Yitian Tulongji: No Regret Book

Song Yuanqiao shouted: "Song Qingshu Nizi, get out!"

Something went wrong!Yang Buhui tore off a piece of cloth, covered his face, took the long whip, squatted halfway by the eaves, and listened attentively to the movement.

The door of the ruined temple opened with a creak, and Shi Huolong shouted first: "Who dares to play wild in my gang of beggars?"

"Wudang Song Yuanqiao, arrest the traitor Song Qingshu!" Hearing Song Yuanqiao's voice, he trembled with anger, "No one else should stop him."

Is Mo Shenggu still dead?Yang Buhui frowned.Song Qingshu didn't spy on the Emei nun's residence this time, how could Mo Shenggu go the old way?

Chen Youliang laughed and said, "Just now Mr. Song himself admitted that he is no longer a disciple of Wudang School. Doesn't Master Song know?"

"Qingshu! Why did you kill the little uncle!" Yin Liting's crying voice came into his ears.Yang Buhui helped his forehead, he wouldn't cry on the spot again, right?

Song Qingshu's face was pale, but he still said coldly: "Yes, I killed it. If you have the ability, take my life."

Song Yuanqiao's eyes were about to burst into flames, pointing at Song Qingshu, trembling all over: "You... how are you..." Suddenly he shouted, raised his sword and stabbed.

Zhang Bang Longtou raised his stick and held Song Yuanqiao's sword: "Song Daxia, you keep saying that a distinguished guest from your gang killed Mo Qixia, what proof do you have?"

Yu Lianzhou shouted: "Before my junior brother died, he kept calling him 'Qing Shu'. Didn't he point out him? I advise you not to interfere. We Wudang faction are not easy to mess with."

Yin Liting stabbed with his sword, but Song Qingshu just clenched his sword and dodged sideways, not intending to make a move at all.Yang Buhui looked a little anxious, Yin Liting is proficient in swordsmanship, every move is a ruthless move that puts people to death.She was about to jump down when Zhangbo Longtou rushed forward, and smiled: "Ask Yin Liuxia for his brilliant moves."

Zhang Songxi and Yu Lianzhou also charged forward, fighting with Chen Youliang and the second elder of the beggar gang.Although there are a lot of people in the Beggars' Clan, but the Wudang Four Heroes are such characters, they will have the upper hand after a while.

Seeing this, Shi Huolong secretly buckled a hidden weapon in his hand, and was about to send it to Yin Liting who was the most pursued.At the perfect time, Yin Liting was carrying him on his back, and Shi Huolong was about to make a move, when suddenly there was a clear and crisp sound of the whip, Shi Huolong felt a sharp pain in his eyes, and the scene in front of him was suddenly dark.He screamed, covered his eyes and rolled on the ground: "Eyes! My eyes!"

It was Yang Buhui who struck him with a whip, blinding his eyes.Everyone was stunned, Yang Buhui took the opportunity to grab Song Qingshu's hand, lightly shouted "Go", and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Song Yuanqiao and the others immediately chased after them, but Chen Youliang and the others had no choice but to yell and yell for a while.

The Four Heroes of Wudang searched for it in the mountains and forests for a long time, but found nothing.Zhang Songxi said: "Brother, look..."

"Look! Dig three feet into the ground and find that traitor!" Song Yuanqiao was so angry that he couldn't stop shouting and cursing, which was quite different from his usual appearance.

Yin Liting said: "Who is the woman who took Qingshu away?"

"It must be that demon girl Zhao Min!" Zhang Songxi pondered, "Qing Shu must have been used by her?"

Damn it, Yang Buhui, who is hiding in the bushes, wants to roll his eyes for being the one to pull.Although she took Song Qingshu away, at this moment, Song Qingshu covered her mouth, stretched out his other arm from behind, wrapped around her waist, and pressed his whole body against her back, giving him a different and ambiguous warmth.

The four searched around for a while, but found nothing, and finally walked away.Song Qingshu still didn't feel at ease, and only let go of Yang Buhui after a stick of incense.

As soon as he let go, Song Qingshu got up and left without saying a word and without mercy.Yang Buhui was furious, and rushed to him: "You have nothing to say?"

Song Qingshu stared at her coldly: "Get out of the way."

"You have nothing to say to me?"

"No."

Yang Buhui was so angry that he drew out his short sword and pointed at Song Qingshu's nose: "Why did you steal the dragon sword? Why did you go with Zhou Zhiruo? Tell me!" Did you eat everything you said that night?

"Vice Hierarch Yang, you Mingjiao and I, Emei, have a deep hatred. This time Qingshu thanked you for saving your life. We will definitely repay you when we meet in the future." Song Qingshu paused every word.

Yang Buhui was so angry that he went crazy: "Song Qingshu, why are you so crazy? What hatred? When you... teased me, you..."

Song Qingshu said indifferently: "Fuck? I don't know what Vice-rector Yang means. However, I just said casually about the past, and please don't take it to heart."

"Slap", Yang Buhui slapped Song Qingshu hard.With a lot of force on the palm, Song Qingshu's left face immediately swelled up.

Song Qingshu turned his face slowly, raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his lips, and said slowly: "Thank you, Vice-Master Yang, for your reward."

"Song Qingshu, are you determined to give up? What benefit did Zhou Zhiruo give you? Why did you kill Uncle Mo Qi?" Yang Buhui shouted sharply.

"There is no benefit, I am willing." Song Qingshu said coldly, "I already have a fiancée, and she is the head of the Emei Sect, Zhou. I also ask Vice Master Yang to respect himself."

Self-respect you are paralyzed!Yang Buhui really wanted to curse.The moonlight shone through the forest, Song Qingshu's face was half pale and half bruised, and there was no emotion in his beautiful starry eyes, which was extremely frightening.Yang Buhui suddenly asked in a low voice: "Who is forcing you? Or am I making you unhappy? Say..."

"No, not at all." Song Qingshu pushed her away impatiently, and strode out of the forest, "I have nothing to do, I'm leaving. Your Mingjiao is an evil heretic, next time Song meets the deputy leader, he won't give in easily. "

Yang Buhui closed his eyes, then opened them again, staring at the dead leaves all over the ground.The footsteps behind her were getting farther and farther away, and they were walking faster and faster, without a moment's hesitation.

He really left, not acting, and did not start over.Yang Buhui suppressed his whole body trembling, and slowly squatted down facing the long shadow on the ground.Trying to put on a smile, she touched the shadow and said, "He's gone. Be good, we won't chase him, we won't..."

When Wei Yixiao found her, Yang Buhui was squatting under a tree, her skirt was already wet.The girl bit her skirt in her mouth, and the teardrops in her eyes slipped down silently.When it comes to tracking and escaping, Wei Yixiao thinks he is second and no one thinks he is the first, but he just doesn't know anything about love between men and women.Sighing, he stepped forward and pulled Yang Buhui up: "Let's go, Buhui."

Yang Buhui followed him obediently, like an obedient wooden man.She suddenly said: "At this time, someone should turn on the faucet to artificially rain."

Crying loudly on a rainy day is the standard for dog-blood plots.

Wei Yixiao didn't understand.

In this world, no one can understand.

After a long time, two people turned out from behind the big tree.Song Qingshu stared blankly at the direction Yang Buhui was leaving, and stretched out his hand to grab something, but in the end he hung down in vain, leaving the wind and cold in his spare time.

The other person was hidden in the darkness, his face could not be seen, only his deep voice could be heard: "Do you regret it?"

Song Qingshu murmured: "I don't regret it, I don't regret it..." I don't know if it was his thoughts, or he was reading the girl's name.

Ever since Deputy Hierarch Yang came back, there has been a strange atmosphere in the Mingjiao headquarters.Although Yang Buhui is still the same, she is busy when she should be busy, practicing kung fu when she is not busy, and occasionally hums a few weird little tunes, making people always feel that she has changed.

Zhou Dian asked Yang Xiao, "Your daughter is not practicing kung fu so hard to kill a heartless man, is she?"

Yang Xiao glanced at him and turned his back to drink.If I don't argue with ordinary people, if I talk to Zhou Dian again, I will not regret the kind of idiot I said.

Winter goes to spring, the ice melts, pinworms start to vibrate, and vegetation sprouts.Yang Buhui raised his head and counted geese, one, two, three, four...Compared to Kunlun Mountain, the weather in Haozhou is warmer, but Yang Buhui doesn't like it.She misses the long and fulfilling journey from Kunlun Mountain to Dadu even more, the feeling of warmth by her side, recalling it, even breathing is sweet.

This day, Yang Buhui was practicing calligraphy under the peach blossom tree, and for some reason he became bored again.Playing whip, boxing, and sword techniques all over again, I always feel empty in my heart, so I simply went to find Yang Xiao with a whip.

As soon as he walked outside the room, he heard Yang Xiao's voice: "...this matter needs to be discussed carefully... Be careful..." No matter how many words there are, they can't hear clearly.

Dad, is this cultivating a confidant?Yang Buhui kicked the door habitually: "Father, what are you doing so sneakily? Be honest and be lenient!"

Yang Xiao was slightly startled, glanced at Yang Buhui, and said to the man standing in front of him, "Go."

The man hurriedly lowered his head and hurried away from Yang Buhui.Yang Buhui tilted his head to look, very puzzled.Why didn't this man salute himself?

"Father, who is this person? Have you never seen him before?" She looked back at the man's back, lowered her head, and walked hurriedly, looking suspicious.

Yang Xiao said: "People from Fengzimen."

"Hey, didn't the master of Fengzimen see you yesterday, what did you do to see this person?" Yang Buhui asked casually.

Yang Xiao paused: "I see this guy is pretty good, and I want to pass the exam to see if I can be your husband."

Yang Buhui stopped his hand playing with the Hubi: "Are you kidding me?" It was because I broke my head in a fight with Zhou Dian yesterday, and said foolish words, I still want to be the number one leftover girl of Mingjiao!

Yang Xiao sternly said, "You are almost seventeen!"

What's wrong with almost seventeen?Not nearly seventy.Dad hates marriage, ancient and modern.Yang Buhui just wanted to roll his eyes: "Not to marry...ah, dad, do you have any news about what I inquired about?" In the end, quarrels and the like are louder than anyone else, so why not change the subject, for example, did you find my mother? .

Sure enough, Yang Xiao was taken out of rhythm.He sighed: "There are some clues. Now, I really believe what you said, your mother is still alive. She just blamed me and refused to come out to see me."

When the old man was sad, Yang Buhui also felt bad.Sitting next to Yang Xiao: "Father, don't be sad. Maybe Mom just cares about you silently."

"If you get married earlier, Dad won't worry so much."