Even the masked man's hatred of people with the surname Song might be related to him.
Every single word was clearly directed at him.
Song Ting's mind raced, wondering who the other person might be.
He's killed too many people in the past; who knows, someone might come after him to claim his life.
He wasn't afraid of those who came after him, but if the safety of Huaixu was involved, that was a different story.
"May I ask, sir, do you remember me, Mr. Song, from before?"
The long sword was held firmly to someone's neck, yet the tone was so humble that it was impossible to find fault with it—it was truly an extremely bizarre scene.
"Of course I recognize him!" The masked man suddenly turned his head, a sharp sword slashing across his neck and drawing blood.
He seemed completely oblivious, staring fiercely at Song Ting, "Even if you turn to ashes, I will never mistake you!"
Song Ting's soft sword is made of black iron, which can cut through iron like mud and kill instantly. If it really cuts, even if the masked man had ten heads, it wouldn't be enough to take it off.
Fortunately, Song Ting reacted quickly and pulled her sword back in time. Her expression changed slightly.
"Is the master afraid of killing me? That makes sense. That beauty surnamed Chu had all her meridians severed and her tendons in her hands and feet cut off back then. If it weren't for me, she would probably have died hundreds of times over."
"If I were to die now, there would probably be no one in the world who could save him!"
Song Ting's heart suddenly tightened: "You are..."
"Who am I..." The masked man removed half of his mask, his venomous gaze piercing Song Ting. "Does Your Excellency still remember?!"
Beneath the ghost mask was a face scorched by fire, almost unrecognizable, but the other half of the face gradually overlapped with someone in Song Ting's memory.
Song Ting's pupils contracted slightly. After a long while, he finally recognized the person by searching deep in his memory:
"You were a disciple of the Medicine Sect back then..."
"You are... Yan Qingshan."
Yan Qingshan laughed mockingly. His voice was already terrifying, and coupled with that laughter and his ghostly face, he truly resembled a demon crawling out of hell, sending chills down one's spine.
Even Qi Zhou couldn't help but tighten his grip on the knife in his hand.
But Yan Qingshan's gaze remained fixed on Song Ting from beginning to end.
"My lord has a good memory; you haven't even forgotten my name. In that case, do you remember what you did to me back then?"
Remember.
Five years ago, he secretly switched the beams and pillars to rescue Chu Huaixu from the imperial prison and escorted him all the way out of Chang'an.
Huai Xu was seriously injured and fainted several times on the way, and it looked like he was about to give up.
Forced into a corner, Song Ting forcibly kidnapped a wandering healer surnamed Yan.
That person was formerly the eldest disciple of the Medicine Sect leader. He was exceptionally talented and highly accomplished in medicine, but he was unorthodox and was not tolerated by the sect.
The year he met Song Ting was less than a year after he was expelled from his sect.
Junior Brother Shi Luoxuan accompanied them.
Yan Qingshan's temperament was already very strange at that time, and no matter how much Song Ting begged, he refused to lend a helping hand.
Left with no other option, Song Ting threatened Yan Qingshan with the life of the other party's junior brother to force him to submit.
But that's all there is to it.
Even though Yan Qingshan had some grievances about Song Ting's actions back then, he didn't hate him to the point of being heartbroken.
Moreover, Huai Xu and Shi Luoxuan later became very close friends.
“Back then, I, Song, acted rashly and offended you, sir. Please forgive me.”
"Acting recklessly?" Yan Qingshan's expression was ferocious, his eye, scorched by the fire, glaring at Song Ting.
"Lord Song, you speak so lightly. A human life and an eye, in your eyes, are they only worth a word: reckless action?"
Song Ting frowned: "What do you mean by that, sir? I don't understand."
Yan Qingshan shouted sternly, "You surnamed Song, stop pretending with me!"
"Your lover was already on the verge of death back then. If it weren't for me, he would have been reincarnated somewhere by now. How could he still be alive today?"
"I was just angry, and the medical skills back then were not as good as they are now, so I was unable to completely repair those meridians."
Chu Huaixu was suffering from the torment of damaged meridians day and night, a fact that Song Ting had already learned from Chief Physician Wang.
But it was only then that he realized that Huai Xu could have avoided this suffering, and that it was all Yan Qingshan's doing.
But he knew nothing about it.
Song Ting felt extremely hateful and resentful. She grabbed Yan Qingshan's throat with one hand, her hand unconsciously tightening.
The intense feeling of suffocation rendered the man speechless, and he coughed incessantly.
But he felt no fear whatsoever; he even laughed, trying to provoke Song Ting:
"My lord, you may use more force and snap my throat."
"This is the simplest thing for adults."
But Song Ting certainly couldn't do that.
He had already learned the identity of the masked man, who had treated Huai Xu five years ago and knew Huai Xu's physical condition best.
If this person dies, it will be very difficult to find another doctor with such abilities.
"Sir, what do you mean by a human life and an eye? I don't know. Please enlighten me."
"Song Ting, how long are you going to keep pretending! If you hadn't repaid kindness with enmity and ruthlessly killed me and my junior brother, how could my junior brother have died, and how could I have become this grotesque figure?"
"Song Ting, do you dare to say you didn't know?"
At that time, Chu Huaixu's condition was extremely dangerous. Yan Qingshan worked almost non-stop for three days and three nights to save him and bring him back from the brink of death, and also repaired all the meridians in his body.
His martial arts skills were ruined and there was no way to recover, but he could walk, sit, and lie down like a normal person without any problems.
The four of them spent half a month together, and the junior brother had already regarded Chu Huaixu, who was using the alias Huai San, as a close friend. He was heartbroken for a long time when he heard the news that the two of them were leaving.
That evening, they went to great lengths to prepare a farewell feast for the two of them.
Chu Huaixu had just recovered from a serious illness and was in a low mood. He ate a few bites and went back to his room to rest.
The remaining three of them got completely drunk and made a promise to meet again someday.
When Yan Qingshan regained consciousness, he was awakened by the heat.
He opened his eyes groggily, only to find himself surrounded by a sea of fire, while his junior brother beside him had already breathed his last, a dagger stuck in his chest.
Yan Qingshan will never forget that scene: his junior brother, the person he loved most, staring wide-eyed in his direction, dying with his eyes wide open.
"At that time... I didn't care about anything else. I was foolishly worried about your safety and rushed into the fire to find the man surnamed Chu."
His voice trembled slightly: "But you two actually ran away a long time ago, you ran away a long time ago."
“This half of my face,” he pointed to himself, “was burned while I was looking for that Chu guy. Song Ting, do you dare say this has nothing to do with you?”
Song Ting knew nothing about this matter and said with a solemn face, "I, Song, am indeed completely unaware of it."
"You still want to lie to me now? If you didn't know, where were you at the time?" Yan Qingshan didn't believe Song Ting at all.
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