When the Big Brother Dresses as a Cannon Fodder [Quick Transmigration]

Martial arts and martial arts, what one pays attention to is the word martial. Of course, the style of conduct is also very important, but that is under martial arts.

For example, the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun killed so many people, and countless people wanted to seek revenge from him, but did he finally kill him for revenge?

No.

The Ming Cult is powerful, Xie Xun is the golden lion king of the Ming Cult, and Zhang Wuji's adoptive father, with several identities added to him, it is enough for him to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately.

Therefore, in the martial arts world, the strength of martial arts may really be the most important thing.

Just like Song Qingshu's trick of Kanglong Yougui, many elders of the beggar gang fell into silence, and they no longer dared to question the importance of Zhou Zhiruo leading the beggar gang.

It turned out that the elder who was shouting happily had a very respectful attitude towards Zhou Zhiruo at this time - he was a person who had seen the power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and no matter how much he wanted to fight for the position of leader, he had to consider his own wealth and life.

The head of the Emei sect is very good, he is the descendant of the daughter of the hero Guo Jing, of course there is no need to talk about martial arts.

Song Qingshu, who can teach the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, obeys her, and Chen Youliang, who has been in charge of the government affairs of the Beggar Clan for several months, admires her so much, not because of her pretty face or her status as the head of the Emei School.

The identity of Guo Xiang's successor is here. In terms of etiquette, she is qualified to lead the beggar gang, and her martial arts are bottomless. No matter in terms of etiquette or martial arts, she is the leader of the beggar gang.

Besides, the person next to her is Song Qingshu, the son of Song Yuanqiao of the Wudang School. If nothing else, he is the third generation leader of the Wudang School. This identity is something they can't afford to provoke.

In such a situation, if he wanted to compete with her for the guild leader, he thought his life would be too long.

Many elders of the beggar gang even said that they have no meaning for Zhou Zhiruo being the leader of the beggar gang:

"The head of Zhou is the successor of Guo Xiang's heroine, so it is perfect to take over the beggar gang."

"Master Zhou is extremely intelligent. With Master Zhou as the head of the Beggar Gang, he will surely make the Beggar Gang flourish and fulfill Guo Jing's last wish."

"Master Zhou is highly respected, not to mention the leader of the beggar gang, even the leader of the martial arts alliance can afford it."

"Master Zhou..."

In short, Zhou Zhiruo deserved her name as the leader of the Beggar Gang, and they sincerely worship her.

Amidst the sound of flattery, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but lightly smiled while touching her forehead.

She knew that she could be the head of the beggar gang, but she didn't expect it to be so easy. It seems that she underestimated the importance of martial arts.

After thinking about it carefully, she felt that it was quite normal. For the disciples of the Beggar Gang, Guo Jing and his wife were the supreme gods. Martial arts are high enough, and she has a backer behind her, otherwise, no one would even give her a second glance just because of her status.

It just so happens that her martial arts are high enough, Song Qingshu can subdue the dragon with eighteen palms, and she has the Wudang sect behind her as a backer, so her martial arts and backing are enough.

Last but not least, the Beggar Clan has become smaller and smaller since Guo Jing died in battle in Xiangyang City. If it continues to develop like this, it may disappear from the martial arts sect in a few years.

At this time, the beggar gang really needs a capable and courageous gang leader. She can make Chen Youliang, who is credited with scheming, praise her so much. If she is not the leader of the beggar gang, who will be?

Selected from the elders of the beggar gang?

Everyone has been working together for so many years, who still doesn't know who's weight?

Rather than electing a mediocre gang leader, it is better to recognize Zhou Zhiruo as the gang leader. At the very least, she can revive the beggars' gang and restore the reputation of the beggars' gang as the largest martial arts gang in the past.

Thinking about it further, the Yuan Dynasty is brutal and easy to kill, and has a sworn hatred with the Han people. If they can overthrow the Yuan Dynasty, they will be the founders of the new dynasty. Is it much better for the beggar gang to be an elder?

Figured out the thoughts of the elders of the beggar gang, Zhou Zhiruo no longer refused, Chen Youliang summoned the disciples of the beggar gang to hold the ceremony of Zhou Zhiruo's succession as the leader of the gang.

According to the previous practice of the Beggars' Clan, the new appointment of the Beggars' Clan is mainly to accept the spittle from the disciples of the Beggars' Clan. Many disciples rolled their Adam's apples a few times looking at Zhou Zhiruo's snow-white dress.

Ever since Huang Rong and Huang's sect leader died in the battle in Xiangyang and died for the country, their beggar sect has not had such a beautiful woman as the leader for many years.

The actions of the Beggar Clan's children were much more restrained, they didn't dare to be as unscrupulous as before, most of them were pretending, and they didn't really spit on Zhou Zhiruo, even so, Song Qingshu who was standing beside him couldn't help but frown slightly.

After the clan leader's ceremony was over, Song Qingshu walked over and handed a handkerchief to Zhou Zhiruo who was sitting on the clan leader's seat.

Zhou Zhiruo didn't take the handkerchief in Song Qingshu's hand, raised her head and blinked, and said, "I want Senior Brother to wipe it for me."

Song Qingshu glanced around from the corner of his eye.

Chen Youliang was preaching the new rules of the Beggar Clan and the strategic deployment of war against the Yuan people. Many elders listened attentively. After Chen Youliang finished speaking, the elders began to raise their own opinions.

In such a solemn environment, he was really embarrassed to wipe Zhou Zhiruo's face.

Song Qingshu lowered his eyes, Zhou Zhiruo raised his eyebrows, and when the two eyes met, mist filled the air.

The flushing red smudged from Song Qingshu's ears, and slowly dyed his face into an ambiguous red.

Song Qingshu raised his hand, and quickly brushed the veil over Zhou Zhiruo's overly pretty face, and then quickly took the veil away, as if nothing had happened, and put the veil in his sleeve.

Chen Youliang didn't look sideways, and the elders around him wanted to laugh but didn't—their new gang leader seemed to be the same as Huang gang leader many years ago.

When it came to marching and fighting, Zhou Zhiruo didn't tease Song Qingshu anymore. In fact, she couldn't tease her any more. It was already very difficult for Song Qingshu, who had always been restrained, to wipe her face in front of many people.

Zhou Zhiruo smiled, and made adjustments to Chen Youliang's initial troop deployment.

It is not so easy to regain a generation of traitors, and he will only be willing to submit his allegiance if he is crushed in all directions.

After Zhou Zhiruo finished talking about the adjustment, Chen Youliang was in a complicated mood.

He underestimated such a new gang leader. She noticed everything he thought of, didn't expect, neglected, and intentionally neglected, and quickly took countermeasures against them.

There is such a person living in the world, he will never be able to sit in that position, he can only succumb to the next.

Chen Youliang quickly bowed down to Zhou Zhiruo's half-smile face.

Some of the elders saw Chen Youliang and Zhou Zhiruo's strategic attack, while others didn't. Regardless of whether they saw it or not, they all looked happy-there is nothing better than having a guild leader who is skilled in martial arts and strategizing up.

The disciples of the Beggar Clan originally complained about Chen Youliang's actions. After Zhou Zhiruo succeeded as the leader of the gang, he remade the gang rules and wiped out the bad atmosphere in the gang. The disciples were convinced by Zhou Zhiruo. In the end, it only took eight days.

Eight days later, the disciples of the Beggar Clan took advantage of the moonlight and set off to various places.

After the disciples left, Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu didn't stay in the city, and set off for Xiangyang the next morning.

Xiangyang City is the place where Guo Jing died in battle, and it has special significance to the Beggars' Clan and even the Han people.

A hundred years ago, the fall of Xiangyang was the last line of defense for the Han people, and the Yuan people entered the Central Plains. Now that she wants to overthrow the Yuan Dynasty, Xiangyang City is still the first choice.

She knows this truth, and Yuan Ren naturally knows that Yuan Ren's defense force in Xiangyang City is five times that of other places. In addition, Xiangyang City is strong, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the price of taking Xiangyang City is higher than that of other cities. ten times.

But no matter how difficult it is, she can't let Xiangyang City be occupied by Yuan people.

After Zhou Zhiruo observed the terrain of Xiangyang City and the garrison army, Song Qingshu frowned slightly and said, "Heavy guards, no forceful attack. Moreover, the Yuan people have the habit of massacring the city. If we attack tightly, they will definitely massacre everyone in the city." The Han people are used to force us to retreat."

Massacring cities is a consistent custom of Yuan people.

A hundred years ago, Guo Jing died, Xiangyang City was destroyed, and the Yuan people massacred the Han people. The blood dyed Xiangshui red, and the bloody smell lingering in the city has not dissipated for several months.

The Han people in Xiangyang City died completely, and the Yuan people moved the Han people from other places to Xiangyang City.

It has been a hundred years since the massacre of the city, and the new Han people have taken root in Xiangyang City. The hell on earth, where blood flowed like a river a hundred years ago, is getting farther and farther away from this city.

Song Qingshu said: "It is enough to experience the tragedy of massacring the city once."

Zhou Zhiruo nodded, and said to Song Qingshu, "You can't attack by force, but you can outwit it."

"There is a saying in the art of war, attacking the city is the bottom, and attacking the heart is the top."

Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly and said, "Brother, look, do I look like Chief Huang?"

It was night, and the Yuan people in the city held torches and patrolled back and forth.

A gust of night wind blew past, and a woman in white appeared out of thin air on the road ahead, with a string of pearls around her neck and a short jasper stick in her hand, she said coquettishly, "Brother Jing, you let me find it easier."

The torch in Yuan Ren's hand shook.

Everyone knows that Guo Jing and Huang Rong are the patron saints of Xiangyang City.

From the shadows, a tall figure stepped out, and the female lead in white stepped forward and took his hand, seeming to be whispering.

The headed guard of the Yuan people took courage and shouted: "Who... who is there! Don't play tricks, Guo Jing has been dead for more than 100 years!"

The woman in white raised her chin, frowned slightly, and said angrily, "Oh, brother Jing, these Yuan people are really annoying."

The dragon roared in the sky, and a group of Yuan people died in an instant. The torch fell to the ground, and the fire weakened. The cold night wind blew, and the fire flickered slightly. The men and women who were snuggling together disappeared without a trace.

After an unknown amount of time, a man from Yuan came out of the alley trembling, screaming to break the silence of the night: "There is a ghost——"

The Yuan people who died at night were killed by the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and Shi Huolong, who knew the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, had already died. Zhou Zhiruo also told the disciples of the Beggar Sect that Song Qingshu, who knew the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, was not allowed to The matter got out, so the world only thought that no one would subdue the dragon's eighteen palms anymore.

No one knows the eighteen palms of the dragon, who killed the Yuan people who died under the eighteen palms of the dragon?

Although the Yuan people didn't believe in ghosts and gods very much, the only survivors did see Guo Jing and Huang Rong, and there was nothing they could do if they didn't believe it.

In addition, Zhou Zhiruo mobilized the disciples of the Beggar Gang to fuel the flames, and the news of Guo Jing and Huang Rong's apparitions spread throughout Xiangyang City, and everyone in the city was in danger.

On the second night, many Yuan people died again, but it was still Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

Such days did not last for a few days, and the related Yuan people applied to be transferred from Xiangyang City, and the unrelated Yuan people also began to find ways to sneak out of Xiangyang City by themselves—a hundred years ago, Guo Jing killed countless Yuan people with one as a thousand The people of Yuan Dynasty killed Guo Jing by using the tactics of crowds.

That battle was undoubtedly extremely tragic. Although the people of Yuan Dynasty finally captured Xiangyang City, they paid a huge price. When mentioning Guo Jing a hundred years later, they were still in awe and fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Guo Jing's martial arts is unparalleled in the world, not to mention them, even in the Central Plains martial arts, there are few people who can take Guo Jing's moves. In this case, staying in Xiangyang City is courting death.

He was already so powerful when he was alive, and Guo Jing who became a ghost was even more frightening. Everyone in the Yuan Dynasty in the city panicked and found their way out.

A few days later, Zhou Zhiruo commanded the disciples of the Beggar Clan in the city to take Xiangyang City almost without much effort.

After a hundred years, Xiangyang City was lost and regained, and the Han people celebrated this victory with lanterns and festoons.

Holding a jar of wine, Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu drank while enjoying the wind on the tower.

Song Qingshu's capacity for alcohol is not good, as soon as he took a sip, his face turned red, and Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but think of Song Qingshu's half-drunk scene.

That night she straddled Song Qingshu's body, the moonlight shone through the window, shining brightly and secretly on Song Qingshu's face.

Song Qingshu's face was red, he didn't know where to put his eyes, he just said, Zhiruo, I will marry you.

She was overjoyed, and was very curious about the education of the Wudang School—what kind of education can teach such a pedantic and lovely character.

She didn't do anything, the clothes were still on, but after a kiss, he was messed up.

In the end, nothing happened that night, Song Qingshu's body was as stiff as an iron plate.

As it is tonight.

She just leaned on Song Qingshu's shoulder, and Song Qingshu's breath became chaotic, and the movement of slowly sipping wine did not continue at this time.

The wind blew over, and Zhou Zhiruo put her fingers on Song Qingshu's neck, wrapping her fingers around his long hair.

"Brother, you are a little cute."

Such a young and self-sufficient person is rare.

Zhou Zhiruo played with Song Qingshu's hair for a while, raised her head, and bumped into Song Qingshu's shining eyes.

Song Qingshu's kiss fell down.

The long hair was intertwined, and Song Qingshu's chest heaved slightly.

The temperature in the air seemed to become scorching hot and viscous, and the stars in the sky seemed to be blinking lovers.

However, at this moment, Song Qingshu suddenly let go of Zhou Zhiruo, pulling Zhou Zhiruo behind him, his flushed face was full of vigilance, and he looked at the other corner of the tower.

The woman in the yellow shirt quietly landed, holding a ten-year-old girl by the hand.

Zhou Zhiruo hugged Song Qingshu's neck, rested her chin on Song Qingshu's shoulder, raised her eyebrows lightly, and looked up and down at the woman in the yellow shirt.

Yo, it's finally here.

She waited a long time for her.