Chinese heroes against the heavens

Chapter 80 Snatching the Yitian Sword

Seeing Song Qingshu's murderous intent toward Luo Jianguo, Lu Bu immediately turned into an afterimage and rushed towards everyone in Wudang.

Song Qingshu only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then a huge force hit his chest, and he flew upside down, knocking down a group of Wudang disciples.

puff~
Song Qingshu, who was lying on the ground, also realized at this time that he had offended a person who could take his life at any time. When he realized this, he immediately used his bullying style to fear the strong.

Before he could wipe a mouthful of blood from his mouth, he immediately begged for mercy with a look of fear on his face:
"Senior, have mercy on me. This kid is ignorant of Taishan and bumped into senior! I am the son of Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang. If senior is willing to let me go, you can do whatever you want me to do! If I can't do it, let my father do it. , if my father can't do it, so can my master Zhang Sanfeng!"

Seeing Song Qingshu frantically wagging his tail and begging for mercy, Lu Bu felt a little nauseous, not even interested in talking to him, so he went straight up and grabbed Song Qingshu by the neck like a chicken and lifted him up.

The surrounding Wudang disciples backed away desperately, making no move to rescue Song Qingshu.

Zhou Zhiruo, who was on the side, saw Song Qingshu's embarrassment, and was completely disappointed in his heart. Although Lu Bu's strength just now showed that he didn't even have the courage to draw his sword, Song Qingshu, as the first disciple of the three generations of Wudang, just now behaved really unsightly !
If it weren't for today's matter that had a lot to do with me, and Song Qingshu died, I wouldn't be able to please him, Zhou Zhiruo didn't want to care about Song Qingshu's life or death.

"Little girl Zhou Zhiruo of the Emei Sect, please have a lot of seniors, and spare Senior Brother Qingshu this time!"

Lu Bu, who was carrying Song Qingshu, didn't seem to see the lovely and pitiful Zhou Zhiruo in front of him, and continued to slowly increase the strength of pinching Song Qingshu's neck.

"Hoho~"

As Lu Bu's intensity increased, Song Qingshu's face was filled with pain, and his face swelled from red to purple.

Zhou Zhiruo saw that Lu Bu ignored her and instead increased the strength of his hands. He didn't care about any sectarian manners. He only knew that if Song Qingshu died, he would never end well, so he immediately knelt down on the ground and completely put down his pride and figure.

"I also ask the senior to be kind and spare the life of senior brother Qingshu. The little girl is very grateful!"

"Wenhou"

At this time, Luo Jianguo, who had been standing by without making a sound, called to Lv Bu. Hearing this, Lv Bu let go of his hand and threw Song Qingshu to the ground, then looked at Luo Jianguo.

Zhou Zhiruo thanked Luo Jianguo gratefully when she saw Luo Jianguo uttered a voice to save her from the siege.

"Thank you senior, thank you senior!"

Even Song Qingshu, who had just been thrown on the ground by Lu Bu, got up and knelt on the ground, saying thank you non-stop.

"Thank you, senior, for not killing me! Thank you, senior, for not killing me!"

Looking at Song Qingshu who looked like a beetle, Luo Jianguo really couldn't arouse any interest in interacting. If he wasn't afraid that the plot would change too much, he really didn't care about the life and death of this group of people.

"Zhou Zhiruo, I want your Yitian Sword!"

When Zhou Zhiruo, who was still full of gratitude just now, heard that she wanted the Yitian Sword in her hand, her face immediately sank.

"Senior, please forgive me. This Yitian sword was lent by the master of the Emei sect, Master Miejue, to senior Zhang Sanfeng, the head of Wudang. This junior came to retrieve it on behalf of the master, and did not decide on the ownership of this sword. that power."

Zhou Zhiruo knew that with her own strength, she would definitely not be able to keep the Yitian Sword, so she had no choice but to move out her backer, in an attempt to frighten the two people in front of her.

"Marquis Wen, let's do it!"

Speaking of which, Luo Jianguo didn't bother to write ink anymore, so he asked Lu Bu to grab it, and waited for Zhang Wuji's chance to go wrong, what should he do?
讼~
bang~
Understatement
Without any resistance, Zhou Zhiruo was slapped away by Lu Bu's palm, and at the same time, the Yitian Sword in his hand was snatched away.

Tsk tsk, I feel like I'm bullying a child.

"Let's go, Marquis Wen!"

Looking at the backs of the two people who disappeared into the night.

After Song Qingshu thoroughly confirmed that the two had left, he immediately got up from the ground, staggered and ran over to help Zhou Zhiruo who was on the ground.

Zhou Zhiruo felt a burning pain in her chest after receiving Lu Bu's palm, and when she thought of the Yitian sword being taken away, she felt a burst of urgency, and another mouthful of blood spewed out.

Seeing this, Song Qingshu shouted with concern:

"Junior Sister Zhiruo, Junior Sister Zhiruo, are you alright?"

Zhou Zhiruo was lying in Song Qingshu's arms. Looking at Song Qingshu's face, she felt extremely disgusted. If this loser hadn't wanted to play tricks on Zhang Wuji with him, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

First, because of being overwhelmed by anger, she killed Zhang Sanfeng's favorite three-generation disciple Zhang Wuji, and now she lost the Yitian Sword. If Song Qingshu hadn't been considered useful, she would have turned her face.

"Brother Qingshu, what should we do now? Brother Wuji was forced off the cliff by us, and now this Yitian sword has been snatched away. If... if your master and my master find out, they will definitely not let me go. woo woo woo~"

As she said that, Zhou Zhiruo began to cry with a face full of grievances. This delicate and aggrieved appearance was completely different from the fierce appearance when she chased and killed Zhang Wuji and the two just now.

Song Qingshu looked at Zhou Zhiruo who was crying pear blossoms and rain in his arms, and thought of the scene where she desperately pleaded for him just now, and felt infinite pity in her heart.

"Junior Sister Zhiruo, don't worry, when the time comes, we will put everything on Mingjiao's head! It means that the teaching devil took advantage of his uncle and ancestor's retreat to snatch the Yitian sword. Not only did he kill Wuji, but he also took away Yitian Sword! In this way, it has nothing to do with us, at most we will be blamed. Do you think this is okay, Junior Sister Zhiruo?"

Seeing Song Qingshu make up a reasonable explanation so quickly, Zhou Zhiruo felt more relieved, but then he hesitated to speak:
"Senior Brother Qingshu, are they?"

All the Wudang disciples were terrified by Zhou Zhiruo's eyes, okay, these two femme-hearted men and women, are they trying to silence us all?

Thinking of this, these wounded Wudang disciples leaned together silently, the sword in their hands vaguely pointed at Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo.

This change made Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo feel pity deep in their eyes. They weighed it over and over again. Considering that both of them were injured, they were afraid that the news would leak out if they didn't kill them cleanly.

Song Qingshu let go of Zhou Zhiruo's hand, pretended not to notice the Wudang disciples' alertness, walked slowly in front of them, and said with a look of regret:

"Junior Brothers, everyone has seen what happened today. No one wants Junior Brother Wuji's death, but he died because of us after all! So I hope everyone can keep this secret. You must know the death and presence of Junior Brother Wuji. Everyone in the company is inseparable!"

"Everyone knows that the master loves Junior Brother Wuji the most, so if he knows the cause of Junior Brother Wuji's death, I still have a chance as Song Yuanqiao's son, but as ordinary disciples, you must be buried with him!"

These Wudang disciples were terrified after hearing Song Qingshu's words. Seeing that they were frightened by him, Song Qingshu felt relieved and continued to comfort him:
"So please keep this secret together. As a senior brother, the future head of Wudang will definitely not treat you badly. If I, Song Qingshu, eat a bite of meat, you will definitely have a bite of soup!"

Speaking of which, no matter whether these Wudang disciples believed in Song Qing's calligraphy and painting or not, they all knew in their hearts that this was the best solution, so they stopped deadlocking and answered in unison:

"We hope that Senior Brother Song will follow suit!"

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