"What condition." Mrs. Hu asked anxiously, thinking to herself at this moment that she would agree to any condition for the sake of her son.
"I want him to worship me as his teacher." The poisonous hand medicine king pointed at Hu Fei, but sighed in his heart. As he grew older, Lingsu alone might not be able to restrain that traitor in the future.
Mrs. Hu and Song Qingshu looked at each other, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, it was such a simple condition, but Hu Fei suddenly said: "Before I become a teacher, there is one thing that must be clarified."
"What's the matter?" The Poisonous Hand Medicine King gave him a surprised look.
"Is Heisha Ice the medicine king's item?" Hu Fei asked word by word.
"That's right, it's something I refined in my early years, but since it's too insidious, I've never used it." Poisonous Hand Medicine King thought for a while and gave the answer.
"Then why did my father die under the black ice?" Hu Fei asked angrily. Madam Hu had mixed feelings in her heart, thinking that if he was really the murderer, wouldn't Fei Er's life be...
Poisonous Hand Medicine King showed remorse: "In the early years, I did not consider morality when choosing apprentices, so that the first three apprentices all betrayed the master. The one just now is my big apprentice—Murong Jingyue. Give him one."
"What?" Madam Hu gritted her teeth tightly when she heard this, thinking that there was finally a clue to this unsolved case, "Fei'er, you follow Yao Wang to learn your skills well, and when the time comes with your father's family-inspired martial arts, you must be able to conquer the world." Don't be afraid. Mother will go to Murong Jingyue to track down the real culprit first, and we will take revenge together later."
Hu Fei nodded vigorously. Seeing that she was about to leave, Song Qingshu hurriedly said, "Sister-in-law, you have just recovered from a serious injury, and the other party has strong martial arts skills and is good at using poison. I will take care of you when I go with you."
Being with Song Qingshu these days, Mrs. Hu has been feeling a little uncomfortable, always feeling that he seems to have other thoughts in his eyes. However, the other party did help her mother and child a lot, and she was Brother Hu's sworn brother, so she couldn't refuse directly. Suddenly, she thought of a way to refuse his company in a legitimate way without hurting his face.
"Senior Medicine King, my brother was seriously injured before and his meridians were cut off. He felt that only the King of Medicine with Poisonous Hands could heal his body, so he traveled all over the world to look for senior, and hoped that senior would help him. " Mrs. Hu bowed slightly, and pushed Song Qingshu in front of the Poisonous Hand Medicine King.
"Uh, even though the closed-door disciple of Hu Qingniu's true biography of Butterfly Valley Medicine Immortal has diagnosed me, he can't do anything about it. After thinking about it, I'm afraid that only Senior Medicine King can continue my meridians." Song Qingshu was feeling uneasy at the moment, if he also Powerless, I am afraid that I am doomed to be a useless person for the rest of my life.
"Mingjiao Master Zhang's medical skills have always been admired by the old monk," the poisonous hand medicine king felt his pulse, and then checked all over his body, shaking his head slightly: "Young master's meridian is broken, no gold and stone can save it. "
Madam Hu's complexion changed, she was a little worried Chapter 17 Don't hit my mother
He looked at Song Qingshu carefully. Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu smiled calmly: "Before, I was worried about gains and losses because I still had fantasies. Now that Senior Yao Wang also said the same, it seems that I don't need to worry anymore. A man walks between heaven and earth, so it's nothing if he doesn't have martial arts."
"My lord is so open minded!" Poisonous Hand Medicine King praised, "But you don't need to despair, although it is impossible to renew your meridians with medical skills, but have you ever considered practicing magical skills to heal yourself?"
Song Qingshu glanced at him suspiciously: "My meridians are completely cut off, even if the top-level magic book is in front of me, I can't practice it." Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but the meridian has been broken, so it is impossible to practice it.
Poison Hand Medicine King fell into memory, and slowly said: "Although there are many martial arts in the world today, most of them are learned by ordinary people. However, there may be some old monks who don't like the Sunflower Canon of Heimuya, the Change of Stars of the Murong Family, and the Sutra of White Head Taixuan in South China Sea. Knowing martial arts, these martial arts are strictly beyond the scope of martial arts, and are relatively close to the ancient methods of cultivation, and you may be able to find a way to heal your meridians from them."
"The juniors of these martial arts have also heard about them, but they don't know that they have such supernatural powers? Dare to ask how the seniors know..." Song Qingshu subconsciously felt a little disbelief.
"I'm ashamed to say it," the poisonous hand drug king smiled bitterly, "that old man's traitor, Murong Jingyue, is a collateral descendant of the Murong family. Because of his status as a concubine, he is not qualified to practice Dou Zhuan Xing Yi. He tried his best to learn martial arts from various schools secretly, and coveted The old monk's "The God of Medicine" is to be able to take charge of Yanziwu one day, take charge of the Murong family, and get a glimpse of the mystery of the battle and star shift. In the early years, he inadvertently complained to the old monk that the ancestor Kunlun sword fairy Murong Ziying relied on the battle to turn the stars. Even the stars can move, but in Murong Fu's generation, they can't even beat Qiao Feng, and they keep scolding Murong Fu for his poor qualifications."
"Oh~ is it really so wonderful?" Song Qingshu's heart moved.
The Poison Hand Medicine King said to Mrs. Hu: "Murong Jingyue's martial arts is strong, and his whereabouts are secretive. It may not be easy for Madam to find him. The old monk suggested that Madam accompany Song Shaoxia to Gusu Yanziwu, so that he can use the power of the Murong family to clean up the house. Second, let's see if there is a chance to heal Song Shaoxia's meridians."
Song Qingshu was so excited that he wished he could kill the medicine king and his wife, it's really old age reborn!
Madam Hu thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay, I will go to Swallow Pier with my uncle."
In the next few days, Mrs. Hu waited for Hu Fei to stabilize before preparing to leave. In the past few days, the two children, Hu Fei and Cheng Lingsu, were like a pair of happy enemies. One called the other ugly, and the other called the other stupid. After beating the other party up, but being poisoned by Cheng Lingsu's red scorpion powder, he screamed...
Mrs. Hu sat on the stool and watched all this with a smile, her heart was full of warmth, Song Qingshu approached and teased: "Your eyes look like you are looking at your daughter-in-law
woman. "
"Stop talking nonsense!" Mrs. Hu gave him an annoyed look, and the two of them became more and more familiar with each other, and their expressions became more and more natural.
"It seems that you despise other girls' ugly looks." Song Qingshu chuckled.
"Bah!" Mrs. Hu spat secretly, "Lingsu doesn't look very good-looking, but she is full of aura, and sometimes the charming energy revealed by her inadvertent smile..." She said with a smile on her face. Hong, I don't want to go on, but I think I am quite satisfied with this daughter-in-law.
…
On the second day, the two bid farewell to Yaowangzhuang. On the way, Song Qingshu thought of Hu Fei holding him before leaving, and said with a strange expression: "Brother Song, take good care of my mother, but you are not allowed to have bad ideas about her." He couldn't help laughing . Chapter 18 The Drama of a Room
"What are you laughing at, Uncle?" Mrs. Hu gave him a strange look.
"It's nothing," Song Qingshu didn't have the guts to tell her. He changed the subject and asked, "Sister-in-law, you fought Murong Jingyue before, and he said that you seem to be from the Ancient Tomb Sect?"
"Well, that's right." Mrs. Hu nodded lightly, "When I was young, I met my master by chance. She lived in my house for more than half a year and taught me a lot."
"Sister-in-law, do you know her name, is she Lin Chaoying?" Song Qingshu asked hastily.
Madam Hu shook her head, secretly wondering why my uncle knew so much about the Ancient Tomb Sect, "Lin Chaoying is my patriarch and mother-in-law. I don't know what the name of the master is."
Song Qingshu's face brightened immediately, and he thought that if Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou knew that there was such a senior sister, they didn't know how they would react.
The two of them traveled all the way, and seeing that they were going to Gusu City, seeing that it was getting late, they decided to rest in a small town outside the city for one night, and then go to Yanziwu tomorrow morning.
"Boss, two rooms." Hearing Song Qingshu's call, the shopkeeper looked up at the two of them, and smiled: "I'm really sorry, there is only one room here now. Why don't you just let it go? "
Madam Hu frowned, and shook her head: "No need, let's go to another inn."
"Ma'am, we are the only inn in this town. Now that the gate of Gusu City is closed, other inns can only be found in neighboring towns hundreds of miles away." The shopkeeper said with a smile.
"Let's look for it." Song Qingshu felt that the shopkeeper's words were not true, and he was a little suspicious.
"Forget it, it's all right here." Mrs. Hu said absent-mindedly.
"Xiao Er, send this lady up first." The shopkeeper held Song Qingshu back and said quietly, "My lord, please stay and let me know if I have something to do."
Seeing that Mrs. Hu had disappeared in the corridor, the shopkeeper spread his hands and smiled: "My lord, the rent is ten taels of silver, thank you."
Song Qingshu's eyes widened: "You are stealing money, it clearly says one tael per room."
The shopkeeper was not angry, and smiled: "My lord, do you really think that there is only one guest room in such a big inn as us? Didn't you see you alone and widows going on the road together, and create opportunities for you? Can you seize it?" It's up to you."
"Is this okay?" Song Qingshu was shocked immediately.
"Hey," the shopkeeper smiled strangely, "Otherwise, do you think that there are so many inns in Jianghu, why there is only one room left when lonely men and widows are lodging? This is our business rule, son, if the money is gone, you can earn more money." , but a beautiful woman is hard to come by."
Song Qingshu was overwhelmed with admiration, and willingly handed over ten taels of silver, "The first person who came up with this marketing strategy is really a genius!"
"What did the shopkeeper tell you just now?" Seeing Song Qingshu returning to the house, Mrs. Hu asked suspiciously. Chapter 18 The Drama of a Room
"What are you laughing at, Uncle?" Mrs. Hu gave him a strange look.
"It's nothing," Song Qingshu didn't have the guts to tell her. He changed the subject and asked, "Sister-in-law, you fought Murong Jingyue before, and he said that you seem to be from the Ancient Tomb Sect?"
"Well, that's right." Mrs. Hu nodded lightly, "When I was young, I met my master by chance. She lived in my house for more than half a year and taught me a lot."
"Sister-in-law, do you know her name, is she Lin Chaoying?" Song Qingshu asked hastily.
Madam Hu shook her head, secretly wondering why my uncle knew so much about the Ancient Tomb Sect, "Lin Chaoying is my patriarch and mother-in-law. I don't know what the name of the master is."
Song Qingshu's face brightened immediately, and he thought that if Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou knew that there was such a senior sister, they didn't know how they would react.
The two of them traveled all the way, and seeing that they were going to Gusu City, seeing that it was getting late, they decided to rest in a small town outside the city for one night, and then go to Yanziwu tomorrow morning.
"Boss, two rooms." Hearing Song Qingshu's call, the shopkeeper looked up at the two of them, and smiled: "I'm really sorry, there is only one room here now. Why don't you just let it go? "
Madam Hu frowned, and shook her head: "No need, let's go to another inn."
"Ma'am, we are the only inn in this town. Now that the gate of Gusu City is closed, other inns can only be found in neighboring towns hundreds of miles away." The shopkeeper said with a smile.
"Let's look for it." Song Qingshu felt that the shopkeeper's words were not true, and he was a little suspicious.
"Forget it, it's all right here." Mrs. Hu said absent-mindedly.
"Xiao Er, send this lady up first." The shopkeeper held Song Qingshu back and said quietly, "My lord, please stay and let me know if I have something to do."
Seeing that Mrs. Hu had disappeared in the corridor, the shopkeeper spread his hands and smiled: "My lord, the rent is ten taels of silver, thank you."
Song Qingshu's eyes widened: "You are stealing money, it clearly says one tael per room."
The shopkeeper was not angry, and smiled: "My lord, do you really think that there is only one guest room in such a big inn as us? Didn't you see you alone and widows going on the road together, and create opportunities for you? Can you seize it?" It's up to you."
"Is this okay?" Song Qingshu was shocked immediately.
"Hey," the shopkeeper smiled strangely, "Otherwise, do you think that there are so many inns in Jianghu, why there is only one room left when lonely men and widows are lodging? This is our business rule, son, if the money is gone, you can earn more money." , but a beautiful woman is hard to come by."
Song Qingshu was overwhelmed with admiration, and willingly handed over ten taels of silver, "The first person who came up with this marketing strategy is really a genius!"
"What did the shopkeeper tell you just now?" Seeing Song Qingshu returning to the house, Mrs. Hu asked suspiciously. Chapter 18 The Drama of a Room
"What are you laughing at, Uncle?" Mrs. Hu gave him a strange look.
"It's nothing," Song Qingshu didn't have the guts to tell her. He changed the subject and asked, "Sister-in-law, you fought Murong Jingyue before, and he said that you seem to be from the Ancient Tomb Sect?"
"Well, that's right." Mrs. Hu nodded lightly, "When I was young, I met my master by chance. She lived in my house for more than half a year and taught me a lot."
"Sister-in-law, do you know her name, is she Lin Chaoying?" Song Qingshu asked hastily.
Madam Hu shook her head, secretly wondering why my uncle knew so much about the Ancient Tomb Sect, "Lin Chaoying is my patriarch and mother-in-law. I don't know what the name of the master is."
Song Qingshu's face brightened immediately, and he thought that if Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou knew that there was such a senior sister, they didn't know how they would react.
The two of them traveled all the way, and seeing that they were going to Gusu City, seeing that it was getting late, they decided to rest in a small town outside the city for one night, and then go to Yanziwu tomorrow morning.
"Boss, two rooms." Hearing Song Qingshu's call, the shopkeeper looked up at the two of them, and smiled: "I'm really sorry, there is only one room here now. Why don't you just let it go? "
Madam Hu frowned, and shook her head: "No need, let's go to another inn."
"Ma'am, we are the only inn in this town. Now that the gate of Gusu City is closed, other inns can only be found in neighboring towns hundreds of miles away." The shopkeeper said with a smile.
"Let's look for it." Song Qingshu felt that the shopkeeper's words were not true, and he was a little suspicious.
"Forget it, it's all right here." Mrs. Hu said absent-mindedly.
"Xiao Er, send this lady up first." The shopkeeper held Song Qingshu back and said quietly, "My lord, please stay and let me know if I have something to do."
Seeing that Mrs. Hu had disappeared in the corridor, the shopkeeper spread his hands and smiled: "My lord, the rent is ten taels of silver, thank you."
Song Qingshu's eyes widened: "You are stealing money, it clearly says one tael per room."
The shopkeeper was not angry, and smiled: "My lord, do you really think that there is only one guest room in such a big inn as us? Didn't you see you alone and widows going on the road together, and create opportunities for you? Can you seize it?" It's up to you."
"Is this okay?" Song Qingshu was shocked immediately.
"Hey," the shopkeeper smiled strangely, "Otherwise, do you think that there are so many inns in Jianghu, why there is only one room left when lonely men and widows are lodging? This is our business rule, son, if the money is gone, you can earn more money." , but a beautiful woman is hard to come by."
Song Qingshu was overwhelmed with admiration, and willingly handed over ten taels of silver, "The first person who came up with this marketing strategy is really a genius!"
"What did the shopkeeper tell you just now?" Seeing Song Qingshu returning to the house, Mrs. Hu asked suspiciously. Chapter 18 The Drama of a Room
"What are you laughing at, Uncle?" Mrs. Hu gave him a strange look.
"It's nothing," Song Qingshu didn't have the guts to tell her. He changed the subject and asked, "Sister-in-law, you fought Murong Jingyue before, and he said that you seem to be from the Ancient Tomb Sect?"
"Well, that's right." Mrs. Hu nodded lightly, "When I was young, I met my master by chance. She lived in my house for more than half a year and taught me a lot."
"Sister-in-law, do you know her name, is she Lin Chaoying?" Song Qingshu asked hastily.
Madam Hu shook her head, secretly wondering why my uncle knew so much about the Ancient Tomb Sect, "Lin Chaoying is my patriarch and mother-in-law. I don't know what the name of the master is."
Song Qingshu's face brightened immediately, and he thought that if Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou knew that there was such a senior sister, they didn't know how they would react.
The two of them traveled all the way, and seeing that they were going to Gusu City, seeing that it was getting late, they decided to rest in a small town outside the city for one night, and then go to Yanziwu tomorrow morning.
"Boss, two rooms." Hearing Song Qingshu's call, the shopkeeper looked up at the two of them, and smiled: "I'm really sorry, there is only one room here now. Why don't you just let it go? "
Madam Hu frowned, and shook her head: "No need, let's go to another inn."
"Ma'am, we are the only inn in this town. Now that the gate of Gusu City is closed, other inns can only be found in neighboring towns hundreds of miles away." The shopkeeper said with a smile.
"Let's look for it." Song Qingshu felt that the shopkeeper's words were not true, and he was a little suspicious.
"Forget it, it's all right here." Mrs. Hu said absent-mindedly.
"Xiao Er, send this lady up first." The shopkeeper held Song Qingshu back and said quietly, "My lord, please stay and let me know if I have something to do."
Seeing that Mrs. Hu had disappeared in the corridor, the shopkeeper spread his hands and smiled: "My lord, the rent is ten taels of silver, thank you."
Song Qingshu's eyes widened: "You are stealing money, it clearly says one tael per room."
The shopkeeper was not angry, and smiled: "My lord, do you really think that there is only one guest room in such a big inn as us? Didn't you see you alone and widows going on the road together, and create opportunities for you? Can you seize it?" It's up to you."
"Is this okay?" Song Qingshu was shocked immediately.
"Hey," the shopkeeper smiled strangely, "Otherwise, do you think that there are so many inns in Jianghu, why there is only one room left when lonely men and widows are lodging? This is our business rule, son, if the money is gone, you can earn more money." , but a beautiful woman is hard to come by."
Song Qingshu was overwhelmed with admiration, and willingly handed over ten taels of silver, "The first person who came up with this marketing strategy is really a genius!"
"What did the shopkeeper tell you just now?" Seeing Song Qingshu returning to the house, Mrs. Hu asked suspiciously. Chapter 18 The Drama of a Room
"What are you laughing at, Uncle?" Mrs. Hu gave him a strange look.
"It's nothing," Song Qingshu didn't have the guts to tell her. He changed the subject and asked, "Sister-in-law, you fought Murong Jingyue before, and he said that you seem to be from the Ancient Tomb Sect?"
"Well, that's right." Mrs. Hu nodded lightly, "When I was young, I met my master by chance. She lived in my house for more than half a year and taught me a lot."
"Sister-in-law, do you know her name, is she Lin Chaoying?" Song Qingshu asked hastily.
Madam Hu shook her head, secretly wondering why my uncle knew so much about the Ancient Tomb Sect, "Lin Chaoying is my patriarch and mother-in-law. I don't know what the name of the master is."
Song Qingshu's face brightened immediately, and he thought that if Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou knew that there was such a senior sister, they didn't know how they would react.
The two of them traveled all the way, and seeing that they were going to Gusu City, seeing that it was getting late, they decided to rest in a small town outside the city for one night, and then go to Yanziwu tomorrow morning.
"Boss, two rooms." Hearing Song Qingshu's call, the shopkeeper looked up at the two of them, and smiled: "I'm really sorry, there is only one room here now. Why don't you just let it go? "
Madam Hu frowned, and shook her head: "No need, let's go to another inn."
"Ma'am, we are the only inn in this town. Now that the gate of Gusu City is closed, other inns can only be found in neighboring towns hundreds of miles away." The shopkeeper said with a smile.
"Let's look for it." Song Qingshu felt that the shopkeeper's words were not true, and he was a little suspicious.
"Forget it, it's all right here." Mrs. Hu said absent-mindedly.
"Xiao Er, send this lady up first." The shopkeeper held Song Qingshu back and said quietly, "My lord, please stay and let me know if I have something to do."
Seeing that Mrs. Hu had disappeared in the corridor, the shopkeeper spread his hands and smiled: "My lord, the rent is ten taels of silver, thank you."
Song Qingshu's eyes widened: "You are stealing money, it clearly says one tael per room."
The shopkeeper was not angry, and smiled: "My lord, do you really think that there is only one guest room in such a big inn as us? Didn't you see you alone and widows going on the road together, and create opportunities for you? Can you seize it?" It's up to you."
"Is this okay?" Song Qingshu was shocked immediately.
"Hey," the shopkeeper smiled strangely, "Otherwise, do you think that there are so many inns in Jianghu, why there is only one room left when lonely men and widows are lodging? This is our business rule, son, if the money is gone, you can earn more money." , but a beautiful woman is hard to come by."
Song Qingshu was overwhelmed with admiration, and willingly handed over ten taels of silver, "The first person who came up with this marketing strategy is really a genius!"
"What did the shopkeeper tell you just now?" Seeing Song Qingshu returning to the house, Mrs. Hu asked suspiciously. Chapter 18 The Drama of a Room
"What are you laughing at, Uncle?" Mrs. Hu gave him a strange look.
"It's nothing," Song Qingshu didn't have the guts to tell her. He changed the subject and asked, "Sister-in-law, you fought Murong Jingyue before, and he said that you seem to be from the Ancient Tomb Sect?"
"Well, that's right." Mrs. Hu nodded lightly, "When I was young, I met my master by chance. She lived in my house for more than half a year and taught me a lot."
"Sister-in-law, do you know her name, is she Lin Chaoying?" Song Qingshu asked hastily.
Madam Hu shook her head, secretly wondering why my uncle knew so much about the Ancient Tomb Sect, "Lin Chaoying is my patriarch and mother-in-law. I don't know what the name of the master is."
Song Qingshu's face brightened immediately, and he thought that if Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou knew that there was such a senior sister, they didn't know how they would react.
The two of them traveled all the way, and seeing that they were going to Gusu City, seeing that it was getting late, they decided to rest in a small town outside the city for one night, and then go to Yanziwu tomorrow morning.
"Boss, two rooms." Hearing Song Qingshu's call, the shopkeeper looked up at the two of them, and smiled: "I'm really sorry, there is only one room here now. Why don't you just let it go? "
Madam Hu frowned, and shook her head: "No need, let's go to another inn."
"Ma'am, we are the only inn in this town. Now that the gate of Gusu City is closed, other inns can only be found in neighboring towns hundreds of miles away." The shopkeeper said with a smile.
"Let's look for it." Song Qingshu felt that the shopkeeper's words were not true, and he was a little suspicious.
"Forget it, it's all right here." Mrs. Hu said absent-mindedly.
"Xiao Er, send this lady up first." The shopkeeper held Song Qingshu back and said quietly, "My lord, please stay and let me know if I have something to do."
Seeing that Mrs. Hu had disappeared in the corridor, the shopkeeper spread his hands and smiled: "My lord, the rent is ten taels of silver, thank you."
Song Qingshu's eyes widened: "You are stealing money, it clearly says one tael per room."
The shopkeeper was not angry, and smiled: "My lord, do you really think that there is only one guest room in such a big inn as us? Didn't you see you alone and widows going on the road together, and create opportunities for you? Can you seize it?" It's up to you."
"Is this okay?" Song Qingshu was shocked immediately.
"Hey," the shopkeeper smiled strangely, "Otherwise, do you think that there are so many inns in Jianghu, why there is only one room left when lonely men and widows are lodging? This is our business rule, son, if the money is gone, you can earn more money." , but a beautiful woman is hard to come by."
Song Qingshu was overwhelmed with admiration, and willingly handed over ten taels of silver, "The first person who came up with this marketing strategy is really a genius!"
"What did the shopkeeper tell you just now?" Seeing Song Qingshu returning to the house, Mrs. Hu asked suspiciously.