Flower Stealing Master Chapter 309: The devil said the devil

"It's just a matter of raising your hand, Miss Li doesn't have to worry about it." Song Qingshu put down the wine glass, smiled faintly, just like that, watching Li Mochou up close.

Pink face and peach cheeks, chest shrugged and straight, so tall and tall, there should be a pair of straight legs under the loose robes. She is really a stunning beauty. According to the original description, her beauty should be no less than that of the little dragon girl. When I saw it now, it was true.

Sweeping Song Qingshu's gaze, Li Mochou felt quite uncomfortable standing there. If an ordinary man looked at her like this, she would have turned her face. However, the other party's eyes were kind, and his eyes were more of appreciation, not to mention that Li Mochou had difficulty feeling disgusted when he first rescued him, so he had to stand there quietly.

However, Li Mochou has never been seen by a man like this in so many years, and his cheeks are inevitably hot, and soon his cheeks become dizzy.

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

The Golden Wheel Fa King’s face changed slightly, and Xuan Cheng thunderously struck him. He thought that he would have to avoid the sharp edge for a while. He didn’t expect this young man to knock a tens of kilograms of Zen stick into the air with just one chopstick. That skill and grasp of the precision of force is really appalling.

Zhao Min only saw the appearance of Song Qingshu at this time, he couldn't help but was taken aback, and he gave a faint stunned expression: "Why is it him?"

"Minmin, do you know him?" Hua Zheng felt that the young man had a special calmness and dusty air in him. Hearing Zhao Min muttering to himself, he couldn't help but look at her curiously.

"It's a acquaintance," Zhao Min hasn't recovered from the shock. "It's strange, how does it look completely different from before?"

The former Song Qingshu had the nickname of "Jade Face Mengchang", and his appearance was naturally romantic and suave, but his narrow-mindedness in the past led to a gloomy and unreliable air on his face. Today's Song Qingshu is getting higher and higher, and Shenlong Island is awakened by Ouyang Feng's words, the temperament of the whole person has suddenly changed, the light is introverted, and the dust is elegant.

"Amitabha Buddha, who is the benefactor and why did you want to save this enchantress?" Xuan Cheng was surprised when he saw Song Qingshu's chopsticks fly off his Zen stick. Before he left the Shaolin Temple, except for the figure in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, He didn't pay attention to the others.

I don't know that a small inn has met so many masters. The two wretched old men and the monk with a big wheel, although not as good as himself, they must not be too far behind. But the young man in front of him, who is only in his twenties, has an unfathomable feeling sitting there. When is there such a powerful young man in the world?

"We are only a group of people here. Seeing that this girl is about to die on the spot, she couldn't bear it, so I tried to save her. I hope the master will forgive me."

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

Seeing Song Qingshu's hesitation, Xuan Cheng's face flashed blue, and he quickly filtered the list of young masters in the rivers and lakes, constantly guessing the identity of the man in front of him, Bei Qiaofeng? Appearance is out of age. Nan Murong? Martial arts does not seem to be so high. Could it be that person?

"It turned out to be the Master Zhang of Mingjiao, why should you hide it?" Xuan Cheng couldn't help but sneered.

Song Qingshu laughed dumbly and turned to look at Zhao Min: "Even if I am willing to be the sweetheart of the princess, she might not be happy."

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

Zhao Min has a noble background and many top martial arts masters have taught her martial arts, so she has a pretty demeanor. A bow and arrow was thrown by her casually, no less than the arrow shot by a warrior in the army.

With Song Qingshu’s current skill, naturally he didn’t care too much. He calmly raised his hand and clamped the arrow firmly with his fingers, with an expression like this: "Master Xuancheng, you have seen it, unless Mongolia has bows and arrows. The custom of being a hydrangea."

Zhao Min's face was cold, and he was about to do it, but suddenly he 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 Wudang school's kungfu is really true. Broad and profound."

What a great character!

Song Qingshu laughed bitterly. For many years, Shaolin Wudang has been at odds. For one thing, Shaolin Temple felt that Zhang Sanfeng was a Shaolin traitor. Wudang's martial arts were all secretly learned from Shaolin Temple. Of course, people in the Wudang Sect were not happy. They all learned martial arts. Zhang Sanfeng was uprightly invented; the Shaolin Temple forced Zhang Cuishan to death, and at the same time, Yu Daiyan was cut off by the Shaolin Temple's unique vigorous Jingang finger. Therefore, although the two families are both martial arts masters and decent sects, the relationship has been very tense.

Xuan Cheng was addicted to martial arts and became mad. He heard that Wudang Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts was superb, coupled with the deep-rooted martial arts disputes, this trip down the mountain has always had the idea of ​​going to Wudang Mountain for a while.

Hearing Zhao Min poking the identity of Song Qingshu's Wudang faction, Xuan Cheng sneered: "It turns out to be the disciple and grandson of the Shaolin traitor. No wonder it's so defiant."

As soon as this remark came out, the atmosphere in the inn suddenly became tense. Zhao Min didn't expect Xuancheng to be so unrelenting. Zhang Sanfeng was highly respected, but he called him a Shaolin traitor. Song Qingshu, as a Wudang disciple, involved the ancestor's reputation, and I am afraid it would be an endless situation.

Sure enough, Song Qingshu's face changed. Although he has no feelings for Wudang Sect and has been expelled from Wudang Sect, he has been branded by Wudang Sect. Finally, the reputation of the whitewashed is a bit ugly.

"Song is not talented, and he also knows that Shaolin martial arts pays attention to the use of Buddhism to resolve the hostility in martial arts. The higher the Buddhism, the higher the martial arts talent. As a Buddhist disciple, you have no compassion, and your outlet is greed and hatred. I'm so foolish, I'm really ashamed to be an eminent monk of the Xuanzi generation." Song Qingshu's tone is flat, and the two are compared, and onlookers do feel that Xuancheng has fallen behind.

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Xuan Cheng was surprised and inexplicably surprised, wondering why it was exactly the same as that of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion? 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 a dead mouse, he couldn’t help but snorted: “Wudang is known as a decent school, but you are greedy for beauty and save Li Mochou. This demon. The disciple is like this, the Wudang school style can be seen."

When Xuan Cheng said this, Xia Qingqing grabbed Song Qingshu angrily. Li Mochou was also embarrassed standing there, but Song Qingshu himself was very calm: "First, Song is no longer a Wudang clan, then A Shaomin princess can testify for me.” He raised his hand to signal Zhao Min, but in exchange for a hum.

Song Qingshu didn't care too much, and continued: "Secondly, the monk, which one of your eyes saw me was because you were greedy for beauty and saved this Daoist Li?"

"Just now, when you looked at the look of this demon girl's whole body with wicked brows and mouse eyes, everyone in the court could see it." Xuan Cheng's tone was full of ridicule.

"I can testify for Master Xuancheng on this point," Zhao Min clapped his hands, fearing that the world would not be chaotic. "Song Shaoxia just looked at the eyes of Daochang Li, and I just want to strip it..."

Half talking, Zhao Min deliberately stopped speaking, but the meaning was self-evident. The two elders Xuan Ming on the side saw the master's words, and they even added oil and jealousy to agree, accompanied by unbridled and obscene laughter.

Li Mo was trembling with sorrow. Although he was concerned about their martial arts, he still couldn't help but was trembling and ready to take action. At this time Song Qingshu gently pressed her shoulder and shook her head slightly.

Since walking around the rivers and lakes, I have always kept clean and self-conscious. Let alone contact with a man, if a man looks at her more, Li Mochou will probably blind him. At this time, Song Qingshu’s hand is on his shoulder, but there is nothing in the world. Anger, feeling the warmth of the palm from his shoulders, Li Mochou suddenly felt a shyness of a girl.

Seeing Li Mochou gradually calmed down, Song Qingshu just looked at Xuancheng and said, "I have a story here, and the monk can comment on it."

Everyone in the inn was feeling baffled, but Song Qingshu just said, "Once upon a time, there was an old monk with a young monk on a trip. When he encountered a river on the way, he saw a woman who was thinking about crossing the river, but he didn't dare to cross it. The old monk took the initiative to recite it. The woman waded across the river, then put the woman down, and continued on the road with the little monk. The little monk couldn't help but muttered: What happened to the master? How dare you cross the river with a woman on his back? I walked all the way~IndoMTL.com~Thinking about it all the way, finally couldn't help it. , Said: Master, have you violated the precept? Why did you recite the woman? The old monk sighed: I have already let go, but you still can't let go!"

Song Qingshu quickly stopped speaking, but everyone in the field understood what he meant, thinking that Master Xuancheng, who was the first person in Shaolin in two hundred years, was compared to him as a little monk who couldn't let go, they all showed a good show. Smile.

"Song Shaoxia is eloquent, but no matter how arrogant words are, it can't cover up the fact that your Excellency took action to save Li Mochou, this demon girl." Seeing Xuancheng's big bald head rose red, Zhao Minqiang held back a smile and said to help.

"I was really right by the princess. Song has no hobbies on weekdays, just that he has no resistance to witches. When seeing witches, he can't help but feel pity, fragrant and cherishing jade," Song Qingshu suddenly changed. Seeing Zhao Min smiled and said, "However, when the word demon girl is spoken from the princess, there is really no convincing power. When it comes to demon girl, who can compare to the princess?"

When Song Qingshu said frankly that she liked the demon girl, and also called Zhao Min a demon girl, Princess Huazheng couldn't help but chuckle, leaning over and whispering in Zhao Min's ear, and while speaking, she gestured Song Qingshu's direction with her eyes, Zhao Min A pretty face quickly became red and white for a while.

"Shen Jian Baxiong, let me shoot them to death." Zhao Min said coldly.

"Yes!" God Arrow Baxiong did not hesitate at all, hitting the strings and pulling the bow in one go. They are all great shooters. It is not a problem to shoot three arrows with one bow at the same time, and the shooting is extremely amazing. After one arrow is shot, the next three arrows are already on the string, without a slight pause.

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

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