Yitian Tulongji: No Regret Book
Chapter 22
In the blink of an eye, it was the end of April, and Zhou Zhiruo carefully selected ten disciples of the Emei Sect to go to Shaolin Temple to participate in the Lion Slaying Conference.Traveling fast all the way, at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, many sects in the rivers and lakes have gathered together, white, black, bright and dark.Shaolin Temple deserves to be a thousand-year-old temple, and there are many monks who know guests along the way.Which family lives where, who lives in which place, is arranged in an orderly manner.Song Qingshu had a beard on his face, and none of his usual friends in the world recognized him. On the contrary, he had heard a lot about how the Wudang faction wanted to hunt and kill him.Song Qingshu could only smile wryly after hearing this.
On the side of the road up the mountain, a luxurious carriage aroused his interest.The carriage was luxuriously decorated, and the two men riding in front, Song Qingshu recognized at a glance, were Ji Ran and his son Ji Feiyu.
Shaolin Temple also sent a hero card to Jinbian Ji's family?Song Qingshu turned his head and saw Ji Feiyu's youthful and vigorous appearance, just like his former self.He couldn't help but take a few more glances, trying to see the familiar features on that young face.
A Zhike monk had already come to guide the Ji family, Ji Ran whispered something to Ji Feiyu, Ji Feiyu nodded, ordered someone to drive the car, and walked to the front with a grunt.
Along the way, Song Qingshu heard countless rumors.Xie Xun was imprisoned in Houshan, guarded by the three monks of Shaolin Temple, Duer, Dujie and Dunan.Many people have broken into the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle, and most of them never returned.The masters of the Qinghai School rushed into the battle again and again, but returned in defeat.He Taichong and Ban Shuxian, the husband and wife of the head of the Kunlun School, also died in the back mountain of Shaolin.After Song Qingshu heard this, he felt a little happy in his heart.These two people tortured Yang Buhui back then, Yang Buhui didn't care about them, now he was killed in a foreign country, his body was broken, it was also retribution.
Suddenly there was a sound of horns coming from the foot of the mountain, all sects were wondering, and suddenly heard an unknown person next to him say: "It is the disciples of the Ming Cult who are welcoming Zhang Wuji." The disciples of Emei who were sent to inquire about the news came back.He said: "Mingjiao has sent people to surround the Shaolin Temple and build a wooden shed five miles away."
Hearing that the explanation had arrived, Zhou Zhiruo sneered, "Oh, let's go."
Because Emei is different from other sects, Zhike monk specially invited Zhou Zhiruo and others to the Daxiong Hall.As soon as he entered the mountain gate, he saw Zhang Wuji leading the Mingjiao people coming from the other side.Zhou Zhiruo stared at Zhang Wuji coldly, without saying a word.Yin Tianzheng and Yin Yewang were already shouting and cursing: "Where is the female thief who stole the knife!"
"The dragon-slaying knife was originally passed down to my ancestor Guo Xiang in Emei by the hero Guo Jing and the lady Huang Rong. The Emei faction took back the dragon-slaying knife, so it should be so." Zhou Zhiruo sneered, her eyes fell on a young congregation behind Zhang Wuji, "May I ask Hierarch Zhang, you brought Princess Shaomin into Shaolin Temple, but you want all the masters to look good?"
Song Qingshu raised his eyes and saw that Yang Xiao was standing behind Zhang Wuji, his expression was clear and sad, and his hair was half gray.At first, he had fantasies that Yang Buhui's death was a rumor from the Ming Cult, but now it seems that Yang Xiao is in such a situation, it goes without saying.Song Qingshu panicked, his hands and feet almost lost strength.
The two sides were at a stalemate, and another angry voice came from outside the mountain gate: "Let's ask Master Zhou, where is Song Qingshu, my Wudang rebel?"
Song Qingshu's shoulder trembled slightly, and when he looked up, it was Yu Lianzhou and Yin Liting from the Wudang School who came up the mountain with a group of Wudang disciples.Although he had a beard glued to his face, Yu Lianzhou still recognized him at a glance.
For a time, the three parties stood side by side, forming a tripod.Zhou Zhiruo snorted softly: "My husband is already from Emei, if Wudang refuses to accept it, just let him come here." His tone was extremely arrogant.
Seeing that the three parties were about to fight if they disagreed, Kong Zhi and other monks clasped their hands together and tried to persuade them.Among them, there is going back to the past, and the grievances and grievances between Mingjiao and Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei are described in detail.It wasn't until the sun went down that the three parties agreed to see Zhenzhang at the Duanyang Day meeting.
When Mingjiao left, he was still listening to Zhou Dian's complaints, and there was no fight.Yang Xiao turned around suddenly and stared deeply at Song Qingshu, which made him break out in a cold sweat.
It was night, Song Qingshu couldn't sleep, got up and put on his clothes, and walked in the courtyard.He and Zhou Zhiruo were only married in name.Although Zhou Zhiruo had been gentle to him in every possible way, he was always indifferent to him, and as time passed, she stopped paying attention to him.
What Zhou Zhiruo said during the day lingered in her ears: "Remember your mission."
I remember it, remember it very clearly.
Suddenly, a figure flashed across the night sky, light and erratic, like a frightened bird.Song Qingshu was slightly stunned, and immediately caught up with him by two steps.The man turned his back to the moonlight and couldn't see her face, only felt that she was smiling mischievously at him.
In the ear, Yang Buhui's delicate laughter suddenly sounded: "Song Qingshu."
Song Qingshu immediately jumped onto the wall, trying to catch up.The monks of Bodhidharma who were watching the night saw Song Qingshu suddenly rushing up to the wall, and rushed to stop him: "Benefactor Song, please come back."
"Did you see someone coming?" Song Qingshu asked, pointing in the direction where the figure disappeared.
The monk shook his head: "I don't have any. Please donate Song to rest earlier."
Song Qingshu was at a loss for a while.Thinking that the old people meet each other, but it is a dream.No regrets, you really hate me.
There were about [-] people in Shaolin Square on Dragon Boat Festival, and the huge vegetable garden was full.A number of large and small wooden sheds were set up around the garden, and the gang with a large number of people occupied one shed exclusively, while the few gangs crowded together with other gangs.There is chaos, not to mention.
While there was a lot of chatter about recommending a notary, Emei Pai Jingjia said viciously: "When two people fight, the one who lives wins, and the one who dies loses. Lord Yan is a notary." This attracted everyone's attention.
Situ Qianzhong mocked: "Tsk tsk tsk! What a powerful Emei sect. As the saying goes: A good man doesn't fight a woman, and a good drunk doesn't fight a nun."
With two quick swishes, he rushed towards Situ Qianzhong through the air.Those with good eyesight saw three small rosary beads, which were moving swiftly and violently like lightning. Someone already screamed that the rosary beads were too fast, but Situ Qianzhong still had a smile on his face, and he couldn't avoid it.
There were only three loud bangs of bang bang bang, and black mist rose in the middle of the venue.Xia Zhou, who was closest to Situ Qianzhong, stepped forward to beat him, and found that Situ Qianzhong's clothes were all on fire, and his face was scratched, but luckily he was fine.
All the heroes suddenly shouted, the Emei faction made a plot against it, it was not the actions of a hero.Xia Zhou also shouted angrily: "You are so vicious, are you worthy of the heroine Guo Xiang and Guo of your sect?"
Yang Xiao suddenly stood up.He could clearly hear that before the three rosary beads almost hit Situ Qianzhong, they were hit by three forces, which triggered a thunderstorm.In this world, only the supernatural power of flicking fingers has such power.
Don't you regret it?she is not dead?Remembering that his daughter's body was not found in the wing room, Yang Xiao's heart suddenly ignited a raging fire.
"Yang Zuoshi, what's the matter with you?" Zhang Wuji asked.
Yang Xiao stood by the shed, looking around the big square.There were also quite a few women participating in the Lion Slaying Conference today, but I didn't see a girl with a figure similar to Buhui.Yang Xiao's gaze paused, and he was suddenly stunned.
Why is there someone from the Ji family?
Yang Xiao stared, the Ji family occupied a small shed, and there were only Ji Ran, Ji Feiyu and his son in it, and the rest of them, seeing that they were Ji family's servants in their attire, and there was no girl inside, he was immediately disappointed.
Situ Qianzhong almost died on the spot, but he still didn't forget to take a sip of wine to suppress the shock, pointing at Zhou Zhiruo: "Little girl, you too..."
Zhou Zhiruo raised her eyebrows, and was about to make a move when Song Qingshu stopped her: "Master, the important thing is important."
Seeing Zhou Zhiruo shaking her head slowly, Jing Jia lowered her long eyebrows even more: "On the Shaolin Temple site, when will it be the turn of the alcoholic to talk again?"
Master Zhikong heard that the contradiction was aimed at Shaolin, and he stepped forward to preside over the meeting.A turmoil that might lead to a major event was temporarily forgotten.
Zhou Zhiruo was a little annoyed when she failed to establish her prestige, and she refused to speak much.Not long after, the rules were discussed, and each player would win two games, so they came down to rest.After the fight until Shen Shi, it was the turn of the Beggar Clan leader to face Song Qingshu.
Seeing that he was an acquaintance, Zhangbo Longtou smiled and struck Song Qingshu with his palm.Song Qingshu turned around to relieve his strength, and hit with the cotton palm of the Emei School with his backhand.After two tricks, a discerning person can see that these two people are not Libo at all, but seem to be playing tricks.
Taking advantage of the close-to-body combat between the two, Zhangbo Longtou asked in a low voice: "Are you ready?" But Song Qingshu cast two cold eyes: "Of course, I will send you on your way right away."
As soon as the words fell, Song Qingshu stretched out his right hand, with five fingers like grasping, and immediately grabbed five deep bloodstains on the throat of the palm bowl dragon head.The palm-bowl leader turned over and fell down, and died immediately.
Everyone on the field screamed, among them Mingjiao Yang Xiao and others were even more surprised.Zhang Wuji, Yang Xiao, Fan Yao and the Wu Sanren have seen Yang Buhui use this kind of kung fu.Never thought that Song Qingshu would do this trick.
Fan Yao asked in a low voice: "Do you regret teaching Song Qingshu?"
"Impossible!" Yang Xiao denied, "The wedding..." Thinking of the wedding, Yang Xiao's heart ached, "She only practiced it not long before that day. It is impossible for her to teach Song Qingshu."
The beggar gang snatched eight people at the same time, snatched the body of the dragon head who held the bowl, and left.The law enforcement elder said angrily: "You bastard surnamed Song, don't you speak well? Such a villain, I will call you back and forth!"
The heroes were startled, what is the right thing to say?On the other hand, Song Qingshu rushed forward without saying a word.The law enforcement elder was thin and small, and his five fingers were as sharp as claws. One move was faster than the other, and he had to grab five fingerprints on Song Qingshu's throat.Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu made moves with both hands one after another, twirling and flying in circles, stretched out his right hand, and inserted five fingers straight into the forehead of the law enforcement elder, leaving five bloody holes, which was extremely terrifying.The law enforcement elder fell to the ground, with no intention of surviving.
The scene was in an uproar, and only Yang Xiao noticed that a trace of anger flashed in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes.
Fan Yao and Zhang Wuji had been splitting their tricks early on, intending to unravel Song Qingshu's weird kung fu.On the field, Song Qingshu had already returned to the shed in Emei, Yang Xiao paid close attention to the movement there, seeing Zhou Zhiruo talking to Song Qingshu, his expression was quite strange.Song Qingshu didn't say a word, his expression was indifferent, as if he didn't hear him at all.
After a while, Song Qingshu floated onto the stage, looked around blankly, and said, "Is there any other hero who can enlighten me?"
"I ask the head of the Emei School, Zhou, to enlighten me."
The clear and bright girl's voice suddenly resounded around the field.The strange thing is that the sound direction of each word is not the same, sometimes east, west, south, north, like a ghost.Others could hear it, but when everyone in Mingjiao heard this, they rushed out, shouting "No regrets!", "No regrets sister!", "Deputy leader!"
With a whoop, a yellow figure jumped down from Mingjiao's shed, as pretty as a spring flower, and as white as snow on a mountain.It turned out that the Shaolin monks built the shed and put a layer of straw on the top.The members of the Ming Cult were all excellent in martial arts, but they didn't realize that there was a person secretly hiding above their heads.
Song Qingshu was completely stunned.He kept lying to himself that the black shadow he saw yesterday was a hallucination, and Yang Buhui was already dead.She never thought that she would just jump in front of her like this.Pretty, she smiled at herself.
"Song Qingshu, I'm here to collect debts."
The voice of this sentence was extremely low, and only Song Qingshu heard it.Song Qingshu, who had been suppressed in his heart for half a year, heard the familiar tone and saw the familiar smile, and suddenly laughed, from lips to eyes, from eyes to heart.It was as if there was a ray of sunshine falling from his head, sweeping away the haze all over his body.Looking at Zhang Wuji from a distance, a strange feeling arose in his heart, Senior Brother Song, who was once a gentleman, had returned.
Seeing his daughter intact, Yang Xiao was so excited that he couldn't contain himself.Yang Buhui turned his head, and smiled at Mingjiao and the others: "Hi everyone, I'm Hu... no, I, Yang Buhui, am back again!"
Everyone laughed loudly, Zhou Dian shouted loudly: "I knew that the deputy leader is lucky!"
Situ Qianzhong's yin and yang voice came from afar: "Little girl, you are late, Song Qingshu is already the husband of the head of Emei Zhou. Her hand is very powerful, be careful that she ruins your appearance, hey, It's a pity, a pity."
Yang Buhui smiled slightly, suddenly stretched out his left hand, and flicked his finger, a big hole was burst in Situ Qianzhong's wine gourd, and the wine gurgled cleanly.She raised her voice and said, "Senior Situ, please stop talking and drink more wine."
This tactic of flicking fingers clearly told everyone that she was the one who blocked the sneak attack of the Emei faction and saved Situ Qianzhong's life.
The smile on Song Qingshu's lips deepened.This is Yang Buhui, the naughty and cute little demon girl.He couldn't help but said: "I don't regret..."
Yang Buhui glanced at him, cupped his fists and saluted: "Song Shaoxia, today in front of the heroes of the world, Yang asked you a few questions, I hope you can answer them honestly."
Yang Xiao and the others looked at each other, wondering what kind of medicine Yang Buhui was selling in the gourd.
"Don't pay attention!" Zhou Zhiruo shouted suddenly.
Song Qingshu looked like he was possessed, and smiled at Yang Buhui, "Say it."
"Outside Lulong's Maitreya Temple, the day before meeting the beggar gang, did you meet the Wudang faction Mo Shengu Mo Qixia?" Yang Buhui's voice was clear and clear, and he spit out every sentence with the breath of his dantian, piercing far away .
"Yes."
"What did he tell you?"
"He wants me to go back to Wudang Mountain."
"Why don't you go back?"
"because……"
"Because someone forced you with some oath?"
"Yes……"
"What else did that person do?"
Song Qingshu hesitated, not knowing what to say, when he suddenly heard exclamations from all around, and a gust of wind rushed towards him at an incomparably fast speed, he knew it was Zhou Zhiruo who came to kill and silence him.He had seen Zhou Zhiruo's whipping technique before, it was as fast as lightning and as fierce as a gust of wind, it was unavoidable with his current lightness kung fu.In an instant, his thoughts changed, he glanced at Yang Buhui with nostalgia, and was about to close his eyes to suffer death, but when he heard a crackling sound, the whip in Zhou Zhiruo's hand was stopped by life and death.
Yang Buhui was holding a snow-white long whip in his hand, the whip was entangled with the black whip in Zhou Zhiruo's hand, like two long snakes.Yang Buhui said slowly: "Please make way, Shaoxia Song, there are a lot of accounts to be settled between me and Sect Master Zhou."
Song Qingshu retreated to the edge of the square, and when the people around saw him coming, they rushed to the side one after another, like avoiding snakes and scorpions.Song Qingshu was quite disappointed in his heart, but at this moment, he heard a female voice say: "Song Shaoxia, please come this way."
Song Qingshu followed the sound and saw a middle-aged woman with her face covered, wearing a coarse cloth dress, clean, with a calm and elegant demeanor, and she didn't know which sect she belonged to.Her eyes were extremely gentle, as if she had seen them somewhere.Song Qingshu was grateful in his heart, walked slowly, and bowed his hands in salute: "Thank you, senior."
The woman pointed to the stool beside her: "Sit down."
Song Qingshu stopped talking, and after sitting sideways, he only paid attention to the movement on the court.The whips in Yang Buhui's and Zhou Zhiruo's hands have been separated, and they each occupy one end of the field, and neither of them takes the initiative to make a move.
"Oh, Yang Buhui, aren't you dead?" Zhou Zhiruo suddenly said coldly.
Yang Buhui smiled lazily: "Some people are still alive after stealing the Dragon Saber, why should I die?"
On the side of the road up the mountain, a luxurious carriage aroused his interest.The carriage was luxuriously decorated, and the two men riding in front, Song Qingshu recognized at a glance, were Ji Ran and his son Ji Feiyu.
Shaolin Temple also sent a hero card to Jinbian Ji's family?Song Qingshu turned his head and saw Ji Feiyu's youthful and vigorous appearance, just like his former self.He couldn't help but take a few more glances, trying to see the familiar features on that young face.
A Zhike monk had already come to guide the Ji family, Ji Ran whispered something to Ji Feiyu, Ji Feiyu nodded, ordered someone to drive the car, and walked to the front with a grunt.
Along the way, Song Qingshu heard countless rumors.Xie Xun was imprisoned in Houshan, guarded by the three monks of Shaolin Temple, Duer, Dujie and Dunan.Many people have broken into the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle, and most of them never returned.The masters of the Qinghai School rushed into the battle again and again, but returned in defeat.He Taichong and Ban Shuxian, the husband and wife of the head of the Kunlun School, also died in the back mountain of Shaolin.After Song Qingshu heard this, he felt a little happy in his heart.These two people tortured Yang Buhui back then, Yang Buhui didn't care about them, now he was killed in a foreign country, his body was broken, it was also retribution.
Suddenly there was a sound of horns coming from the foot of the mountain, all sects were wondering, and suddenly heard an unknown person next to him say: "It is the disciples of the Ming Cult who are welcoming Zhang Wuji." The disciples of Emei who were sent to inquire about the news came back.He said: "Mingjiao has sent people to surround the Shaolin Temple and build a wooden shed five miles away."
Hearing that the explanation had arrived, Zhou Zhiruo sneered, "Oh, let's go."
Because Emei is different from other sects, Zhike monk specially invited Zhou Zhiruo and others to the Daxiong Hall.As soon as he entered the mountain gate, he saw Zhang Wuji leading the Mingjiao people coming from the other side.Zhou Zhiruo stared at Zhang Wuji coldly, without saying a word.Yin Tianzheng and Yin Yewang were already shouting and cursing: "Where is the female thief who stole the knife!"
"The dragon-slaying knife was originally passed down to my ancestor Guo Xiang in Emei by the hero Guo Jing and the lady Huang Rong. The Emei faction took back the dragon-slaying knife, so it should be so." Zhou Zhiruo sneered, her eyes fell on a young congregation behind Zhang Wuji, "May I ask Hierarch Zhang, you brought Princess Shaomin into Shaolin Temple, but you want all the masters to look good?"
Song Qingshu raised his eyes and saw that Yang Xiao was standing behind Zhang Wuji, his expression was clear and sad, and his hair was half gray.At first, he had fantasies that Yang Buhui's death was a rumor from the Ming Cult, but now it seems that Yang Xiao is in such a situation, it goes without saying.Song Qingshu panicked, his hands and feet almost lost strength.
The two sides were at a stalemate, and another angry voice came from outside the mountain gate: "Let's ask Master Zhou, where is Song Qingshu, my Wudang rebel?"
Song Qingshu's shoulder trembled slightly, and when he looked up, it was Yu Lianzhou and Yin Liting from the Wudang School who came up the mountain with a group of Wudang disciples.Although he had a beard glued to his face, Yu Lianzhou still recognized him at a glance.
For a time, the three parties stood side by side, forming a tripod.Zhou Zhiruo snorted softly: "My husband is already from Emei, if Wudang refuses to accept it, just let him come here." His tone was extremely arrogant.
Seeing that the three parties were about to fight if they disagreed, Kong Zhi and other monks clasped their hands together and tried to persuade them.Among them, there is going back to the past, and the grievances and grievances between Mingjiao and Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei are described in detail.It wasn't until the sun went down that the three parties agreed to see Zhenzhang at the Duanyang Day meeting.
When Mingjiao left, he was still listening to Zhou Dian's complaints, and there was no fight.Yang Xiao turned around suddenly and stared deeply at Song Qingshu, which made him break out in a cold sweat.
It was night, Song Qingshu couldn't sleep, got up and put on his clothes, and walked in the courtyard.He and Zhou Zhiruo were only married in name.Although Zhou Zhiruo had been gentle to him in every possible way, he was always indifferent to him, and as time passed, she stopped paying attention to him.
What Zhou Zhiruo said during the day lingered in her ears: "Remember your mission."
I remember it, remember it very clearly.
Suddenly, a figure flashed across the night sky, light and erratic, like a frightened bird.Song Qingshu was slightly stunned, and immediately caught up with him by two steps.The man turned his back to the moonlight and couldn't see her face, only felt that she was smiling mischievously at him.
In the ear, Yang Buhui's delicate laughter suddenly sounded: "Song Qingshu."
Song Qingshu immediately jumped onto the wall, trying to catch up.The monks of Bodhidharma who were watching the night saw Song Qingshu suddenly rushing up to the wall, and rushed to stop him: "Benefactor Song, please come back."
"Did you see someone coming?" Song Qingshu asked, pointing in the direction where the figure disappeared.
The monk shook his head: "I don't have any. Please donate Song to rest earlier."
Song Qingshu was at a loss for a while.Thinking that the old people meet each other, but it is a dream.No regrets, you really hate me.
There were about [-] people in Shaolin Square on Dragon Boat Festival, and the huge vegetable garden was full.A number of large and small wooden sheds were set up around the garden, and the gang with a large number of people occupied one shed exclusively, while the few gangs crowded together with other gangs.There is chaos, not to mention.
While there was a lot of chatter about recommending a notary, Emei Pai Jingjia said viciously: "When two people fight, the one who lives wins, and the one who dies loses. Lord Yan is a notary." This attracted everyone's attention.
Situ Qianzhong mocked: "Tsk tsk tsk! What a powerful Emei sect. As the saying goes: A good man doesn't fight a woman, and a good drunk doesn't fight a nun."
With two quick swishes, he rushed towards Situ Qianzhong through the air.Those with good eyesight saw three small rosary beads, which were moving swiftly and violently like lightning. Someone already screamed that the rosary beads were too fast, but Situ Qianzhong still had a smile on his face, and he couldn't avoid it.
There were only three loud bangs of bang bang bang, and black mist rose in the middle of the venue.Xia Zhou, who was closest to Situ Qianzhong, stepped forward to beat him, and found that Situ Qianzhong's clothes were all on fire, and his face was scratched, but luckily he was fine.
All the heroes suddenly shouted, the Emei faction made a plot against it, it was not the actions of a hero.Xia Zhou also shouted angrily: "You are so vicious, are you worthy of the heroine Guo Xiang and Guo of your sect?"
Yang Xiao suddenly stood up.He could clearly hear that before the three rosary beads almost hit Situ Qianzhong, they were hit by three forces, which triggered a thunderstorm.In this world, only the supernatural power of flicking fingers has such power.
Don't you regret it?she is not dead?Remembering that his daughter's body was not found in the wing room, Yang Xiao's heart suddenly ignited a raging fire.
"Yang Zuoshi, what's the matter with you?" Zhang Wuji asked.
Yang Xiao stood by the shed, looking around the big square.There were also quite a few women participating in the Lion Slaying Conference today, but I didn't see a girl with a figure similar to Buhui.Yang Xiao's gaze paused, and he was suddenly stunned.
Why is there someone from the Ji family?
Yang Xiao stared, the Ji family occupied a small shed, and there were only Ji Ran, Ji Feiyu and his son in it, and the rest of them, seeing that they were Ji family's servants in their attire, and there was no girl inside, he was immediately disappointed.
Situ Qianzhong almost died on the spot, but he still didn't forget to take a sip of wine to suppress the shock, pointing at Zhou Zhiruo: "Little girl, you too..."
Zhou Zhiruo raised her eyebrows, and was about to make a move when Song Qingshu stopped her: "Master, the important thing is important."
Seeing Zhou Zhiruo shaking her head slowly, Jing Jia lowered her long eyebrows even more: "On the Shaolin Temple site, when will it be the turn of the alcoholic to talk again?"
Master Zhikong heard that the contradiction was aimed at Shaolin, and he stepped forward to preside over the meeting.A turmoil that might lead to a major event was temporarily forgotten.
Zhou Zhiruo was a little annoyed when she failed to establish her prestige, and she refused to speak much.Not long after, the rules were discussed, and each player would win two games, so they came down to rest.After the fight until Shen Shi, it was the turn of the Beggar Clan leader to face Song Qingshu.
Seeing that he was an acquaintance, Zhangbo Longtou smiled and struck Song Qingshu with his palm.Song Qingshu turned around to relieve his strength, and hit with the cotton palm of the Emei School with his backhand.After two tricks, a discerning person can see that these two people are not Libo at all, but seem to be playing tricks.
Taking advantage of the close-to-body combat between the two, Zhangbo Longtou asked in a low voice: "Are you ready?" But Song Qingshu cast two cold eyes: "Of course, I will send you on your way right away."
As soon as the words fell, Song Qingshu stretched out his right hand, with five fingers like grasping, and immediately grabbed five deep bloodstains on the throat of the palm bowl dragon head.The palm-bowl leader turned over and fell down, and died immediately.
Everyone on the field screamed, among them Mingjiao Yang Xiao and others were even more surprised.Zhang Wuji, Yang Xiao, Fan Yao and the Wu Sanren have seen Yang Buhui use this kind of kung fu.Never thought that Song Qingshu would do this trick.
Fan Yao asked in a low voice: "Do you regret teaching Song Qingshu?"
"Impossible!" Yang Xiao denied, "The wedding..." Thinking of the wedding, Yang Xiao's heart ached, "She only practiced it not long before that day. It is impossible for her to teach Song Qingshu."
The beggar gang snatched eight people at the same time, snatched the body of the dragon head who held the bowl, and left.The law enforcement elder said angrily: "You bastard surnamed Song, don't you speak well? Such a villain, I will call you back and forth!"
The heroes were startled, what is the right thing to say?On the other hand, Song Qingshu rushed forward without saying a word.The law enforcement elder was thin and small, and his five fingers were as sharp as claws. One move was faster than the other, and he had to grab five fingerprints on Song Qingshu's throat.Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu made moves with both hands one after another, twirling and flying in circles, stretched out his right hand, and inserted five fingers straight into the forehead of the law enforcement elder, leaving five bloody holes, which was extremely terrifying.The law enforcement elder fell to the ground, with no intention of surviving.
The scene was in an uproar, and only Yang Xiao noticed that a trace of anger flashed in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes.
Fan Yao and Zhang Wuji had been splitting their tricks early on, intending to unravel Song Qingshu's weird kung fu.On the field, Song Qingshu had already returned to the shed in Emei, Yang Xiao paid close attention to the movement there, seeing Zhou Zhiruo talking to Song Qingshu, his expression was quite strange.Song Qingshu didn't say a word, his expression was indifferent, as if he didn't hear him at all.
After a while, Song Qingshu floated onto the stage, looked around blankly, and said, "Is there any other hero who can enlighten me?"
"I ask the head of the Emei School, Zhou, to enlighten me."
The clear and bright girl's voice suddenly resounded around the field.The strange thing is that the sound direction of each word is not the same, sometimes east, west, south, north, like a ghost.Others could hear it, but when everyone in Mingjiao heard this, they rushed out, shouting "No regrets!", "No regrets sister!", "Deputy leader!"
With a whoop, a yellow figure jumped down from Mingjiao's shed, as pretty as a spring flower, and as white as snow on a mountain.It turned out that the Shaolin monks built the shed and put a layer of straw on the top.The members of the Ming Cult were all excellent in martial arts, but they didn't realize that there was a person secretly hiding above their heads.
Song Qingshu was completely stunned.He kept lying to himself that the black shadow he saw yesterday was a hallucination, and Yang Buhui was already dead.She never thought that she would just jump in front of her like this.Pretty, she smiled at herself.
"Song Qingshu, I'm here to collect debts."
The voice of this sentence was extremely low, and only Song Qingshu heard it.Song Qingshu, who had been suppressed in his heart for half a year, heard the familiar tone and saw the familiar smile, and suddenly laughed, from lips to eyes, from eyes to heart.It was as if there was a ray of sunshine falling from his head, sweeping away the haze all over his body.Looking at Zhang Wuji from a distance, a strange feeling arose in his heart, Senior Brother Song, who was once a gentleman, had returned.
Seeing his daughter intact, Yang Xiao was so excited that he couldn't contain himself.Yang Buhui turned his head, and smiled at Mingjiao and the others: "Hi everyone, I'm Hu... no, I, Yang Buhui, am back again!"
Everyone laughed loudly, Zhou Dian shouted loudly: "I knew that the deputy leader is lucky!"
Situ Qianzhong's yin and yang voice came from afar: "Little girl, you are late, Song Qingshu is already the husband of the head of Emei Zhou. Her hand is very powerful, be careful that she ruins your appearance, hey, It's a pity, a pity."
Yang Buhui smiled slightly, suddenly stretched out his left hand, and flicked his finger, a big hole was burst in Situ Qianzhong's wine gourd, and the wine gurgled cleanly.She raised her voice and said, "Senior Situ, please stop talking and drink more wine."
This tactic of flicking fingers clearly told everyone that she was the one who blocked the sneak attack of the Emei faction and saved Situ Qianzhong's life.
The smile on Song Qingshu's lips deepened.This is Yang Buhui, the naughty and cute little demon girl.He couldn't help but said: "I don't regret..."
Yang Buhui glanced at him, cupped his fists and saluted: "Song Shaoxia, today in front of the heroes of the world, Yang asked you a few questions, I hope you can answer them honestly."
Yang Xiao and the others looked at each other, wondering what kind of medicine Yang Buhui was selling in the gourd.
"Don't pay attention!" Zhou Zhiruo shouted suddenly.
Song Qingshu looked like he was possessed, and smiled at Yang Buhui, "Say it."
"Outside Lulong's Maitreya Temple, the day before meeting the beggar gang, did you meet the Wudang faction Mo Shengu Mo Qixia?" Yang Buhui's voice was clear and clear, and he spit out every sentence with the breath of his dantian, piercing far away .
"Yes."
"What did he tell you?"
"He wants me to go back to Wudang Mountain."
"Why don't you go back?"
"because……"
"Because someone forced you with some oath?"
"Yes……"
"What else did that person do?"
Song Qingshu hesitated, not knowing what to say, when he suddenly heard exclamations from all around, and a gust of wind rushed towards him at an incomparably fast speed, he knew it was Zhou Zhiruo who came to kill and silence him.He had seen Zhou Zhiruo's whipping technique before, it was as fast as lightning and as fierce as a gust of wind, it was unavoidable with his current lightness kung fu.In an instant, his thoughts changed, he glanced at Yang Buhui with nostalgia, and was about to close his eyes to suffer death, but when he heard a crackling sound, the whip in Zhou Zhiruo's hand was stopped by life and death.
Yang Buhui was holding a snow-white long whip in his hand, the whip was entangled with the black whip in Zhou Zhiruo's hand, like two long snakes.Yang Buhui said slowly: "Please make way, Shaoxia Song, there are a lot of accounts to be settled between me and Sect Master Zhou."
Song Qingshu retreated to the edge of the square, and when the people around saw him coming, they rushed to the side one after another, like avoiding snakes and scorpions.Song Qingshu was quite disappointed in his heart, but at this moment, he heard a female voice say: "Song Shaoxia, please come this way."
Song Qingshu followed the sound and saw a middle-aged woman with her face covered, wearing a coarse cloth dress, clean, with a calm and elegant demeanor, and she didn't know which sect she belonged to.Her eyes were extremely gentle, as if she had seen them somewhere.Song Qingshu was grateful in his heart, walked slowly, and bowed his hands in salute: "Thank you, senior."
The woman pointed to the stool beside her: "Sit down."
Song Qingshu stopped talking, and after sitting sideways, he only paid attention to the movement on the court.The whips in Yang Buhui's and Zhou Zhiruo's hands have been separated, and they each occupy one end of the field, and neither of them takes the initiative to make a move.
"Oh, Yang Buhui, aren't you dead?" Zhou Zhiruo suddenly said coldly.
Yang Buhui smiled lazily: "Some people are still alive after stealing the Dragon Saber, why should I die?"
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