Fragrance Stealer

"Cousin, Mr. Duan was captured by the monk Jiumozhi in order to save me, and now he has his acupuncture points all over his body." Wang Yuyan said softly after regaining consciousness.

"Thank you, Mr. Duan, for your rescue." Murong Fu smiled slightly, and with a gesture of his hands, he released Jiumozhi's restraint, his technique was extremely clever.

"Master Duan, why don't you capture that evil monk Jiumozhi together with me, and vent your anger on my cousin?" Murong Fu looked around the field, and immediately understood the situation.

"Dare not to follow orders!" Duan Yu was tortured by Jiumozhi along the way, and he had already suppressed his resentment. Just shot it.

Jiumozhi had always had the upper hand, he had been paying attention to the movement around him, and when he sensed Duan Yu's Six Meridians Sword, he quickly dodged and dodged it.

However, in this way, the opportunity that had been established with great difficulty just now was lost, Yuan Chengzhi finally regained his breath, and an extremely fierce offensive immediately overwhelmed him, and the offensive and defensive situation of the two immediately reversed.

"Gusu Murong Fu, I'm here to help you." Murong Fu knew very well that fighting alone is definitely not Jiumozhi's opponent, so he would not let such a good opportunity go, so he immediately drew his sword and attacked.

Jiumozhi's single fight against Murong Fu is of course sure to win, but at this time two young masters are attacking, Yuan Chengzhi's swordsmanship is weird and weird, and Murongfu's swordsmanship is a combination of several masters, and it is also incomparably exquisite. Dangerous.

Shui Sheng glanced at the scene with a complicated expression, his eyes wandered, thinking of what Song Qingshu and that oiran did in the room just now, he felt extremely irritable.

Hearing Wang Yuyan's "cousin" again, he couldn't help but think of his childhood sweetheart, his cousin who was infatuated with him, stomped his feet hard, and Shui Sheng turned and ran out.

Let's talk about the other side of the hall, when Song Qingshu's right hand was numb, the ancestor of the blood knife attacked.Originally, Song Qingshu had a way to escape alone, but thinking of Wei Xiaobao, who had no resistance behind him, if he was arrested, it would be a disaster. Many of his plans were based on him, so he couldn't fail.

He had no choice but to grab Wei Xiaobao's shoulders and jump to the second floor with a ladder, intending to jump out of the encirclement of the three of them first and then attack them separately.

Unexpectedly, Hong Antong had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and rushed out like lightning, and pressed Song Qingshu's back heart with one palm.

Chapter 67 The Ability to Tell the Dead to Live

"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spat out wildly. If it wasn't for Song Qingshu's magical powers to protect his body, an ordinary person would probably have their heart broken after receiving Hong Antong's solid punch.

Sang Jie and the ancestor of the blood knife also attacked, and just as Song Qingshu tried his best to resist several moves, the ancestor of the blood knife put the knife on his neck.

"My life is over!" Song Qingshu felt a chill in his heart, and a picture of a head flying high flashed in his mind.

"Ding!" A hidden weapon was shot at the Blood Knife Patriarch Knife, and the three people in the field were taken aback, not because of how powerful the shot was, but because the hidden weapon was a golden snake cone!

Turning around in doubt, I saw Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu besieging Jiumozhi, and there was no time to launch this hidden weapon...

"Don't look at it, I put that golden snake awl on." Xia Qingqing Shi Shiran walked in. At this time, she changed her charming temperament that turned all living beings upside down before. In my eyes, I just feel that she is extremely dignified.

Sang Jie pointed his fingers, restraining Song Qingshu's big acupoints, raised his head and asked in doubt: "Why didn't Mrs. Yuan let me wait to kill him?"

"I still have important matters to ask him. I would like to thank you all for helping me catch him." Xia Qingqing put her hands on her right waist, bowed her knees slightly, and saluted.

Sang Jie and Hong Antong are fine, the former is a monk, the latter has not been close to women for many years, and the wife at home has no spare energy to irrigate her, so although they appreciate her beauty, they have no extra thoughts.

The Blood Knife Patriarch was different, looking at Xia Qingqing's little willow waist that was gripped gracefully when he made a bow, he wished to step forward to help her up, the greed in his eyes was fleeting, thinking of his martial arts-capable husband, he secretly sighed: Or Find another girl, the girl who was dressed as a girl just now is not bad.

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, but he didn't expect that she saved his life in the end, thinking of the tenderness between the two of them just now, he couldn't help but feel agitated.

Noticing his gaze, Xia Qingqing didn't know what to think of, her pretty face blushed, and she pretended to turn her head to care about the battle situation on the other side, and stopped looking at him.

Although Jiumozhi was at a disadvantage, he could barely resist, but when he noticed from the corner of his eye that Song Qingshu had been seriously injured and captured, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, thinking that if he continued to fight, he might really have to see the Buddha.

Immediately urging the flame knife with all his strength to force Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu away, he jumped towards Song Qingshu: "Mr. Song, the poor monk is here to save you."

Sang Jie and Hong Antong turned pale with shock, they both punched Jiumozhi in the air.Unexpectedly, Jiumozhi's palm was a false move, this palm looks terrifying, but actually it has no strength at all. When he came into contact with Sangjie and Hong Antong's strength, with the help of their thrust, his body smashed through the window on the side like lightning. Disappearing in the night sky, no one thought of this accident. Yuan Chengzhi and others were concerned about his high martial arts, and no one wanted to continue chasing him.

"Master Wei, Young Master Song, this poor monk will invite more experts to save you." Jiumozhi's voice floated from afar.

"Your companion is really loyal." Xia Qingqing stood beside Song Qingshu and sneered.

"I didn't expect that the journey together for many days is not as good as a moment of friendship with the girl." Song Qingshu sighed, "Qingqing Zijin, take my heart, what a girl Youyou, I should have thought of it a long time ago."

When Wei Xiaobao saw that something was wrong, he quickly changed his face: "Sect Master Hong will enjoy immortal blessings forever, and his life will be as long as the heavens!"

"Blood Knife Sect Master Wen Cheng Wude..."

"Master, you are the best for the common people..."

There was a burst of incoherent flattery, seeing everyone just sneered, Wei Xiaobao sighed: "Hey, his grandpa, I'm a fool today, if you want to kill me, I'll do whatever you want, and I'll be a good man again in 16 years!"

"Didn't you people from the Central Plains say 'he will be a hero again in 18 years'?" Sang Jie thought he had made a mistake, and looked at his companion suspiciously.

"Your grandfather, I think 18 years is too long, so I can't come out two years earlier." Wei Xiaobao stared at him, thinking that he would die anyway, so he hardened up.

"Everyone, the officers and soldiers outside the city will arrive soon, so it's better for us to leave early." Yuan Chengzhi walked over and said.

"Since I have saved my cousin, I won't bother you. Let's leave here." Murong Fu clasped his fists together, thinking in his heart that the Golden Snake King, Shenlong Sect Master, Blood Knife Sect Master, and Master Sang Jie were all powerful. Maybe it will be helpful to my revival.It's a pity that they robbed and killed Wei Xiaobao, the most beloved and trusted emperor of the Qing Dynasty. I'm afraid they will usher in tragic revenge. I still don't want to go into this muddy water. It would be unwise to offend the Qing Dynasty...

"Nan Murong really lives up to his reputation. Being able to fight side by side with Mr. Murong, Yuan is really happy for life." The two teamed up to deal with Jiumozhi just now, and Yuan Chengzhi admired his profound and exquisite martial arts very much.

"Cousin, Mr. Song..." Wang Yuyan tugged at Murong Fu's sleeve, looked at Song Qingshu who was looking sluggish, her eyes were full of worry.

"Thank you, Miss Wang, for your concern. Song won't die for a while, so you don't have to worry about me. I believe that since God brought me into this world, he won't let me die so easily, hahaha..." Song Qingshu spat out a mouthful of blood, and his laughter was full of desolation.

It turned out that Song Qingshu was aware of Murong Fu's nature of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. With so many masters present, it was impossible for him to rescue him. He probably would say a lot of high-sounding reasons in the end and politely refuse.

Why should I listen to those hypocritical words, and be disgusted when I am dying...

"After a few days, Mr. Song is still so open-minded...Cousin, this is not a place to stay for a long time, let's go." Murong Fu pulled Wang Yuyan and disappeared at the door of the inn.

"Miss Wang, wait for me." Duan Yu hastily chased after her.

Song Qingshu and Wei Xiaobao were tied up and thrown into a carriage, and a group of people hurried out of the city.

When Duolong rushed to the Lichun Courtyard with a large group of people, seeing the guards lying on the ground, Wei Xiaobao had disappeared, his face turned livid, and he ordered: "Let me go out of the city to chase after him!"

Yuan Chengzhi and his party had been prepared for a long time. After dressing up in disguise, the escape route was very tortuous, and they quickly lost their pursuers.

One day when he stopped to rest at noon, the ancestor of the blood knife gave Wei Xiaobao a hard look, then turned to Yuan Chengzhi and said, "Golden Snake King, why didn't you kill this kid with one knife, and insisted on taking him to escape?"

The Blood Knife Patriarch and Sang Jie could leave as soon as they left Yangzhou, but they were afraid that Wei Xiaobao would be rescued and the mission would fail, so they followed Yuan Chengzhi and his party all the way, but the two of them were quite impatient after hiding in Tibet these days , the Blood Knife Patriarch finally asked.

"Yuan intends to bring this dog official back to the Golden Snake Camp, and invite the leaders of the rebels from all walks of life in Shandong to come and kill him to sacrifice the flag together, so as to strengthen the momentum of our Shandong rebels." Yuan Chengzhi thought of the days of the rebels since Kangxi came to power. It's getting more and more sad. In recent years, the morale of the volunteers from all walks of life has been a little low, and they have long lost the vigor of the past. They hope that by killing a confidant of the emperor, they can cheer up people's hearts.

Wei Xiaobao felt a chill in his heart when he heard it from the side, and thought: His grandfather, this little black face looks honest and honest, but who knows that he is so cruel and merciless, if he goes back with him, he will be cut to pieces.On the contrary, it was this vicious Blood Knife Patriarch...

Rolling his eyes, he immediately took care and shouted, "Ouch, I want to pee."

The Blood Knife Patriarch just walked up to him and said impatiently, "I pissed in my crotch."

Wei Xiaobao showed a flattering smile: "Of course I don't care, it's just that my urine is fishy and dirty, which will inevitably disturb your interest in eating, Patriarch."

"Unlucky!" The ancestor of Xuedao threw the pancake in his hand aside, lifted him to a place ten meters away, and untied the rope on his body, "Here, hurry up, if you dare to run, the ancestor, I will pick you!" Break your tendons."

"Hey, how dare you, Xiaobao just wants to talk to you, Patriarch." Wei Xiaobao looked at him with a smile, not like the urgency to urinate before.

"I have nothing to say to you." The blood knife patriarch turned his head away disdainfully.