Song Qingshu endured every punch and kick imposed on his body extremely stubbornly, and calmly sandwiched vegetables and drank wine as usual, although under the opponent's punches and kicks, there was hardly a bite of food, and a glass of wine could be delivered to his mouth smoothly inside.
"Good man!" A boy about seven or eight years old stood up at a table not far away, turned his head and said to a beautiful woman wrapped in snow-white fur beside him, "Mother, I want to save him."
A group of hooligans were also tired from beating, the key is that Song Qingshu looked like a dead person, and they had no energy in beating. At this time, when they heard someone in the early stage, they stopped immediately, and found that it was a seven or eight-year-old doll, and immediately burst out laughing, wait and see After seeing the face of the woman next to him, he suddenly became lustful.
The ruffian leader opened his mouth and said teasingly: "Hey, how can the little lady be so beautiful, if you come to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not care about your baby."
"Bastard, how dare you insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed a bench beside him and threw it over.
The ruffian leader didn't expect him to make a move, and he was smashed to pieces in a careless manner. In a rage, he greeted his brothers: "Hit me to death, don't touch that little lady."
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu's nose was bruised and his face was swollen from the beating, and he couldn't really see the situation there, he just felt that a few hulking men rushed towards a child.
Seeing the crowd rushing towards him, the boy didn't panic. He knocked down a ruffian with a single dodge, and then stood in the middle, letting the crowd surround him. After several fights, the crowd didn't take any advantage .
"Eh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully, and saw that the boy's hand was extremely short, and he raised his hand and kicked his foot, not even half a foot away, but his moves were extremely dense, and he never showed any flaws in his body, so the gangsters couldn't get in at all. .
Song Qingshu found out that his set of palms is mainly defensive, which is quite the essence of Tai Chi Kung Fu, and he still wondered what connection he had with Wudang. Considering his status as an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he originally planned to leave first to avoid embarrassing conversations.
However, he noticed that although the boy's gestures and gestures are quite demeanor, but after all, he is too young and has suffered too much in terms of strength, and has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.
This made it difficult for him to leave. Seeing that they couldn't take down a child for so long, the gangsters were a little embarrassed. One of them got angry, drew his knife and slashed at the boy.
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If this child died because of saving himself, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.
The woman wrapped in the white fur also made a move, and a white ribbon flew out, entangled the boy in the ring, pulled him back, and pulled him out of the ring. Chapter twelve
Seeing that Song Qingshu was surrounded, he hesitated for a moment, stepped on the table next to him lightly, and flew over. Others saw a flash of white light, and the woman rushed into the battle ring. Song Qingshu felt his body lighten up, and was sent to the boy by a soft force.
Song Qingshu hurriedly looked up, and saw that the white silk ribbon in the woman's hand was like a white dragon, circling and flying, up and down, but he could hear the sounds of choking, choking, ah yo, ah yo, bang bang, bang bang, blinking In the meantime, the madam snatched all the weapons of the men with ribbons, and they all fell downstairs.
Song Qingshu stared at everything in front of him dumbfounded, he didn't expect this delicate woman to be so powerful in martial arts, he wondered in his heart, the woman in white clothes with white silk as a weapon, could it be Xiaolongnv? Looking at the boy with a thick head and a thick head, Song Qingshu felt a little uncomfortable: he was full of fantasies about the little dragon girl, but he didn't expect her son to be so old.
The woman nodded politely to Song Qingshu, then took the boy's hand and walked downstairs, Song Qingshu couldn't help swallowing all the doubts in his stomach.
The boy turned around and made a face at him, shrugging his shoulders with a helpless expression, which amused Song Qingshu.
After hesitating for a while, Song Qingshu still decided to catch up. Xiaolongnv can be said to be the dream lover of all men, so what if she has a baby now, Song Qingshu doesn't want to miss the great opportunity to get acquainted with her.
"Miss Long, wait..." Song Qingshu chased after her all the way out of breath.
Hearing that he was obviously calling herself, the woman stopped, and turned around in doubt: "Did the young master recognize the wrong person? I don't believe in dragons."
"Why do you call me a girl?" The tiger-headed boy glared at him angrily.
Song Qingshu was taken aback, isn't it Xiaolongnv? He quickly apologized and said: "I saw Madam's attire and weapons, which are very similar to someone in my impression. I hope Madam will forgive me. Song Qingshu, thank Madam for saving my life."
The boy interrupted at this time: "Obviously I saved you, you didn't thank me, but thanked my mother. I must have seen my mother's beauty and had bad thoughts in my heart. Just now I thought you were a good man with strong bones." , now it seems that he is just a disciple."
What he said made the two adults very embarrassed, the woman in white glared at her son: "Fei'er, don't talk nonsense!" After speaking, she cast an apologetic look at Song Qingshu, "Children are ignorant, sir, don't mind. "
Hearing the woman call him Fei'er, Song Qingshu's mind flashed, and he blurted out: "Could it be that you are Mrs. Hu?"
The woman gave him a vigilant look: "I don't seem to have seen the young master before." Chapter 12 Xiaolong's son is so old
, knelt down and grabbed the boy by the shoulders and asked, "Are you Hu Fei, the Snow Mountain Flying Fox?"
The boy looked at him in surprise: "I'm Hu Fei, I'm not a snow mountain flying fox. Hey, this name is very prestigious, and I will use it as a nickname in the future!"
Mrs. Hu quietly pulled Hu Fei over, and asked in a deep voice: "I wonder why the young master recognizes our mother and son?"
"I have revered chivalrous men since I was a child, and with my deliberate attention, I understand some things in the Jianghu," Song Qingshu prevaricated, and suddenly frowned, looking at the crystal-like beauty in front of him, hesitantly asked: "But what I heard , when Hu Daxia unfortunately passed away, Mrs. Hu also died in love... "
Mrs. Hu smiled slightly, and looked at Hu Fei dotingly: "I was indeed going to follow Brother Hu back then, but when I drew my sword, Fei Er suddenly burst into tears. I suddenly thought that although Hero Miao is a gentleman, it is difficult to protect him." There are villains causing trouble, so I decided to bring up Brother Hu's only flesh and blood first."
Song Qingshu didn't expect that the plot had changed, and it seemed that the butterfly effect that he traveled through began to appear. When he was worrying about gains and losses, Hu Fei pulled his sleeve excitedly, and looked at him expectantly: "Do you know my father? "
Song Qingshu came back to his senses, and when he heard his question, he looked at the sky far away with fascination: "Hu Yidao in Liaodong, when he meets an evildoer, he is a knife. He is a great hero that Song has always admired, but it's a pity that he has only one side."
Seeing him admiring her husband, Mrs. Hu couldn't help but soften her face, as if recalling the days when she and her husband were fighting for justice, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Chapter Thirteen Uncle and Sister-in-law
Hearing that he admired his father so much, Hu Fei was also very happy, but when he saw his mother's smile, he rolled his eyes, "Who knows if you deliberately spoke good things about my father after seeing our mother and son."
"No and no!" Song Qingshu's expression was serious, and his tone was natural: "In today's world, the titles of heroes seem to be everywhere. But those who are truly called heroes, I only agree with two and a half?"
"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world, I wonder which two and a half have this honor?" Mrs. Hu was also interested in him, and her previous cold expression changed.
"Guo Jingguo, who guards Xiangyang, is a hero for the country and the people." Song Qingshu was thinking in his heart, but it was a pity that he spent all his energy on national affairs, and he was a bit remiss in his family.
"Guo Daxia is indeed a generation of heroes." Both mother and son nodded.
"The remaining half," Song Qingshu said deliberately, "is Wu Liuqi, the god beggar in the snow. He has truly received the favor of others and will never forget it. He is really a strange man in Hainei." As for why? Half of it is because Song Qingshu is not sure whether the Wu Liuqi of this era is the Wu Liuqi written by Jin Yong or the Wu Liuqi in history.
"Although I have never heard of this person, as you said, he is indeed a hero." Mrs. Hu admired this kind of hero the most, and she couldn't help but shine brightly.
"Is there another one?" The child couldn't hold back, seeing that Song Qingshu hadn't continued, Hu Fei asked quickly.
Song Qingshu didn't speak bluntly, but read a poem instead: "There is a hero in Liaodong, the hero Hu Yidao. His martial arts level the world, and his arrogance soars to the sky. His loyalty is full of heaven and earth, and his tenderness is in his heart. It makes scholars envious, and hates not to make friends with each other."
Mrs. Hu's beautiful eyes sparkled with what she said, and she took a deep look at him, "The widow thanked the son for the poem on behalf of the husband." Now she was really relieved, if the other party hadn't really been familiar with and admired Hu Yidao's life , It is impossible to write such an appropriate poem. With just a few lines, Mrs. Hu seemed to hear her husband's heroic laughter again, and she couldn't help feeling sour.
Now Hu Fei looked at Song Qingshu more and more pleasing to his eyes. Hearing that his poems were full of regrets, his heart was full of pride, and he pulled Song Qingshu's sleeves and said solemnly: "Just now in the restaurant, I admire your heroism, even though your hands are unbound You have the strength of a chicken, but you have a sturdy body. If Dad sees you, he will never meet again. Hearing the regret in your tone, I am willing to form a friendship with you on behalf of Dad. I wonder if you are willing?"
Madam Hu turned pale with shock, and quickly wanted to cover her son's mouth: "Fei'er, stop messing around!"
Sure enough, it is worthy of being a flying fox in the snow mountain, who has been so proud since childhood, Song Qingshu smiled brightly Chapter 13 Uncle and sister-in-law
Hearing that he admired his father so much, Hu Fei was also very happy, but when he saw his mother's smile, he rolled his eyes, "Who knows if you deliberately spoke good things about my father after seeing our mother and son."
"No and no!" Song Qingshu's expression was serious, and his tone was natural: "In today's world, the titles of heroes seem to be everywhere. But those who are truly called heroes, I only agree with two and a half?"
"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world, I wonder which two and a half have this honor?" Mrs. Hu was also interested in him, and her previous cold expression changed.
"Guo Jingguo, who guards Xiangyang, is a hero for the country and the people." Song Qingshu was thinking in his heart, but it was a pity that he spent all his energy on national affairs, and he was a bit remiss in his family.
"Guo Daxia is indeed a generation of heroes." Both mother and son nodded.
"The remaining half," Song Qingshu said deliberately, "is Wu Liuqi, the god beggar in the snow. He has truly received the favor of others and will never forget it. He is really a strange man in Hainei." As for why? Half of it is because Song Qingshu is not sure whether the Wu Liuqi of this era is the Wu Liuqi written by Jin Yong or the Wu Liuqi in history.
"Although I have never heard of this person, as you said, he is indeed a hero." Mrs. Hu admired this kind of hero the most, and she couldn't help but shine brightly.
"Is there another one?" The child couldn't hold back, seeing that Song Qingshu hadn't continued, Hu Fei asked quickly.
Song Qingshu didn't speak bluntly, but read a poem instead: "There is a hero in Liaodong, the hero Hu Yidao. His martial arts level the world, and his arrogance soars to the sky. His loyalty is full of heaven and earth, and his tenderness is in his heart. It makes scholars envious, and hates not to make friends with each other."
Mrs. Hu's beautiful eyes sparkled with what she said, and she took a deep look at him, "The widow thanked the son for the poem on behalf of the husband." Now she was really relieved, if the other party hadn't really been familiar with and admired Hu Yidao's life , It is impossible to write such an appropriate poem. With just a few lines, Mrs. Hu seemed to hear her husband's heroic laughter again, and she couldn't help feeling sour.
Now Hu Fei looked at Song Qingshu more and more pleasing to his eyes. Hearing that his poems were full of regrets, his heart was full of pride, and he pulled Song Qingshu's sleeves and said solemnly: "Just now in the restaurant, I admire your heroism, even though your hands are unbound You have the strength of a chicken, but you have a sturdy body. If Dad sees you, he will never meet again. Hearing the regret in your tone, I am willing to form a friendship with you on behalf of Dad. I wonder if you are willing?"
Madam Hu turned pale with shock, and quickly wanted to cover her son's mouth: "Fei'er, stop messing around!"
Sure enough, it is worthy of being a flying fox in the snow mountain, who has been so proud since childhood, Song Qingshu smiled brightly Chapter 13 Uncle and sister-in-law
Hearing that he admired his father so much, Hu Fei was also very happy, but when he saw his mother's smile, he rolled his eyes, "Who knows if you deliberately spoke good things about my father after seeing our mother and son."
"No and no!" Song Qingshu's expression was serious, and his tone was natural: "In today's world, the titles of heroes seem to be everywhere. But those who are truly called heroes, I only agree with two and a half?"
"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world, I wonder which two and a half have this honor?" Mrs. Hu was also interested in him, and her previous cold expression changed.
"Guo Jingguo, who guards Xiangyang, is a hero for the country and the people." Song Qingshu was thinking in his heart, but it was a pity that he spent all his energy on national affairs, and he was a bit remiss in his family.
"Guo Daxia is indeed a generation of heroes." Both mother and son nodded.
"The remaining half," Song Qingshu said deliberately, "is Wu Liuqi, the god beggar in the snow. He has truly received the favor of others and will never forget it. He is really a strange man in Hainei." As for why? Half of it is because Song Qingshu is not sure whether the Wu Liuqi of this era is the Wu Liuqi written by Jin Yong or the Wu Liuqi in history.
"Although I have never heard of this person, as you said, he is indeed a hero." Mrs. Hu admired this kind of hero the most, and she couldn't help but shine brightly.
"Is there another one?" The child couldn't hold back, seeing that Song Qingshu hadn't continued, Hu Fei asked quickly.
Song Qingshu didn't speak bluntly, but read a poem instead: "There is a hero in Liaodong, the hero Hu Yidao. His martial arts level the world, and his arrogance soars to the sky. His loyalty is full of heaven and earth, and his tenderness is in his heart. It makes scholars envious, and hates not to make friends with each other."
Mrs. Hu's beautiful eyes sparkled with what she said, and she took a deep look at him, "The widow thanked the son for the poem on behalf of the husband." Now she was really relieved, if the other party hadn't really been familiar with and admired Hu Yidao's life , It is impossible to write such an appropriate poem. With just a few lines, Mrs. Hu seemed to hear her husband's heroic laughter again, and she couldn't help feeling sour.
Now Hu Fei looked at Song Qingshu more and more pleasing to his eyes. Hearing that his poems were full of regrets, his heart was full of pride, and he pulled Song Qingshu's sleeves and said solemnly: "Just now in the restaurant, I admire your heroism, even though your hands are unbound You have the strength of a chicken, but you have a sturdy body. If Dad sees you, he will never meet again. Hearing the regret in your tone, I am willing to form a friendship with you on behalf of Dad. I wonder if you are willing?"
Madam Hu turned pale with shock, and quickly wanted to cover her son's mouth: "Fei'er, stop messing around!"
Sure enough, it is worthy of being a flying fox in the snow mountain, who has been so proud since childhood, Song Qingshu smiled brightly Chapter 13 Uncle and sister-in-law
Hearing that he admired his father so much, Hu Fei was also very happy, but when he saw his mother's smile, he rolled his eyes, "Who knows if you deliberately spoke good things about my father after seeing our mother and son."
"No and no!" Song Qingshu's expression was serious, and his tone was natural: "In today's world, the titles of heroes seem to be everywhere. But those who are truly called heroes, I only agree with two and a half?"
"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world, I wonder which two and a half have this honor?" Mrs. Hu was also interested in him, and her previous cold expression changed.
"Guo Jingguo, who guards Xiangyang, is a hero for the country and the people." Song Qingshu was thinking in his heart, but it was a pity that he spent all his energy on national affairs, and he was a bit remiss in his family.
"Guo Daxia is indeed a generation of heroes." Both mother and son nodded.
"The remaining half," Song Qingshu said deliberately, "is Wu Liuqi, the god beggar in the snow. He has truly received the favor of others and will never forget it. He is really a strange man in Hainei." As for why? Half of it is because Song Qingshu is not sure whether the Wu Liuqi of this era is the Wu Liuqi written by Jin Yong or the Wu Liuqi in history.
"Although I have never heard of this person, as you said, he is indeed a hero." Mrs. Hu admired this kind of hero the most, and she couldn't help but shine brightly.
"Is there another one?" The child couldn't hold back, seeing that Song Qingshu hadn't continued, Hu Fei asked quickly.
Song Qingshu didn't speak bluntly, but read a poem instead: "There is a hero in Liaodong, the hero Hu Yidao. His martial arts level the world, and his arrogance soars to the sky. His loyalty is full of heaven and earth, and his tenderness is in his heart. It makes scholars envious, and hates not to make friends with each other."
Mrs. Hu's beautiful eyes sparkled with what she said, and she took a deep look at him, "The widow thanked the son for the poem on behalf of the husband." Now she was really relieved, if the other party hadn't really been familiar with and admired Hu Yidao's life , It is impossible to write such an appropriate poem. With just a few lines, Mrs. Hu seemed to hear her husband's heroic laughter again, and she couldn't help feeling sour.
Now Hu Fei looked at Song Qingshu more and more pleasing to his eyes. Hearing that his poems were full of regrets, his heart was full of pride, and he pulled Song Qingshu's sleeves and said solemnly: "Just now in the restaurant, I admire your heroism, even though your hands are unbound You have the strength of a chicken, but you have a sturdy body. If Dad sees you, he will never meet again. Hearing the regret in your tone, I am willing to form a friendship with you on behalf of Dad. I wonder if you are willing?"
Madam Hu turned pale with shock, and quickly wanted to cover her son's mouth: "Fei'er, stop messing around!"
Sure enough, it is worthy of being a flying fox in the snow mountain, who has been so proud since childhood, Song Qingshu smiled brightly Chapter 13 Uncle and sister-in-law
Hearing that he admired his father so much, Hu Fei was also very happy, but when he saw his mother's smile, he rolled his eyes, "Who knows if you deliberately spoke good things about my father after seeing our mother and son."
"No and no!" Song Qingshu's expression was serious, and his tone was natural: "In today's world, the titles of heroes seem to be everywhere. But those who are truly called heroes, I only agree with two and a half?"
"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world, I wonder which two and a half have this honor?" Mrs. Hu was also interested in him, and her previous cold expression changed.
"Guo Jingguo, who guards Xiangyang, is a hero for the country and the people." Song Qingshu was thinking in his heart, but it was a pity that he spent all his energy on national affairs, and he was a bit remiss in his family.
"Guo Daxia is indeed a generation of heroes." Both mother and son nodded.
"The remaining half," Song Qingshu said deliberately, "is Wu Liuqi, the god beggar in the snow. He has truly received the favor of others and will never forget it. He is really a strange man in Hainei." As for why? Half of it is because Song Qingshu is not sure whether the Wu Liuqi of this era is the Wu Liuqi written by Jin Yong or the Wu Liuqi in history.
"Although I have never heard of this person, as you said, he is indeed a hero." Mrs. Hu admired this kind of hero the most, and she couldn't help but shine brightly.
"Is there another one?" The child couldn't hold back, seeing that Song Qingshu hadn't continued, Hu Fei asked quickly.
Song Qingshu didn't speak bluntly, but read a poem instead: "There is a hero in Liaodong, the hero Hu Yidao. His martial arts level the world, and his arrogance soars to the sky. His loyalty is full of heaven and earth, and his tenderness is in his heart. It makes scholars envious, and hates not to make friends with each other."
Mrs. Hu's beautiful eyes sparkled with what she said, and she took a deep look at him, "The widow thanked the son for the poem on behalf of the husband." Now she was really relieved, if the other party hadn't really been familiar with and admired Hu Yidao's life , It is impossible to write such an appropriate poem. With just a few lines, Mrs. Hu seemed to hear her husband's heroic laughter again, and she couldn't help feeling sour.
Now Hu Fei looked at Song Qingshu more and more pleasing to his eyes. Hearing that his poems were full of regrets, his heart was full of pride, and he pulled Song Qingshu's sleeves and said solemnly: "Just now in the restaurant, I admire your heroism, even though your hands are unbound You have the strength of a chicken, but you have a sturdy body. If Dad sees you, he will never meet again. Hearing the regret in your tone, I am willing to form a friendship with you on behalf of Dad. I wonder if you are willing?"
Madam Hu turned pale with shock, and quickly wanted to cover her son's mouth: "Fei'er, stop messing around!"
Sure enough, it is worthy of being a flying fox in the snow mountain, who has been so proud since childhood, Song Qingshu smiled brightly Chapter 13 Uncle and sister-in-law
Hearing that he admired his father so much, Hu Fei was also very happy, but when he saw his mother's smile, he rolled his eyes, "Who knows if you deliberately spoke good things about my father after seeing our mother and son."
"No and no!" Song Qingshu's expression was serious, and his tone was natural: "In today's world, the titles of heroes seem to be everywhere. But those who are truly called heroes, I only agree with two and a half?"
"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world, I wonder which two and a half have this honor?" Mrs. Hu was also interested in him, and her previous cold expression changed.
"Guo Jingguo, who guards Xiangyang, is a hero for the country and the people." Song Qingshu was thinking in his heart, but it was a pity that he spent all his energy on national affairs, and he was a bit remiss in his family.
"Guo Daxia is indeed a generation of heroes." Both mother and son nodded.
"The remaining half," Song Qingshu said deliberately, "is Wu Liuqi, the god beggar in the snow. He has truly received the favor of others and will never forget it. He is really a strange man in Hainei." As for why? Half of it is because Song Qingshu is not sure whether the Wu Liuqi of this era is the Wu Liuqi written by Jin Yong or the Wu Liuqi in history.
"Although I have never heard of this person, as you said, he is indeed a hero." Mrs. Hu admired this kind of hero the most, and she couldn't help but shine brightly.
"Is there another one?" The child couldn't hold back, seeing that Song Qingshu hadn't continued, Hu Fei asked quickly.
Song Qingshu didn't speak bluntly, but read a poem instead: "There is a hero in Liaodong, the hero Hu Yidao. His martial arts level the world, and his arrogance soars to the sky. His loyalty is full of heaven and earth, and his tenderness is in his heart. It makes scholars envious, and hates not to make friends with each other."
Mrs. Hu's beautiful eyes sparkled with what she said, and she took a deep look at him, "The widow thanked the son for the poem on behalf of the husband." Now she was really relieved, if the other party hadn't really been familiar with and admired Hu Yidao's life , It is impossible to write such an appropriate poem. With just a few lines, Mrs. Hu seemed to hear her husband's heroic laughter again, and she couldn't help feeling sour.
Now Hu Fei looked at Song Qingshu more and more pleasing to his eyes. Hearing that his poems were full of regrets, his heart was full of pride, and he pulled Song Qingshu's sleeves and said solemnly: "Just now in the restaurant, I admire your heroism, even though your hands are unbound You have the strength of a chicken, but you have a sturdy body. If Dad sees you, he will never meet again. Hearing the regret in your tone, I am willing to form a friendship with you on behalf of Dad. I wonder if you are willing?"
Madam Hu turned pale with shock, and quickly wanted to cover her son's mouth: "Fei'er, stop messing around!"
Sure enough, it is worthy of being a flying fox in the snow mountain, who has been so bold and dry since childhood, Song Qingshu smiled heartily