Chapter - 410 Being Driven Mad By Unredressed Mongol Injustice (10) (2/2)

Zhang Wuji had prepared another piece of ice in his hand, ready to be flicked toward Chen Youliang. Zhao Min touched his arm and shook his hand. Zhang Wuji turned around to look at her. Zhao Min placed her own left palm on her ear, and then pointed her finger toward Song Qingshu. Her meaning was clear, she wanted to listen to what they were going to say.

”Surnamed Song,” they heard Zhang Bo Longtou indignantly said, ”You sneaked out in the middle of the night, what is your intention? Are you going to leak our secret by telling your father?” In his hand was a purple-gold eight-trigram [ba gua] saber, which he brandished above Song Qingshu's head, ready to be chopped down.

Hearing the wind the Ba Gua saber produced, Song Yuanqiao was concerned over his beloved son's safety; he grew exceedingly anxious. Zhang Wuji happened to turn his head around and saw the anxious look on his face, which very soon turned into a pleading look. Zhang Wuji nodded his head, meaning, ”Don't worry, I will in no way let Song Dage suffer any harm.” While thinking in his heart, ”The love parents have for their children is very profound [lit. as high as the sky, as thick as the earth]. Da Shibo [first martial (older) uncle] is very angry with me; if he could, he would chop me into thousand pieces, yet as he sees Song Dage is facing a danger, he immediately asks me for help. If it was Da Shibo himself who is facing a danger, as a brave warrior, he would never show any weakness by asking somebody else's help.” Almost instantly he also thought that Song Qingshu was very fortunate to have people who cherished and showed loving care to him, while he was an orphan without any parents' love.

He heard Song Qingshu reply, ”I am not about to tell my Father.”

Zhang Bo Longtou said, ”Bangzhu [Clan Leader] ordered you to come with me to Mount Changbai to pick some medicine, why are you disobeying the order by leaving?”

”You were also born from your parents,” Song Qingshu said, ”You want me to harm my own father, how can my heart endure it? I refuse to do this beastly act.”

In a stern voice Zhang Bo Longtou said, ”You have made up your mind to defy Bangzhu's order, then? Do you know what punishment we impart to those who revolt against the Clan?”

”I am a criminal in this world,” Song Qingshu replied, ”I do not hope to be alive. In these past few days, as soon as I closed my eyes, I saw Mo Qishu come to demand my life. His ghost does not want to go away, it keeps entangling me. Zhang Bo Longtou, please just chop me dead, I will be very grateful to you.”

Zhang Bo Longtou lifted his Ba Gua Saber high, and shouted, ”Very well! I will help you!”

”Longtou Dage,” Chen Youliang stopped him, ”If Song Xiongdi is not willing, killing him won't do us any good. Let's just let him go.”

”Are you saying we should let him go in just like that?” Zhang Bo Longtou was surprised.

”That's right,” Chen Youliang said, ”He has killed his own martial uncle Mo Shenggu, there will be people from his own Sect who'd kill him. This kind of injustice involves a sinful disciple's blood, do not defile our chivalrous weapons.”

At the Mi Le Temple, Zhang Wuji had heard Chen Youliang bringing up Mo Shenggu's name to Song Qingshu, he said something about 'a junior defying his senior'. At that time, Zhang Wuji suspected that Song Qingshu had offended his martial uncle, but never in his wildest imagination Zhang Wuji would guess that Mo Shenggu died under Song Qingshu's hands. Although Song Yuanqiao and the others were hidden behind a large rock, they were able to hear Song Qingshu clearly; they were all greatly shocked. Zhao Min was the only one who had guessed about 30% of the story; a smile of disdain appeared on the corners of her mouth.

”Chen Dage,” they heard Song Qingshu's trembling voice, ”You have given me a heavy oath that you will never divulge this secret. How can my father find out as long as you do not say anything?”