Yitian Tulongji: No Regret Book

King Yinye responded loudly, "That's right!"

Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful eyes sank, the soft whip trembled like a spirit snake, and came straight for Yang Buhui's chest.Yang Buhui deftly dodged sideways, no matter how Zhou Zhiruo swung it, he held the whip and did not fight back.Zhou Zhiruo pressed on step by step, the whip looked like cotton and silk, shaking off into big and small circles, intending to cover Yang Buhui's whole body.But the strange thing is that Yang Buhui just dodges without haste, his clothes fluttering like a celestial girl.

"Make a move!" Zhou Zhiruo yelled, the long whip in her hand nimble and nimble, biting Yang Buhui like a snake.

Yang Buhui said: "I'm afraid I'll hurt you." His words were ridiculed towards Zhou Zhiruo.

Zhang Wuji didn't know what Yang Buhui wanted to do, but Yang Xiao guessed one or two, and his heart relaxed a little.Just as he was about to look away, he suddenly saw Song Qingshu sitting beside a woman.From his own perspective, Song Qingshu happened to block most of the woman's figure, but judging from her sitting posture, she was very familiar.

Zhou Zhiruo became angry from embarrassment, and her shots became faster and faster.At this time, someone yelled loudly: "Master Zhou, you are so shameless, why did my Ji family's family whip method get into your hands!"

"That's right! It looks familiar to me, so it's the idea of ​​the Jinbianji family." Yang Buhui's casual expression changed, "So you stole it!"

The heroes on the field started discussing loudly.Not long ago, the Ji family lost their ancestral whip technique. The Ji family offered a reward of one hundred taels of gold, and they even said that it was stolen by a woman.Since the young master of the Ji family has said so, then this matter must be indistinguishable.

Zhou Zhiruo was furious, she swung the whip with her right hand, extended her left middle finger and index finger together, and pointed at Yang Buhui's chest acupoint.Yang Buhui flicked his whip horizontally, large and small rings wrapped around Zhou Zhiruo's arms: "Zhou Zhiruo, let me ask you, who killed Mo Qixia?"

Zhou Zhiruo gritted her teeth and did not answer.Yang Buhui swung the five fingers of his left hand from bottom to top, brushing against Zhou Zhiruo's elbow.It is exactly the "hand waving five strings" in the Nine Yin Scriptures.Zhou Zhiruo felt a numbness in her arm, and the strength in her whole body was about to disappear, so she jumped back in pain.Yang Buhui's whip entangled her tightly, and no matter how many moves Zhou Zhiruo made just now, Yang Buhui returned them intact, twice as fast.What's even more strange is that Yang Buhui still insisted on speaking: "You killed Mo Qixia!"

Yu Lianzhou and Yin Liting rushed to the sidelines immediately, watching everything on the field eagerly.

Zhou Zhiruo ignored it, threw away the soft whip, gathered her hands into claws, and rushed towards Yang Buhui.Song Qingshu stood up and shouted eagerly: "Beware of poison on your hands." Zhou Zhiruo's skill in practicing the Nine Yin White Bone Claw was stronger than his own, and there was poison in his hands, so Yang Buhui accidentally fell for her tricks.

The middle-aged woman smiled slightly, and comforted her in a low voice: "Don't panic, just sit down and watch." Her voice was as warm as a spring breeze in March, gently brushing against her ears.

Song Qingshu was in a mess when he cared, how could he sit down.I saw Yang Buhui raised his hand, threw the white whip to Yang Xiao, and rushed forward, his fingers turned into claws, and the fight with Zhou Zhiruo became tighter.After a long time, Yang Buhui practiced the complete book of the Nine Yin Scriptures, and his inner strength was deeper, so Zhou Zhiruo's internal energy was obviously at a disadvantage. Yang Buhui leaned forward, his right shoulder sank slightly, and his left arm drew a few circles out of thin air , Immediately stretched out his arms, supporting Zhou Zhiruo's arms.Zhang Wuji let out a "huh", this is not the Chaos Ring Jue in Taijiquan, how could Yang Buhui do it?

Zhou Zhiruo was shocked, her arms were bound and she couldn't open them, so she twisted her body desperately and rolled to the side.Her move was born out of the "snake running raccoon turning over" in the Nine Yin Scriptures, and it is extremely agile.Who knows that Yang Buhui is not here, and with a grab, he tore off a small piece of sleeve on Zhou Zhiruo's left arm.

Everyone exclaimed.Zhou Zhiruo turned pale and trembled all over.As the head of a sect, she suffered such a great humiliation, without even thinking about it, she stretched out her right hand and thrust it into the top of her head.At this time, a piece of clothing was thrown from the crowd, and it covered Zhou Zhiruo's whole body impartially.As for who shot it, no one can see clearly.

Yang Buhui tapped Zhou Zhiruo's acupoints, and looked down at her condescendingly: "Master Zhou, I don't want you to make a fool of yourself either. Please stretch out your hand and let Yu Erxia and Yin Liuxia look at your Shenmen acupoints."

When Yu Lianzhou and Yin Liting heard this, they didn't understand why.Zhou Zhiruo didn't speak, just closed her eyes and waited for death.Zhang Wuji rushed over and asked in a low voice, "Sister Bugui, what do you mean?"

"How can there be scars from the thirteen swords of the Wudang sect on the wrist of Sect Master Zhou?" Yang Buhui asked calmly.

Yu Lianzhou suddenly realized: "You kill your seventh brother!"

Zhou Zhiruo remained silent, Yin Liting was furious, and when he thought of the brotherhood, he couldn't help but shed tears for a moment.Song Qingshu was at the side, thinking of Mo Shenggu's tragic death by Zhou Zhiruo's surprise attack that night, he was speechless.Yin Liting was crying and stepped forward to hug him: "Qing Shu, silly boy, why did you hide it for her?"

"I'm bewitched by beauty." Yang Buhui said coolly, then turned and went back to Mingjiao's shed, where he was warmly welcomed by everyone.

When Yang Xiao saw his daughter came back unscathed, he was both happy and sad, hugged Yang Buhui, "I don't regret you..."

Yang Buhui waited for him to hug enough, then raised the corners of his lips, and smiled slyly: "Father, is there something you are hiding from me?"

Yang Xiao was startled, and was about to explain, when he suddenly saw that Zhou Zhiruo had been welcomed back into the shed by Emei disciples.At this time, a voice suddenly shouted from outside the venue: "Song Qingshu, you kill the leading elder of my beggar gang, my beggar gang is incompatible with you!"

The person who spoke was the elder of the beggar gang.Seeing that he was going to attack, Yu Lianzhou stopped in front of Song Qingshu, and said in a deep voice: "This elder..."

Song Qingshu suddenly pointed at the corpses of the palm dragon head and the guardian elder and said, "Go and see, are these two people from your beggar gang?"

This is strange, isn't it the two of them?Some beggar gang disciples stepped forward, fiddled with it a few times, and shouted: "Why are the hair of the dragon head and the elder gone?"

"Because, you Zhang Bang Longtou and the guardian elder died long ago. I don't know if Master Kongzhi knows these two Shaolin disciples of the round generation?" Song Qingshu asked slowly.

"Qingshu, how do you know?" Yu Lianzhou asked.

Song Qingshu glanced at Yang Xiao, and Yang Xiao immediately stepped forward and saluted Yu Lianzhou and Yin Liting: "It was Yang who ordered it."

I knew it!Yang Bu regretted not wanting to jump up.Yang Xiao said to the thousands of heroes again: "This matter is related to the safety of the Jianghu. The young hero Song Qingshu endured the humiliation and lurked in the Jianghu for many months, and finally obtained evidence." He took out a few pieces of paper from his arms and said: "This is a counterfeit Letters between the stick dragon head and the guardian elders, and the imperial army."

The audience was in an uproar.

Yang Buhui's heart relaxed, and his shoulders sank a lot.All guesses came true.From leaving under the guise of the explosion, to the unannounced visits to Yang Xiao all the way, to today's Shaoshi Mountain, the heart that I have been carrying for a long time fell back into my stomach.Through the buzzing heads, she turned her head to look at Song Qingshu, who happened to be looking at her too.With fixed eyes, it seems that there are thousands of words, which are difficult to tell.

I want to cry to him, crying out the grievance in my heart; I want to laugh at him and tell him that I am not angry anymore.I want to hear his voice, touch his face, tell him that I know his suffering.

It's just that I suddenly felt very tired, and there were soft white clouds covering my whole body.The mother's voice was gentle and soft: "I don't regret it, come and go home with my mother."

Yang Buhui suddenly opened his eyes, and found himself being hugged by someone, in an empty monk's room.Without even thinking about it, he raised his elbow and hit him, only to hear a familiar muffled groan, only to realize that he hit the wrong person.

"You, why are you hugging me?" Yang Buhui stared at Song Qingshu, seeing that his brows were slightly frowned, apparently in pain from being beaten by him.Although he didn't hit the nail on the head, but... the anxiety and worry in his heart must not be discovered by him.

Song Qingshu explained in a low voice: "You fell asleep, Zuo Yang asked me to take care of you, I... just hug you..."

"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Zhou." Yang Buhui politely declined on purpose, but when he turned his head away, he saw a glimmer of depression in Song Qingshu's eyes.

Aw, hurt the innocent boy's heart of the young hero, why is it swollen?Seeing him lowering his head, his eyes lost, and slowly letting go of his hand, Yang Buhui pulled him back in a hurry: "Quickly give me a smile, if you don't smile well, you won't be allowed to leave."

Song Qingshu slowly turned his back and remained silent.Yang Buhui raised his forehead, the young hero's hidden attribute is arrogance?Or are you kidding yourself?

Walking in front of Song Qingshu, Yang Buhui stretched out his hand with a straight face, "Bring it."

"What?" Song Qingshu didn't know why.

"You have to go, fine, pay back what you owe me." Yang Buhui raised his chin, his eyes were provocative and haughty, as strong as bright roses.

Song Qingshu closed his eyes and thought for a while, but couldn't think of what he owed.That slightly sad and pitiful look made Yang Buhui bow his head and secretly smile, when he opened his eyes, he saw the girl's proud eyebrows.

"I really don't know what Qingshu owes..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Buhui had already kissed his lips, murmured with the ambiguous girl in his arms, and it clearly fell into his heart: "You owe me love, and you will never be able to repay it for the rest of your life."

Unexpectedly, in the next moment, Song Qingshu's arm had already looped around her waist, and his other hand was holding the back of her head, with his five fingers inserted into her long black hair.Endless wind and rain, endless venting of lovesickness, Yang Buhui closed his eyes, and hugged his body with his backhand, as if he had been looking forward to this moment a long time ago.

Hey, that's great, I didn't miss him, his person, his warmth, and his heart.

"Yang Buhui," Song Qingshu murmured softly, nostalgic for the entanglement of lips and teeth, "I like you..."

Are young heroes self-taught without a teacher, or is it the result of love?Yang Buhui leaned against him drowsily, all the strength in his body was exhausted, his heart was beating so fast that he was about to jump out, his heart was full of joy.

"Cough cough."

All the unsightly ones were dragged out and chopped down.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The two were startled at the same time.There were two uncles standing at the door, so familiar.Yang Buhui was startled, and was about to break free from Song Qingshu's embrace, but he hugged himself even tighter instead.Although his eyes were fixed on his toes and his face was flushed red, his arms kept wrapping around him without moving.

Yang Buhui's cheeks were flushed, "Hey hey hey" he laughed twice, and said to the handsome uncle with a livid face at the door: "Yang Zuoshi, although I look a lot like your daughter, you must have mistaken me .”

For the first time, Yang Xiao wanted to find Ji Xiaofu and ask him, did she pick this girl up?Shameless and skinless, not at all like the Yang family.

Yu Lianzhou originally came to find Song Qingshu, but he couldn't help himself when he met two young people, and he was also very embarrassed.After a while, he said: "Tarzi soldiers surrounded the Shaolin Temple, please hurry up and help."

The two were startled, and immediately woke up from the tenderness.Song Qingshu asked: "Second Uncle, how is the situation now?"

"There are a lot of Yuan soldiers, and the front and rear mountains are surrounded." Yu Lianzhou said, "Fortunately, Yang Zuoshi arranged for the Ruijin Banner and the Houtu Banner, otherwise they would have attacked the mountain long ago."

Yang Buhui followed Yang Xiao, and was about to go to the Banshan Pavilion to have a look, when he suddenly remembered something, stopped and said, "I have to do something, you guys go first, I'll be right back." After saying that, he hurriedly ran towards the back of the mountain go.

Yang Xiao cast his eyes away: "Go and take a look at Shu'er."

This was the first time Yang Xiao put on a good-looking expression towards Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu was flattered, saluted hurriedly, and followed outside.Yang Xiao smiled at Yu Lianzhou: "Borrow Song Shaoxia, the second hero won't have any objections?"

Yu Lianzhou smiled: "How dare you?"

Song Qingshu ran all the way, but found no trace of Yang Buhui.Jumping to the tree and looking around, behind a few trees, I found a piece of light yellow clothes.He was overjoyed, and was about to jump down when he suddenly heard Yang Buhui's voice: "...What if I don't agree?"

A strange man's voice sounded: "For the great cause of Mingjiao, I implore the deputy leader to agree."

"Where did you hide my mother?" Yang Buhui's voice sounded casual, with a hint of sinisterness.

Unrepentant mother?Aunt Ji?Song Qingshu's heart suddenly brightened.In the martial arts arena, the middle-aged woman who beckoned me to sit down had a gentle voice and loving eyes, wasn't she just like Aunt Ji?Aunt Ji is still alive?Do you regret finding her?Then who is this man?

"The subordinates dare not. The subordinates are loyal to the deputy leader and are willing to assist the deputy leader to rule the world."

I thank you!Yang Buhui complained wildly, but unfortunately he was not interested.She said: "Zhu Yuanzhang, although you helped me hide the gunpowder, I thank you. But have you ever thought about what if I disagree?"

Zhu Yuanzhang wondered: "It is said that it is a hero's long-cherished wish to wake up and master the power of the world, and lie drunk on the lap of a beauty. Although the deputy leader is a woman, she is as heroic as a man. Even Wang Baobao hangs the poems chanted by the deputy leader on the wall, day and night. Relatively. The subordinates believe that it is right to follow the deputy leader."

"You let my mother go!" Yang Buhui shouted.

"The deputy leader, please agree to the subordinate's request!"

Yang Buhui was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and raised his voice: "Brother Qingshu, help me knock him unconscious!"

Just as Zhu Yuanzhang raised his head in surprise, he was hit hard on the back of his neck and passed out immediately.Song Qingshu clapped his hands and asked puzzledly: "What does he want you to do? Is Aunt Ji in danger?"

"Mother should be fine." Yang Buhui said, "He wanted to support me as the leader and drive away Brother Wuji. I didn't agree."

Song Qingshu was startled: "Are you the leader?" Although there are sects dominated by women, such as the Emei sect, it is really unprecedented for a sect like Mingjiao to support women.

Looking down at Zhu Yuanzhang, remembering his entanglement with Yang Buhui just now, Song Qingshu hated him very much.Before Yang Buhui could reply, he dragged her away before he said: "Forcing the palace is such a villain's trick, it's simply abominable! We have to tell Brother Wuji immediately."

"Do you think I can be the leader?" Yang Buhui asked jokingly.

"I don't regret it, I know you can do a good job. But your heart is not here." Song Qingshu looked into her eyes seriously, "You joined Mingjiao because of Yang Zuoshi. Although Qingshu is not talented, but I will keep you safe and happy for the rest of my life. Don’t regret it, please trust me.”

The young hero's declaration of love sounds so upright and awe-inspiring.Yang Buhui tilted his head, pursed his lips and smiled: "Then what if I say, I want to be the leader?"

"Then I'll accompany you too." Song Qingshu said seriously.

There is no pledge of eternal love, no forever, Yang Buhui is so happy that he is about to jump up.She took Song Qingshu's hand and walked quickly towards the back wall of Shaolin Temple: "Come on, I'll take you to meet someone."

"Is it Aunt Ji?"

"Ah, how do you know?"

"When you were competing with Sect Leader Zhou, she invited me to sit beside her, and even threw away my clothes for Sect Leader Zhou."

"Oh. Mother is still soft-hearted, she doesn't want to see the people of the Emei Sect suffer." Yang Buhui said as he walked, then suddenly turned his head and winked at Song Qingshu, "Master Zhou and your marriage..."

Song Qingshu hurriedly said: "I asked Yang Zuoshi at that time, and he said that the identity of the husband of the head of the Emei Sect is the identity of the husband of the Beggar Sect. So I..."

It turned out that Yang Zuoshi, who had been cheating his daughter for 500 years, did it.Yang Buhui let out a heck, sure enough he was right in not letting his father follow him.

"But now you are the husband of the head of the family Zhou..."

Song Qingshu stopped, and suddenly hugged Yang Buhui into his arms, resting his chin on her head: "No regrets, I didn't get married to Master Zhou. At that time, I didn't want to stay in Emei anymore, but when I thought of what you said if……"

"Ah? What are you talking about?" There are too many wise words spoken by the deputy leader, and I forgot them.

"Positive, it's in my heart, not in my actions." Song Qingshu held her face in his arms and kissed her lightly, "I can endure it only because of your words. Yang Zuoshi said that nothing can be achieved without great censure, great torture. If I If I didn't meet you, I must have fallen into the devil's way. Thank you, I don't regret it."

Yang Buhui really blushed.Such an innocent man is his own.However, she still found it unbelievable, and felt that fate was extremely strange.

The two held hands, and when they reached a wilderness, Yang Buhui called out: "Mother!"

The forest is empty, only the echo and the sound of the wind.

Yang Buhui's face changed slightly: "Mother!"

Song Qingshu was also a little flustered, and called out: "Aunt Ji."

"not regret……"

Ji Xiaofu's voice sounded softly, and the two looked for the sound, and at the edge of the grove, they saw Ji Xiaofu leaning against a tree.Yang Buhui was overjoyed and rushed up to hug Ji Xiaofu: "Mother, you scared me to death."

Song Qingshu never expected to see Ji Xiaofu in real life again, so he rushed to stand in front of Ji Xiaofu: "Aunt Ji, I..."

Ji Xiaofu's face was as beautiful as it was many years ago, except for a few shallow wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, it basically remained unchanged.She smiled and said, "Qing Shu, you are fine."

Does this mean that you admit yourself?Song Qingshu was overjoyed, and bowed heavily to Ji Xiaofu: "Thank you, Aunt Ji."

"Mother, don't leave, okay?" Yang Buhui acted like a baby.

Ji Xiaofu nodded her daughter's nose: "What did you say? What did you say? Master Zhou is a master of martial arts, and someone must protect you. I will go back when I understand the matter. Why did you change your mind?"

Yang Buhui said in a low voice: "Father is lonely, so pitiful."

"He won't." Ji Xiaofu smiled lightly, "He has something to teach, so he won't be lonely."

"What if I say I will?"

Looking at Yang Xiao who suddenly showed his birth, Yang Buhui was really scared to death, holding on to Song Qingshu and not daring to let go.How did Yang Xiao appear?How could he follow?She obviously showed no flaws.

Ji Xiaofu was also stunned.

Yang Xiao came out slowly from behind her, with tears in his eyes, put his hand on her shoulder lightly, and called softly: "Xiaofu."

That voice was gentler than the breeze.

"Go!" Yang Buhui grabbed Song Qingshu and ran away.The love of the elderly is like an old house on fire, which cannot be saved.Father and mother have been separated for many years, and it is even more dry fire. As the instigator, you must run away, so as not to get angry.

Song Qingshu followed suit: "No regrets... Where are we going?"

"Go and kill Yuan soldiers! Let's see who kills more! It's really inconvenient to not have a gun..."

"Spearmanship?"

"Oh no... No, I have to tell Zhu Yuanzhang that technology is the primary productive force..."

"Why did you tell him?"

……

The story of King Kong subduing the magic circle has finally unfolded.Except that Ying Wang's vitality was seriously injured but his body was fine, everything was just as Yang Buhui knew, Xie Xun's vengeance was avenged, Yuan Zhen was executed, Zhang Wuji finally decided to go back to the desert.The difference is that Yu Lianzhou will bring Zhou Zhiruo to the Wudang sect to completely end the killing of Mo Shenggu.Although Zhu Yuanzhang did not force the palace himself, Chang Yuchun, Tang He and others acted as vanguards.Yang Buhui looked at the drama with cold eyes, and said in a low voice: "I'll come on stage after you sing."

"Let's go, go out to breathe." Song Qingshu simply took her hand and walked out together.A curtain separates the two worlds.

"Want to visit Wudang Clan?" he asked.

Yang Buhui nodded: "I want to visit Grand Master and ask for advice." I have to ask many, many questions and learn many, many kung fu.

"Why doesn't your father become the left envoy of the light anymore?"

"My father is a wife slave. My mother can do whatever she wants. How dare he say no? Be careful that my mother runs away from home."

Song Qingshu smiled: "Aren't you afraid that he will hear you?"

"He must be very busy now, and he has no time to talk to me." The old driver couldn't help driving.

Song Qingshu nodded: "Indeed, there must be a lot of things to explain in Mingjiao."

The young hero is so innocent, I don't understand.Yang Buhui couldn't help covering his mouth and laughing.He heard him say again: "However, I still want to know, what happened to that explosion? How did you escape? And how did you find Aunt Ji?"

"Well," Yang Buhui smiled and gave him a wink, "but it's a very, very long story, and it needs to be exchanged for ten kisses."

Song Qingshu brushed away the hair on her forehead, his eyes were gentle: "It's a lifetime exchange."

"Mine? Yours?"

"our."

"……it is good……"