Flower Stealing Master Chapter 146: Sleeping Beauty

The moon is black and the wind is high. It is a good weather to kill people and set fires and steal incense and jade.

Song Qingshu stood in black clothes on a mountain bag, letting the late-night cold wind blow all over his body, looking intently at the Sansheng Nunnery in the distant valley.

Assuming that the people inside have already fallen asleep, Song Qingshu jumped and swayed with the wind. When he was exhausted, he stepped on the leaves and lightly tapped, and the figure could jump several feet forward.

When he quietly turned into the Sansheng Temple, he looked back at the distance he had traveled, and sighed sincerely: "Tasha Wuhen is indeed the world's first light work."

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

"Ancient windows like this can't guard against thieves or peeping. I really don't know what it is." Song Qingshu stared at the paper window in front of him, dare to be speechless, and quickly learned the tricks on TV. After a little saliva and a light jab, he pierced the window paper silently, and moved his eyes to look inside.

The room is dim, and I vaguely see two people lying on the bed. Song Qingshu suddenly feels disappointed: "Could it be Chen Yuanyuan and her adulterer? Although this woman is pitiful, she is not a chaste woman herself, many times as expected. It's self-defeating."

Exclamation, but he still remembers the purpose of the trip. Song Qingshu opened the window and jumped in gently. As soon as he landed, he saw a person on the bed turning over with feelings. Song Qingshu's pupils shrank and his feet squeezed. After a kick, the person rushed over like a sharp arrow, and the sleeping point of the two on the bed was clicked between the sparks and flints, and then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

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

Under the veils of the ancient flowered sandalwood bed, most of the quilt of a young girl slipped off, revealing a moon-white silk tube top. Three thousand green silks were laid on it softly, reflecting the skin of Sai Xue. The long eyelashes in his sleep trembled slightly with each breath. After seeing the pretty face clearly, Song Qingshu suddenly realized: "It turns out that the other person is Ake."

Pinching a corner of the quilt, Song Qingshu gently covered her, while muttering to herself: "Crimes and sins, I only came here for the "Forty-two Chapters", I really didn't mean to take advantage of you. Now the weather It’s getting colder, cover you with a quilt to prevent the cold from getting into your body, just take it as my offense."

After the cover was over, Song Qingshu turned his head and prepared to inspect where the "Forty-two Chapters" was actually placed. "Ee Di Niang!" The beauty that came into view almost didn't make Song Qingshu bleed.

It is vaguely visible that Chen Yuanyuan's graceful posture is lying full and full, and under the hazy gauze, * is looming. The snow-colored twin peaks stand upright, and the gauze can't hide its highness. The eyebrows are like a crescent moon, and they are curved like willow leaves, lying there peacefully. The red lips are red without a point, and the eyebrows are not drawn. It is indeed a beauty that can make a man irritated.

"Ms. Wen has a beautiful white jade, carved by hand, and I am eager for it. Tonight, I will take it when I walk on the moon." For some reason, Song Qingshu's mind suddenly came up with the appearance of the thief Chu Liuxiang.

"Hey, although I am lustful, I don't bother to be a thief." Song Qingshu restrained himself from searching for the scriptures wholeheartedly with great perseverance, and finally saw the "Forty-Two Chapters" pressing under Chen Yuanyuan's pillow .

Song Qingshu pursed her lips, sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out her hand to pick up the back of Chen Yuanyuan's neck, gently supported her, let her lean in her arms, and stretched out her other hand to take it under the pillow After reading the scriptures, I replaced the one I had forged.

I was about to put Chen Yuanyuan down, but the tip of her nose smelled a scent of musk and not musk on her body. I only felt that the beauty in her arms was very soft and boneless, and she was a little reluctant to let it go.

"A thief, come out and die!" Song Qingshu was shocked by an angry male voice outside the window. He quickly took "Forty-two Chapters" into his arms, and put Chen Yuanyuan on the bed rather reluctantly, and jumped onto the bed. Outside the window, he watched the people in the courtyard warily.

I saw the man in his 50s and 60s, wearing coarse cloth pants, white cloth on his head, a wide belt of blue cloth around his waist, sandals on his feet, sad expression, downcast eyebrows, and a pair of peasants. dress up. Song Qingshu didn't dare to despise it. He was full of breath when he heard the other party's voice just now, and he was obviously a master.

"Who is your excellency? I didn't expect that the little Sansheng Nunnery still hides such a master." Song Qingshu gathered his energy, secretly guarded himself, and suddenly had a sense of understanding in his heart, Wu Sangui left such a charming wife in the wilderness. In the wild, people will always be sent to protect.

"I have forgotten my name a long time ago. Even if I remember, I won't tell you this kind of inferior prostitute." The village farmer glanced at Song Qingshu contemptuously.

"Although I enjoy the feeling of being called a thief by a beautiful woman, it always feels so against when a sloppy old man like you is a thief. If it is heard by people of our age, maybe I thought I did something to your chrysanthemum." Song Qingshu felt more sick as he talked, and took a sip.

The village farmer was puzzled, but he planted some chrysanthemums in the vegetable garden, but it was not damaged at all, and even if he destroyed a few plants, it would not be a big deal... and soon thought that the other party was in the house just now. What the dreamer did, he couldn't help but furiously said: "Little thief, the old man hasn't used a knife for decades. Today, in order to walk the way for the sky, I made an exception."

The cold light flashed, and a set of fierce swordsmanship slashed over. Song Qingshu didn’t want to reveal his identity, so he didn’t carry the wooden sword with him~IndoMTL.com~, aware of the cold and threatening sword spirit, did not dare to take it with bare hands, so he had to fold off a small branch next to him and kick it up. The spirit, with branches as a sword, sees tricks and dismantles tricks. The two swords were fast and slow, sometimes they collided dozens of times like a jewel, sometimes they turned around, let alone a single move.

After ten tricks, the two separated. The village farmer looked at Song Qingshu in horror: "The legendary plants, trees, bamboos and rocks can all be swords... Your swordsmanship is so exquisite, why did you fall for yourself and become a martial artist? Shameful thief?"

The shock in Song Qingshu's heart was not less than that of him, and he quickly shouted: "I remember who you are. You are the king of Yum Swordsman Hu Yizhi, but why did you use the Hu Jiadao?"

Hu Yizhi, the king of Yum Swordsman, nicknamed "The King of Swordsman", was said to be the number one beautiful man in martial arts. But once in Chengdu, he accidentally saw Chen Yuanyuan once, and he was overwhelmed and unable to extricate himself. When Chen Yuanyuan was in the palace of Pingxi, he pretended to be a gardener in the palace and planted flowers and weeds for her. Chen Yuanyuan went to Sansheng'an, and Hu Yizhi followed to be a clerk.

The odd is strange. Hu Yizhi is very powerful in martial arts, and Chen Yuanyuan can be said to be at his fingertips in front of him, but he has never thought about it. He only hopes to see her secretly in the morning and evening, and he is satisfied... these twenty years In the middle, he only said thirty-nine sentences to Chen Yuanyuan, and Chen Yuanyuan said fifty-five sentences to him, he remembered clearly, it can be said that he is the most infatuated lover in the golden book.