Flower Stealing Master Chapter 167

“If you keep talking like this, I can't guarantee that I won't change my mind.” Dongfang Muxue touched the light teeth marks on her face, and suddenly felt a little funny, “Are you a dog?”

“I kind of wish I were a cat.” Song Qingshu rubbed his stomach and grimaced in pain, “That way I would have nine lives.”

“Alright, kitty cat, eat your fish, I'm going to meditate to heal my injuries, don't disturb me.” Dongfang Muxue only felt a mass of heat in her body after eating the hot fish, and felt much better than before. She quickly sat down and began to meditate. Slowly gathering the scattered Qi that was wandering around in her body.

Song Qingshu took out the charred fish from the fire, and then put it into his mouth, and then began to recuperate the wounds in his body.

Nine Yin Scripture would work on the internal injuries, and the Divine Brilliance Scripture was for all the external injuries. With the two cooperating, Song Qingshu thought that he would recover in no time, but after a while, he opened his eyes in horror.

“What's wrong with you?” Feeling his abnormality, Dongfang Muxue 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 felt refreshed and energetic. Although she was still far from recovering to her peak, in case she encountered ordinary martial arts artists, it was more than enough for self-protection. She looked up to see how Song Qingshu was recovering, but was taken aback by his current appearance.

The land on which Song Qingshu sat cross-legged was covered with frost on one side, and black on the other side. At the moment, his face was bluish and red, his expression was extremely painful, and several visible air currents under his skin were scurrying around. 

Dongfang Muxue's expression turned solemn. She hurriedly came to him and began tapping his acupuncture points. After a stick of incense time, Dongfang Muxue withdrew her palm, wiped the sweat from her temples, and frowned, “What did you do?”

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and said, “At the beginning, I was greedy, and I cultivated two kinds of internal skills that are completely opposite in nature at the same time. Now I have finally suffered.”

“I noticed that there is not only a true qi that is extremely Yin and soft, but also a true qi that is just as strong as Yang. Do you really think that you are a martial arts genius who is more unique than others? How could you be so stupid enough to cultivate two kinds of True Qi? You are only bringing your own death…” Dongfang Muxue didn't know why she was so angry.  

“Of course I thought I was a martial arts genius. When the time comes, I would create my own 'Song of Ice and Fire' with ice in my left hand and blazing flame in my right hand. How magnificent would that be…” Song Qingshu talked about his thoughts with a fascinated expression. (G: I must say, that is a pretty good pun indeed!)

“Are you still in the mood to joke?” Dongfang Muxue sneered, “With my cultivation level, I only dare to practice Yin type True Qi wholeheartedly. Your great master Zhang Sanfeng is recognized in the wulin as a living legend, and even he still focuses on practicing his Pure Yang Infinite Skill. At most he dares to mix a faint power of soft Yin into his Taiji Swordplay as the external power. So why would you dare to practice two internal energies of opposite nature at the same time?”

“Could it be that there is no one in the wulin who tried to cultivate two types of True Qi, one Yin and one Yang at the same time?” Song Qingshu asked in disbelief.

“Yes, in the end, they were like you, who exploded to death while practicing.” Dongfang Muxue became more angry as she spoke, “Throughout the ages, it is said that only the Bodhidharma of the past could achieve the unity of Yin and Yang by virtue of the 'Marrow Cleansing Manual'. But, for thousands of years, no one has seen what this 'Marrow Cleansing Manual' looks like. People in the wulin speculate that the 'Marrow Cleansing Manual' is just a myth made up by the group of bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple to put gold on their faces. Anyway, I have sneaked into the Shaolin Temple's Buddhist Scripture Pavilion several times, but I have never found this book. Except for Bodhidharma, I have never heard of anyone else…” Dongfang Muxue suddenly became stunned as she spoke, as if she had thought of something.

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“Originally, I used the Ren Mai to cultivate the Divine Brilliance Scripture, and the Du Mai to run the Nine Yin Scripture, and everything was going okay without any incident.” Song Qingshu's expression was so dark that it was scary. “I didn't feel anything at first, but later I found out that the Nine Yin True Qi in my body had been eroded by the Nine Yang True Qi that had become dominant, and the balance of Yin and Yang that I had worked so hard to maintain was completely broken. Now Nine Yin True Qi is scattered throughout my meridians, and the manic Divine Brilliance True Qi is running around in my body. It is no longer in my control. So, there is always the possibility of me exploding and dying. Hehe, I really didn't expect that in just a few days, I became a waste again.” Song Qingshu laughed at himself.

As Song Qingshu was speaking, a quiet and soft melody suddenly reached his ears. It felt like a flute but not a flute, like a qin and not a qin, as if a fresh drizzle drenching the scorched soil on a hot summer day, and his restless mood slowly calmed down.

Looking up, he saw Dongfang Muxue standing on top of a big tree, her red clothes fluttering, her blue silk belt flying, and her hands were holding a leaf beside her lips.

“That tune must have been played by Miss Dongfang using leaves.” Song Qingshu thought in his heart, closed his eyes and listened carefully. The sound of the melody was like a feather fluttering in the wind, it was constant, like a person sighing softly, like the morning dew on the flower petals, and the dawn wind blowing the willow tip.

At the end of the melody, Song Qingshu suddenly felt a sense of loss, and the feeling of uncertainty and anxiousness in his heart disappeared. He watched Dongfang Muxue leisurely fly down from the tree, and asked in a daze, “What melody was that just now?”

“This melody is titled 'Clear the Dust in the Wind'. It is innocuous and peaceful, and it is the most suitable for clearing the distracting thoughts in the heart.” Dongfang Muxue looked at the slightly damaged leaf in her hand with a rather regretful expression.

“Can you teach me?” Song Qingshu heard this song when he was in a trance, and he didn't remember much of it.

“How's your musical attainments?” Dongfang Muxue gave him a deep look before answering after a while.

“Eight orifices open seven orifices, like drums in a high mountain, and voices can be heard for hundreds of miles.” Song Qingshu said with a smile. (G: a poem.)

“So you know nothing?” Dongfang Muxue looked at his face, “Then do you understand the technique of playing with leaves and the technique of changing pitch? Uh, looking at your expression, I guess you don't understand.”

Song Qingshu's face flushed red, “It's a shame that I can't learn this profound musical technique from Miss Dongfang. Please forgive me for being arrogant.”

“It's rare for you to be so polite,” Dongfang Muxue noticed that his tone was full of desolation, and immediately spoke up, “You are a man. So what if you faced a momentary setback? Why have you become so discouraged? “

“Didn't you say that no one in the wulin could achieve the unity of Yin and Yang for thousands of years? Based on your range of knowledge, if you say no, then there is really no other way…” Song Qingshu said with a sense of despair. The grand scheme that he had been planning for a long time was about to succeed step by step, but it turned into nothing overnight. How could he remain calm?

“Maybe there is another way to cure you…” For some reason, Dongfang Muxue's voice sounded a bit unnatural.

“What can I do?” Song Qingshu raised his head, a ray of hope rekindled in his eyes.

“The time is not yet ripe…” Dongfang Muxue shook her head, “You must accompany me to Yunnan at the Five Poison Cult first, and I will naturally tell you when the time comes.”

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