Song Qingshu hurried over to take her place, and gently placed his palm on Huang Chang's back, losing his true energy continuously.
His internal strength was much higher than that of the girl in the yellow shirt. Huang Chang quickly opened his eyes and said weakly, "I'm dead, so you don't need to waste your energy, not to mention that you are also seriously injured."
Song Qingshu felt a little apologetic: "I'm late, otherwise..."
Huang Chang waved his hand slightly to stop him from continuing: "You don't have to blame yourself. As the saying goes, the way of heaven is permanent. It doesn't exist for Yao and doesn't perish for Jie. If you and I change places, I will make the same choice as you .”
Song Qingshu was silent. He had to find helpers everywhere on the way, so he was a little tight on time, but no matter how tight the time was, it would not happen at such a coincidental time. It would not be impossible to go up the mountain earlier.
It's just that in that way, he can't be a fisherman, maybe he can become a snipe and clam instead, and he has to be responsible for the safety of himself and his men, so if he does it again, he will probably make the same choice.
Huang Chang obviously saw through all this, but he understood it very well. This kind of understanding is not polite, because he originally cultivated the way of nature, and his style of doing things does not have so many rules and regulations. As long as he can achieve his goal, he can use any means, so He also approved Song Qingshu's approach from the bottom of his heart.
In the final analysis, it was a miscalculation this time. I didn't expect King Yi and Jia Sidao to join forces to find so many great masters. Otherwise, the cultivation base of him and the wine monk would be enough to suppress the audience.
Now that he lost because he didn't expect all of this, of course he can afford to lose.
"I had a premonition that my birthday was approaching, so I don't have too many regrets now." Huang Chang looked calmly, looking at the woman in yellow beside him, "It's just that my apprentice has a hard life. He was originally a golden branch and jade leaf, but he is very small. At that time, she was captured and taken as a slave by the Jinren, thanks to me passing by and saving her."
The woman in the yellow shirt choked with sobs: "Master's great kindness and virtue will always be remembered in Yingluo's heart."
Huang Chang smiled and said to Song Qingshu: "Her status is embarrassing. Without my care in the future, it may not be easy to survive in Lin'an City. Since you are friends, help take care of her..."
At this point, he suddenly closed his mouth, because he realized that the word "care" has many meanings, as if he entrusted her life to the other party, so he immediately changed his mouth: "Although she has studied "Nine Yin Zhen "Sutra", but did not comprehend the true essence, since you also know "Nine Yin Manual", and you are her friend, then please give her more advice in the future."
In the past, Huang Chang's family members were all killed by the people of the Ming Cult. He focused on revenge and practiced martial arts, and did not continue his strings. Later, when he achieved great martial arts, he became older, and he didn't have that kind of thought. Therefore, he was lonely all his life and had no heirs. Although Huang Shinu is his apprentice in name, he loves her as his granddaughter in his heart.
I learned that she and Song Qingshu were ambiguous before, but Huang Chang was so angry that there was always a feeling that the Chinese cabbage that had been planted so hard was being pushed by a pig. It’s fine if it’s someone else, handsome at a young age and good at martial arts, but Song Qingshu is a greedy and lustful person, not to mention the rumors in the world, the key is that he saw the other party sneaking into the harem and flirting with concubines, so Is the person who loves you a good match
Huang Shang regarded Huang Shinu as his own granddaughter, so he naturally didn't want her to go into this muddy water, so he changed his words in time, from taking care of her to teaching martial arts. Leaving aside Song's character, martial arts are first-class. With his advice, Huang Shannu is at least at the level of a master. Maybe she will have a chance to see the threshold of a great master. When the world is so big, who can bully her? she
"Senior, don't worry, I will try my best." Song Qingshu replied solemnly.
"There are officials..." Huang Chang glanced at Zhao Gou in the distance, and noticed that his eyes staring at Song Qingshu's back were somewhat resentful, he hesitated and swallowed the rest of the words, "Forget it, there is nothing else, you guys Well done for myself...”
After finishing speaking, the look in the eyes gradually disappeared. Before the others could react, the wine fighting monk and the floor sweeping monk put their hands together: "Amitabha~"
The girl in yellow finally realized that her master had passed away, and resisting the tears in her eyes, she suddenly grabbed the long sword on the ground and stabbed at the sweeping monk beside her.
At this moment, Li Qingluo, who was guarding the floor sweeping monk, swung the long sword in her hand with the effort of brushing her acupuncture point with her cold sleeves, and said with a frown, "Why are you crazy!"
The woman in the yellow shirt pointed at the sweeping monk and said angrily: "Master obviously died under his sneak attack, but at this moment, Amitabha comes here!"
Li Qingluo snorted: "On the battlefield, the outcome depends on the individual's ability, so it's no wonder my uncle." Because she knew the origin of the sweeping monk and the Xiaoyao faction, she had to protect each other no matter what.
Song Qingshu was in a dilemma, he couldn't help anyone at this time, and couldn't help feeling dizzy.
Fortunately, at this time, the drinking monk said: "Yingluo, this is a matter between our great masters. The other party has the hatred of the country and the family, so there is nothing wrong with what he did before."
"But..." The woman in the yellow shirt wanted to say more, but the wine monk shook his head and said, "When your master was dying, did you ask you to avenge him?"
"That's not true..." The woman in the yellow shirt bit her lips, "But it's because the master is pity for the apprentice and doesn't want me to take risks."
Fighting wine monk said seriously: "In this case, are you worthy of his painstaking efforts to take risks? One thought will become a demon, and one thought will become a Buddha. Think twice." He has a special status. He is both an eminent monk of Shaolin and an elder of the Xiaoyao Sect. These two sects are full of masters. If you kill him, the masters of these two sects will come to you endlessly in the future to avenge you, let alone someone protecting you now. , you can’t kill him at all. Anyway, he is seriously injured, and he is going to die soon, so why not let him live for two more days?”
After hearing his explanation, the girl in yellow was relieved, and said apologetically, "Thank you, senior, for your explanation."
Fighting wine monk nodded, got up and saluted Zhao Gou: "Officials, I have fulfilled my previous promise, and I have also repaid the favor of the emperors of the Song Dynasty to our family. Now that the matter is over, I will leave here. "
"Master, you can't leave me behind." Zhao Gou was in a hurry. Now that all the guards around him were dead, and the last one of his own was going to leave, how could he not panic.
Fighting wine monk shook his head: "I am now a useless person, and it is useless to stay. Now that I have repaid the past karma, it is time to fulfill my old wish."
After speaking, regardless of Zhao Gou's repeated attempts to persuade him to stay, his hunched and thin figure gradually disappeared into the mountain road, and his singing voice faintly came from the air:
When is the porridge going to eat? It's hard to heal a leather bag. This kind of body is so ignorant, it only reaches the abdomen when it enters the throat, and it is hungry again in a blink of an eye.
Only the monk didn't care, and he had to drink three cups slowly. In winter, summer clothes are still hung. Although the shape is ugly, the heart is not lost...
The sweeping monk on the side showed a strange expression: "Amitabha, this state of mind and Buddhist attainments are far superior to mine."
Li Qingluo beside her frowned and said, "Why am I so vulgar when I hear the lyrics?"
The sweeping monk smiled slightly, did not explain, and sighed after a long time: "It's over here, and it's time for me to leave."
Li Qingluo hurriedly said: "Master, I'll see you off."
The sweeping monk shook his head: "No need, if this stinky skin dies by the side of the road, he deserves what he deserves."
"But..." Li Qingluo wanted to say more, but the sweeping monk had already walked in front of Song Qingshu: "Benefactor Song, do you want to stop me?"
Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head: "Back then, thanks to senior's guidance in the Sutra Pavilion, I was able to indirectly have what I am today. How could I embarrass senior?"
"The cause of the past, the result of today..." the sweeping monk sighed endlessly, "Don't worry, Donor Song, I will not reveal anything about today's events."
Seeing his leaving figure, Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing, why did the sweeping monk make me look like I was going to kill the king and seize the throne? But he is also a little strange, the other party's breath... It seems that the injury is not as serious as imagined, but the back of the heart is hit by the great master with all his strength, how can he save his life
Song Qingshu was puzzled, when he suddenly heard Zhao Gou yell, "Yingluo, punish Wang Haofeng, the rebellious official and traitor for me." It turned out that he saw the wine-fighting monk and the floor-sweeping monk leaving one after another, and was worried that Wang Chongyang would also be let go, so Shout out ahead of time.
It's just that he has no one available now, only Huang Shannu is considered to be his brother and sister, and should be on the same front.
The girl in yellow frowned when she heard the words. Unlike the sweeping monk, the master was not injured by Wang Chongyang after all, and he and the master were good friends, and occasionally appeared in Jianshan Academy. Back then, he once instructed her to deal with serious injuries. He made a move, but he couldn't bear to be cruel.
"Official, he was seriously injured, and he has few months to live." The woman in yellow had no choice but to reply.
"Creating chaos, how can he die so cheaply? What's more, he will live for a few more months?" Zhao Gou's face was a little distorted. If it was normal, he would never lose his composure, but this time he felt that the plan was perfect. In the end, he fell short, and then he was completely useless, and his defense was finally defeated, so now he seems a little hysterical, "Why don't you go soon?"
The girl in yellow was reluctant, but she didn't want to refute the emperor's face in public, so she stood there with a embarrassed face.
Wang Chongyang laughed: "Forget it, Chongyang has never been weaker than others all his life, even Jia Sidao didn't want to die in the hands of others, how could I die in the hands of a fool like you."
After speaking, he stretched out his finger to touch his dead point, he is a master of Yang finger, if this finger hits it, it will be unlucky.
Song Qingshu was shocked, not to mention that the two had a friendship, but that the other party's character and aspirations were very angry with him, how could he be let down like this
Just as they were about to save each other, a white shadow suddenly flashed past, and with a flick of the wrist, it directly blocked Wang Chongyang's fingers.
People around were startled. Although Wang Chongyang was seriously injured, he was a great master after all. Who could stop this move without warning so easily
Looking quickly, I saw a man in white shirt standing beside Wang Chongyang holding his wrist. His figure was slender and graceful. She was obviously a woman. Her skirt was fluttering in the breeze, and she seemed to be in her forties. She is very beautiful, but her eyebrows are drawn into her temples, and there is a murderous look in the corners of her eyes.
The white-clothed man sneered again and again, although his voice was sweet, the meaning in his words was full of ridicule: "You have a temperament that wants to save face and suffer, I didn't expect that you can't change it even when you are dying."