Chapter 1406 The Dust Settles

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Huang Rong listened to the frank and obscene whistles around her, and she felt embarrassed and angry. At this time, she suddenly realized that although Song Qingshu was sometimes like this... so frivolous to her, compared to the vulgarity of these people, it seemed It feels so much better.

"Turn your face and let brother take a look." Seeing that Huang Rong had been standing still, the guard suddenly became a little dissatisfied, and walked directly in front of her.

After seeing her appearance, the guard was stunned at first, and then shocked. It turned out that although Song Qingshu's rough disguise was somewhat similar, it certainly couldn't stand the close scrutiny of someone he knew. The guard was obviously Recognizing that she was not the previous palace maid, she instantly put her hand on the waist knife and opened her mouth to subconsciously shout.

At this moment, Song Qingshu suddenly stood in front of Huang Rong and looked at him with a smile: "What happened?"

The guard was stunned, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and his hand on the hilt of the knife gradually loosened: "No... It's okay, let's go."

Song Qingshu smiled lightly and gave Huang Rong a color. The two left the courtyard one after the other. When they turned around a corridor, Song Qingshu put his arms around her waist and quickly moved around the palace with light work.

It wasn't until he came to a relatively safe place that Song Qingshu put the beauty in his arms down and said softly, "Okay, it's all right now."

Huang Rong's face turned slightly red, and she unnaturally tugged at the strands of hair that had slipped from her ears: "Did you cast the soul-moving technique just now?"

"Yeah, I don't want to confront those guards, so I have to do this." Song Qingshu shrugged.

Huang Rong was secretly shocked. At that moment, Song Qingshu controlled the mind of a guard who was highly skilled in martial arts. Compared with hers, her own soul-moving technique was really different.

"You are not allowed to cast the soul-moving technique on me in the future!" Huang Rong gave Song Qingshu a stern look, and there was an inexplicable fear in her heart.

Song Qingshu smiled and said, "It depends on the situation. If you annoy me, I will cast the soul-moving method on you, so that you will love me to the death for a lifetime. Be my slave and do something shameless in bed every day. It's not a rash thing... hey, why is it that the more you talk about it, the more emotional it becomes."

"You bastard!" Huang Rong was so angry that she grabbed the hairpin on her head and threw it at him.

Song Qingshu dodged with a flick of a flash, laughing loudly: "Okay, okay, take off the palace maid's clothes and let's go back to the main hall of the competition. By now, the winner may be decided by Kung Fu."

Huang Rong gritted her teeth, knowing that she was not out of danger yet, so she had to follow his instructions to take off the clothes of the palace maid outside, revealing the clothes of the servants she had been wearing before.

Song Qingshu stared at her for a while, then walked over to pull up her messy hair, and then took out a hat to cover her blue silk: "Well, it should be almost the same."

"Will it be recognized like this?" Huang Rong pulled the bottom brim of her hat and asked with some guilty conscience. Just now, the other person's hand touched her hair, and the feeling of that feeling is still a little palpitating.

"Don't worry, even if Brother Guo came, he wouldn't recognize you." Song Qingshu smiled, took her hand and walked in the direction of the competition hall.

Song Qingshu returned to his original appearance, because he is now a noble, that is, the guards dare not stop him, and the followers behind him will naturally not attract attention.

At this time, the competition was already in full swing, and everyone in the field was attracted, but no one noticed the arrival of Song Qingshu and the two.

After returning to his seat and sitting down, Song Qingshu arranged for Huang Rong to stand behind him, and at the same time, he whispered into the secret voice: "I'm sorry for you to stand here for a while, and when the game is over, when the civil and military officials leave the palace, I will take the opportunity to take you out. "

"Yeah." Huang Rong hummed indistinctly. Although her physical strength became weaker after pregnancy, Song Qingshu had already released the prohibition in her body. Now that she has regained her inner strength, she can stand still for a while.

Seeing that there is no problem with her, Song Qingshu's attention has just returned to the competition between the two. It can be seen that Murong Fu has already played a bit of a super level. The connection can be regarded as natural, but it is a pity that Linghu Chong's Nine Swords of Dugu is too magical. The more extraordinary Murong Fu plays, the more exquisite the Nine Swords of Dugu appear. The audience with some eyesight around them all marveled at the high swordsmanship of the two. It is rare in the world.

Han Yuzhou saw Song Qingshu coming back and said hello to him. At this time, seeing that Murong Fu was gradually forced into a state of embarrassment, he became more and more happy, and came over and whispered to Song Qingshu: "Before, I asked Tiande to show his enemy to be weak. Murong Fu's attack was like a hurricane, and that fellow Jia Sidao was very excited; now that Tiande is gradually exerting his strength, you can see his eyebrows are twisted like a Sichuan character, hahahaha, it's really heart-warming!"

Song Qingshu heard the words and looked over to Jia Sidao, and found that his face was as deep as water, and the King Beijing seemed to be explaining something to him, and he couldn't help laughing to himself. Like a road, actually happy like a child.

Han Yuzhou and Song Qingshu said a few words, then sat up straight and began to communicate with other friends in a low voice. Huang Rong took the opportunity to whisper to Song Qingshu: "Hmph, if Brother Jing is here, neither of them is his opponent."

"That's not necessarily true." Song Qingshu was noncommittal, Guo Jing should have no problem to beat Murong Fu, but Linghu Chong Dugu Nine Swords is too good, and combined with Yi Jin Jing and Susing Dafa, Guo Jing may not be able to beat him.

At this moment, there was a sound of exclamations in the field. It turned out that Linghu Chong and Murong Fu had two swords intersecting, and he chose an unexpected move angle.

Flying the long sword in the opponent's hand.

"Win!" Han Yuxiao laughed while touching his palm, and was about to stand up.

Song Qingshu frowned when he saw it: "Not necessarily!"

Han Yuzhou was startled, and asked subconsciously, "According to the information, Murong Fu is best at swordsmanship. Now that the sword is out of hand, is he still relying on him not to admit defeat?"

Song Qingshu didn't answer, just pouted and motioned for him to look at it. Han Yuxiao looked at it with doubts, and his eyes widened instantly. It turned out that after Murong Fu's long sword was hit, not only did he not look depressed at all, but his palms flew towards Linghu Chong's body to counterattack.

After Linghu Chong smashed the opponent's long sword, he originally thought the dust had settled, and he subconsciously relaxed a little. Who knew that the opponent's palm power came like a stormy sea, and the power was even higher than the swordsmanship he used before! In the haste, he was quite embarrassed. If it weren't for his extremely clever fighting instinct, I am afraid that he would have been injured by the opponent a few times.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?" Huang Rong blurted out, her eyes full of shock.

"Yes, it is indeed the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon." Song Qingshu nodded. Among the Nine Swords of Dugu, Linghu Chong was the best at breaking the sword. Now facing the same eighteen palms of subduing the dragon, he was somewhat unable to use it. downwind.

"How could he know the unique skills of my beggar gang?" Huang Rong was shocked, to know that the eighteen palms of subduing the dragon and the dog-beating stick were the secrets of the previous beggar gangs, and often only a few of the gang masters and the elders who passed the gong knew it. Gusu Murong's family really knows the martial arts of the world as rumored?

Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "I taught it."

"What did you teach?" Huang Rong was even more shocked.

Song Qingshu didn't speak anymore, but the scene of teaching Murong Fu the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon appeared in his mind. It turned out that the meridians were cut off when he first passed through, and he was finally able to change his life against the sky. Murong Fu had a lot of help in it. It's a pity that the two gradually took different paths and even began to confront each other. In order to break the kindness of the year, Song Qingshu helped Murong Fu several times, and even finally gave him the secret book of "Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon".

Seeing Song Qingshu's unfathomable appearance, Huang Rong sighed secretly. Brother Jing was a master of all skills. Among them, the most important "Jiuyin Zhenjing" and "Eighteen Palms of Subduing Dragons" were both known to Song Qingshu, but these two martial arts were not the best of Song Qingshu. Important martial arts, it can be seen how big the gap between the two sides is...

"Qingshu, do you have any problem with Tiande?" Han Yuzhou was still laughing at Jia Sidao just now, but now it was his turn with a worried expression written on his face. big.

Song Qingshu looked at it for a while and then replied, "Murong Fu's chance for victory lies in his sudden command of the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon... Wu Tiande was caught off guard, but unfortunately he failed to turn his advantage into victory. When Wu Tiande recovers, he may leave Failure is not far away.”

Hearing him say this, Han Yuzhou breathed a sigh of relief: "Since Qingshu's martial arts say this, then it must be fine."

At this time, Huang Rong was also closely watching the competition, because he was used to seeing the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms of Hong Qigong and Guo Jingshi, and when he looked at Murong Fu, he felt that something was wrong. His moves were too fast, and Too particular about the tricks of the move.

Back then, she heard her husband mention that the essence of the Eighteen Palms for Subduing Dragons lies in the power of the palms, not the tricks. Astray.

At this moment, when she heard Song Qingshu's answer to Han Yuzhou, Huang Rong had to secretly admire the other's eyesight. She had to know that she was so familiar with the Eighteen Palms of Subduing Dragon that she vaguely felt that Murong Fu was going to lose. Judging, the vision is really vicious to the extreme.

Sure enough, not long after Song Qingshu's voice fell, Linghu Chong noticed that Murongfu's palm technique began to repeat, and keenly caught the flaw, the sword in his hand was like a flying fairy from an impossible angle, and it arrived first. On Murong Fu's throat.

Murong Fu's body froze instantly, and his face instantly became extremely embarrassed. It could be said that he did it intentionally when the long sword in his hand was knocked down. Now that the key is being controlled, as long as the opponent's long sword moves forward an inch, he will splatter with blood. On the spot, even a three-year-old could see who was winning and who was losing.

"The outcome is already divided, the two of you please stop!" Zhao Gou signaled, Ding Dian, who was armed with imperial equipment, said aloud.

Linghu Chong took back his long sword when he heard the words, cupped his hands, and said, "Accept!"

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