Song Qingshu also had black hair, and he couldn't help sighing in his heart, how could he not get his shoes wet when he often stood by the river, no wonder he had never heard of any martial arts masters making trouble in the Southern Song Palace in these years, so there is still such a ghost hidden in the palace *oss.
Back then, Qu Lingfeng entered the palace to steal valuable calligraphy and paintings, but in the end he fled to Niujia Village and was chased and killed by Shi Yanming, who brought an imperial weapon. Huang Yaoshi also felt that if Qu Lingfeng hadn't been broken by himself in the early years, he would never have died.
Thinking about it now, I can only say that Qu Lingfeng could not get into Huang Chang's eyes, otherwise he would not even have a chance to leave the palace.
A "Nine Yin Scriptures", which made the whole martial arts flock to it. The East evil, the west poison, the Southern Emperor, and the North Beggar, the supernatural powers, fought in Huashan for seven days and seven nights for this book. Even masters of this level regard it as a treasure. How profound and mysterious is the Yin Zhenjing.
Although Song Qingshu has already mastered the "Nine Yin Scriptures", he would not naively think that Huang Chang's martial arts can only be reflected in the "Nine Yin Scriptures", just like Dugu Qiubai's martial arts is not just equal to Dugu Nine Sword + inner strength of snake gallbladder + heavy sword + a big eagle.
What's more, it was decades ago that Huang Chang wrote the "Nine Yin Scriptures". The ghost knows what new martial arts he has realized and what level he has raised to in these years.
Song Qingshu was suddenly a little depressed, thinking back when Hong Qigong and Zhou Botong cheated on food and drink in the palace, Ouyang Feng and others came to look for Wu Mu's suicide note, why didn't Huang Shang take care of it? As a result, he was struck by thunder as soon as he came
After much deliberation, Song Qingshu could only understand that Hong Qigong and the others only haunted the fringes of the imperial palace like the imperial dining room, and Huang Chang didn't bother to take care of them, unlike him who came to the emperor's harem and finally alarmed his old man.
"I didn't expect that after so many years, there are still people in the Jianghu who remember me," the man in the black cloak looked up at the moon, as if recalling something from the past, but he didn't know whether it was because the cloak was too wide or something else. Even though he was bathed in the moonlight, his face was still blurred. "It is inevitable for young people to make mistakes. As long as they know how to turn their backs and stick to the shore, they can still be saved. Put down the concubines in your hands and stay in the palace to copy and hide for ten years. This old man can guarantee No one will hold you accountable for what you did tonight."
"Ten years?" Song Qingshu chuckled, "Compared to copying books or something, I still prefer the colorful world outside."
"Trespassing into the bedroom and hijacking concubines is a serious crime against the nine clans. Young people should not be obsessed with it." Huang Chang sighed softly, and the surrounding flowers, plants and trees seemed to feel his emotions, rustling for a while, and soon A feeling of regret permeated the surrounding air.
Song Qingshu's expression was dignified. The other party had obviously cultivated to the realm of the unity of man and nature, and his every move was integrated with nature. This body was even higher than Wang Chongyang's. With several times their strength, it's hard to say how the two of them will fight.
"Go ahead, because you are a junior, this old man can give you three tricks." Huang Chang's tone revealed absolute confidence.
"Senior, are you serious?" The corners of Song Qingshu's mouth rose slightly, as if he had already made up his mind.
"Of course I won't lie to you, a junior." Huang Chang replied flatly.
"Then thank you, senior." Song Qingshu smiled slightly, kicked the sole of his foot on the ground, and disappeared into the night sky in an instant holding Li Yuanzhi.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Huang Chang was stunned and didn't react for a while. Although he acted relaxed just now, he never took it lightly. This young man's martial arts are not inferior to anyone he has ever seen in his life. Can't see the depth. However, the Grandmaster has the demeanor of a Grandmaster. As a senior, he naturally cannot make the first move, and he can still afford to let the opponent make three moves.
Originally, he was concentrating on his precautions, waiting for the opponent's shocking blow, but who knew that the opponent just ran away... ran away!
Generally speaking, masters have their own pride, and will not run away unless it is absolutely necessary. This person's cultivation is clearly unfathomable, but he plays cards completely against common sense.
After years of devoting himself to practice, Huang Chang had already managed to keep the ancient well quiet, but seeing the scene in front of him, he became a little annoyed for the first time. With a flash of his figure, he chased after the other party in the direction where he disappeared.
However, after chasing for a stick of incense, not only did he fail to catch up, but the distance between him and the other party became farther and farther, and finally disappeared. Huang Chang had to stop and gave up chasing, muttering to himself: "There is such a shocking lightness skill in this world? It seems that I have not asked about world affairs for too long. If I have a chance, I will ask Yingluo to ask what kind of skills have been developed in the world in recent years. A young man with strong martial arts."
Back in the cold palace, Song Qingshu put Li Yuanzhi down, heaved a sigh of relief, "I finally got rid of it."
"Who is that person?" Although Li Yuanzhi was considered half of the world, but a legendary figure like Huang Chang was too far away from her, so she didn't know who the other party was at all.
"The author of "Nine Yin Scriptures" is a super master." Song Qingshu replied.
Li Yuanzhi opened her small mouth wide open. Although she is not even a third-rate expert in the arena, she has also heard the name of "Nine Yin Scriptures". She rolled her eyes and leaned towards Song Qingshu with a smile Front: "Brother Song, is he better than you? It's the first time I've seen you running so embarrassingly."
Song Qingshu smiled slightly, and didn't care about what she said: "After all, I came here for business this time, and it won't end well if there is a big trouble; what's more, he is the master of a friend of mine, so old, In case something goes wrong and my vitality is hurt, my friend won't fight for me by then?"
Li Yuanzhi snorted with a half-smile: "Brother Song's friend must be a woman, right? And she must be pretty."
The beautiful and frosty face of the woman in yellow shirt appeared in his mind, Song Qingshu smiled sarcastically, and changed the subject without answering: "Pack up your things, I'll take you out."
Who knew that Li Yuanzhi shook his head: "No, I'll just stay in this cold palace, come and pick me up when you leave Lin'an."
"Why?" Song Qingshu was taken aback.
"If you don't stay here, how can you appreciate the frightened expressions of Concubine Wu's mother and daughter." Li Yuanzhi said with a smile.
"Uh~" Song Qingshu never expected this to be the reason, but it was also in line with her eccentric nature.
Li Yuanzhi continued to add: "Furthermore, if I suddenly disappear from the palace and you happen to be in Lin'an again, there is no guarantee that no one will suspect you, and then Concubine Wu, mother and daughter will know who they have been treated lightly tonight. "
Song Qingshu thought to himself that it was you who were frivolous to them, okay? However, he also understood that Li Yuanzhi's worry was not unreasonable, knowing that she was thinking of herself, he couldn't help being moved: "But what if someone comes to give you a white silk again?"
Li Yuanzhi snorted coquettishly: "It was just that the girl was caught off guard before, but now that she is prepared, how can she fall into such a passive situation? Don't worry, didn't nothing happen to me in the rivers and lakes before."
Song Qingshu slandered endlessly, nothing really happened, except that he was arrested by Zhang Zhaozhong later.
"Okay then, you put this thing away, and if you encounter danger, send out a signal, and I will come to rescue you immediately." Song Qingshu took out a bamboo tube from his arms and handed it to her. It was made by the Golden Snake Camp. The ones that come out are used to transmit signals on the battlefield, similar to fireworks.
"Brother Song, you are so kind to me." Li Yuanzhi wrapped up a wisp of fragrant wind and threw herself into his arms, offering a fragrant kiss passionately.
After a long time, Li Yuanzhi pushed him away with a blushing face. After seeing the changes in his body, he hurriedly looked away: "It's almost dawn, if you don't leave, it will be too late."
Song Qing laughed, and couldn't help pinching her cheek: "You are also afraid, little fairy?"
Li Yuanzhi spat: "She is still a little girl, how can she stand up to you... and what else... go, go..." As he spoke, he pushed his back away.
"Then be careful yourself." Song Qingshu kissed her, and soon disappeared into the night sky. Li Yuanzhi stood in front of the window, feeling a little dazed for a while.
Song Qingshu returned to the inn, after tossing all night, he was a little tired, so he fell asleep. In the early morning of the next day, Han Yuzhou sent someone to deliver a message, firstly he apologized for not being able to come in person, after all, at this critical period, if he came to the meeting, it would be inevitable; However, the specific details still need the opinions of civil and military officials at the court meeting; finally, tell him that officials from Honglu Temple will come to explain to him some etiquette and precautions for tomorrow's face saint.
After Han Tuozhou's special envoy left, officials from Honglu Temple arrived not long after. Hearing all kinds of red tape made Song Qingshu's ears callous, so he simply called a large table of food and wine on the grounds that he hadn't eaten yet. The officials of Honglu Temple ate and explained, and it didn't take long for them to get drunk.
The subordinates of the officials of Honglu Temple had no choice but to send them to the nearby guest rooms to rest. In order to avoid further bombing, Song Qingshu also went back to his room and pretended to sleep on the grounds that he was drunk.
Because he didn't sleep long last night and was woken up in the morning, he was really sleepy. He pretended to be asleep at first, but then he really fell asleep.
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes and looked out of the window, only to see that it was already dark outside, but this was not the key to his waking up.
"There are still people sending killers to deal with me now?" Song Qingshu chuckled, his tone full of sarcasm.
Not long after, an inconspicuous window paper was pierced, and a copper pipe was inserted in. Song Qingshu snorted coldly, flicked his fingers, and the copper pipe seemed to be hit by a huge force, and it was inserted back suddenly.
"Ah!" There was a scream from outside, apparently the throat was punctured by the copper pipe.
Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and sucked it through the air, and the brass pipe flew into his hand immediately, but because the brass pipe was suddenly pulled out by the man outside, a bloody arrow splashed on the window, and there was no more sound.
"I'm curious, what kind of poison are you going to use to deal with me?" Song Qingshu opened the copper tube, looked at the powder inside, and his face darkened instantly——
In a previous chapter, Song Qingshu didn’t know that the master of the girl in the yellow shirt was Huang Shang, and it was the monk who confused the previous plot for a while. Fortunately, the book friend reminded me, so I hereby correct it 8