"Because they are not you." Song Qingshu said with a smile.
Huang Rong was taken aback, and was hit by his ordinary words in a soft place in her heart, she couldn't help but secretly sighed, this bastard is obviously greedy for beauty, but he can make women feel his true feelings, no wonder the people around him So many good confidante.
At the moment when she was absent-minded, Song Qingshu had gone one step further. Huang Rong's heart fluttered, and she subconsciously wanted to scold the other party, but suddenly she thought that this seemed to be nothing, after all, it was separated by clothes...not to mention that she also enjoyed it a little bit.
As soon as this thought came up, Huang Rong suddenly came to her senses: No, I can't do anything to offend brother Jing again!
She stood up suddenly, and was about to reprimand the other party with righteous words, but just opened her mouth, the sedan chair suddenly stopped suddenly, and she fell forward when she couldn't stand firmly.
"It's over!" Huang Rong's face turned pale. When she thought that falling to the ground might cause a miscarriage, her mother's instinct made her fall backward subconsciously. Fortunately, she had a foundation in martial arts, so she just forcibly overcame her inertia at this moment.
But the price was quite heavy, because he almost exhausted all his strength and fell backwards, so his whole body was completely unsteady and he sat down in Song Qingshu's arms again, and both of them froze for a moment.
Song Qingshu showed a strange expression: "You took the initiative to sit up this time, no wonder I."
Huang Rong's whole face was blushing instantly, and she wanted to curse, but at this moment she couldn't say a word.
"Did it hurt you?" Song Qingshu put his hand on her shoulder and asked with concern.
"Hurt you big-headed ghost!" Huang Rong was really going crazy at the moment, she wanted to raise her hand to slap him, but at this moment she didn't dare to move at all, for fear that it would make her even more embarrassing.
"What a coincidence..." Song Qingshu glanced at the other party's buttocks, thinking that in his previous life, he had seen a very popular post on the Internet discussing those mentally retarded bridges that appeared on the Internet. One of the posts mentioned that in one, the company The glamorous secretary was wearing an ol bag hip skirt and was going to copy and scan the documents. The male lead had an instinctive physical reaction when he saw her sexy appearance. As a result, she slipped accidentally when passing by the male lead, and the male lead instinctively went to Helping her, the two of them fell down together, the beautiful secretary was sitting on the male lead, at that moment the male lead actually entered the secretary's body...
At that time, Song Qingshu was also complaining, how did the author come up with such a mentally retarded plot, the hero's jeans, the secretary's hip skirt, and the two people's underwear, no matter what angle they fall, it is impossible to enter, but He never expected that when he laughed at others for being mentally retarded back then, he would experience a similar coincidence now.
Of course, Song Qingshu asked himself that he was not as good as the male protagonist who was hanging on the sky in this aspect. After all, there were still several layers of clothes, and if he thought about it with his toes, he knew that there was really nothing there, but this was enough to make Huang Rong feel ashamed and indignant.
Huang Rong bit her lips tightly, so she didn't make any embarrassing noises just now when she was knocked out of her wits, she had gradually calmed down, took a deep breath and was about to question him, who knew that Song Qingshu's fingers had already pressed his mouth On her lips: "Shh, don't talk!"
Huang Rong was startled at first, but realized in an instant that the sedan chair would not stop suddenly for no reason, something must have happened outside.
"I have heard for a long time that Mr. Song's martial arts are world-class and mighty in Jianghu, and Xue came here admiringly. I want to see your unparalleled swordsmanship." A voice as cold as ice suddenly came from outside.
Huang Rong's face showed a strange expression. Hearing the voice, the man was standing three feet away in front of the sedan chair, but from such a distance, he could faintly feel the powerful sword energy that made people feel chills through his body, as if standing there was not a single person, but a group of people. A sword with a sharp handle.
She couldn't help but looked at Song Qingshu worriedly, but he couldn't see any tension or abnormality in his eyes, only calm like a lake.
Huang Rong couldn't help admiring him secretly, although this person was a bit lustful at times, but once he was serious, he was really a master, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.
But a hint of shame and anger flashed in her eyes immediately, thinking that this bastard asked me to get up first... Now this situation always makes her feel a sense of crisis that the enemy will come to the city and the door will be broken into at any time.
Huang Rong didn't dare to make any changes at this time, because she knew that the person outside was a master of masters, and if he noticed her existence, she really didn't want to live, she had no choice but to continue to endure this embarrassment torment.
"Why, is Mr. Song afraid to compete with me?" The cold voice from outside sounded again.
Song Qingshu chuckled, and replied lightly: "If anyone comes to me to challenge, and I will fight, wouldn't I be too busy to die?"
Hearing his words, the servants outside the sedan chair hurried over to negotiate, trying to drive away the person blocking the way, but unfortunately there was no sound as soon as they spoke, Song Qingshu frowned slightly, but still did not take any action, because the other party only restrained those who blocked the way. The servant's acupoints did not kill the killer.
"In that case, then I'll let you see if I have the qualifications to challenge you." The man obviously became a little impatient, and just as he finished speaking, a gleaming sword shot into the sedan chair.
Huang Rong couldn't help turning pale. Even though the tip of the sword hadn't touched her body, the sword energy on it had already made her skin hurt. She instinctively wanted to use the dog-beating stick technique to try to knock the sword off. , It's a pity that just as soon as I raised my hand, I felt empty, and then realized that the dog-beating stick was not by my side at this time. And even if she had a dog-beating stick in her hand, she was not fully sure that she would be able to deflect this powerful sword.
At this time, she suddenly remembered that there was Song Qingshu. For some reason, staying with him gave her a sense of security, which even Guo Jing couldn't compare to.
"Could it be because his martial arts are higher than Brother Jing's?" Huang Rong thought in a daze, she was full of thoughts, but seeing that the sword was about to stab, she instinctively buried her face in Song Qingshu's chest.
After a long time when there was no movement, Huang Rong just raised her head in shock, and found that the sword that was shot had stopped about a foot in front of her, unable to move forward any more.
Huang Rong had always known that Song Qingshu's martial arts were very good, but she was still extremely shocked when she noticed that he had stopped the sharp sword that was approaching quickly without moving his hands.
Shocked, she suddenly realized that she was clinging to his arms like a little bird, and she sat up straight instantly as if she had been scalded.
Song Qingshu didn't tease her at this time, but stretched out his hand with a serious face, and the sword shot back at a faster speed than when it came.
Huang Rong only felt that the sword was gone in a blink of an eye, and she couldn't help thinking secretly, if it were me, I would probably have been hit by the sword before I had time to react, and the person outside might be in danger.
After a while, there was no sound from outside, and Huang Rong confirmed the guess in her heart.
However, Song Qingshu didn't show the slightest joy at this moment, instead he hugged her and gently put her on the seat, and whispered to her, "Wait for me here, don't come out." After speaking, he got off the sedan chair.
Before this, Huang Rong prayed that Song Qingshu would put her down all the way, and it would be best to leave the sedan chair, but now that her wish was fulfilled, she found that she was not happy at all.
"Am I afraid that he will encounter some danger?" When she got off the sedan chair just now, Huang Rong saw a swordsman standing a few meters away through the gap in the door curtain, obviously not being counterattacked by Song Qingshu as expected kill.
Let's say that after Song Qingshu got off the sedan chair, he looked at the man not far away, and saw that he was about forty or fifty years old, with a few strands of silver interspersed slightly on his temples, and his demeanor was elegant and calm. In addition, he is more like a wise man who does not seek fame, or a celebrity who is tired of the world and has retired to the forest. However, in Song Qingshu's eyes, it is like a peerless sword standing there, exuding a chilling aura. The powerful sword energy reveals a disturbing edge.
"Is it the realm of the unity of man and sword?" Song Qingshu murmured to himself. He had seen many sword masters over the years, but this person in front of him gave him the feeling that he was very similar to Feng Qingyang, the Huashan sword sage back then, and even more so than Feng Qing. Jan is more sharp-edged.
When Song Qingshu was looking at that person, that person was also looking at him. Seeing him standing there casually as if he had merged with the world, he couldn't help but be a little surprised: "It's no wonder that Mr. Song has achieved this in just a few years. Knowing the Lord, seeing him today really deserves his reputation." After a pause, he glanced at the sedan chair behind him thoughtfully, and continued: "The reputation of Merry is just as rumored."
Huang Rong was watching secretly through the gap in the door curtain, she couldn't help being ashamed when she heard the words, she shrank back in an instant, worrying about gain and loss: "He won't recognize me, will he?"
Song Qingshu frowned slightly. With this person's cultivation level, he was not surprised to notice Huang Rong's existence. What was surprising was that he didn't have any information about this person at all: "Who is your Excellency? With your cultivation level, it will never be some unknown generation."
The man shook his head: "I'm not from the rivers and lakes, and you may not have heard of it."
"If you don't tell me, how do you know if I've heard of it or not?" Song Qingshu smiled, "You claim to be not from the Jianghu, and considering your murderous aura so strong that it seems to be real, I'm afraid only people in the army can cultivate it. "
There was a strange look in the man's eyes: "Yes, I am indeed from the army, and my name is Xue Yiren."
"The Xue Yiren known as the 'Blood-clothed Man'?" Song Qingshu's jaw almost fell to the ground, why did Gu Long's characters mess in too
The surprise in Xue Yiren's eyes became stronger: "Yes, I did have this nickname twenty years ago, but it was only known to my colleagues in the army, so how did you know it?"
When the Kingdom of Jin went south, several wars broke out between the Southern Song Dynasty and the Kingdom of Jin. Xue Yiren's small army was surrounded by 3,000 troops from the Kingdom of Jin. A bloody road, the golden army, which has always been invincible, was killed terrified. That battle can be said to be full of corpses, and the sun and the moon were dark. When the reinforcements finally arrived, Xue Yiren stood proudly in the sea of corpses His clothes were soaked in blood, so they called him the man in blood—
The reason for the appearance of Xue Yiren is mainly because there are four families Jia, Shi, Wang, and Xue in the court of the Southern Song Dynasty. The plot requires the Xue family to have a top master, so Xue Yiren's name was simply used. Definitely Xue Baochai's older brother (.)