Song Qingshu was worried that she really had something wrong with drinking, so he sat next to her, held her hand under the cover of the table, and lost a gentle internal force.
Yang Miaozhen was stunned, and suddenly heard his voice transmitted into the secret: "Don't resist, let the true energy flow naturally in the body."
Yang Miaozhen nodded slightly, let go of her defenses completely, and let the opponent's true energy wander in her body.
Song Qingshu was a little surprised. I thought she would subconsciously take precautions, but who knew that she believed in herself so much? You must know that the masters in the world almost never let other people's internal energy into their bodies. Attacks and serious injuries are all minor, and they will be killed on the spot in eight to nine out of ten cases.
Yang Miaozhen only felt a wave of warm air swimming in her body, and suddenly her fingertips felt cold, she looked down and found crystal clear water droplets flowing out of her fingertips.
She was dazed for a moment before realizing that it was the other party who helped her force the wine out of her body, she couldn't help secretly marveling, she had heard that the Dali Liumai Sword had such a skill of forcing wine before, but she didn't expect him to be able to do it.
As a top expert, she also understands that as long as she follows the picture and find out the right way, she can develop sword energy. I thought to myself that the other party actually unreservedly showed the route of true qi movement in his body, did he completely regard me as his own
Thinking of this, she, who has always been tough and generous, couldn't help but burn her face. Fortunately, she was drunk at this time, and she was not afraid of being seen by others.
The wine he drank could be forced out of his body, so Yang Miaozhen didn't have any scruples, and quickly drank the generals in the field tottering, seeing that few of the others were sober, Yang Miaozhen suddenly bumped the man beside him with his shoulder: "It's almost time, let's go?"
"Where are you going?" Song Qingshu asked.
Yang Miaozhen turned around and looked at him with a half-smile, "I found that you look like a gentleman on the surface, but you are really bad behind the scenes."
Song Qingshu had black lines on his face: "Just now I forced you to drink for you, but now you're talking about me like that, it's too much to tear down the bridge."
Yang Miaozhen opened her almond-shaped eyes: "You still have the nerve to say that there is such a method to keep you from getting drunk, but you insist on pretending to be drunk. If I hadn't been deceived by you, how could I run away foolishly?" Come to hold you back?"
"Isn't it just for the atmosphere?" Song Qingshu looked around at the people lying on the floor, "If they knew from the beginning that I was not drunk, what's the point of drinking?"
"Yes, yes, you want to win people's hearts, but I almost made a fool of myself." Yang Miaozhen thought that she almost made a fool of herself, and suddenly felt a little itchy teeth.
Song Qingshu shook her hand with a smile: "If you don't, how would you know that you care about me so much, I'm afraid I'll drink too much."
"It's bad enough if you don't drink." Yang Miaozhen rolled her eyes, she was a little less angry, and a little more charming, "You know where I'm calling you, but you want me to tell you again."
Song Qingshu looked at her snow-white skin that had now turned pale pink due to drinking, and became more and more charming: "I just want to hear that the goddess in the hearts of all the men in the Red Coat Army invited me personally."
Yang Miaozhen's eyes showed a hint of joking: "Why didn't you invite me to your tent?"
Song Qingshu took a breath, his camp was arranged with Zhou Zhiruo, if he brought other women in, it would not be a Shura camp.
"It scares you." Yang Miaozhen giggled, stretched out her hand and hooked her fingers at him, "Go to my room, I don't want to be in the wild with you anymore, it always feels weird."
Song Qingshu's heart was pounding, thinking that whoever said she was a tigress, who said she was a rouge horse, is obviously a provocative vixen!
The two came to her camp one after the other. Yang Miaozhen waved her hand and signaled the guards to go further away. These guards were all female soldiers trained by her, and it was more convenient for them to take care of them than male soldiers on weekdays.
Seeing that the master brought back a man for the first time, each one's eyes were bigger than a cow's. Someone recognized Song Qingshu's identity, and each of them couldn't help but have strange eyes.
"Whatever you look at, go to the outside to guard, and don't allow anyone to approach, I have something important to discuss with the Golden Snake King." Yang Miaozhen said with a red face.
"Yes!" A group of female soldiers dispersed, each of them thinking that you are lying to a ghost, and brought a man back in the middle of the night, both of them were drunk, and the flames in their eyes almost wanted to swallow each other...
But they complained about it, but they were happy for her in their hearts, thinking that she and the new owner got on good terms, and she would have a good home in the future.
Let's say that Song Qingshu and Yang Miaozhen entered the camp, glanced at each other, and hugged each other suddenly without saying a word, only the two of them were breathing heavily in the room.
After parting his lips for a long time, Song Qingshu bit her ear and said dryly: "I want to be like that just now." The pose when the two of them competed just now came to mind, and I felt that my whole body was about to explode.
Yang Miaozhen lifted her right leg, and put her round and straight long leg on his shoulder, her almond eyes became watery, and she smiled foolishly: "Is that so?"
Song Qingshu couldn't bear it any longer, he rushed forward with a roar.
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"The subordinate who had a crush on you just now asked me to be gentle with you."
"Bah, don't listen to him."
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I don't know how long it took before Song Qingshu got off the bed with sloppy footsteps, secretly rejoicing: Fortunately, I protect my body with magical powers, otherwise I didn't lose in the competition arena, but lost on the bed instead, it would be a shame.
While getting dressed, he turned around and asked, "Are you sure you don't want to watch their martial arts competition?"
Yang Miaozhen was lying under the quilt, only her messy long hair and snow-white shoulders with many red marks were exposed, and said weakly: "I don't want to move a finger now, you can go by yourself."
Hearing her words, Song Qingshu felt complacent for no reason: "Last time, you can say that it was your first time, so there is no excuse this time, right?"
Yang Miaozhen grabbed the pillow beside her and threw it over: "I drank too much wine today, I will try again next time when I have a chance."
Song Qingshu walked out of the big tent proudly, and sighed with a look of being overwhelmed: "No matter how many times you compare, you will lose. Hey, you can't find an opponent in your life. It's lonely and embarrassing."
Yang Miaozhen hated her in bed, but she sighed after a long time, she didn't expect that she couldn't beat him in a martial arts competition, and she was no match for him in another battlefield. In the end, she could only do her best, but his physical strength seemed to be infinite. endless general...
Let’s say that Song Qingshu came to a valley a few miles away from the camp, a girl in a yellow skirt stood on a tree, and a girl in a white skirt stood on top of another tree a few meters away. Standing on the twigs at the top of the tree, his body didn't move a single bit, only his clothes fluttered in the cold wind.
The two women were already graceful, but now the faint moonlight shines through the dresses of the two women, casting a layer of holy halo on them, like a fairy in the sky.
"You're late." The two women turned their heads to see him, and said in unison, and frowned when they heard each other's words.
Song Qingshu shrank back with some guilt, and smiled embarrassingly: "Just now I drank too much with those people over there."
"Where is Fourth Lady?" The yellow-shirted woman looked at him and asked suspiciously.
Song Qing wrote without any red heart, and said: "The group of men saw her beautiful, and tried to persuade her to drink like crazy. She got drunk and went back to rest."
"Drunk?" A look of worry flashed across the eyes of the woman in yellow, "Don't let others take advantage of you."
"Don't worry, I've already sent her back to the camp. It's okay to have her personal guards." Song Qingshu thought to himself, would I take advantage of her
Zhou Zhiruo snorted, "No wonder you're late."
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, he really couldn't explain this.
Zhou Zhiruo obviously just said casually, and her attention quickly returned to the woman in yellow shirt: "Will you still fight? Are you worried that if Yang Miaozhen doesn't come, Qingshu will be the referee and be unfair?"
The girl in yellow took a look at Song Qingshu, smiled slightly and said, "That's not true. I can still trust Mr. Song's character."
Seeing her looking at her husband softly, as if there was something else in her eyes, Zhou Zhiruo snorted coldly: "If that's the case, let's start."
The goddess in the yellow shirt looked solemn: "Please."
As soon as the words fell, suddenly there was a blue shadow flashing, and a long whip hit him head-on. The woman in yellow hurriedly jumped back to avoid it, the top of the tree where she was staying before had been shattered by the long whip.
The woman in the yellow shirt also secretly felt angry, thinking that since you are merciless, you can't blame me. Anyway, Song Qingshu is here, and with his martial arts, even if we have any troubles, he should be able to resolve them.
Thoughts flashed for a while, the opponent's long whip was making rapid and incoherent moves, which was exactly the white python whip technique in the Nine Yin Manual.
The woman in the yellow shirt quickly retreated to the side, but Zhou Zhiruo's whip technique was incomparably miraculous, she had already surrounded her in three moves, and said coldly: "I'll take your life at this time, sorry for your dissatisfaction. Take the weapon!"
The woman in the yellow shirt smiled slightly: "Why do you need a weapon to deal with you?" After finishing speaking, her whole body suddenly became as soft as noodles, and she escaped from the opponent's shackles with a twist.
"Shrinking the tendons and shrinking the bones!"
Song Qingshu also knows the "Nine Yin Manual", so he can naturally recognize the kung fu in it, but at this time, the picture of the woman in yellow shirt twisting just now appeared in his mind, with a strange expression on his face: even the breasts can be shrunk at once. it's terrible...
Zhou Zhiruo didn't expect her to escape from the prison so easily, but her long whip had already been cultivated to the point where she could use her arm. With a flick of her wrist, the soft whip trembled like a snake, and went straight to Huang Shinu's chest.
Although Song Qingshu knew that the girl in yellow was able to avoid it, he still gasped, thinking that if he was really knocked down, it would be a bit violent.
The woman in yellow shirt dodged the blow of the long whip like a butterfly like a butterfly, but the soft whip turned around halfway and hit her on the back.
But the woman in the yellow shirt seemed to have expected it, she stretched out her hand and grabbed the opponent's long whip, she was familiar with the Nine Yin Scriptures, and naturally knew all the changes of the white python's whip method by heart, she planned to take advantage of the situation to pull the opponent Come over and attack within a few feet of her.
It's just that when she grabbed the long whip, her face changed, and she hurriedly let go of the long whip. Looking at the red mark on her palm, she was shocked: "The last time I fought against her in the Lion Slaying Conference, she learned the crash method, which is even more serious. Moves, so the internal strength is inherently insufficient, but I didn't expect that the internal strength has increased to such a degree now."