Flower Stealing Master Chapter 1815: Sorrow comes from the heart

Song Qingshu couldn't help but said: "The reason you want to travel is probably not to persuade them, but the main reason is that Huo Du is still nearby."

Huo Qingtong's cheeks reddened, and he snorted: "What's wrong with doing two things with one stone."

Wang Yuyan looked at Song Qingshu and said softly: "Big Brother Song, Sister Huo has travelled all the way to the Central Plains. It is very hard to run for the future of the people, so you should stop embarrassing her." She talked with Huo Qingtong. , Had considerable respect for this strong heroine, and naturally did not want her to be ridiculed by Song Qingshu.

It is rare to hear Wang Yuyan softly begging. Although Song Qingshu is not Duan Yu, he still feels better at hearing it. Naturally, I am ashamed to continue to embarrass Huo Qingtong.

Soon the group finished their breakfast and set off towards Leigu Mountain. The town where they had settled before was not far from Leigu Mountain. The group rode horses and galloped, and finally reached the realm of Leigu Mountain early the next morning.

I went straight up the mountain road and walked to midday. The terrain got higher and higher. Finally, the horses could no longer go up. The group of people had to get off their horses and walk for more than half an hour. They came to one place and saw the bamboo trees, the scenery was quiet and quiet. , A pavilion is built with giant bamboo beside the mountain stream, and it is elegant and ingenious. Bamboo is the pavilion, and the pavilion is the bamboo. At first glance, it is impossible to distinguish whether it is a bamboo forest or a pavilion.

Huo Qingtong was living in Xinjiang, and he couldn't help but admire the exquisite scenery. Even Song Qingshu and Wang Yuyan who grew up in southern China secretly admired this quiet design.

There were two young men in the pavilion standing in front of the people in rural clothes. They walked in front of the crowd and bowed and saluted: "How many are here to participate in the Zhenlong chess game?" At the same time, they were secretly startled. Handsome, handsome, charming and graceful, even that monk is a precious and solemn, is it a figure from heaven?

The two people were upright and full of age, and couldn't help but secretly look at a few beautiful women. It's a pity that some of the women's looks were so outstanding, as if there was an invisible light, they didn't dare to look at them.

Seeing all the small movements of several people, Song Qingshu smiled slightly, thinking that when he was young in his previous life, he wanted to look at beautiful women in the same way but didn't dare to look at them.

The young man noticed his smiling eyes, and couldn't help but flushed. He hurriedly took out a firecracker from his arms and set it on fire. With a bang, the firecracker rushed into the sky. Ordinary artillery battles were once "pop", followed by a "pat" in mid-air, which exploded to pieces. After the artillery battle flew into the air, it was patted and patted three times in a row.

Li Qiushui frowned slightly: "It seems that he should be Su Xinghe's disciple and grandson, martial arts did not learn very well, it is full of strange and obscene skills." She was a little far apart, and the young man did not hear clearly, otherwise it is indispensable. Come out to maintain the majesty of the Patriarch.

Soon a group of people came on the mountain road, there were more than 30 people, all dressed as peasants, each carrying a long sword in their hands. When I got close, I saw that these long objects were not weapons, but bamboo sticks. A rope net is tied between every two bamboo bars for people to ride.

The young man arched his hands and said, "My master is so pleased, everyone is welcome, just sit on it."

Everyone realized that this should be a bamboo sedan chair specially designed for mountain roads. Li Qiushui snorted: "These people are slow, I don't have the time to spend with them." The voice just fell and the whole person was the same. The wisps of smoke flew up the mountain, and the disciples dressed as peasants were stunned.

Kumazhi is also amazed: "Lingbo Weibu, really is the best light in the world."

"You can't let the temptress go ahead." Seeing Li Qiushui was gone, Tianshan Tong's grandmother was worried that she would see Wuyazi first, so she hurriedly caught up with her.

Song Qingshu was stunned: "These two people are really impatient, let's go up too." Since the two had already taken the lead and ran up the mountain, they naturally couldn't take the bamboo sedan chair to follow behind. Be able to carry light work to follow behind.

Kuma’s intellectual skills are high, and he is also vigorous and vigorous on this rugged mountain slope. Li Qinglu will also take a small step. As a disciple of Li Qiushui’s careful training, his skills are also outstanding among the younger generation. Naturally There is no problem.

Only Wang Yuyan doesn't know much about martial arts, and looking at this rugged and steep mountain road is a bit difficult. Although Li Qinglu is willing to help, but his skills are limited, there is nothing wrong with it alone. Taking another person is really not enough.

Actually, Li Qiushui came across a similar situation along the way with Wang Yuyan wading through the mountains and rivers, but it was a pity that he left this granddaughter aside as he saw Wuyazi today.

"Menglang, can you help her." Seeing the embarrassment of her cousin, Li Qinglu said to Song Qingshu.

Nowadays, on the rugged mountain roads, the so-called help is indispensable to hug and hug. Actually Song Qingshu comes from later generations. Such physical contact is not a big deal, but considering the conservative atmosphere of this era, and in the presence of Li Qinglu, it is true No matter what is too close to the sister-in-law.

But now Li Qinglu took the initiative, and Wang Yuyan's face turned red, but did not refuse, Song Qingshu naturally did not hesitate to come to her: "Miss Wang, I will take you up."

Wang Yuyan was a little dazed: "Thank you, Brother Song." At the same time, she felt a little weird in her heart. She always felt that he was taking advantage of him, so why should I thank him...

Song Qingshu's thoughts have flown to the top of Zhenlong chess game, thinking about why there are so many martial arts people, naturally there is no time to care about the girl's random thoughts at this time, he picked up her slender waist, and the touch of a full grip made him Could not help but feel a sway in my heart.

If it's Duan Yu, I'm afraid you've got a nosebleed by now, right? Song Qingshu guessed maliciously. At the same time, with a little tiptoe and big sleeves fluttering, he took the lead ~ IndoMTL.com~ He didn't run fast, but he was floating on this steep mountain road like a wind without touching the ground. Suddenly he sank into the bamboo forest in front of him.

Huo Qingtong, who was behind, had always been dissatisfied with him. In addition, I had only heard about his martial arts, but I had never seen him make a move. Now I can see him with the lightness of being banished from the sky, I can’t help but admire him secretly. : Although this person is a bit disgusting, but Qinggong is really powerful. The whole return to Xinjiang, no, even if it is counted as Mingjiao, I am afraid that Zhang Jiaozhu does not have this light...

Since Song Qingshu has set off, Li Qinglu naturally followed up with Ling Bo's microsteps. In desperation, Huo Qingtong could only use light work to follow up. It is a pity that although her martial arts are good, she can only be considered good. Where Comparable to Song Qingshu and Kumozhi who stand at the top of the rivers and lakes? Even though he tried his best and screamed out of sweat, he was still farther and farther away from the people in front of him, and soon they disappeared from sight.

Huo Qingtong has been carrying the important task of guarding the tribe over the years. Unfortunately, Mongolia is getting stronger and stronger, and the Hui tribe is getting weaker and weaker. She sees no hope at all. This time, she is desperate to come to the Central Plains and hope that all countries will unite. Fighting against Mongolia together, but as the leader of one party, how could she not know that all countries are for their own consideration, and the hope of uniting together is simply very slim.

Even if this is the case, she has always endured her persistence, but now in the entire mountains, there is no more people looking at it, she seems to be abandoned here by the world, and she can't help but feel a little sad when she thinks of the heavy burden on her shoulders. Come, the teardrops can't help but fall down the wheel from the cheek, can't stop it.

"You don't need to cry if you can't keep up, right?" At this moment, a joking voice suddenly came from her side. Huo Qingtong looked up and didn't know when Song Qingshu had come to her.

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