hei Ying didn't go to see how Song Qing was doing, but instead went straight to the desk in front of the bed. He picked up the three-foot green sword placed on it. Although his face was covered with a black shadow, from his trembling body and the sparkling eyes, one could tell that he was excited at this moment.

  Although excited, the black shadow apparently did not forget its original intention. Since it had already gotten what it wanted, the black shadow left without lingering and turned back to leave by the same route. It carefully exited the west wing room.

  Unfortunately, he didn't know that just as he carefully left the west wing, a figure had quietly followed him.

  Who else could it be if not Song Qing Shu? It turned out that although Song Qing Shu had already fallen asleep, as a martial artist, he still maintained his vigilance and hadn't relaxed at all. So when the black shadow just arrived at the window, Song Qing Shu was actually already awake.

  But Song Qingyu did not make a sound, he wanted to see who was visiting in the middle of the night and what they were after.

  After all, as the saying goes, "it's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow shot from behind", such a person hiding behind is really difficult to trust.

  At the same time, Song Qing also sealed his breath with internal energy, so as to prevent the enemy from releasing any poisonous smoke that might affect him.

  Then the dark shadow released a dizzying gaze, and Song Qing Shu felt a wave of relief.

  After the dark shadow entered the house, Song Qing's whole body was tense, ready to strike at any moment.

  Unfortunately, the black shadow entered the house and didn't even glance at himself, directly taking away the three-foot green sword on the table.

  This shocked Song Qing deeply. The three-foot green sword was a divine weapon, but it was little known to the world. Unexpectedly, someone came to steal it in the middle of the night just after he had mentioned it to someone. It was indeed very interesting. At this time, Song Qing didn't have any worries and didn't want to make a rash move. He wanted to see what the thief was going to do next. So he followed quietly.

  That black figure was apparently very familiar with Zhu Wu's Linked Ring Village, and all the way, he completely avoided the patrolling servants. He safely exited Zhu's village without any surprises or dangers.

  It wasn't until then that the black shadow finally let out a long sigh. Then, using his lightness skill, he quickly arrived at a nearby house not far from the mountain villa.

  There is no continuous building of Lianhuazhuang's buildings, only a two-story courtyard.

  The black shadow came into the courtyard and went straight to the main house. After entering the main house, the black shadow lit up the lamp and took off a night-traveling garment.

  Song Qing stepped quietly to the window, flew up onto the roof, carefully lifted a tile, and looked inside. But what he saw was something that made Song Qing's jaw drop in shock.

  You asked why, it turned out that the person inside the house was none other than the black shadow from before, who was actually Zhu Changling's nephew and Wu Lie's eldest disciple, Wei Bi, who had just shared a table with him for drinks tonight.

  Wei Wei obviously didn't know that Song Qing was just outside the house. He thought he had already succeeded and everything was settled.

  At this time, standing indoors, carefully drew out the three-foot green sword, lovingly stroking it, as if it were not a sword, but a peerless beauty, making Song Qing look chilled to the bone.

  "Haha, it's really 'traversing the iron shoes without a place to find, getting everything without effort'. The divine weapon that Father searched for in vain was actually found by me, it seems that heaven has destined me, Wei Bi, not to be ordinary all my life." Wei Bi muttered to himself.

  It took a while to come back to his senses, and he walked to the wardrobe on one side. Wei Wei suppressed the excitement in his heart, and gently patted each of the four corners of the wardrobe, then struck a blow at the center.

  In an instant, there were only a few loud noises of "Boom, boom, boom", and in the midst of Song Qing's astonishment and Wei Wei's excited gaze, the wardrobe slid open, revealing a small hole, inside which was placed an iron box.

  Wei Wei carefully took out the iron box and placed it on the table.

  At this time, Wei Bi could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart. Fortunately, he knew that this place was not too far from Lian Huan Zhuang, and it was already evening, so there was no loud laughter, but even so, a "heh heh" laugh still escaped.

  "Haha, with this iron box, what's the use of One Yang Finger, Lan Hua Fu Xue Shou? Everything is just a fleeting cloud." Wearing the iron box, Wei Bi muttered to himself. "When the time comes, Zhu Jiu Zhen and Wu Qingying will be caught easily."

  "As for Song Qingyu, it will be easy to take care of her with just a flip of the palm."

  "Heh heh, is that so?" Just as Wei Bei was getting carried away, a sudden voice was like a splash of cold water that shocked him awake. "Who? Who is it?"

  "Heh heh, Brother Wei is talking about me?" Just then a voice came from behind Wei Bei, and Wei Bei almost subconsciously turned around. What greeted him was a white jade-like finger. But in that instant, his acupoint was sealed.

  Wei Wei was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the person in front of him, and his eyes widened in shock as he blurted out, "Song Qing Shu, is that you?"

  "Not bad, right below." Song Qing Shu smiled and said, "Brother Wei is quite surprised?"

  Wei Wei was indeed someone who could pick up and put down, and in a short while, he had adjusted his emotions. He said, "I'm really surprised, Brother Song, how did you know it was me?"

  "I didn't know it was you, Wei brother." Song Qing Shu shook his head and said, "I just wanted to see what this thief who stole the sword was going to do, I was just curious. But I didn't expect it to be you, Wei brother, it's really unexpected."