afternoon tea of ​​love

Zhang Wuji brought Zhou Zhiruo and Xie Xun, and the three of them came all the way in disgrace. They finally landed, pretended to be beggars and ate the overlord's meal, and attended an enlarged meeting of the House of Representatives of the Beggar Clan at Maitreya Buddhist Temple. Running to stir up trouble, Chen Youliang was well-informed and exposed Zhao Min's impersonation of Zhang Wuji. In the confusion, no one realized what seemed to be missing. They could only say that Song Qingshu had no sense of existence.

At this time, he should be greedy and forget his righteousness. Where is Song Qingshu who took refuge in the beggar gang?

Song Qingshu felt that his time was unlucky after he traveled to Guangmingding from the Six Great Sects, and it was fine if things went wrong, and he didn't even have anyone to talk to and relax.Although the age difference between him and Yin Liting is a bit large, Yin Liting has always been calm and has no airs in his speech. He can still chat with him at ordinary times, but Yin Liting was sent back to the gate of Wudang sect sideways.

It's okay to be sideways, crying and howling for a while, seeing Yang Xiao with a gritted expression, combined with Yang Xiao's expressionless look on the sidelines, it's indescribably awkward.Fortunately, the Mingjiao people fled far away after leaving Yin Liting behind, saying that they had a residence at the foot of the mountain, but they didn't come out to make trouble again.

There is no place to speak, the Wudang Seven Heroes lost their fifth son and hurt Yu San, and now Yin Liu is also suffering from the same situation, and the remaining four are full of worries every day. Zhao Min and Mingjiao were as busy as headless chickens, and no one cared about Song Qingshu anymore.

Song Qingshu hid in a big tree, staring at the lights of the Emei faction's temporary residence in a daze, he didn't expect to meet Miss Zhou, let alone expect Miss Zhou to love her, he just felt that looking at the girl he loved would calm his chaotic mind .Just as he was thinking about it, he smelled a faint smell of powder in his nose, he was not feeling well, this is not good enough to think about it, there was a sound of breaking wind behind his ears, his neck was numb, his hands and feet were already limp, Straight down the tree.

Although he couldn't move his whole body, his eyes were not blind. He caught a glimpse of the other party holding a black tube in his hand. It was a blowing tube commonly used by the Demon Cult. He had seen it at Guangmingding. People who knew it was the Demon Cult were shocked and angry. Covered with only two eyes, the round and big one under the moonlight should be a beauty, but I don't know who it is from the Devil's Cult. Looking at his frightened and angry expression, he looked at him with a smile on his face. A pinch on the face.

Oh my god, it really is a demon cult heresy, what is this for! ?Song Qingshu wants to cry but has no tears.

"Yang Xiao! I brought a good thing back!" The man entered the back door of the courtyard, and before he had time to put Song Qingshu down, he stepped straight into the Moon Gate and yelled happily on the road.Song Qingshu walked sideways on the horse's back all the way. He was extremely uncomfortable and stunned. Yang Xiao is the messenger of the light of the Ming sect. Looking at it coldly, he felt that everyone in the Devil's Cult was in awe of Yang Xiao, who was yelling... Song Qingshu suddenly felt that the person who plotted against him was going to be in trouble.

"I caught someone back!" the woman added triumphantly.

"Eh? We Cantonese, we don't eat Hu Jianren." Yang Xiao's tone was calm, but no anger could be heard.

"I waited for the rabbit to catch Song Qingshu!" The woman continued to say triumphantly.

There was a slap, probably Yang Xiao hit something, "Throw him out! Immediately! Immediately! Now! Throw him out!" Yang Xiao who said this should be gritting his teeth, and he could hear him through the wall anger.

"No! If he meets Mo Shenggu tonight, he will die. I will save him."

"Please! It doesn't matter who kills Mo Shenggu. The important thing is that Mo Shenggu is going to die. If Song Qingshu doesn't show up, no one will take the blame. Would you like to open it up? Song Qingshu is always frivolous and shallow. Is it meaningful for you to save a villain who has no sense of morals and forgets righteousness when he sees sex?"

There is too much information in this passage, when will Mo Shenggu go down the mountain, and why will something unexpected happen again? Did the Mingjiao know about this? Song Qingshu was stunned to hear it, and failed to digest Yang Xiao's definition of him in time.

The woman walked over angrily, dragged Song Qingshu off the horse, and asked someone to take the horse back to the stable, dragged Song Qingshu into the moon gate, and then tore off Song Qingshu's blindfold.

Song Qing stared blankly at the back garden. This house should be the stronghold that the Demon Cult said had already been purchased. The house is huge and full of buildings. There is a wintersweet planted in the back garden, and a person stands under the plum tree. Wearing the white robes of the Demon Cult, and a large autumn-scented fur cloak, with his head bare and without a scarf, but looking handsome and indifferent, he was indeed Yang Xiao, the great demon leader of the Demon Cult.

Yang Xiao's expression at this moment can be described as dumbfounded. Looking at Song Qingshu's blank expression, the two of them met face to face. They didn't know if he wanted to get angry or laugh, but finally shook his head, "Yuan Yuan! You still have time to throw him out. , Wudang's muddy water has nothing to do with our Mingjiao."

It turns out that this woman's name is Yuan Yuan, which sounds like a boudoir name, and it must be a very close relationship for Yang Xiao to call her that, but Song Qingshu can't remember the existence of such a person in the Devil's Cult.

"If you don't listen, don't listen! It's up to you to recite the scriptures." The woman turned her head and left, and finally kicked Song Qingshu angrily.

"Ji Yuanyuan, you!..." Yang Xiao yelled at the back of the other party, obviously not deterrent.

Yang Xiao stared at the direction where the other party disappeared for a while, and finally sighed helplessly.He tightened his clothes, turned his head and said to Song Qingshu: "Song Shaoxia condescends to stay here for one night, if there is something offending, I still look at Haihan." As if the state just now did not exist, the second monk Song Qingshu couldn't figure it out He listened to Yang Xiao's words in a daze in the cold wind.

The Demon Cult didn't seem to be aware of throwing Song Qingshu into the dungeon, and invited Song Qingshu to the guest room in the North Chamber very politely. The only special thing was that someone followed him in. Song Qingshu recognized him by his face. He was the son of King Yin Ye. First, the two concubine sons of King Yin Ye are very similar in appearance. They are named Yin Luoyan and Yin Jiantai respectively. Guangmingding just passed by in a hurry.

Unexpectedly, the person who came was a chatterbox, and he chattered away as soon as he entered the door. "My name is Yin Jiantai. In fact, my real name is Jiantai. Gradually gradually, the platform of the pavilion, but my aunt thought it was not good. I asked my grandfather, and my grandfather chose two words. They are afraid that you will not find a place to wake up at night. , but I was worried that you were in a hurry to hit someone, so I made up my mind and I am the only one who can beat you here, hehe!" Song Qingshu didn't know what to say when he heard a series of crisp and loud words from the other party. How to reply, move your hands and feet and find that the anesthetic has been withdrawn, so just lie down and sleep.This nightmare may wake up at dawn.

The other party didn't give up because of Song Qingshu's indifference, he also started to make the bed, and continued while busy with his hands, "Don't be afraid, Yang Xiao looks fierce, but actually basically doesn't care about it, he doesn't care about you running in in the middle of the night, and he doesn't care about it." Tell your father and the others that everyone is afraid of Yang Xiao, but Yang Buhui and I are not afraid, so don't worry."

It's one thing whether I'm afraid of Yang Xiao or not. This Yang Buhui made Song Qingshu smile wryly. It was probably because the wind and snow were too cold at night, or the dinner was good, or Mingjiao's bed was comfortable. Song Qingshu unknowingly started talking to Yin Jiantai .

Yin Liting really posed a problem to Wudang. Li Yingxue, Yin Liting's apprentice who came back with him, hesitantly explained why Yin Liting was thinking about Bugui and Xiaofu, and why he was agitated. Everyone in Wudang was dumbfounded.

Li Yingxue scratched her head, and repeated what Zhang Wuji said: Brother, no!It was the leader of Mingjiao who said that as a nephew, he was not qualified to ask for marriage for Sixth Uncle Yin, and as the leader of Mingjiao, he could not let his subordinates present their daughters to ask for peace.

"No!" Zhang Songxi was the first to object, "The sixth younger brother is 39 this year, and Yang Buhui is only fourteen years old. According to what Yang Xiao said, we have to ask the relatives of the Jinbianji family to ask for marriage. Everyone in the Hanyang Mansion knows that Wudang sent people who are nearly forty years old to marry a woman who is just as young!" Knowing that Zhang Songxi is a strict and serious person, he didn't expect him to say it directly.

Yu Daiyan sat in the wheelchair and didn't say anything. After a moment of silence, he said, "Sixth Brother is no longer a child."

Yu Lianzhou looked at the boss with a straight face, but his heart was softer than that of his senior brothers. He had reservations about Zhang Songxi's opinion, "The sixth brother has always been innocent, so I don't blame him. It's human nature to have a relationship between a man and a woman, and it's hard for him to calm down." It would be inappropriate to regret for life. But it is better not to announce this marriage, it will hurt the face of the Wudang faction, and it is best that the sixth brother and Yang Xiao's daughter can..."

They couldn't say anything, and everyone felt that making Yang Buhui and Yin Liting live in concubine was something the Wudang faction couldn't do.But Yang Buhui didn't take the initiative to express his opinion. If she took the initiative to serve Yin Liting and begged her hard, the Wudang faction would nod and acquiesce for the sake of her biological mother, Ji Xiaofu, so as not to hurt Emei's face. It's a lot of money for her, but the problem is... everyone secretly thought that it would be best for Yang Buhui to take the initiative to pay off his father's debt, and the Wudang faction would take advantage of the situation to forgive him, and it would be a pity!

Song Qingshu thought about Li Yingxue. When he was 14 years old this year, when he was growing up, his slender figure was full of childishness. Thinking about Yang Buhui, who was also at the same age. That day on the top of Guangming, she hugged her father's arm and carried a fat baby His cheeks were pale with blood, and a pair of dark eyes looked at Yin Liting vigilantly and ignorantly, looking at a loss.

How would you feel about this if you were an outsider?Song Qingshu trembled.He suddenly felt a little bit resentful, Uncle Liu, you have ambition once, okay? As far as I can remember, when it comes to your marriage, you have been sad. There are only a few unmarried people in this world in front of you, and they are not dead. , If you put it here, you will die. With such energy, you will go down the mountain with the second uncle and others to fight for righteousness. Why do you always put the anti-Yuan great cause on yourself? Uncle Six is ​​gone here.Just because Uncle Six is ​​childish and innocent?

It's wrong to slander his uncle, Song Qingshu thought for a long time and decided not to think about these things that he couldn't explain clearly, it was all the grievances of the previous generation, forget it.

Sleeping with the quilt pulled apart, Song Qingshu felt sleepy after tossing around for a long time today and blowing the cold wind for a long time.

As soon as he lay down and pulled the quilt up to his chin, Yin Jiantai saw that his attitude was calm and he didn't look like a murderer, so he came over, "My grandfather said, if Yin Liting was his nephew from the same family, he would have beaten him to death several times. .”

Song Qingshu thought about Yin Tianzheng's temper, nodded silently, and said the same thing.With Yin Tianzheng's staunch temper, he would not be moved by the affection of some children. He probably only sees women's eroticism.

"My grandfather liked my aunt very much. It was my grandfather's idea that my father married a wife. I heard that he beat my father for taking a concubine. My father is already in his 20s. My grandfather said that men do big things. It’s useless to focus on women, my father was beaten by his grandfather for taking a concubine, Yin Liting will be 40 years old, if he takes a concubine..." Yin Jiantai seems to gossip a lot about others, even his own family members.

Song Qingshu looked at Yin Jiantai from the edge of the quilt, and smiled wryly.

"The Wudang faction probably don't accept concubines, right? What about your mother? In fact, taking concubines is really no big deal for men. Marrying wives and virtues, taking concubines and sex, my father won't tell us about our aunt..."

Song Qingshu threw back the quilt and lay flat, looking at the other party resentfully, not knowing that you have asked so many things, and you still talk happily.

"My mother passed away when I was very young." Song Qingshu said with difficulty.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Don't mind." Yin Jiantai finished in a low voice, and thought for a while, "Then you Wudang faction haven't even had a mother mouse in these years, what have you done for so many years? ever?"

Song Qingshu was caught off guard by these words. "Oh, Brother Song, you're eighteen this year, have you ever touched that woman's hand?" Song Qingshu looked at her in horror, at a loss. His face flushed in the night, and he didn't know what to say.