Chapter 292 Killing the King

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() "Okay!" Song Qingshu did not hesitate, and handed the map that had been prepared to the Sunflower Ancestor.

Old Ancestor Sunflower’s hands trembled while holding the map. He had already memorized some of the maps in the Zhengyellow Banner by heart. After a brief scan, he knew that it was a real map. After carefully putting it in his arms, he looked at Song Qingshu and said: " Boy, the ancestors are happy today, do you want me to help you?"

Seeing his dry face, Song Qingshu couldn't help twitching. Song Qingshu understood how excited Sunflower Patriarch was at this time. If he opened his mouth, he would definitely be willing to help deal with Kangxi, but Song Qingshu shook his head and refused: "This is me and him. Between things, I want to make a break with him alone."

Ancestor Sunflower was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Song Qingshu to not appreciate it, but he just said it casually. Now all his thoughts are on the dragon veins of the Qing Dynasty. As soon as the voice fell, the figure disappeared like a puff of blue smoke.

"Compared to the ancestor of Sunflower, my Qinggong is still a little worse." Song Qingshu sighed for a while.

When night fell, Kangxi was alone in the room to deal with the memorial, while thinking in his mind: Now Shengjing has been completely controlled by me, and the families of the generals who went on the expedition are also in my hands, not to mention that Hongli is dead, his sons He was also guarded by his own people. Everything is a foregone conclusion. Those generals who received my imperial decree should give in if there is no accident... Well, but they can't be careless. They have to guard against Hongli's confidants taking the opportunity to counterattack...

Kangxi thought about it, only to feel annoyed and dry. He threw the red pen, and was too lazy to review the memorial. Suddenly he thought of Ma Chunhua, and his heart couldn't help but move. A girl who was ignorant of the world in those days has now grown into a charming young woman, especially thinking of the other party's special identity, Kangxi felt that a certain part of his body became hot.

"Little Dengzi, Miss Xuanma is here."

Who knew that even after shouting twice, there was no response from outside, Kangxi was furious, and this bastard slave was not afraid of losing his head. Suddenly his expression changed, looking at the figure in the shadow of the pillar.

"Your Majesty, you don't need to shout, Xiao Dengzi can't hear." Song Qingshu walked out step by step.

Kangxi's heart sank, but a warm smile appeared on his face: "Song Aiqing is looking for me so late, what's the so-called thing."

Song Qingshu was silent for a long time, and finally chuckled: "Why should the emperor pretend to be confused?"

Kangxi's face suddenly became very gloomy: "Do you know that you have committed a crime of disrespect by saying such things to me."

"I know." Song Qingshu looked at him calmly.

Kangxi only felt a chill rise up from his back, and said in a deep voice, "Song Qingshu, if you step down now, I will take the credit for your past achievements and let it go."

Hearing Kangxi's words, Song Qingshu smiled: "It's all here, do you think I'll go back?"

Kangxi had just eliminated Hongli, and his self-confidence was reaching an unprecedented peak. Anger rushed into his heart, he waved his hand, and said coldly, "Kill him."

Following Kangxi's order, the four men in black slowly walked out of the darkness, and surrounded Song Qingshu faintly in the center.

"Song Aiqing, do you really think that there are no masters under my command?" Kangxi snorted coldly, "The Qing Dynasty has a vast territory, and has devoted the power of the imperial court to collect all kinds of peerless martial arts secrets. These people have received the most rigorous training since childhood and practiced the best. The martial arts of Shaolin, anyone who takes it to the rivers and lakes is no worse than the head of Shaolin Wudang."

Feeling the chilling aura of several people, Song Qingshu frowned, and after hearing Kangxi's words, he laughed mercilessly: "I dare not say the head of Shaolin, the head of Wudang... Hehe, Zhenren Zhang let them One hand, completely stress-free."

A few men in black were furious when they heard the words, and the first one signaled them to be calm, and said sarcastically, "We dare not say what happened to Zhenren Zhang, as for Your Excellency, in the eyes of our brothers, he is nothing but a chicken and a dog. That Yu Zhenzi, who is known as the number one expert in Shengjing, was not killed by me in one move?"

In the early years, Yuzhenzi was tied with Yuan Chengzhi, the king of the golden snake. After he joined Hongli, he swept the invincible opponent of Shengjing, and the limelight was unparalleled for a while. As a result, he was easily defeated by Song Qingshu several times. Measurement. However, these men in black easily killed Yu Zhenzi, so naturally they didn't think Song Qingshu was amazing.

"Oh?" Song Qingshu was shocked. Yuzhenzi was definitely considered a top expert in the arena, and with his outstanding achievements, it was unbelievable that he died in their hands like this. "Yuzhenzi died like this?"

Seeing the arrogant look on the other party's face, Song Qingshu's expression became solemn. I'm afraid these people are really difficult.

"Report your name, Song has never killed an unnamed person." Song Qingshu has long since calmed down and said lightly.

"When you see King Yama, remember to tell his old man, Wei Mo is the one who killed you!" As soon as he finished speaking, the leader had disappeared.

I saw a flash of light from the knife, and Wei Mo had returned to the place, a drop of bright blood was hanging on the tip of the low-hanging knife.

"Your knife is very fast." Song Qingshu looked at the wound on his shoulder, and his tone seemed to be quite approving.

The first move clearly had the upper hand, but Wei Mo couldn't see the joy on his face, and smiled bitterly: "Your Qinggong is faster."

"What is your trick called?" Song Qingshu asked curiously.

"Heavenly Meteor." Wei Mo said in a low voice. Although he is not well-known, he is a rare martial arts prodigy. After integrating all kinds of martial arts secrets, he created a trick "Heavenly Meteor", and then killed him.

Anyone only needs one move, even if it is as strong as Yu Zhenzi, but it is a pity that Song Qingshu escaped in the end.

"Sure enough, it's like a shooting star." Song Qingshu already had a wooden sword in his hand as he spoke, "Then please comment on my move."

Wei Mo no longer dared to trust the boss, and hurriedly greeted the others and attacked together.

Song Qingshu raised his sword and waved it behind him at will, and the desperate eyes of the other three men in black reflected the shadow of the sword in the sky, and even exhausting his life skills could not prevent the sword energy from entering.

Seeing this, Wei Mo's eyes were split, and he shouted, mobilizing twelve points of skill, and with grief and anger, this sword had broken through the previous limit. Seeing that Song Qingshu was still behind the wooden sword, Wei Mo was confident that the other party would do it again. It is impossible to escape.

Suddenly, Wei Mo's expression changed greatly. He saw that the wooden sword in Song Qingshu's hand was like an antelope with its horns hanging on its horns, and it naturally turned to the front. The other party could clearly see every move, but the slow move came first.

Looking down at the wooden sword on his chest, Wei Mo asked unwillingly, "What is the name of this sword technique?"

"I just realized it recently, and I haven't had time to name it yet..." Seeing Wei Mo's regretful expression, Song Qingshu couldn't bear it. He suddenly thought of a comic in his previous life, and said quickly, "Well, let's call it Jian Twenty-three."

"Jian Twenty-three? Good swordsmanship, good swordsmanship..." The light in Wei Mo's eyes finally dimmed.

Seeing that the four outstanding masters died so easily in Song Qingshu's hands, Kangxi hurriedly ran to the inner hall, shouting as he ran, "Old Ancestor save me, Old Ancestor save me..." The voice stopped abruptly, and Song Qingshu did not know when He was already standing in front of him, with the wooden sword in his hand just above his throat.

"Are you expecting Sunflower Ancestor to rescue you?" Song Qingshu's face showed a hint of regret, "He has already left for Changbai Mountain to find your Great Qing Dragon Vein."

"The Forty-two Chapters?" Kangxi quickly realized the key point, "Wei Xiaobao was indeed killed by you."

"I didn't kill Xiaobao, he did die at the hands of Princess Jianning." Song Qingshu sighed.

"What's the difference between what Jianning killed and what you killed?" Kangxi sneered, "Jianning's elm head didn't even know that he was used as a gunman before he died."

"It seems that the emperor has long suspected all this." Song Qingshu put away the wooden sword and praised.

After all, Kangxi was a hero of a generation. After the initial panic, he quickly calmed down. He knew that he was going to die now, but he didn't want to show a trace of embarrassment: "Yes, what happened in Shanhaiguan, I knew there must be something strange in it. Afterwards, I inquired about the circumstances of other people in the mission that day, and after countless deductions behind the scenes, I came to the conclusion that you are the only possibility."

"Why didn't the emperor cure me at that time?" Song Qingshu admired Kangxi's calm skills today.

"After all, you are a rare talent. I thought I could see through you. I wanted to get rid of you to avenge Wei Xiaobao after I made full use of you. How could I know that this was the biggest mistake I made in my life." Kangxi looked extremely annoyed.

"Your Majesty doesn't need to regret it, you have already succeeded. If I hadn't heard someone's words, I would never have realized that you had understood all my plans." Song Qingshu said in fear.

"Hehe, when I saw you for the first time, I knew that you were unwilling to be subservient, and sooner or later you would turn against me..." Kangxi smiled bitterly, "But it is useless to say more about winning the king and losing the bandit. Compared to this, I I'm even more curious, if you kill me at this time, what benefits can you gain except for a poor reputation?"

Song Qingshu was silent for a while, then took out a thin mask as thin as a cicada's wings and put it on his face, without saying a word, just looked at Kangxi quietly like that.

"Good, good! Your Excellency's deep planning and careful preparation, I really did not lose." Looking at the face in front of him that was exactly the same as his own, Kangxi's bone marrow was filled with endless cold, and his whole body trembled involuntarily. Until now, he was completely desperate.

"This is the disguise technique taught to me by a young maid from Murong's family in Gusu. I have always believed that it is much more useful than nine yin and nine yang," Song Qingshu couldn't help but think of Bing Xue'er taking herself to Yanziwu for medical treatment. There was a hint of warmth.

"Song Qingshu, I only have one request before I die." Kangxi's face did not show the slightest trace of blood, and he worked hard to keep his voice from trembling.

"As long as it's not too much, I can promise you." Song Qingshu said sincerely, looking at the man who looked like an enemy but a friend in front of him.

"Be the emperor for me." Kangxi finally calmed down.

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, he never thought that Kangxi's last words would be this, when he was about to ask, he saw Kangxi pick up a knife on the ground, and his expression was quite arrogant: "Hehe, I am the Son of Heaven, and the only one who can take my life is God. There is only myself." After saying that, he raised his sword and killed himself.

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