Zongwu: The villain simulator, all the heroines are here

"It's just a charlatan, third uncle's injury hasn't healed yet!" Song Qingshu cursed a few words in his heart, and left the room.

When he came to the corridor, Song Qingshu didn't hide it completely, his face was distorted due to jealousy, and he punched the wall to vent his emotions.

"A bullshit boy, why should the master salute him? He must have been fooled. I'll expose him sooner or later!"

Song Qingshu scolded angrily.

He was about to go back to his room to rest, when a handsome young man walked up to him, holding a folding fan in his hand.

When the son saw him, he cupped his fists respectfully and saluted, saying: "Your Excellency is famous, Yumian Mengchang Song Qingshu?"

As soon as Song Qingshu heard the flattery, his mood brightened immediately.

He straightened his chest involuntarily, and said, "Exactly!"

"I have admired you for a long time. I am in Gusu Murong Fu. I have long wanted to visit you heroes. Unfortunately... I was hindered by villains, so I don't mention it. Hero Song, can I have a few drinks?"

Murong Fu smiled, but deliberately left an obvious foreshadowing in his words.

When Song Qingshu heard the word 'little man', he immediately thought of Bai Yu, but he didn't ask too much.

Gladly accepted Murong Fu's invitation, they came to Murong Fu's room together, had a drink and talked.

The so-called friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and the two of them know this truth very well, they talk less, and the topics are very serious, closely surrounding the sufferings of the world, and the important things.

After drinking for three rounds, both of them were half drunk, and the smiles on their faces became much more willful.

At this moment, Bao BuTong came in from outside the room, and said in a low tone: "Young master, I asked sister Yuyan, she said that she will not go back to Gusu, and will spend the rest of her life with that pretty boy."

Murong Fu's face turned dark, and he reprimanded: "This kind of destructive matter is also put on the stage, and it will ruin the elegance of me and Qingshu Xiandi!"

Bao BuTong was helpless, obviously it was the young master who told him to ask Yu Yan again, and report to him immediately after the question.

Why are you still murdering him?

Song Qingshu's eyes lit up, and when he heard the topic he was interested in, he said leisurely: "Brother Murong, are you in trouble?"

Murong Fu waved his hand and said: "Don't mention it, don't mention it, it's a trivial matter, brother, let's continue."

As he spoke, he picked up the jug and poured wine for Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu covered the wine glass with his hand, his expression turned serious, and he said:

"Brother Murong, even though you and I met by accident, we never saw each other too late. The so-called bosom friends are rare, but you didn't tell me what happened. It made me feel really uncomfortable, and I lost all interest in drinking!"

When Murong Fu heard the words, a cunning flashed in his eyes for a moment, he pretended to be helpless and said: "I will tell you my brother, my sister Yu Yan was abducted by the owner of this shop..."

He added fuel and vinegar to describe Bai Yu as a complete hypocrite.

Song Qingshu became more and more excited the more he listened,

"Sure enough, I think there is something wrong with Bai Yu!"

He slammed the table down, and said righteously: "Brother Murong, are you willing to come with me to expose this person, don't worry, with me and all my Wudang disciples supporting you, you will definitely be able to save Miss Yu Yan from escape." sea ​​of ​​bitterness!"

Murong Fu hurriedly shook his head and said:

"Brother, don't be impulsive. This thief has too many schemes. The Daoist Zhang of your faction has been confused by him. We are so bluffing to find him. How can he plead guilty?

Still have to think long term! "

Murong Fu knew very well in his heart that instigating Song Qingshu to trouble Bai Yu was of no use at all, it didn't hurt or itch.

What he wants is Bai Yu's eternal doom!

"The most important thing right now is Yu Zhenren's injury. The medicine that Bai Yu used must be fake. Think about it, even a genius doctor can't do anything about Yu Zhenren's injury. How could he, a child with yellow hair, be able to do anything!" Murong Fu added road.

As he spoke, he took out a medicine bottle from his arms and gave it to Song Qingshu, saying, "This is a good medicine handed down from my Murong family. It should make Zhenren Yu feel better."

Song Qingshu looked at the small medicine bottle, and took it with bright eyes.

"Thank you, Brother Murong!"

……

After finishing the wine, Song Qingshu left, and Abi came in and said, "My lord, the medicine was left to you by the old Patriarch. It's precious, so you just gave it to him?"

Murong Fu smiled and said:

"Abi, you don't understand. This medicine can be given to Song Qingshu to maximize its value. Think about it, if Yu Daiyan really recovers, I will have five points of the credit!

If it can't be cured, it has nothing to do with us, but the surname Bai is going to be in trouble! "

……

On the other side, when Song Qingshu returned to his room, he opened the small medicine bottle and smelled it.

"It's really good medicine. Could it be that this Murong man is sincere? I thought it was poison."

Song Qingshu put away the medicine bottle, and took out a black medicine bottle from his bosom, which contained a poison pill that he got from traveling down the mountain.

After taking it, people will fall into a coma, and there is no cure for it.

Even better, the drug is colorless and odorless, and the poisoned person has almost no other symptoms except coma.

Song Qingshu held the black jade-like medicine bottle in his hand, and the smile on his face gradually became ferocious.

"Uncle, Uncle, you can't blame me. I don't know what happened. When I saw that kid, I felt so hated that my whole body was uncomfortable and my teeth were itchy with hatred. You have suffered for half your life. Get a good sleep!"

……

The night is quiet,

Bai Yu fell into a drowsy sleep, feeling an itchy chest.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that Wang Yuyan was drawing circles on his chest with her fingers.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Bai Yu pinched her buttocks and asked.

"I woke up and couldn't fall asleep," Wang Yuyan said coquettishly, burying her head in his arms.

Bai Yu squeezed again, but this time she frowned, twisted her fingers, and said, "Your thigh"

With a smirk again, he grabbed her nose, "Xiao Nizi, are you addicted?"

Wang Yuyan didn't hold back at all, she got up and sat on him generously, her long hair touched Bai Yu's belly.

"I didn't know it was this kind of feeling before, it makes people think that I can't get off sitting on you for twelve hours."

Bai Yu smiled, and put

Yan Shocked her body limply and lay on top of him.

"... "

Bai Yu would not listen

After tossing until dawn, the two fell asleep again.

But after not sleeping for a while, Bai Yu was woken up, someone was smashing the door of his room.

"Bai, come out!"

"come out!"

"Let's stop talking nonsense with him, he might have already run away, kick the door and kick the door!"

Bai Yu got up and got angry, put on his clothes and opened the door, looked at the group of Wudang disciples outside, and said coldly: "It's early in the morning, where is the soul?"

Song Qingshu stood up, pointed at Bai Yu and asked sharply: "Tell me honestly, what medicine did you give my third uncle? What happened to him, we Wudang will never let you go!"

"What do you mean?" Bai Yu looked at Song Yuanqiao who was standing behind the crowd, and said, "Hero Song, what do you mean?"

Song Yuanqiao's complexion was also ugly, but he still maintained the demeanor of a hero. He walked up to people and said seriously: "Master Bai, my third brother didn't wake up this morning, and his pulse and breathing have become very weak. My master is using his internal strength Continue his life, give me an explanation!"

Hearing this, Bai Yu knew in his heart that someone must be making shit up for him.

He smiled slightly and said: "Song Daxia, I, Bai Yu, don't need to explain to anyone. If you believe me, then believe me. If you don't believe me, then go!"

Chapter 45 The fifth simulation, start!

As soon as these words came out, the Wudang disciples yelled like a frying pan, and Song Yuanqiao shook his sleeves angrily.

Song Qingshu said: "Father, this man is a charlatan. I found out that he also deceives women from good families. Let's stop talking nonsense with him and just kill him!"

Song Qingshu's words gave him a just reason to take action, before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slapped Bai Yu's chest.

Song Qingshu used almost [-]% of his power in this palm, all he wanted was to kill Bai Yu with one palm.

Bai Zhantang, who was standing at the top of the stairs, let out an exclamation, and subconsciously pointed at Song Qingshu.

Song Yuanqiao didn't expect his big brother to make such a decisive move, and it was too late to stop him.

Seeing that this palm was getting closer and closer to Bai Yu's chest, the corners of Song Qingshu's mouth rose. He had already imagined the scene of Bai Yu's tragic death, and he felt indescribably happy.

There is a feeling of revenge!

But just when he thought he was about to succeed, there was a dragon chant, and immediately after that, all the Wudang disciples surrounding the door of Bai Yu's room flew out one by one.

Only Song Yuanqiao and a few second-generation disciples were still standing there.

"This is... Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?" Song Yuanqiao asked in shock.

They came late, and they had never seen Bai Yu use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, let alone expect Bai Yu's palm strength to be so powerful.

More than a dozen Wudang disciples were blown away by his palm, and their internal strength was not inferior to that of the old seven, Mo Shenggu.

Song Qingshu clutched his chest and got up from the ground, pointed at Bai Yu and wanted to yell again, but suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and swayed.

Song Yuanqiao hurried over to support his eldest son,

After checking Da'er's injuries, he looked at Bai Yu angrily, and scolded: "Young Master Bai, you are so cruel, you actually broke my son's meridians!"

Bai Yu was very surprised when he heard the words. Although he used all his strength in this palm, it was a range attack after all, and the single-point damage was average. Song Qingshu was not so useless that his meridians would be broken by this palm.

"Senior brother, it's the inner strength of the sunflower!" Mo Shenggu said in shock, "It's absolutely true, I have dealt with monsters from the Sunflower sect before."

Mo Shenggu looked at Bai Yu, his eyes became fierce: "This son is a sunflower brand evildoer, don't let him go!"

As soon as these words came out, a group of second-generation disciples pulled out their swords one after another.

Seeing this situation, Bai Zhantang, who had been hiding in the dark, sighed.

In a moment of impatience just now, he pointed out a finger to save Bai Yu from the siege, but in the end he exposed himself.

He came out, just about to admit it, when Bai Yu said:

"That's right, I do know the martial arts of the Sunflower School, so what's wrong with just protecting myself? Didn't you all see that Song Shaoxia's palm was aimed at killing me just now, can't everyone be blind?"

What he said made Song Yuanqiao ashamed,

Mo Shenggu, who had a violent personality, snorted coldly, and shouted: "Since you are a Sunflower Sect disciple, you are a Demon Cult monster, you should be punished!"

After all,

An astonishing burst of true energy broke out cracks on the railing floor of the corridor.

Just when Mo Shenggu was about to make a move,

At the end of the corridor came Zhang Zhenren's scolding voice: "Old Seven, stop."

The scolding was calm and calm, but it made Mo Shenggu break out in a cold sweat. He could tell that the master was angry, and the consequences would be serious.

He hurriedly put away his sword and stepped back, lowering his head and not even daring to look at his master.

Zhang Sanfeng walked up to the people, cupped his hands at Bai Yu and said, "Master Bai, the old Taoist will apologize to you, please forgive me."

"Master Zhang is too serious." Bai Yu smiled slightly, but didn't say much, "I'll go to sleep and get back to the cage, so I won't delay you in disciplining my disciples."

After that, close the door and go back to the house.

Zhang Sanfeng turned sideways to look at his eldest disciple Song Yuanqiao, and said softly: "Boss, come here."

Song Yuanqiao followed Master back to the room and stood silently.

Zhang Zhenren stayed in front of the three apprentices' beds, and after a long silence, he asked, "How is Qingshu?"

"Fortunately, it's not life-threatening, but it will take some time, and the skill may decline a lot." Song Yuanqiao said.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly, and said: "I showed the third child that he was poisoned, but it has nothing to do with the medicine that Mr. Bai used. What he poisoned was a poison called 'dead man's pearl'."

Song Yuanqiao was shocked when he heard the words,

Someone dared to poison and murder Wudang disciples!

Zhang Sanfeng sighed leisurely, and said: "Last night, Qingshu was in charge of taking care of the third child, right? Go ask him."