Chapter 2019 Mysterious Girl

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Song Qingshu hurried over and took her place. He placed his palm on Huang Chang's back lightly, and his True Qi continued to be lost.

His internal strength is much higher than that of the woman in yellow shirt. Huang Chang quickly opened his eyes and said weakly: "I have no life, you don't have to waste your energy, not to mention that you are seriously injured yourself."

Song Qingshu was a little apologetic: "I was late, otherwise..."

Huang Chang waved his hand slightly and stopped him from continuing: "You don't have to blame yourself, as the saying goes, the way of heaven is constant, not for Yao's existence, not for Jie's death. If you and I were in different places, I would make the same choice as you. ."

Song Qingshu was silent, he had to look for help everywhere along the way, so the time was a little tight, but no matter how tight the time was, it would not appear at such a coincidental time, and it would not be impossible to go up the mountain earlier.

It's just that in that way, instead of being a fisherman, he might instead become a snipe and mussel, and he will also be responsible for the safety of himself and his subordinates, so if he does it again, he will probably make the same choice.

Huang Chang obviously saw through all this, but he understood it very well. This understanding is not polite, because he originally cultivated the way of nature, and there are not so many rules and regulations in his behavior. As long as he can achieve his goal, he can use any means, so He also recognized Song Qingshu's approach from the bottom of his heart.

After all, it was a miscalculation this time. I didn't expect that King Yi and Jia Sidao would join forces to find so many great masters. Otherwise, the cultivation of him and the wine monk would be enough to suppress the audience.

Now that he lost because he didn't expect all this, of course he could afford to lose.

"I had a premonition that Shouyuan was approaching, so I don't have too many regrets now," Huang Chang looked calmly, looking at the woman in yellow beside him, "It's just that my apprentice has a hard life, it was originally golden branches and jade leaves, but very small At that time, she was caught by the Jin people as a slave, thanks to me passing by and saving her."

The woman in the yellow shirt choked a little: "Master's great kindness and virtue, Yingluo will always remember her in her heart."

Huang Chang smiled and said to Song Qingshu: "Her status is embarrassing. Without my care in the future, it may not be easy to survive in Lin'an City. Since you are friends, help take care of..."

Having said this, he suddenly closed his mouth, because he realized that the word "care" has many meanings, and it was as if he had entrusted her life to the other party, so he immediately changed his mouth: "Although she has studied "Nine Yin Zhen" Since you also know the Nine Yin Classics and are her friend, please give her some pointers in the future."

In the past, Huang Chang's family was all beheaded and killed by the people of Mingjiao. He practiced revenge and did not renew his string. Later, when he became a master in martial arts, he was older, and he had no such mind, so he was lonely all his life and had no children. Although the girl in the yellow shirt was nominally his apprentice, in his heart he loved her as his granddaughter.

I learned before that she and Song Qingshu were somewhat ambiguous, but Huang Chang was so angry that there was always a feeling that the hard-growing Chinese cabbage was being bullied by pigs. It’s fine if it’s someone else, it’s not bad to be young, handsome and strong in martial arts, but Song Qingshu is a lecherous person. Let’s not talk about the rumors, the key is that he saw the other party sneak into the harem and hook up with concubines. Is the person a good match?

Huang Chang regarded the woman in yellow shirt as his granddaughter, and naturally didn't want her to go to this troubled water, so he changed his tune in time, from taking care of him to teaching martial arts. Regardless of the character of the surname Song for the time being, martial arts are first-class. With his guidance, the woman in yellow shirt is at least at the level of a grandmaster. Maybe there is still a chance to have a glimpse of the threshold of a great grandmaster. When the world is so big, who can bully it? she?

"Don't worry, senior, I will do my best." Song Qingshu replied solemnly.

"There are officials..." Huang Chang glanced at Zhao Gou in the distance, noticing that he was staring at Song Qingshu's back with a bit of resentment in his eyes, he hesitated and swallowed the rest of the words back, "Forget it, there is nothing else, You can do it for yourself..."

After speaking, the look in their eyes gradually disappeared, and the others didn't react yet. The monk fighting the wine and the monk sweeping the floor folded their hands together: "Amitabha~"

The woman in yellow finally realized that her master had passed away, and resisting the tears in her eyes from falling, she suddenly grabbed the long sword on the ground and stabbed the sweeping monk beside her.

At this moment, Li Qingluo, who was standing beside the sweeping monk, used her cold sleeves to flick her acupoints, swung the long sword in her hand, and frowned, "What are you doing crazy!"

The woman in the yellow shirt pointed at the sweeping monk and said angrily, "Master obviously died under his sneak attack, but at this time he came to Amitabha Buddha!"

Li Qingluo snorted: "On the battlefield, the winner or loser is based on ability, and it's no wonder my uncle." Because she knew the origin of the sweeper and the Xiaoyao faction, she had to protect the other party.

Song Qingshu was in a dilemma. At this time, neither side was helping, and he couldn't help but feel a big headache.

Fortunately, the wine monk said at this time: "Yingluo, this is a matter between our great masters. The other party is hated by the country and the family, and the previous actions are understandable."

"But..." The woman in the yellow shirt wanted to say more, and the wine-fighting monk shook his head and said, "When your master was dying, did you ask you to avenge him?"

"That's not true..." The yellow-shirted woman bit her lip, "But that's because the master cherishes his apprentice and doesn't want me to take risks."

The wine-fighting monk said in a serious tone: "In this case, are you going to take the risk to be worthy of his painstaking efforts? If you want to become a demon and become a Buddha, you have to think twice." Seeing that she was still a little unhappy, she had to transmit a voice into the secret: "Silly child, monk who sweeps the floor. He has a special status. He is both a Shaolin monk and a free-spirited elder. These two sects have masters. If you kill him, the masters of these two sects will come to you endlessly in the future to seek revenge, not to mention that there are people who are protecting him now. , you can't kill him at all.

Just as he was seriously injured, he was going to die soon, so why not let him live for two more days? "

Hearing his explanation, the woman in yellow shirt was relieved and said apologetically, "Thank you, senior, for enlightening me."

The wine monk nodded, got up and bowed to Zhao Gou from afar: "Official family, I have fulfilled the promise I made before, and I have also repaid the favor of the emperors of the Song Dynasty to our family. Now that the matter is over, I will leave. "

"Master, you can't leave me behind." Zhao Gou was anxious. Now that all the guards around him were dead, and the last one of his own had to leave, how could he not panic.

The wine fighting monk shook his head: "I'm useless now, and it's useless to stay. Now that the cause and effect of the past have been paid back, it's time to fulfill the wish of the past."

After speaking, regardless of Zhao Gou's repeated retention, the figure that became somewhat hunched and thin gradually disappeared in the mountain road, and his singing voice could be faintly heard in the air:

When is the time for the porridge to go to the rice? Duyuan leather bags are difficult to treat. Such a body is so ignorant that it only reaches the abdomen when it enters the throat, and in the blink of an eye, it is still hungry.

Only the monks did not care, and had to drink three cups slowly. Winter is like hanging summer clothes, although the shape is ugly, the heart is not fascinated...

The sweeping monk on the side had a strange look on his face: "Amitabha, this state of mind and Buddhist attainments are far better than mine."

Li Qingluo frowned and said, "Why am I listening to these lyrics so vulgar?"

The sweeping monk smiled slightly without explaining, and sighed after a long time: "This matter is over, I should leave too."

Li Qingluo hurriedly said, "Uncle Shi, I'll take you off."

The sweeping monk shook his head: "No need, if this stinky sack died on the side of the road, it would have deserved it."

"But..." Li Qingluo wanted to say more, but the floor sweeper had already walked up to Song Qingshu: "Master Song, do you want to stop me?"

Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head: "In those days, I was fortunate to have the senior's guidance in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, and I indirectly got what I am today. How can I embarrass the senior."

"Because of the past, fruit of today..." The floor sweeper sighed, "Donor Song, please rest assured, I won't reveal anything about today's affairs."

Seeing the figure of him leaving, Song Qingshu laughed dumbly. However, he is also a little strange. The other party's breath... It seems that the injury is not as serious as he imagined, but after the great master hit his heart with all his strength, how can he save his life?

Song Qingshu was at a loss when he suddenly heard Zhao Gou shout: "Yingluo, kill the chaotic minister and the thief Wang Xiefeng for me." It turned out that he saw the wine-fighting monk and the floor-sweeping monk leaving one after another, and he was worried that Wang Chongyang would also be released, so he called out in advance.

It's just that he has no one available now, only the woman in yellow shirt is brother and sister to him, and should be on the same front.

The woman in yellow frowned upon hearing this. Unlike the floor sweeper, Master was not injured in Wang Chongyang's hands after all, and he and Master were good friends. When he started, he was really a little ruthless.

"Guanjia, he was seriously injured, and he has not had a few months to live." The woman in the yellow shirt had no choice but to answer.

"How can he die so cheaply if he commits trouble? Not to mention that he will live for a few more months?" Zhao Gou's face was a little distorted. If it was on weekdays, he would never be so rude, but this time he felt that he had a seamless plan. In the end, he fell short, and then he became a complete waste again. His heart defense was finally broken, so he seemed a little hysterical now, "Why don't you go quickly?"

The woman in yellow shirt was reluctant, but she was not good at refuting the emperor's face in public, so she stood there with a look of embarrassment.

Wang Chongyang laughed: "Forget it, Chongyang has never been weaker than others in his life, and even Jia Sidao doesn't want to die in the hands of others, so how could I die in the hands of you, a faint-hearted lord."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his finger and pointed to his dead point. He was a master of one yang finger. If this finger hits, it is absolutely unreasonable.

Song Qingshu was shocked, not to mention that the two of them once had a friendship, but to say that the other party's personality and aspirations were very angry with him, how could he let him fall like this?

Just as he was about to rescue him, a white shadow suddenly flashed past, and with a flick of his wrist, it directly blocked Wang Chongyang's fingers.

The people around were startled. Although Wang Chongyang was seriously injured, after all, he was the cultivation base of the great master. Who could stop this unpredictable move so easily?

He hurriedly looked around and saw a man in a white shirt standing by Wang Chongyang's side holding his wrist. He was slender and graceful. He was obviously a woman, with a lightly flowing skirt and fluttering like a fairy. He seemed to be in his forties. She is very beautiful, but her eyebrows reach into her temples, and there is a faint murderous aura in the corners of her eyes.

The man in white sneered again and again. Although his voice was pleasant, the meaning of his words was full of ridicule: "You have a disposition to suffer while you die. I didn't expect that you won't be able to change it when you are about to die."

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