Chapter 23 The Great Prophet Jin Yong
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"A slender lady, a gentleman is so arrogant. It's not surprising that Mr. Murong's enthusiasm is not surprising." Song Qingshu turned his head and laughed.
"Uncle~" Madam Hu said angrily, her voice was delicate and greasy, and Song Qingshu's bones were brittle, "You are joking again, I'm like a willow, that lady Wang is much more beautiful, how could Young Master Murong look like you? It's...that's what it says."
"In my heart, sister-in-law is much prettier than Miss Wang." Song Qingshu saw Madam Hu's raised eyebrows, about to have a seizure, and quickly changed the subject, "I guess Young Master Murong is trying to break into Wang's treasure."
"Uncle also knows about the treasure of the king?" Mrs. Hu was shocked, this was the biggest secret in her heart, and she didn't have the time to care about his previous frivolous, flirtatious words.
"Sister-in-law forgot that I am a person who is known as Bai Xiaosheng in Jianghu. There are very few important events in Jianghu that I really don't know about." Song Qingshu pretended to have a mysterious smile.
"Did your uncle also have the idea of breaking into the king's treasure?" Mrs. Hu felt a little uncomfortable, and for a while she suspected that the other party was approaching her true purpose.
"Of course!" Song Qingshu's answer made Mrs. Hu feel a chill in her heart, "This treasure will be of great use to me in the future."
Noticing Mrs. Hu's ugly face and knowing what she was thinking at the moment, Song Qingshu smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, don't worry, we met by chance. And I already know where the treasure is, so I don't have to worry about my purpose."
"Do you know where the treasure is?" Madam Hu exclaimed, "It's impossible."
It was rare to see Mrs. Hu, who always had a low-pitched smile, with such a wonderful expression, Song Qingshu gave him a hard look, and said with a half-smile, "It's all said that I'm Bai Xiaosheng, although the exact location is still unclear, but the general direction is me. I still know, I should be able to find out when I get there. What, is my sister-in-law planning to kill me to silence me? "
Mrs. Hu sighed softly: "I don't know how you know so much at such a young age."
"One day when I was young, I met a wandering Taoist. He was amazed by my bones and his extraordinary knowledge... He couldn't help chatting with me," Song Qingshu shook his head and continued with a pretentious look, "He also said I am an immortal, and many stories are told to me by him, so that I can remember them well."
Mrs. Hu looked obviously disbelieving, and asked, "Did he say his name?"
"He, he seems to be called Jin Yong." Song Qingshu looked a little weird.
"Jin Yong?" Mrs. Hu thought about it carefully, "I have never heard of this character in the world." She thought that Song Qingshu was unwilling to tell the truth, and it would be difficult to ask further questions for a while.
"Xiangzhong is so big, where do we go first?" Mrs. Hu didn't want to continue talking about the treasures of the king, and she also had a headache why Song Qingshu knew, so she had to talk about other things.
"Naturally it's Jingzhou!" Song Qingshu said confidently.
After several previous experiences, Mrs. Hu believed Song Qingshu's judgment from the bottom of her heart, and didn't say anything anymore. The two came to Jingzhou all the way, and Song Qingshu kept thinking about how to find the psychic scriptures.
"First of all, we must know where the plot of "Liancheng Jue" has developed." Song Qingshu thought about it carefully, and the way to judge is to see if there is Ding Dian in Jingzhou's prison, and if so, it will be locked up for a few years.
When Song Qingshu told Mrs. Hu about the idea of visiting Jingzhou prison, Mrs. Hu looked embarrassed: "Uncle, I'm afraid you don't know. Now Mongolia and Song are stalemate on the front line of Xiangyang, and Jingzhou is related to the logistics of Xiangyang City. The lifeline is an important military town, and there are no less than 100,000 troops nearby. The prison in Jingzhou is probably not so easy to break into."
This time, it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned. In his impression, the martial arts masters in the novel, not to mention a prison cell, can come and go freely in the palace. Now it seems that this is not the case at all.
"Let's go and have a look, in case the defense is not as strict as we imagined." Song Qingshu urged her reluctantly.
Mrs. Hu couldn't beat him, so she had to promise: "Okay, but uncle has to promise me, don't be impulsive then, you are not in good health now, if something happens, I'm afraid I can't protect you."
"I know, I'm not a fool." Song Qingshu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
The two went all the way to find the Jingzhou Mansion prison, and looked at it from a distance. Both of them changed their expressions, only to see patrolling soldiers everywhere, and the guards were extremely strict.
Mrs. Hu was worried about Song Qingshu's injury. Hearing that there was a person here who knew the whereabouts of Shen Zhaojing, she secretly made up her mind and turned around and said to Song Qingshu, "Uncle stay here for a while, I'll go check it out."
The two are now very close to each other, smelling the faint fragrance uploaded by the beautiful person beside him, Song Qingshu's heart swayed, and he said quickly, "Sister-in-law can't take risks!"
"It's okay, I'm just going to investigate." Madam Hu turned around and smiled charmingly, and in a blink of an eye, she approached the prison like a wisp of smoke.
Song Qingshu was fascinated by the smile that appeared at that moment, and thought to himself what was wrong with him, he was also used to seeing beautiful women, how could the other person's frown and smile be able to seduce him now?
Mrs. Hu was as light as a swallow, and every time she considered the gap between the patrolling soldiers approaching step by step, Song Qingshu soon lost sight of her.
"The Qinggong of the Ancient Tomb Sect is really extraordinary." Song Qingshu sighed to himself. After a while, the sound of clothes breaking through the air rang out, and Madam Hu had returned to him.
"How?" Seeing her ugly face, Song Qingshu knew that it might not be good news.
I saw Mrs. Hu beautiful
On his face, there was a hint of worry: "I just checked carefully, the defense line of the prison's external network is okay, but the prison itself is designed with only one entrance, and the entire cell is hidden underground, I am afraid it is used to prevent us from coming. It's from the martial arts people who have gone high. The entrance is heavily guarded, and unless you break in hard, you can't get in."
Song Qingshu understands that it is unrealistic to break through hard. Now this is a living world, and the government is not as non-existent as in the novel. Moreover, Jingzhou is an important military town and is usually heavily guarded. If something happens to the prison, the nearby garrison can rush at any time. Come and help. Although Mrs. Hu's martial arts are not weak, it is still impossible to break through the prison to save someone.
But if I don't enter the cell, I don't know if Ding Dian is here or not, and I don't know how far the plot of Liancheng Jue has developed...
"Wait, if you just want to know the development of the plot, you don't need to start with the prison." Song Qingshu's mind suddenly flashed, and he pulled Mrs. Hu to turn around and leave.
Mrs. Hu was annoyed for a while, thinking to herself how uncle is such a manipulative man. Fortunately, after getting along for such a period of time, she already understood that Song Qingshu's behavior was different from ordinary people, and she seemed to have no concept of the defense of these men and women. Coupled with several times of mutual adversity, Mrs. Hu also knew that this was just a natural movement. Other evil thoughts, let him hold his own wrist without attacking.
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