Xiang Qing didn't really know much about these things in the martial arts world, especially since he had been hiding his identity and carrying out undercover missions in recent years, so he knew very little about the ups and downs in the martial arts world.
The reason he knew about Yan Qingshan was because he had gone to great lengths to find out.
When he made that decision, he had thought that he might need it one day, so he made preparations in advance, and he never expected that it would actually come in handy.
Therefore, he naturally didn't know what Shi Luoxuan was talking about. It was just that because of their similar circumstances, he glanced at the person beside him.
"But look, we've all pulled through and are living the life we wanted, so don't worry, Young Master Huai will definitely get better."
"Although my senior brother's words were a bit harsh, his medical skills are among the best in our sect. As for you, young master..."
Shi Luoxuan looked at him with some concern, staring at Xiang Qing's half-face that had been "burned" by the fire, and slowly said, "He must have taken some kind of Gu poison."
Xiang Qing's pupils suddenly trembled, and her gaze abruptly shot towards the other party. At the same time, her right hand subconsciously went to her waist.
"Don't be nervous." Shi Luoxuan chuckled softly. "Everyone has things they don't want to talk about. I have no intention of inquiring about your secrets, young master. I'm just curious about the Gu poison you're suffering from, which I've only heard of but never seen."
"Although this kind of Gu is considered one of the milder Gu poisons and will not cause much harm to the body, if the Gu worm stays in the body for a long time, it will be difficult to restore one's appearance. It is a pity that you have such a handsome face."
Xiang Qing did not immediately lower her guard because of his words, but stared at him for a long time.
There is no Xiang Qing whose face was disfigured by the fire in this world, only Song Ting who disguised herself and came back to Chu Huaixu's side.
But Huaixu must never know about this.
Song Ting pondered and remained wary, while Shi Luoxuan smiled gently at him.
—This person meant no harm.
His tense emotions gradually relaxed. He didn't think he could hide his actions from Shi Luoxuan, so he nodded to him and said, "I'm sorry."
"There's no need to apologize to the hero. I don't know why you're unwilling to show your true face to Young Master Huai, but sometimes you can't fool people with poison or a mask. Your eyes and actions will still betray you."
Song Ting had always thought that this junior brother was weak and uncouth, not at all like a wandering swordsman. Instead, he seemed more like a scholar in the academy who only knew classical Chinese. But what he said today shocked him greatly.
Song Ting's heart tightened, and when she spoke again, her voice was hoarse, as if she dared not guess further: "Sir, you think my young master..."
"I don't know if Young Master Huai has noticed it or not. After all, you have suffered a lot during this period, so it is very possible that you have not noticed these things."
"But as the saying goes, the bystander sees most of the game. You can't fool me and my senior brother, Xiang Daxia. I think that's why my senior brother was willing to help."
He touched his wine jug to Song Ting's and then tilted his head back to take a few gulps.
Song Ting: "Thank you."
A voice called from inside, "Junior brother, what are you wasting your breath talking to him about? Come in quickly, I missed you! Keep me company, don't stay with him, he's fierce, but he won't die!"
Shi Luoxuan smiled helplessly at him: "But senior brother, we were in the same room for several hours just a moment ago."
"I don't care, a day apart feels like three autumns. It feels like I haven't seen you for days. I miss you so much. Come in quickly."
"Besides, why are you being so nice to this guy surnamed Xiang? Be careful he doesn't pull a knife on you again if you disagree. Come in quickly, come to your senior brother's side."
"You really are..." Shi Luoxuan said with a disdainful tone, but his actions betrayed his words. He stood up while laughing, "Master Xiang, I'll head over now."
Before Shi Luoxuan even arrived, Yan Qingshan impatiently came out to greet him, pulled him into his arms, and then slammed the half-open door shut with his strength.
Song Ting remained seated at the door, sipping her drink. Before long, sounds that made one blush came from inside the house. Song Ting abruptly stood up and ran away.
An hour later, Chu Huaixu woke up. At that time, Song Ting was chopping wood outside. Hearing the noise from inside, he instinctively wanted to rush in, but then he suddenly remembered Shi Luoxuan's words, stopped in his tracks, went back inside, picked up his axe, and continued chopping wood.
"Why don't you go in?" Yan Qingshan leaned against the doorway, holding a plate of salted peanuts in his hand. He ate one peanut, spat out the skin, and spoke in a teasing tone.
Song Ting said in a muffled voice, "Go inside after you've chopped this pile of firewood."
Yan Qingshan sneered, "Alright, stop pretending. If you want to see, go in. Don't take it out on our axe. If it breaks, we'll have to buy a new one. Are you going to pay for it?"
"I'll give it to you." Song Ting tossed him a money bag. "Is this enough?"
Yan Qingshan opened it and said, "Tsk, he really is a young master from a wealthy family. If this money were put in Feihua Tower, it would be enough to buy the life of the martial arts alliance leader's son."
He smugly weighed the money pouch in his hand, unusually generous for once, "Then go ahead and cut it, cut it however you like, but don't blame me for not warning you, the one inside is looking for you as soon as it wakes up."
Just as Song Tingyi swung his axe, he suddenly heard these words, and his arm jerked violently, causing him to miss the mark, with half of the axe splitting directly into the mud.
"Oh dear, I really... I thought it was an earthquake..." Yan Qingshan said, still shaken.
As soon as Song Ting let go, he disappeared without a trace.
Chu Huaixu was leaning against the headboard talking to Shi Luoxuan with a calm expression. When he saw Song Ting come in, he immediately stopped talking and said to him, "Brother Xiang."
"How are you feeling today?" Song Ting walked over, restraining herself. "What would you like to eat? I'll get it for you."
"It's alright," Chu Huaixu said. "But there's no need to trouble yourself. I just had some porridge and don't really want to eat anything else."
Song Ting nodded, remaining standing. Chu Huaixu looked up at him, his expression somewhat puzzled: "Brother Xiang, is something on your mind?"
"No," Song Ting said dryly.
Chu Huaixu's expression was even stranger. But he had just woken up and was still weak. Song heard that he looked unwell, so she helped him lie down and said, "Sleep a little longer."
Just as he was about to let go, Chu Huaixu grabbed his hand: "Brother Xiang."
"Um?"
"Master Yan said that tomorrow is the last day. If all goes well, I will be able to stand up tomorrow."
"Um."
"Brother Xiang," Chu Huaixu gazed intently at him, "I'm so grateful for your care these past few days. If possible, tomorrow... could you please remove your mask and let me see you?"
Song Ting's body tensed up suddenly: "I am ugly and I'm afraid I will frighten you, young master."
“How could that be?” Chu Huaixu said righteously and sternly, “If I were someone who judges people by their appearance, then Brother Xiang would not have needed to save me that day.”
Song Ting: "..."
"Brother Xiang?" Chu Huaixu looked disappointed. "Brother Xiang doesn't want to see me? If that's the case, then I—"
“Alright.” Song Ting felt that she could never refuse any request from this person, and she couldn’t bear to see him disappointed or sad. “When you stand up tomorrow, I will take off my mask and meet you.”
Chu Huaixu gave a weak laugh: "Okay."
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