Hearing the desolation in Jiumozhi's tone, Song Qingshu was really worried that this friend would be devastated, and comforted him: "Master Ming, don't be too discouraged, this is not a little girl, but the lord of Vulture Palace in Misty Peak, known as Tianshan Child Elder who doesn't need a second move to kill, there is no shame in losing to her."
"Tianshan Child Elder?" Jiumozhi was taken aback, he had faintly heard the name of this senior, but looking at this little girl who was only about ten years old in front of him, it was really difficult to connect the two together.
"Hmph~" Tianshan Child Elder didn't like being scrutinized like this, so she turned around directly, leaving him with a haughty back.
Song Qingshu continued: "Because of the information asymmetry, you, King Ming, had a disdainful attitude at the beginning. It is useless to use housekeeping skills to make a move. If you use a flame knife, it is still unknown who will die."
His words are not flattery, the reason why Jiumozhi lost to Xu Zhu in the original book is also because he went to Shaolin to use seventy-two stunts to hit Shaolin Temple in the face, but Xu Zhu also knows the little non-phase kung fu, and he has cultivated it very well He is still more complete than him, so the fake seventy-two stunts he activated with his little Wuxiang Kung Fu were suppressed everywhere, and when he was forced to use his own kung fu, one hand was caught by Xu Zhu and he couldn't break free It just so happened that the Flaming Saber needs both hands to use, which greatly reduced his overall ability, so he was defeated by Xu Zhu. If it was a real life-and-death struggle, Xu Zhu would have died long ago with no actual combat experience.
Hearing what he said, the frustration on Jiumozhi's face subsided a bit, knowing that he was deliberately saving face for himself, he couldn't help feeling grateful.
At this time Tianshan Child Elder couldn't help snorting: "If I didn't recover only 60% or 70% of my skill, how could it take so many moves to control him."
Song Qingshu smiled slightly, obviously her skills had recovered by 70% or 80% now, but she knew that she was arrogant, so she didn't argue with her. Considering the peak strength of the two of them comprehensively, even if Jiumozhi uses the flame knife, he may not be able to take advantage of it, but it will not be so easy for Tianshan Child Elder to win.
Jiumozhi was originally a martial idiot, he folded his palms together and saluted: "Then wait for senior to recover his full strength, then ask senior for advice."
Hearing his respectful tone, Tianshan Child Elder was somewhat benefited.
Seeing that it was almost time to rest, Song Qingshu called everyone to go on the road together. Knowing the identity of Tianshan Child Elder, Jiumozhi regained his fighting spirit and volunteered to go with them.
Along the way, Jiumozhi kept asking Tianshan Child Elder some martial arts questions. Although Tianshan Child Elder was very troublesome, she suffered too much aggrieved by Song Qingshu during this period, so she enjoyed the feeling of being a senior. So I still patiently answered questions with him.
The group of people drove for a long time, Li Qinglu suddenly said: "Meng Lang, can you take a rest for a while, of course it doesn't matter if we can travel like this, but Yuyan is weak and weak, I'm afraid she can't bear this kind of bumpy riding." Although she I have never met this cheap cousin before, but the two look somewhat similar, and after all, there is also a trace of blood relationship, so I can't help but feel a little caring.
Song Qingshu glanced back, and sure enough, seeing Wang Yuyan's haggard and perplexed expression, he must have been struggling all the way, so he nodded and said, "Okay, there happens to be a market in front, let's settle down there." It's not too far away from Zhonggu Mountain in Zhouzhou, so there's no need to hurry like before.
Soon the group found an inn. When they got off the horse, Wang Yuyan groaned and almost fell down. Fortunately, Li Qinglu who was beside her supported her: "What's wrong with you?"
"No...it's nothing." Wang Yuyan clutched her inner thigh, her face turned red, how dare she say that she was injured there in front of another man.
It's just that an old driver like Song Qingshu can't understand what's going on. It doesn't matter if Li Qiushui and Tianshan Child Elder have high martial arts skills. Jiumozhi also lived and lived in the open and trekked mountains and rivers. Li Qinglu grew up in Xixia and often rode horses. Only Wang Yuyan Although it is not true that Miss Qianjin, who does not go out of the door, has never ridden a horse, she must have never ridden such a long distance. Not surprisingly, her delicate thighs have already been worn out, so she naturally seems to have some mobility problems.
Song Qingshu suddenly thought of some girls who used to be popular on the Internet in the past, claiming that when they were young, they accidentally broke the film when riding a bicycle. Compared with a bicycle, the saddle is harder and bumpier, so it will not be easier...
"Bah, bah, that's too wretched, what's going on in my head." Song Qingshu despised himself a little.
"Brother Song, what are you doing?" Wang Yuyan happened to pass by him at this time, and seeing him talking to himself, she couldn't help asking curiously. She and Song Qingshu have known each other for a long time. After helping herself several times, the two of them are considered old acquaintances, and this "big brother" is also quite smooth, but calling her brother-in-law makes her feel weird.
"It's nothing." Song Qingshu blushed, "Let's go inside and have a rest."
The owner of the hotel saw that the man was handsome and handsome, the woman was unparalleled in beauty, and there were more than a dozen tall horses in the group, so he naturally knew that there were big customers coming, so he immediately ordered Xiaoer to lead the horses to the stables to feed them with good fodder, and then greeted them personally. Go in and sit in a private seat by the window.
"What does King Ming like to eat?" Song Qingshu can order dishes for the other women, but Jiumozhi is a monk after all, so I don't know what taboos he has on his diet.
"One plate of green vegetables and two steamed buns are enough." Jiumozhi folded his palms together and smiled, which seemed like Venerable Kasyapa smiling while holding a flower.
Seeing that his tone was normal, Song Qingshu couldn't help secretly admiring him. You must know that he is a person of Tantric Buddhism, and he is not as taboo as Zen Buddhism in the Central Plains. He still keeps fast. From many aspects, he is indeed a respectable person A monk who has attained enlightenment.
"Give this master a few exquisite vegetarian dishes, and make a pot of good tea." Naturally, Song Qingshu couldn't let him really eat steamed buns with vegetables.
Jiumozhi nodded slightly: "Thank you Brother Song." He didn't pretend to refuse, it can be seen that apart from his obsession with martial arts, his state of mind has been cultivated to a state where the ancient well is calm.
At this time, another group of people entered the inn, and Xiaoer next to him couldn't help but wondered: "What day is it today, and I met so many masters."
Song Qingshu and his group looked over curiously. At this moment, a surprised voice suddenly sounded at the door: "Miss Wang!" Then a figure like smoke and mist rushed towards Wang Yuyan.
Jiumozhi frowned. In his opinion, Wang Yuyan and Song Qingshu were very close. They might be future siblings. How could it be possible for other men to approach him? With a flick of his hand, a flaming knife slashed at the figure.
I saw the figure twisting at an inconceivable angle, narrowly dodging the knife again, but this time, changing its figure, it couldn't stop the charge, and directly ran into Wang Yuyan: "Miss Wang, hurry up!" Step aside!"
But Wang Yuyan doesn't know martial arts, how can she avoid it
"Lingbo microsteps?" Fortunately, Li Qiushui was sitting next to Wang Yuyan. Seeing the figure's steps, she couldn't help frowning, and flicked her sleeves to a certain place in the void. The previous wall fell to the ground with a common sound.