Fragrance Stealer

"Then what if I have a way to make Kangxi destroy the Great Wall?" Wei Xiaobao thought to himself: Xiaoxuanzi, in a critical moment, don't blame me if you offend.

The ancestor of Xuedao's heart was beating wildly. If Man Qingguo committed suicide by himself, wouldn't the Seventh Prince's chance come?Hastily asked: "How to destroy?"

Seeing his success, Wei Xiaobao heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly explained: "Wu Sangui has long thought of becoming an emperor himself, Prince Bao has always been thinking about the throne in the Forbidden City, and Kangxi has long wanted to get rid of the two of them, but It's a pity that your seventh prince just called over at this time, and the three parties had no choice but to put aside their personal grievances first and unanimously speak to the outside world."

"You mean that if our Seventh Prince retreats, they will kill each other?" The blood knife ancestor was overjoyed.

"It's not that easy," Wei Xiaobao rolled his eyes at him, "However, as long as you let me return to Kangxi, under my fanning the flames, Kangxi will definitely attack them both, and when the civil strife arises, you Seventh Prince will come out again Isn't that fisherman who deserves profit like his mother's broken bamboo?"

"What good will this do for you?" The Blood Knife Patriarch didn't fully believe it, but looked at Wei Xiaobao suspiciously.

"I, Wei Xiaobao, have no great ambitions. I just want to be a high-ranking official. Then I have money to gamble on and beautiful women to play with. As for who is the master, it doesn't matter." The world is the trend of the times, I am not here to find a way out for myself as soon as possible. After the ancestor returns, he hopes to speak more kindly to the Seventh Prince, and Xiaobao's future prosperity and wealth will depend on him."

"Hahaha, that's for sure." Patriarch Xuedao patted Wei Xiaobao on the shoulder, the two looked at each other and laughed loudly.

"I don't know what's funny about the two of you, can you tell Hong?" A cold voice came from not far away, and the two turned their heads in amazement, only to find that Hong Antong was already standing three feet away.

The Blood Knife Patriarch secretly yelled that it was a pity, he had heard someone a long time ago, pretended to be ignorant, and laughed loudly with his arms around Wei Xiaobao, but his right hand was holding onto the Blood Knife tightly, if the other party wanted to sneak attack from behind, he would have already received a fatal blow.

"So it's Hierarch Hong. I don't know what's going on in the camp?" The Blood Knife Patriarch held the handle of his knife and looked at him defensively.

"Yuan Chengzhi was seriously injured, and Sang Jie broke his arm. If Chen Jinnan, the Heaven and Earth Society, suddenly appeared, the old man would have taken Yuan Chengzhi's life." Hong Antong snorted coldly.

"Master is here to save me~" Wei Xiaobao couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.

Hearing Wei Xiaobao's words just now, Patriarch Xuedao has already been tempted, intending to take credit for himself, so he fooled Hong Antong and said: "Patriarch, I want to take this brat to Mongolia now, I don't know what Master Hong wants?"

Chapter 71 The leader of the dragon who smokes from seven orifices

"Naturally, I will escort him to Mongolia with the ancestor, and meet the Seventh Prince by the way." Hong Antong smiled slightly.

Noticing the agitated expression of the Blood Knife Patriarch, Wei Xiaobao felt anxious, and quickly shouted: "Patriarch, you must not believe what he said, I fell for the wife of this old turtle, and this old turtle has been trying to skin me for cramps... ..."

Wei Xiaobao didn't dare to say that Hong Antong coveted the 42 chapter scriptures on his body, if he said it, it was hard to guarantee that the blood knife ancestor would not become greedy.In a hurry, he quickly made up a lie to make the ancestor of Xuedao believe that Hong Antong had a deep hatred with himself, and wished to cut himself into pieces...

The greatest hatred in the world is the hatred of killing one's father, the hatred of taking one's wife, killing one's father... Considering the age difference between Hong Antong and himself, the blood knife ancestor is not a fool; so he had to use the hatred of taking his wife.

Hong An was trembling with anger: "Bastard, you can get within three feet of my wife just because you are a scoundrel?"

"Old tortoise, you don't even look in the mirror yourself, you are so big and have white hair, and you married such a coquettish young wife, do you still have the ability to satisfy her? She has nothing to eat at home, so of course she goes outside I'm here to look for food, all of your subordinates are afraid of you, I'm not afraid!" Wei Xiaobao's words accidentally hit the greatest pain in Hong Antong's heart, and he was so angry that his beard and hair swelled, and his fingers clucked loudly.

Wei Xiaobao knew that if the blood sword patriarch was not allowed to believe that the two were inseparable today, all the previous efforts would be in vain. Although looking at Hong Antong's ferocious appearance was a bit timid, he still gritted his teeth and continued to add fuel and jealousy: "Not only did I get close to Hong Antong Madam's body can still enter her body." She shrugged her waist obscenely as she spoke, and licked her lips with her tongue, "Tsk tsk tsk, Madam Hong's delicate body is really white and slippery, she needs so much Ah~"

"I killed you little bastard!" Hong Antong couldn't bear it any longer, and punched him.

Reminiscent of Mrs. Hong's coquettish and coquettish appearance, Wei Xiaobao scolded more and more vigorously, and he became excited, but Hong Antong turned around and arrived at a distance of several feet. I can't even move my feet.

The blood knife patriarch's dream of becoming a marquis and worshiping a minister still depends on Wei Xiaobao, so how could he watch him die.Holding the blood knife all the time to be on guard, when there was a flash of light, Hong Antong had to retreat a few feet away.

"Patriarch Xuedao, this little bastard insulted me too much, do you really want to help him?" Hong Antong waited for Patriarch Xuedao viciously.

"Why is Master Hong so angry? Those who clean themselves will be cleared..." Patriarch Xuedao thought in his heart: He had heard about Mrs. Hong's famous name a long time ago, but Hong Antong's age is inhumane. Could it be that Mrs. Hong is really Unbearable loneliness... Hehe, this kid Wei Xiaobao has a taste similar to that of our ancestors. I will also go to Shenlong Island as a guest someday to experience Madam Hong's style.

Noticing the wretched expression of the ancestor of Xuedao, and thinking of his reputation of being abusive to women, Hong Antong was furious: "Since your Excellency wants to stand up for this little beast, then don't blame the old man for being rude."

"Hey, Hierarch Hong, don't forget, this kid was asked by the Seventh Prince by name. You killed him and the Seventh Prince knew about it. Do you understand the consequences?" The Blood Knife Patriarch sneered.

"Hmph, the old man killed you together, so no one will know about it?" Hong Antong was extremely angry at this time, and he had already launched a murderous plan.

"Old Ancestor, my Blood Knife doesn't look good." The Blood Knife Ancestor smiled dryly, and gently scraped his bald head with the Blood Knife.

Hong Antong stopped talking, stretched out his palms like two soft snakes to attack him left and right.

"Hua Gu Mian Zhang!" The ancestor of the blood knife was secretly vigilant, and he swung his knife to meet him.

After a dozen moves, the two separated again.The ancestor of the blood knife moved his numb wrist, knowing that the opponent's internal strength and martial arts attainments were higher than his, but he was not at all timid, "If life and death are really that simple, then everyone will directly decide the winner according to the level of internal strength." It's okay, let's play a fart." Thinking of this, the Blood Knife Patriarch became more and more eager to fight.

Hong Antong was also very surprised, the last time he fought in the Golden Snake Camp in Shandong, he found out that his martial arts were slightly inferior to his own, at that time he thought that if Sang Jie didn't stop him, if he continued to fight, the opponent would definitely not be his opponent.With so many tricks this time, the opponent is really not easy!

After all, Hong Antong is a master of the school, his previous anger gradually calmed down, and he was able to teach according to his aptitude in a single thought, and designed a tailor-made "Three Heroic Moves" for Wei Xiaobao, his martial arts realm has already surpassed that of ordinary masters.

When he got used to the chaotic fighting style of the ancestor of the blood knife, he slowly began to gain the upper hand. After dozens of moves, he was already confident that he could take the opponent's life, but he was worried about paying a high price, so he kept exhausting himself.

"Oops, I didn't expect this old ghost to be so powerful. If I continue to fight, I'm afraid my life will be here." The ancestor of Xuedao knew himself, so he decided to leave.

"Hmph! If I can't get this kid, you don't even want to catch him." The Blood Knife Patriarch shouted coldly, jumped out of the battle circle and slashed at Wei Xiaobao.

Hong Antong wished that Wei Xiaobao would be skinned and cramped, and if he didn't bring him back to Shenlong Island and let the colorful dragon slowly torture him to death, how could he relieve his hatred, how could he let him die so cheaply.

He quickly attacked the blood knife ancestor's vest, planning to encircle Wei and save Zhao, but decades of combat experience made him realize that there was a fraud, so he secretly reserved some energy to guard against the blood knife ancestor's sudden counterattack.

He didn't know that what the blood knife ancestor was waiting for was his staying power, he calculated that Hong Antong would not watch him chop Wei Xiaobao to death, and he also knew that the other party would definitely guard against him, so after seeing his staying power, he turned the blade and slashed straight at the stones on the ground. The force of the counter-shock accelerated and fled far away.

Hong Antong didn't know that the other party was trying to escape with all his strength, so he could only helplessly watch the figure of the blood knife ancestor disappear into the wilderness, and frowned, thinking that he would run away and offend the Seventh Prince of Mongolia, which might be a bit tricky in the future.

But thinking of another hateful person, Hong Antong turned around and looked at Wei Xiaobao with a half-smile: "Bai Longshi, you are doing well, how do you think I will deal with you?"

"Master Hong's Wencheng Wude, immortal blessings will last forever, and his life will be as long as the heavens... Your lord has a lot, so just treat me as a fart and let me go." Wei Xiaobao didn't expect the ancestor of the blood knife to be so useless. Forced to come over by himself, trembling with fright, he couldn't help stepping back.

"Whoosh!" There was a sharp piercing sound, Hong An listened to it for eight minutes, and quickly tumbling on the spot, dodging the oncoming object, before he had time to catch his breath, his face suddenly changed, his feet moved, and he jumped several times. Zhang outside.

Withdrawing the wooden sword that had been shot, Song Qingshu said with a long laugh: "Master Hong has a pretty good memory, he remembered so quickly that my wooden sword will go and come back."

"Oh my dear brother too!" Seeing Song Qingshu appearing, Wei Xiaobao felt like crying, and hurriedly ran behind him, thinking that his little life was finally saved.

"Aren't you tied up in the big camp?" Hong Antong's face was cloudy and uncertain. Just now he had used up a lot of true energy in the fight with the ancestor of the blood knife.

"You broke your promise and seriously injured Yuan Chengzhi. He let me go after you in a rage." Song Qingshu said nonsense, thinking that it would be good for Yuan Chengzhi to make more enemies. It would be a good deal for him if he didn't kill him just now. .

"Your Excellency punched the old man hard before, and Sangjie made a big handprint. In just a day or two, I'm afraid the recovery will be limited." Hong Antong is very confident in his fist, even if the half-human, half-immortal Wudang Zhang Sanfeng hit him with all his strength. With one punch, half your life will be lost if you don't die. The other party's calm appearance is probably just pretending.

"Master Hong can come and try." Song Qingshu didn't care, and stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation.

Hong Antong narrowed his eyes, poked his toe, and shot a stone towards Wei Xiaobao like a sharp arrow. Without hesitation, his figure flashed, and he stretched out his palm to attack Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu was startled, secretly admiring that the opponent had gone through hundreds of battles, and could grasp the opportunity so well. He stretched out his wooden sword and picked it up. It was reflected back to Hong Antong who was flying over at double speed.

Hong Antong didn't know that the other party still had this trick, stealing a chicken would cost a lot of money, so there was no time to dodge it now.

With a bang, Hong Antong was hit on the left chest by a small stone, and Hong Antong quickly flew back, raised his hand and threw a poisonous snake, taking the opportunity to escape to a distance.

Song Qingshu pushed forward with both palms, and used the 'Shocking Hundred Miles' of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, shaking the poisonous snake to death in mid-air.

"Brother Song, that old turtle has escaped, why don't you hurry up and chase it?" Wei Xiaobao looked into the distance anxiously, he scolded Hong Antong so hard today, Hong Antong would not die for a day, he really couldn't sleep or eat.

"Hong Antong is a master of martial arts, it's not so easy to want his life." Song Qingshu shook his head, but he was thinking in his heart: I didn't wholeheartedly join the Qing court, Hong Antong died, and the Dragon Sect would definitely fall apart. Wouldn't it be a waste of money for Kangxi?Song Qingshu would never do this kind of painstaking effort to marry others.

Leaving Hong Antong's matter aside, Song Qingshu began to recall the Tai Chi Sword Intent he had just shown.Song Qingshu is the chief disciple of the Wudang School, and he has seen his uncles practice Taijiquan sword more or less before. Just now, he had a flash of inspiration and accidentally used a little fur of Taijijian. It's a pity that the previous Song Qingshu Qing Shu remembers too little, so now he can only see the scale and half of the Tai Chi sword.