Same as the red-clothed girl's choice at the beginning, Song Qingshu stretched out his palm and pushed it out. As soon as he came into contact with the group of beggars, he instantly felt a strong force coming from him.
Song Qingshu nodded secretly. The Beggars' Clan obviously doesn't have many masters, but they have been able to stand in the arena for so many years and become one of the best big gangs. They really have some skills.
Although he has never fought against the five uglies in Tibet, he has dealt with those esoteric masters in the Ruyang Palace, so he has the most say. The internal force can't be that clever, but the lack of it is made up for by the use of body weight and charge, so the effect is not much worse.
Of course, with Song Qingshu's current cultivation level, a dozen or so beggar gang masters would not be able to stop him. All he needed to do was vomit, and these people were either fractured or seriously injured. He didn't want to hurt anyone, so he used a sticky formula to follow their charging momentum and lead them back. The group of people lost their center of gravity instantly and staggered towards him. At this moment, Song Qingshu was behind him. Another group of people rushed over and couldn't hold back their feet. Two or two collided with each other, and they were immediately turned on their backs.
In the blink of an eye, a large area collapsed, and the solid wall array was naturally unable to be formed. The eight-pocket elder, who was well-informed, hurriedly stopped the rest of his subordinates from rushing forward: "It turns out that I met a master today, can you leave Wanzi behind?" !"
Song Qingshu chuckled: "Why, do you still want to find more experts to find a place?" He knew the grievances between Song Qingshu and the Jiangnan Beggar Gang before. Song Qingshu was completely dragged into the gang and ruined his reputation; In fact, the law enforcement elders and bowl leaders of the Jiangnan Beggar Gang all died under the claws of Song Qingshu's Jiuyin White Bones, which can be regarded as a bloody feud. Once the other party finds out his identity, he will probably be in a situation where he will never die. He doesn't want to see such a headache.
Elder Eight Sacks blushed: "Don't dare."
Song Qingshu waved his hand: "Let's go, I have some connections with your beggar gang, so I won't embarrass you." What appeared in his mind at this moment was Huang Rong's charming face, thinking that if she knew that he was embarrassing for a strange woman Her disciples and grandchildren don't know if they will be angry.
The elder Babao saw that although his martial arts were high, he was also considered polite and polite, so he naturally knew how to accept him when he was good, and after bowing hands with him, he called his disciples to support each other and retreated.
After the beggar gang retreated, Song Qingshu untied the girl in red, and before she had time to say anything, the other party took the lead in asking, "Who told you to meddle in your own business!"
Song Qingshu was startled, seeing her staring angrily, as if he had ruined something good.
With a cold snort, the girl turned and left.
"Stop!" Song Qingshu said lightly.
"Why, you still want me to be grateful?" the girl in red said coldly.
Song Qingshu shook his head secretly. This woman must have been spoiled and spoiled since she was a child, making her moody: "That's not necessary, but today's incident was caused by you. Now that there are so many things damaged in this inn, you have to compensate the store for the loss."
Hearing his words, the girl's face turned green and then red, and she took out an ingot of gold from her bosom and threw it on the ground: "This is more than enough to compensate them." With a cold snort, she jumped out of the window and quickly disappeared into the corner of the street.
"Thank you son." The owner of the restaurant ran out to thank Song Qingshu, "Little Er, quickly serve you another jar of good wine."
"No need." Song Qingshu smiled slightly. Now that he was in the mood to drink, he left a piece of silver and drifted away.
When he read those martial arts in his previous life, his biggest emotion was that those people in the rivers and lakes would fight and kill in the inns and restaurants at every turn, and he didn't know how many pots and pans, tables and chairs would be damaged. bear this indiscriminate disaster.
Because he was an ordinary person in his previous life, he often thinks from the perspective of ordinary people, and he can't be like those privileged people who treat these things as indifferent npnetbsp; "I'm really a hypocrite!" Walking on the street, Song Qingshu secretly Sighing, he has been knocking on widows' doors at night and bullying men and women all these years. He is not a good person no matter how you look at it. This is a typical example of him being a bitch and erecting a memorial archway.
"Don't worry about him, I just need peace of mind." Unknowingly, Song Qingshu had already walked in front of Shi Yushi's mansion.
Before racking his brains, he hadn't figured out how to persuade Shi Miyuan to help impeach Wan Qixie. After thinking about it, he realized that the main reason was that he lacked enough information. He didn't even know what kind of person Shi Miyuan was. Some embarrassment.
Not long after handing over the greeting card, the concierge trotted back all the way: "Young Master Song, my master invites you in."
"Looks like you're lucky. It's not like you had to wait so long at Li Shouzhong's place before." Song Qingshu smiled slightly, but what caught his attention was that the concierge had a strange expression when he mentioned his master.
Originally, he wanted to probe his tone, but soon another boy came out to lead the way, so he couldn't find the opportunity to ask.
"Forget it, so what if it's a dragon in the pool." Song Qingshu shrugged his shoulders and put his doubts behind him.
Bringing Song Qingshu to the front of the study, the servant told him that the master was waiting inside and left.
Opening the door and looking, Song Qingshu was stunned. He had a relationship with Shi Miyuan in the court before, so he naturally remembered his appearance, and the person standing in the study could not be him, not even a man. It was the girl in red who was in the restaurant before.
"It's you?"
"It's you!"
The two said in unison.
"You are Song Qingshu?" The girl in red didn't seem to remember the unhappiness that happened in the inn before, and trotted over to look around him for a while, nodding while looking at him, "No wonder the martial arts are so high..."
"Girl, who are you?" Song Qingshu already had a guess in his mind.
"Shi Miyuan is my father." The red-clothed girl's answer made Song Qingshu feel confused. How could she call her father's name directly like this, but considering her carefree temperament, she was relieved.
"So you are Miss Xiangyun." Shi Miyuan only had one daughter, so she was taken care of like a jewel in the palm of her hand. This is something that everyone in Lin'an City knows, so although she didn't introduce her name, Song Qingshu already knew it clearly.
However, this Shi Xiangyun, although he has the charming and naive character described in "Dream of Red Mansions", is much more unruly and self-willed. Presumably this difference is caused by changes in family background.
"I heard that you went to the sky to pray for rain last night, can you tell me how you did it?" Shi Xiangyun blinked his big eyes and looked at Song Qingshu curiously.
"It's just a coincidence. I've always had good luck." Although the principle of rain was not a secret in the previous life, it is quite useful to exaggerate the mystery in this era. Song Qingshu is not stupid enough to make friends with strangers Deep words.
"I guess so." Shi Xiangyun felt as if a boulder had fallen from his heart, his whole body relaxed, and even a charming smile appeared on his face.
Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing, this little girl must be worried about her lover, for fear that someone will be better than her lover.
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