Chapter 146 Sleeping Beauty

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The moon is dark and the wind is high.

Song Qingshu was standing on a mountain in black clothes, letting the cold wind blow all over his body in the middle of the night, staring intently at Sansheng Nunnery in the valley in the distance.

Guessing that the people inside had already fallen asleep, Song Qingshu jumped up, his body fluttering in the wind, and when he was exhausted, he stepped on the leaves and lightly stepped on the leaves, and his figure could jump forward several meters.

When he quietly turned into the Sansheng Nunnery, looked back at the distance he had traveled all the way, and sighed sincerely, "Treading on the sand without a trace really can be called the No. 1 Qinggong in the world."

Looking around, he found that no one was disturbed, Song Qingshu showed a satisfied smile, continued to hide his figure, and went all the way to Chen Yuanyuan's room.

"The windows of the ancients can't prevent thieves or peeps. I really don't know what's the use of them." Song Qingshu stared at the paper window in front of him, dared to be speechless, and quickly learned the tricks on the TV. , Gently poked, he pierced the window paper without a sound, and moved his eyes to look inside.

The room was dark, and when I vaguely saw two people lying on the bed, Song Qingshu felt very disappointed: "Could it be Chen Yuanyuan and her adulterer? Although this woman is pitiful, she is not a virtuous woman herself, and many times it is really her own fault. ."

He sighed and sighed, but he still remembered the purpose of the trip. Song Qingshu opened the window and jumped in gently. As soon as he landed, he saw someone on the bed turning over with emotion. Pedaling, the person rushed over like a sharp arrow, and clicked the two sleeping points on the bed between the electric light and flint, and then secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Song Qingshu was taken aback by the soft touch from his fingertips, and he looked down by the faint moonlight.

Under the layers of gauze on the ancient flower sandalwood bed, most of the quilt slipped off of a young girl's body, revealing a moon-white silk tube top, and three thousand blue silks were laid on it as softly as water, reflecting the skin of Sai Xue. The long eyelashes in his sleep trembled slightly with each breath, and when he saw the pretty face clearly, Song Qingshu suddenly realized: "So the other person is Ake."

Picking up a corner of the quilt, Song Qingshu gently covered her while muttering to himself: "Sin, I'm only here for the "Forty-two Chapters", I really didn't mean to take advantage of you. Now the weather is getting colder, Cover you with a quilt to prevent the cold from entering your body, and just make apology for my offense this time."

After covering it up, Song Qingshu turned his head to prepare to inspect where the "Forty-two Chapters of the Classics" was placed. "Where's Eidi Niang!" Song Qingshu's nose bleed was almost prevented by the beautiful scenery that caught his eye.

It can be seen that Chen Yuanyuan's graceful and graceful figure is lying down, and under the hazy gauze, her body is looming. The snow-colored twin peaks stood upright, and the gauze could not hide their highness. His brows were like a crescent moon, curved like a willow leaf, and he lay there with a peaceful expression. The red lips are red without a point, and the willow eyebrows are not drawn, and it really deserves to be a red face that can make a man angry with the crown.

"Wenjun has a beautiful beauty in white jade, carved with skillful hands, and I yearn for it. Tonight is right, and I should come to the moon to get it." For some reason, the appearance of the robber Chu Liuxiang suddenly appeared in Song Qingshu's mind.

"Hey, although I'm pretty, I don't even bother to be a prostitute." Song Qingshu restrained himself from searching for the scriptures wholeheartedly with great perseverance, and finally saw that "Forty-two Chapters" was pressed under Chen Yuanyuan's pillow.

Song Qingshu pursed his lips, sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to pick up Chen Yuanyuan's neck, gently lifted her up, put her body against his arms, stretched out his other hand under the pillow and took out the scriptures, Replace the one you faked.

Just as she was about to put Chen Yuanyuan down, the tip of her nose smelled a delicate fragrance that was like musk but not musk. She felt that the beauty in her arms was extremely soft and boneless, and for a while she was reluctant to let go.

"Slutty thief, come out and die!" Song Qingshu was startled by an angry male voice outside the window, he hurriedly put the "Forty-two Chapter Classics" in his arms, put Chen Yuanyuan on the bed reluctantly, and jumped out of the window, vigilant Looking at the people in the courtyard.

I saw the man in his 50s or 60s, wearing coarse clothes and trousers, with a white cloth around his head, a broad blue cloth belt around his waist, and his feet on straw sandals. Song Qingshu didn't dare to despise him. He was full of anger when he heard the other party's voice just now. He was obviously a master.

"Who is Your Excellency, I didn't expect such a master to be hidden in a small Sansheng Temple." Song Qingshu concentrated his energy, guarded himself, and suddenly became enlightened. Wu Sangui left such a charming and charming wife in the wilderness. Someone will be protected.

"I've long forgotten my name, and even if I remembered it, I wouldn't tell you such a low-class thief." The village peasant gave Song Qingshu a contemptuous look.

"Although I enjoy the feeling of being called a thief by a beautiful woman, being a thief by a sloppy old man like you always feels so inconsistent. If people of our era heard it, maybe they would think I was a thief. What have you done to your chrysanthemum?" Song Qingshu felt more and more disgusted as he spoke, and quickly spit out.

The village farmer looked puzzled. He had planted some chrysanthemums in the vegetable garden, but they were not damaged at all, and even if he destroyed a few plants, it would not be a big deal... Soon he thought that the other party was in the room just now and he didn't know that he was fascinated by him. What did the person do, he couldn't help but say angrily: "Little thief, this old man has not used a knife for decades. Today, in order to do justice for the heavens, I will make an exception."

In a flash of cold light, a set of sharp and ruthless swordsmanship slashed over. Song Qingshu didn't want to reveal his identity, so he didn't take the wooden sword with him. He noticed that the cold and threatening sword energy was coming, so he didn't dare to pick it up with his bare hands. For the sword, see Tricks and Tricks. The swords of the two were fast and slow, sometimes they collided dozens of times like a series of beads, sometimes back

Rotate the body, let alone a move that does not intersect.

After more than ten strokes, the two separated, and the farmer looked at Song Qingshu in horror: "The legendary grass, trees, bamboo, and stones can all be swords... Your swordsmanship is so exquisite, why did you become a shameless person in the martial arts because of your arrogance? A prostitute?"

The shock in Song Qingshu's heart was no less than his, and he hurriedly shouted: "I remember who you are, you are Hu Yizhi, the king of Baisheng swords, but why are you using the Hu family sword?"

Hu Yizhi, the King of Swords of Baisheng, nicknamed "The King of Beautiful Swords", was rumored to be the most beautiful man in the martial arts. As a result, he accidentally met Chen Yuanyuan once in Chengdu, and he was fascinated and unable to extricate himself. When Chen Yuanyuan was in the palace of Pingxi, he disguised himself as a gardener in the palace, planting flowers and pulling weeds for her. Chen Yuanyuan went to Sansheng Nunnery, and Hu Yizhi followed him as a cook.

The strange thing is that Hu Yizhi is obviously strong in martial arts, and Chen Yuanyuan can be said to be at his fingertips in front of him, but he never thinks of it. Chen Yuanyuan only said thirty-nine sentences, and Chen Yuanyuan said fifty-five sentences to him.

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