Chapter 309

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"It's just an effort, Miss Li doesn't have to worry about it." Song Qingshu put down the wine glass, smiled faintly, and observed Li Mochou from a close distance.

With pink face and peach cheeks, her chest is shrugged and her waist is straight. She is so tall and slender. She must have a pair of long straight legs under her loose Taoist robe. , which is indeed true.

Swept away by Song Qingshu's gaze, Li Mochou felt quite uncomfortable standing there. If an ordinary man looked at her like this, she would have already turned her face. However, the other party's eyes were warm, with more admiration in his eyes, not to mention the fact that Li Mochou had no choice but to stand there quietly.

However, Li Mochou had never been seen by a man like this for so many years. His face was inevitably hot, and his cheeks soon became dizzy.

After this change, the eyes of the entire inn were focused on Song Qingshu, and everyone had different expressions.

King Jinlun's expression changed slightly, Xuancheng struck a thunderbolt, he thought to himself that he had to avoid the edge for a while, but he didn't expect this young man to use only one chopstick to knock out a Zen staff that weighed dozens of kilograms. And the grasp of strength and precision is really appalling.

Zhao Min just saw Song Qingshu's appearance at this time, and couldn't help but stunned, let out a light snort, and asked, "Why is he?"

"Minmin, do you know him?" Huazheng felt that there was a special calmness in the young man. Hearing Zhao Min muttering to himself, he couldn't help looking at her curiously.

"It can be regarded as an acquaintance," Zhao Min hadn't recovered from the shock. "It's strange, how does it look completely different now than before?"

The former Song Qingshu had the nickname of Jade Face Mengchang, and his appearance was naturally suave. Today's Song Qingshu's skills are getting higher and higher, and Shenlong Island is awakened by Ouyang Feng's words, and the whole person's temperament has suddenly changed dramatically. Shenguang is restrained and elegant.

"Amitabha, who is the benefactor, and why do you want to rescue this demon girl?" Xuan Cheng was surprised when he saw Song Qingshu knocking his Zen stick flying with a chopstick. Before he left the Shaolin Temple, except for the person in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, the rest of the world waited. He was not in his eyes.

Who knew that a small inn would meet so many masters. The two wretched old men, and the monk with the big wheel, although they were not as good as him, they must not be too far behind. But the young man in front of him, who looked only in his twenties, actually had an unfathomable feeling sitting there, when in the world was there such a powerful young man?

"I'm just a passerby. Seeing that this girl is about to die on the spot, I can't bear it, so I try to save it. I hope the master will forgive me."

The world just knew that he had failed to assassinate Kangxi and died. Song Qingshu knew that his identity was sensitive at this time, so he did not want to reveal his name.

Seeing Song Qingshu not answering, a hint of anger flashed across Xuan Cheng's face, and he quickly filtered through the list of young masters in the arena, constantly guessing the identity of the man in front of him, Bei Qiaofeng? Appearance is age inappropriate. Nan Murong? Martial arts don't seem to be that high. Could it be that person?

"It turned out to be the leader of Mingjiao Zhang, why do you have to cover up?" Xuan Cheng couldn't help sneering.

Song Qingshu laughed dumbly and turned to look at Zhao Min: "Even if I am willing to be the sweetheart of this princess, she probably won't be happy."

Seeing Song Qingshu's frivolous words, Zhao Min suddenly raised a trace of anger, snorted coldly, grabbed a bow and arrow from the guard's quiver, and threw it at Song Qingshu.

Because of her noble birth, Zhao Min has many top martial arts masters who have taught her martial arts, so she is quite popular. A bow and arrow was thrown by her at will, no less than an arrow shot by a warrior in the army.

With Song Qingshu's current skill, he naturally didn't care too much, he calmly raised his hand, firmly clamped the arrow between his fingers, and had such an expression as he expected: "Master Xuancheng, you have seen it, unless Mongolia uses bows and arrows as hydrangea. custom."

Zhao Min's face froze, and she was about to attack, but she suddenly smiled, like the beginning of ice and snow: "Song Shaoxia, I haven't seen you for a while. I didn't expect your martial arts to progress so quickly. It seems that the martial arts of the Wudang School are really broad and profound."

What a great character!

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. For many years, Shaolin and Wudang have been at odds. First, the Shaolin Temple felt that Zhang Sanfeng was a Shaolin traitor. Wudang's martial arts were all secretly learned from the Shaolin Temple. In the second year, the Shaolin Temple forced Zhang Cuishan to death, and at the same time, Yu Daiyan was cut off by the Shaolin Temple's masterful Vajra Finger, and his entire body was cut off. Therefore, although the two are both well-known martial arts schools, the relationship has always been very tense.

Xuancheng was addicted to martial arts and became mad. Hearing that Wudang Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts were superb, coupled with the deep-rooted martial arts competition, he had always thought of going up to Wudang Mountain to meet him for a while during this trip.

Hearing Zhao Min reveal Song Qingshu's identity as a Wudang faction, Xuan Cheng sneered: "It turns out that he is the disciple and grandson of that Shaolin traitor, no wonder he is so arrogant."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the inn suddenly became tense. Zhao Min didn't expect Xuan Cheng to be so ruthless. Zhang Sanfeng was highly regarded, but he called him a Shaolin traitor. Song Qingshu, as a disciple of Wudang, involved the reputation of his ancestor, and I am afraid it would be an endless situation.

Sure enough, Song Qingshu's expression changed. Although he had no feelings for the Wudang faction, and he had been expelled from Wudang by Zhang Sanfeng, he had already been branded with the Wudang faction. Bai's reputation is not good-looking.

"Song is not talented, and he also knows that Shaolin martial arts is about the application of Buddhism.

To dispel the hostility in martial arts, the higher the Dharma, the higher the ability of martial arts. Your Excellency, as a Buddhist disciple, has no heart of compassion, and the export is full of greed, hatred, and delusion. "Song Qingshu's tone was flat, and in contrast to the two, bystanders did feel that Xuan Cheng was inferior.

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Xuan Cheng was inexplicably surprised and wondered how it was exactly the same as what the person from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion said? However, Song Qingshu was young, and Xuan Cheng didn't believe that he really had such knowledge. When he was just a blind cat and met a dead mouse, he couldn't help but snorted: "Wudang is known as a famous and decent family, but you are greedy for beauty and you rescue Li Mochou. This devil. This disciple is like this, and the style of Wudang sect can be seen."

Hearing Xuancheng say this, Xia Qingqing grabbed Song Qingshu angrily, and Li Mochou was embarrassed to stand there, but Song Qingshu himself was very calm: "First, Song is no longer from Wudang, that Shaomin. The county master can testify for me." He raised his hand and gestured to Zhao Min, in exchange for a coquettish hum.

Song Qingshu didn't take it seriously, and continued: "Second, great monk, which one of your eyes saw that I was greedy for beauty and saved this Daoist Li?"

"Just now you looked at this demonic woman's body with frowning eyes, everyone in the room saw it." Xuan Cheng's tone was full of ridicule.

"I can testify for Master Xuancheng on this point," Zhao Min clapped his hands for fear that the world would not be in chaos, "Song Shaoxia looked at this Daochang Li's eyes just now, and I really wanted to strip it..."

Halfway through, Zhao Min deliberately stopped talking, but the meaning was self-evident. Seeing that the master had spoken, the two elders of Xuanming on the side echoed it even more, accompanied by wanton and obscene laughter.

Li Mochou was trembling with anger. Although he was worried about their martial arts skills, he couldn't help but tremble slightly and was ready to take action. At this time, Song Qingshu lightly pressed her shoulder and shook her head slightly at her.

Since walking around the world, she has always kept herself clean, not to mention contact with men, even if a man looks at her more often, Li Mochou will most likely shoot him blind in the eyes. At this time, Song Qingshu's hand was on his shoulder, but for the first time he did not get angry. Li Mochou suddenly felt a little girlish shyness from the warmth of his palm coming from his shoulders.

Seeing Li Mochou gradually calm down, Song Qingshu just looked at Xuan Cheng and said, "I have a story here that the great monk can comment on."

Everyone in the inn was feeling inexplicable, but Song Qingshu just said, "Once upon a time, there was an old monk and a young monk on a trip, and they encountered a river on the way, and saw a woman who wanted to cross the river, but did not dare to cross. After reaching the river, he put the woman down and continued on the road with the little monk. The little monk couldn’t help but muttered all the way: what’s wrong with Master? How dare you carry a woman across the river? I walked all the way and thought about it all the way, and finally I couldn’t bear it anymore and said, “Master, you are breaking the precepts.” Why? The old monk sighed, "I've already let go, but you still can't let go!"

Song Qingshu quickly stopped talking, but everyone in the audience understood what he meant, thinking that Master Xuan Cheng, the first person in Shaolin in two hundred years, was likened by him to a little monk who couldn't let go, and they all showed a smile watching a good show.

"Song Shaoxia is eloquent, but unfortunately, no matter how arrogant he is, it can't cover up the fact that your Excellency has rescued Li Mochou, the demon girl." Seeing Xuancheng's bald head blushing red, Zhao Minqiang held back his smile and offered words of help.

"It's true that the county master said it right. Song has no hobbies on weekdays, but he has no resistance to demon girls. When he sees a demon girl, he can't help but feel pity for fragrance and jade," Song Qingshu suddenly changed the topic and looked at Zhao Zhao. Min smiled and said, "But the word demon girl came out of the county master's mouth. It's really not convincing. When it comes to demon girl, who can compare to the county master?"

Hearing Song Qingshu confessing that she likes a demon girl, also known as Zhao Min as a demon girl, Princess Huazheng couldn't help laughing, leaned over and whispered in Zhao Min's ear, and while talking, she gestured Song Qingshu's direction with her eyes, Zhao Min looked pretty. His face quickly turned red and white.

"Shen Jian Ba ​​Xiong, shoot them to death with arrows for me." Zhao Min said coldly.

"Yes!" Shenjian Hachio did not hesitate at all, and drew the bow in one go. They are all excellent shooters. It is no problem to shoot three arrows at the same time with one bow, and the rate of fire is extremely amazing.

Although there were only eight people, a rain of arrows poured down in the direction of Song Qingshu in the blink of an eye. i527()

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