Fragrance Stealer

"Hey, I don't have a carriage, and I don't have a horse. How far is this journey, Shuang'er, I miss you so much." After driving for a while, Wei Xiaobao complained endlessly.

"It's really useless!" Shui Sheng muttered disdainfully, all these misfortunes came from him, of course Shui Sheng would not give him a good face.

"Stinky bitch, what are you talking about?" Wei Xiaobao gave her a hard look, and then a scolding battle began.

Hundreds of words are omitted here...

Shui Sheng, a big girl with yellow flowers, is no match for Wei Xiaobao who was born in the market.Soon his cheeks were flushed with anger, his eyes were full of tears, and he wished he could kill him with a sword.

Song Qingshu clucked his tongue secretly as he listened to it from the sidelines, it would be embarrassing for his insignificant conduct in front of Wei Xiaobao.

With a light cough, Song Qingshu interrupted the scolding battle between the two. Song Qingshu deliberately showed off in front of the two of them. For Wei Xiaobao, he wanted to increase his weight in the other party's heart; Instinct on display.

"It's too slow to walk like this. Come closer to me, and I'll take you to Gusu." Song Qingshu greeted.

The two walked over suspiciously, Song Qingshu wrapped Shui Sheng's slender waist with his left hand, lifted Wei Xiaobao's shoulder with his right hand, and performed the lightness kung fu of stepping on the sand without a trace. The three of them quickly disappeared into the distance like a wisp of green smoke.

Being hugged by Song Qingshu, Shui Sheng realized the terrifying speed of the three of them before he came and screamed. Looking at the trees that quickly disappeared behind him, Shui Sheng looked back at Song Qingshu's profile with a complicated expression: Cousin is far behind him in terms of talent, appearance and martial arts... Oh, Shui Sheng, what are you thinking...

Different from Shui Sheng's complicated thoughts, Wei Xiaobao let out a "yo ha", looking very excited, thinking in his heart, if he has such a good lightness kung fu, who will catch up with him if he runs away?

Wei Xiaobao is a person who will do it when he thinks about it, and immediately asked: "Brother Song, can you teach me this lightness kung fu?"

Song Qingshu said with a wry smile: "This lightness exercise consumes a lot of internal energy. Brother Wei, you don't have the slightest foundation in internal energy, so you can't learn it."

"Oh~" Wei Xiaobao's disappointment was beyond words, and he turned around and noticed that Song Qingshu was holding Shui Sheng in his arms gently, but he was lifting his shoulders to himself, and he couldn't help but think angrily: "It can't be that this little boy is hiding his secrets and refuses to teach me, right?" .”

In his previous life, Song Qingshu was also a master at observing words and emotions. He was worried that he would plant a grudge when he spoke just now, and quickly added: "Actually, I know that there is an extremely light kung fu in the world. It can be used without any internal strength, and it is very suitable for Brother Wei."

"What is that?" Wei Xiaobao regained his energy all of a sudden.

"God is ever-changing," Song Qingshu spit out a few words lightly, "Tie Jianmen's unique skills, and what's more coincidentally, the Yuan Chengzhi we are going to deal with happens to be able to do it."

"That's good, it doesn't take much effort to get here," Wei Xiaobao chuckled, "If you catch him in the future, you will definitely torture him and ask him about this light skill."

"Brother Wei is really smart by nature, and now he can speak idioms."

"Brother Song, those idioms know me, but I don't know them. This is what I heard from the books before."

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After half a day of driving, Song Qingshu still had two people with him, and felt a little tired. It happened to be noon, so he stopped at a market on the side of the road, found the largest restaurant among them, and prepared Take a rest and hurry on your way.

"I'm away from home, why don't I have this?" Wei Xiaobao took out a stack of thick bank notes, "Brother Song is good at martial arts, but he definitely doesn't have as much money as me, don't be polite to me today, pick the most expensive one, Xiaoer , first serve your tea and snacks one by one."

The three of them sat down in the private room on the second floor, and Shui Sheng sneered disdainfully: "Upstart."

Song Qingshu admired Wei Xiaobao's generosity and generosity, and was about to compliment Wei Xiaobao when he suddenly heard a deep voice from downstairs: "Ms. Mu, I have spared your life several times, if you keep pestering me, don't blame the poor." You are welcome, monk."

Chapter 58 The Gathering of the Big Four

Song Qingshu's heart moved, and he looked downstairs, only to see two men and two women walking in, a monk about 50 years old, clothed with straw shoes, his face seemed to have precious light flowing, he looked like a super expert.

Another young man, who looked like a son of a family, with a jade face and a gentle temperament, was looking at the side face of a girl in a lotus-colored shirt beside him with an expression on his face.

The girl frowned slightly, with a cowardly look, it was Wang Yuyan who had met in Mantuo Villa that day.

Not far from them, a young girl in black grasped the hilt of her sword and followed in unhurriedly.

"Mohaka cara, I swear pure and perfect precepts. Why does King Ming get angry with a little girl? Why don't you come up and have a glass of water and wine?" I worked hard to study some Buddhist knowledge, so I explained the origin of King Dalunming in just one word.

Moha Kakra is the transliteration of Dalun Mingwang Sanskrit. Jiumozhi did not expect that someone in the south of the Yangtze River could recognize him at a glance. He looked up and saw that he was only a young man. Under suspicion, he walked up with Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu. When Mu Wanqing saw Song Qingshu, there was a gleam of joy in his eyes, and soon he thought of something again, his expression darkened, and he followed with a complicated expression.

"I'm dead, I'm dead! Where did such a beautiful woman come from? If this beautiful woman were to be my wife, the little emperor wouldn't mind switching places with me. I, Wei Xiaobao, live my life like this. No matter what, I must marry this girl as my wife!" As soon as Wang Yuyan went upstairs, Wei Xiaobao's chest seemed to be hit hard by an invisible heavy hammer, his mouth parched and he was stunned.

The man's instinct made Duan Yu immediately realize the covetousness in Wei Xiaobao's eyes, and he couldn't help but subconsciously block Wang Yuyan, blocking the other's hot gaze.

Noticing his actions, Mu Wanqing felt a pain in her heart, and sat next to Song Qingshu in a fit of anger.

"Farewell to Huashan, I didn't expect us to meet so soon." Song Qingshu turned his head and looked at Mu Wanqing. The beautiful woman's face has not diminished, but there is a little more tired look on Qingli's face.

"Sister Wan, does this young master know you?" Duan Yu noticed that the relationship between the two seems to be a little unusual, even though Mu Wanqing has become his own sister now, she still feels a little uncomfortable in her heart.

"He is my husband!" Mu Wanqing's words shocked everyone.

It turns out that Mu Wanqing's heart has been broken by Qing's elder brother becoming a real elder brother. Hearing that Duan Yu was captured by Jiumozhi in Gusu in Mount Hua, he hurried to rescue him. How could he know that the former lover was so full of thoughts so quickly? It's on the girl Wang.

Mu Wanqing's heart was chilled by the speed with which Duan Yu transferred his love to each other along the way. Seeing Song Qingshu now, Mu Wanqing felt a little more warmth in her heart. of.

Being blocked just now, Wei Xiaobao had the opportunity to look at Mu Wanqing now. After seeing it, he couldn't help but startled, and compared the two women back and forth, and they couldn't tell the difference, so he couldn't help but praise: "Brother Song, sister-in-law is wonderful." She's so beautiful!" But he secretly regretted it, being a brother means loyalty, if she wasn't the eldest brother's woman, so beautiful, he would have gotten her no matter what.

Jiumozhi didn't have time to watch a group of idiots quarreling and jealous, clasping his palms together: "I don't know what this young master can teach you?"

"King Ming used the 'flame knife' unique skill to wipe out black sects in Tubo, and he was so powerful in the west. What's more rare is that he has great wisdom and is proficient in Buddhism. He is a person who has been fascinated by me for a long time. How dare he talk about teaching?" Song Qingshu smiled modestly.

Jiumozhi's face was smug, if this young man just praised him for his martial arts, he would not feel much. After all, there are not many people in the Central Plains martial arts who have seen him shoot, and he praised his martial arts. Buddhism is more respected, but this cannot be faked.

Only now did Wang Yuyan see Song Qingshu, her eyes lit up, and she asked happily, "Young Master Song, have your injuries been healed?"

"Thank you Miss Wang for your advice that day, my meridians have recovered." Song Qingshu smiled kindly at her.

"So you know each other." Jiumozhi snorted coldly, but he wasn't worried.Among the people present, the one with the braids doesn't know martial arts at first glance, the woman standing behind him has limited martial arts, and Mu Wanqing is not in his eyes, but the young man opposite may be a bit tricky, but considering his A young man with a weak crown, no matter how high his martial arts are, how high can he be.

"Ms. Song was greatly favored by Miss Wang in the past. Now that she has seen Miss Wang suffering, although she thinks her martial arts are low, there is absolutely no reason to stand by and watch. If there is any offence, I hope the king will forgive the sin." Song Qingshu is not true. He wanted to fight him, but he just took this opportunity to let Wei Xiaobao experience Jiumozhi's martial arts, then he realized that what he said before was true, and he returned Wang Yuyan's favor by the way, so why not do it.

"Mr. Song Feng is handsome, but he has the style of a righteous man in ancient times. The poor monk admires him. It's a pity that the poor monk has something important to ask Miss Wang, so he has to offend him." Jiumozhi spoke elegantly, as if he had just attained Taoism. .

"Brother Wei, this is the master I mentioned to you earlier, take a closer look, it will be up to you to convince him to join later." Before standing up, Song Qingshu whispered in Wei Xiaobao's ear.

Not to mention that when the two confronted each other, their clothes were calm and active, and the situation was on the verge of breaking out.Somewhere thousands of miles away, a major event related to the life and death of Song Qingshu and Wei Xiaobao happened.

In the depths of the mountains in Shandong, the tent of the commander of the Golden Snake Camp, Yuan Chengzhi looked at the three people in the tent as if facing an enemy: "Everyone gathered in the Golden Snake Camp this time, I don't know what to do."

No wonder he was nervous. Opposite him was the leader of Liaodong Shenlong Sect, the other was the leader of Qinghai Xuedaomen, and the other was Master Sangjie, the first master of Shingon Sect, one of the four major sects of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism. Even though they had already posted invitations in advance, and they seemed to have no malicious intentions, the three of them came together, which still made Yuan Chengzhi vigilant.

"Why should the Golden Snake King be so wary of us? Now we have a common enemy, which is neither an enemy nor a friend." Grandmaster Sang Jie was fat and white, and when he smiled, he always had the illusion of a half-smile.

"Please forgive Yuan for being ignorant and not understanding what you mean." Yuan Chengzhi said calmly, his heart moved.

"Why does the Golden Snake King pretend to be ignorant?" Shenlong Sect Master Hong Antong said solemnly, "We are all here for Wei Xiaobao. I heard that Wei Xiaobao's trip to the south to form an alliance is a lie, and it is true to deal with Your Excellency."

"To deal with Wei Xiaobao, we don't need so many masters to join forces," the blood knife ancestor said suddenly, "A few days ago, the ancestor, I could have taken Wei Xiaobao's life very quickly, but who would have thought that a young man with strong martial arts suddenly appeared beside him?" People, hey," the ancestor of the blood knife looked around and said with a smile, "In my opinion, if you fight alone, I am afraid that none of you here is the opponent of that young man, so I ran around and wanted to unite everyone to fight together..."

Chapter 59 Flaming Knife vs Wooden Sword

"The master of the Blood Knife Sect is probably exaggerating. That young man is Xiao Feng, or Zhang Wuji." Hong Antong chuckled, with a look of obvious disbelief.

Yuan Chengzhi also smiled slightly in his heart. Over the past few years, he has integrated the martial arts of Huashan School, Jin Snake Langjun, and Tie Jianmen to form a school of his own. Although his martial arts is not the best in the world, he is not inferior to anyone else.