Flower Stealing Master Chapter 99: The handsome boy

Chapter 99, a handsome boy

Song Qingshu replied respectfully: "The last time Song Mou and the old gentleman competed in Yunvfeng, thinking about the cliff. It seems that the old gentleman has lived in seclusion on the cliff in the past few decades."

"Thinking over the cliff?" Mu Ren cleared his face with hesitation, thinking that the cliff was the site of the Huashan Qi Sect. As the head of the Jianzong, it was not so convenient to go there.

After a long time, Mu Renqing sighed: "It's fine, if I can see the little uncle, what if the old man has a cheeky trip to the Qizong."

"If the head of Mu finds it inconvenient, we can sneak up to the cliff of thought. The Qizong talents are withered and it is difficult to find our trace." Seeing Mu Renqing full of contradictions, Song Qingshu suggested.

Mu Renqing looked unhesitating: "We don't do shameful things, why do we be so sneaky? Qingqing, you can follow me to the Yunv Peak to meet the head of Yue. If Song Shaoxia is interested, you can Follow along." After speaking, he waved his sleeves and went straight to Yunvfeng.

Xia Qingqing turned her head and stuck out her tongue at Song Qingshu, hurriedly trot to catch up.

"These are decent and upright, and there are so many rules." Song Qingshu was kind, boring, and felt very awkward. Fortunately, seeing Xia Qingqing act like such a child, he was suddenly happy, Pidian Pidian followed Past.

Receiving a notification from a disciple, that the head of Jianzong came to visit himself, Yue Buqun hurriedly greeted him, but he was surprised: The Second Sect of Jian Qi has not been in contact for decades, and I don’t know what the other party is doing. purpose?

Song Qingshu saw a scholar dressed in a blue shirt in the middle, with five willows under his chin and long beards. His face was like a crown jade, and his face was upright. I thought it was no wonder that the name of the gentleman sword was famous in the martial arts, and this pair of skins was really good.

The group was greeted by the Huashan School’s Jianqi Chongxiao Hall. Mu Renqing hadn’t set foot on the Yunv Peak for decades. Looking at the familiar plants and trees along the way, he was in a trance as if he had returned to his teacher’s apprenticeship. On the days of studying art, after seeing the four characters "Sword Qi Rushing into the Sky" on the high-hanging plaque, Mu Renqing couldn't help it anymore, and tears appeared in his eyes.

Seeing Mu Renqing's excitement, Yue Buqun was also full of emotion, and coughed slightly: "I don't know what Brother Mu is asking for Yue..."

Before he finished speaking, Yue Buqun swept his gaze to Song Qingshu in the corner, as if he had seen a ghost. He pulled out his sword and pointed at Song Qingshu, gritted his teeth and said: "Dog thief, you dare to come here! "

The disciples of the Huashan Sect were not aware of the reason, but they also surrounded Song Qingshu when they saw the master draw the sword.

"Hey, hey, head Yue, I'm not familiar with you. If you call me like this, I will sue you for slander." Song Qingshu was depressed by his dog thief.

"In the battle of Mount Tai, you, as the eagle dog of the Qing court, forced the Taishan faction to submit a list to the Qing court, and indirectly killed the leader of the rebel army, the Golden Snake King..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Song Qingshu glanced back at Xia Qingqing, saw her expressionless, and secretly squeezed a cold sweat: "On the top of the Jade Emperor Song, the ninety-ninth chapter is a handsome boy.

What's wrong with defeating the masters you sent? As for the death of the Golden Snake King, don't buckle such a big **** bowl on me. "

The Mu Renqing on the side was thinking about the clear wind on the cliff. How could he be willing to sprout branches, he quickly persuaded: "Yue Zhangmen, Song Shaoxia is not malicious in this trip. Mu Mou just learned from him about the Huashan School. Great secret, I came to ask the head of Yue for advice."

"Oh?" Yue Buqun's expression tightened, and he quickly raised his head and told his disciples, "You go out first."

"Yes!" A group of Huashan disciples retired one after another.

"I am the most knowledgeable and interesting person, you talk slowly, I will go out first to get some air." Song Qingshu stood up, stretched out, and walked out swaggeringly.

Xia Qingqing wanted to call him, but after hesitating for a moment, he watched his back disappear at the door.

Walking out of the Sword Qi Chongxiao Hall, Song Qingshu glanced at the Zhonghuashan disciple in the martial arts training ground, and asked curiously: "Which of you is Linghu Chong?"

The people in the field looked at each other. After a while, a pretty girl poked her head out and asked crisply: "What are you looking for?"

A beautiful face with melon seeds, a pair of black and white eyes came into view, Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "This must be Miss Yue, and I am a friend of Linghuchong, I want to have a swig with him."

"Hmph, don't lie." Yue Lingshan wrinkled her nose, "You obviously don't even know what my brother looks like, how could it be his friend."

"Does the girl not know that there is still friendship in this world?" Song Qingshu laughed, "I am not only a friend of Linghuchong, but also knows that he is thinking hard about girls."

Yue Lingshan also knows a little bit about the feelings of the big brother. When Song Qingshu said it, she couldn't help but blush. She was about to refute, but she didn't know what to say, so she froze there for a while.

"What a disciple!" With a cold rebuke, a young boy with beautiful eyes and beautiful looks came out more and more, guarding Yue Lingshan behind him.

"Are you a man or a woman?" Song Qingshu was taken aback, staring at him in a daze.

The young man hated being seen as a woman the most in his life. He was furious and drew his sword and stabbed him, knowing that the tip of the sword was three inches in front of the opponent, and he couldn't move forward anymore.

Song Qingshu's fingers shook, and a dark energy was sent over. The young man felt his tiger's mouth numb, and he could no longer hold the sword in his hand, and he fell back unsteadily.

Yue Lingshan hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and a group of apprentice brothers looked at Song Qingshu in horror. The martial arts demonstrated by the other party was far beyond the realm they could understand.

Looking at the "Huashan Lin Pingzhi" engraved on the sword, Song Qingshu was in a daze. He raised his head and looked at Lin Ping again.

At the beginning, I read the original work by myself, and even thought he was the protagonist of Swordsman. Although Lin Pingzhi's face was as soft as a woman, his heart was abnormally rigid. When he was desperate, the phrase "I would rather be a beggar than a thief" once made him an audience at the time, Chapter 99, a handsome boy

My heart couldn't be calm for a long time.

Song Qingshu admires Lin Pingzhi's character, but in the original book he bears blood and deep hatred, and then learns that his beloved master has always used his family inherited swordsmanship for warding off evil, and desperate for humanity. Also changed from an upright hero to a gloomy and treacherous young man...

"You are Lin Pingzhi? You come with me, I have something to say to you." Song Qingshu turned around and walked a few steps, and found that there was no movement behind, he couldn't help but snorted: "What's the matter, you dare?"

People in the rivers and lakes have always coveted the Lin Family's evil swordsmanship. Seeing Song Qingshu recognized him, he subconsciously guarded against it, but when he heard the other party's excitement, he said with hatred, "Why not dare!" Waved to stop Yue Lingshan. Pulling, the footsteps firmly followed Song Qingshu.

The two came to a secluded place, Lin Pingzhi saw that there was no one around, raised his head and said: "What is your advice?"

Song Qingshu turned around and stared at Lin Pingzhi and looked at it carefully. Seeing that the other party was already impatient, he smiled and said: "Young man, I think your bones are amazed. You must be a martial arts wizard. I will give you a set of peerless magic. In the future, the important task of maintaining justice and peace in the universe will be left to you!" Chapter 100 Comprehend the Same Sickness

Lin Pingzhi looked back at him warily, without speaking.

Song Qingshu was boring and didn't care, and continued: "I have a set of swordsmanship here. I will show it to you in full. I would like to learn as you please."

I didn't wait for the other party to answer when he finished speaking, the wooden sword was unsheathed, and the sword walked lightly, showing him the five-mountain divine sword that he had summarized.

At first, Lin Pingzhi thought that the other party was teasing him. After watching for a while, he found that the other party was showing him a set of exquisite swordsmanship, and it was much more advanced than the master usually taught them.

As the opponent's rehearsal, Lin Pingzhi's temples sweated slightly. He only felt that he remembered this move, and forgot that move. After dozens of moves, even the previously memorized move was forgotten, and he couldn't help thinking of his own burden. A sea of blood and deep enmity, and now there is a high level of martial arts in front of him, but he dullly cannot remember, endless regret and despair arise spontaneously.

After Song Qingshu finished the demonstration, he looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was sweating profusely, and asked: "How much do you remember?"

Lin Pingzhi's lips were bitten by his teeth and bleeding, and said annoyedly: "I didn't remember one layer."

This time it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned, and subconsciously said: "It's really a pig to worship you as the king."

When he heard his words, Lin Pingzhi's face was even more embarrassed. After a burst of blue and red, it suddenly turned into blue-grey, so pale that it was so white.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, Song Qingshu was in a daze as if he saw the scene where he was on a whim in his previous life and went to a martial artist to learn some Baguazhang. Before studying, I imagined that I was the protagonist of martial arts novels, and he would be able to read it once. As a result, the martial artist taught him every move. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. The frustration of the contrast made him unforgettable.

Is Lin Pingzhi an ordinary person without the protagonist's aura? Song Qingshu showed a slight smile and comforted: "You are too low in martial arts now. You can't remember these advanced swordsmanship and you can't blame you. Well, I have a way, you look into my eyes."

Lin Ping looked up consciously and saw the dark and deep pupils of the other party, his eyes suddenly became confused, and the whole person seemed to have entered a void space.

Suddenly the figure of Song Qingshu appeared in front of my eyes, only to see the other party smile, and said: "I use the soul transfer technique to imprint the sword technique in your mind, but this is not your own after all, it's just for your convenience. When you are in doubt, you can only learn this sword technique after you have passed it thoroughly."

Lin Pingzhi heard it in a cloud of clouds, with a thousand doubts in his heart, before he spoke, the other party practiced the sword technique again, and quickly remembered it intently.

I don't know why, this time I just feel like a divine enlightenment. After a set of swordsmanship, I remember every detail clearly.

There was a snapping sound in his ear, Lin Pingzhi woke up from the chaos, his thoughts moved, every move and every style of swordsmanship clearly came to his mind, and he could not help but look at Song Qingshu with surprises: "I I remember the hundredth chapter pity for the same disease