Flower Stealing Master Chapter 1939: Sister’s resentment

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said: "Yes, if you continue to hide the ghost villa in the dark, I don't know what kind of poisonous tricks will be made next time." This time the opposing party's meticulous layout and the ruthless methods made him think about it. There are still some fears, as long as there is a little surprise today, the Wudang faction will be over.

Song Qingshu said: "Behind the ghost villa is the shadow of the imperial court. No matter how powerful the Wudang Sect is, it is only a martial art sect. It is still a little weak in the face of national power."

Zhang Sanfeng also deeply agrees: "I didn't expect our Wudang faction to be involved in court disputes, but we never got involved in court affairs. Why would we get caught up in the fire?"

Song Qingshu replied: "This is what I am going to investigate."

"I wonder how you plan to investigate?" Zhang Sanfeng asked.

Song Qingshu thought for a while and shook his head and said: "I haven't thought about it yet, but the most urgent thing is to close the news here, lest Ghost Villa gets information."

Yu Lianzhou opened the mouth at the right time: "Qingshu, don't worry, I have passed the order, since the mountain has been closed, no one is allowed to enter or leave. At the same time, I also send people to pay attention to whether there are homing pigeons and the like, so that there will be no news. Pass it out."

Chongxu also said: "My disciples and I have been harassing in Wudang Mountain during this period, and we will not return to Zhenwu Guan for the time being." Among the other four views in Wudang, the leaders of Baiyun Guan and Shangqing Guan belong to the ghost villa. People, their disciples were naturally controlled. Yuqing Guan's master Ma Zhendao died in chaos. His family had no heads, and now they listen to the arrangements of the Wudang Sect. For the rest of Zhenwu Guan, if Chongxu is silent, Wudang Sect. It's really not good to keep him.

Song Qingshu arched his hands: "Thank you for your help. I must find out the conspiracy of the Ghost Villa when I go to Jiangnan."

"Are you leaving again?" Song Yuanqiao was a little bit reluctant. Their father and son had been together little and separated over the years, and they hadn't even seen each other much, which made him quite sad.

Song Qingshu also sighed: "I have been running around these years, and when the future is finalized, I will always be with my father."

Song Yuanqiao laughed and cursed: "What can I do with this bad old man? When the time comes, the Yingyingyanyan around you will not hate me."

The rest of the people smiled knowingly, diluting the bleak gloom that lingered in their hearts. Before everyone heard some rumors, they were a little disapproving. After all, Song Qingshu was grown up by them, thinking that those people in the arena or many are exaggerated. But now that he has seen an ambiguous relationship with Shen Bijun and Xiaolongnv with his own eyes, they can't laugh or cry.

After laughing for a while, Zhang Sanfeng said: "Qing Shu, that girl Li is the Madonna of White Lotus after all, and the White Lotus Sect has always been regarded as an outsider of evil spirits by the big sects of the rivers and lakes. You have a lesson for your uncles, you have to do it for yourself."

Song Qingshu hurriedly explained: "I have nothing to do with her." After all, Li Qingluo bears the name of Mrs. Wang, and the two generations are also different. If they know the true relationship between the two, it would be a bit of a challenge. The cognition of these righteous people, not to mention Li Qingluo didn't want to damage her reputation.

Of course, in his heart, he was a bit dissatisfied with Zhang Sanfeng’s words. Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu were in love with each other. The reason why he came to such a tragic ending is entirely because of his lack of strength. Sent to death?

Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly: "Not the best. By the way, Qingshu, when do you plan to leave?"

Song Qingshu replied: "It should not be too late, I plan to leave tomorrow morning."

"Then you are careful." Zhang Sanfeng asked.

Next, a group of uncles and uncles also urged him on various things, and a group of people discussed the ghost villa from time to time. It was already midnight after Song Qingshu came out from Zhang Sanfeng.

Song Qingshu thought that if he wanted to break into the internal investigation of the ghost villa, he would still need the help of Li Qingluo, and he came to her residence.

"Who?" The little dragon girl in the room asked when she heard a knock on the door.

"It's me." Song Qingshu replied.

There was silence in the room for a while, and then Xiaolongnu's answer came: "The cousin said that the night is already late, and it is inconvenient to meet lone men and widows. I'll talk about it tomorrow morning."

"You little girl, why do you have to say that I said it!" Li Qingluo's voice soon came from the room.

"Didn't you say it?" Xiaolongnu asked blankly.

When Song Qingshu heard the words of the two women outside, he couldn't help laughing. He cleared his throat and said, “Since it’s inconvenient, I won’t come in. I’ll just tell you that I will leave for Jiangnan tomorrow morning. Baggage."

The room fell into silence again soon, and after a long time Li Qingluo’s voice came: "You are leaving tomorrow morning, why are we going with you? You and that little lover are traveling all the way, what are we doing on the other side? It's something, you go by yourself, and I still have to heal my wounds here."

Song Qingshu laughed: "It's okay, but don't blame me for not reminding you, this time the ghost villa's conspiracy has caused heavy losses to Wudang Mountain, especially Yu Qingguan, even the head of the master is dead, his disciple Calling to avenge him, there are a lot of Master Taishi who do not blame you, but the following people are not sure."

After a pause, Song Qingshu added: "Also, Wudang Mountain is now closed. No one except me is allowed to enter or leave. If you plan to be a Taoist aunt here for a lifetime, then continue to stay here. ."

"Count you cruel!" Li Qingluo gritted her teeth from the room.

"Well, I will pick you up tomorrow morning."

Song Qingshu was about to leave~IndoMTL.com~ But the door opened, and I saw Xiaolongnu standing at the door gracefully in a white dress. There was a trace of sadness between her eyebrows: "Cousin, she is seriously injured, I am afraid she will not be able to handle it. Let’s go all the way."

Song Qingshu replied: "Don't worry, after getting off the Wudang Mountain, we will enter the Yangtze River from the Han River, and we will take a boat all the way. Then she will be able to recover well, and I can also help her to heal her injuries."

"That's fine." The little dragon girl nodded, and then slammed the door.

Song Qingshu was startled. He originally wanted to get some home-cooked stuff with her. After all, he hadn't seen each other for so long, but ended up eating a closed door. The sisters who wanted to come to the house seemed to be quite dissatisfied with him.

With a wry smile, Song Qingshu decided not to touch the mold, and went back to his yard, and found that the light in the room was still on. Shen Bijun was sitting at the table with his hands and he did not fall asleep.

"Qingshu, why are you still asleep?" Song Qingshu felt a little distressed.

"Waiting for you~" Seeing the lover's return, Shen Bijun was overjoyed and hurriedly got up to greet him.

Touched her hand and found that it was a little cold, Song Qingshu said pityingly: "You should sleep first, I am not sure when I come back."

Shen Bijun's face flushed: "Such a big thing happened on the mountain today, how can I sleep. And if I sleep, should I leave the door for you? If I don’t stay, I’m afraid you won’t be able to come in. , What if someone else gets in touch."

"Your thoughts are really delicate," Song Qingshu laughed, "You don't have to leave the door for me in the future, I can come in."

"Can you come in even if the door is locked?" Shen Bijun bit his lip, "It seems that Song Lang did not do anything like stealing incense in the middle of the night."

Song Qingshu's old face was hot, and wisely not entangled in this issue, she hugged her directly in her exclamation: "I have to hurry tomorrow, rest early."