The person who spoke was a beautiful middle-aged woman. It could be seen that she should be a great beauty when she was young, but beauty has been like a famous general since ancient times, and the world is not allowed to see gray hair.
Time is the most ruthless, even if she dresses up again, the traces of time can still be seen on her face.
Of course, today she is still worthy of being a young lady, and there are still a few words of charm, but her dressing style and speaking tone faintly reveal a hint of frivolity and coquettishness.
Song Qingshu noticed that Shan Yuru was beside her, looking respectful, and was wondering who she was, when he heard Shan Yuru's voice transmission: "My lord, this is my master." .”
Fu Yaohong!
Song Qingshu recalled Shan Yuru's introduction before, and he also vaguely remembered this character in "Broken Void", who seemed to be very good at the art of "female-female-replenishment", and he didn't know how many men had been sucked dry by her.
Huh~
Thinking of this, Song Qingshu felt chills, and thought to stay away from this woman in the future, but it happened that she was not the type he liked, and his taste was not so strong.
Here he has to lament that Shan Yuru is obviously her apprentice, but she is born out of blue. They are both practicing seduction. One behaves enchantingly and unrestrainedly, while the other is pure and natural. She looks innocent like a little girl next door. The charm of the Yin Gui Sect has been cultivated to an unprecedented level.
"Guo Jing's hometown," Hong Qigong pondered for a while, "it seems to be in Niujia Village."
"Which Niujia Village?" Fu Yaohong continued to ask.
"Near Lin'an." Hong Qigong had been there before, so he naturally had an impression.
"Is it next to the Qiantang River?" Fu Yaohong's eyes lit up.
Hong Qigong nodded while remembering: "It seems to be, why, Madam knows my apprentice?"
"I don't know her, I'm just curious," Fu Yaohong covered her mouth and smiled lightly, "Brother, I'm not married yet, what kind of lady do you call me? If you don't mind, just call me sister Yaohong."
"Uh~" Hong Qigong wanted to drink, but almost spit out from coughing.
Song Qingshu smacked his tongue secretly, this Fu Yaohong is really unscrupulous, even an old man like Hong Qigong is going to tease him? Presumably, he should have taken a fancy to his skill, but old man Hong was unable to hold on for a while and made it difficult for him to be safe at the end of the day.
But what he was more curious about was what was the purpose of Fu Yaohong's questioning of Guo Jing's news
"Hmph, you are too young to be my daughter, what kind of girl are you?" Hong Qigong said displeasedly.
"Ouch, old brother, you have such a sweet mouth, you can praise me young in different ways." Fu Yaohong laughed.
Hong Qigong: "..."
When Song Qingshu was unable to complain, Shan Yuru's voice came from next to his ear: "My master is probably not much younger than Hong Qigong, but she is good at... good at maintenance, so she looks younger."
God is so good at maintenance, I am afraid it is good at harvesting-replenishment.
Song Qingshu was really surprised. Although this Fu Yaohong looked like a half-aged lady, she was far from an old woman. Could it be that the Demon Cult's method of harvesting and nourishing is really so magical
"Okay, the old beggar has almost eaten and drank, thank you for the hospitality, and I will leave now." Hong Qigong's straight steel man all his life was made extremely uncomfortable by this woman, and he felt that the leg of lamb in his hand was not so good. It was delicious, and with the side-talk just now, there was no news of Guo Jing here, so he was naturally too lazy to stay any longer.
Brother Ali was furious, thinking that he was soliciting you with good intentions, but you just made a sarcasm, and now you are leaving so quickly, are you really only here for dinner and killing me as a winner
Song Qingshu noticed that Brother Ali raised his hand slightly, and knew that his temperament was very similar to that of the traditional Mongols. He was not as deeply Sinicized as Kublai Khan, and could be as tolerant as a Han king, so he was worried that he would give orders. Besieging Hong Qigong, although Hong Qigong's martial arts are high, there are many masters here, Bi Yejing is only a little weaker than him, Fu Yaohong and Bi Yejing are brothers and sisters, their martial arts are almost the same, and there are other masters taught by Tianming, Coupled with the Mongolian warriors, Hong Qigong might suffer in a real fight.
So he jumped up against the case and shouted sharply: "What is your Excellency's palace, you can come and leave whenever you want?"
Seeing him get up, Brother Ali was surprised, but slowly lowered his raised hand, intending to see the situation before talking.
"Why, do you want me to pay you after dinner?" Hong Qigong touched his patched clothes, and finally spread his hands helplessly, "It's not a coincidence, I'm a beggar, and I don't have anything valuable on me. "
"The Seventh Prince is thirsty for talent, so naturally he won't be as knowledgeable as you, but I can't see it. You can leave if you want, as long as you can beat my knife." Song Qingshu drew the Shuiyue knife out of its sheath, a burst The cold wind enveloped the entire hall, and in his words, Brother Ali was lifted
With such a high score, the other party will not regret it in front of so many people later.
Brother Ali smiled half-smile, but he didn't stop him. He usually likes to ride horses and hunt, and he prefers to watch masters fight, and his eyes couldn't help but ignite a flame of excitement.
The reactions of other people around are also different, some people are just watching the show, some people who are more advanced in the city secretly despise, think that Shuiyue Dazong is really a despicable person, so he will find an opportunity to show his favor to Brother Ali, which is quite appropriate The only thing is to vote for a certificate.
"What a knife!" Hong Qigong said with his hands on his hips, laughing with his stomach shy, "But I've been a beggar for so many years, and I've never been afraid of anyone in a fight except for the lack of good food. It's a good time to see the magic of your Japanese Ninjutsu."
"Why do you need ninjutsu to deal with you?" Song Qingshu snorted coldly, his whole body was rushing like riding against the wind, and in an instant he was in front of Hong Qigong.
Hong Qigong was also a little surprised by his speed, he hastily slapped his blade with one palm, and with the other palm, Long Zaitian took the opportunity to counterattack.
Song Qingshu's stature is a bit smaller, and his whole body is like a feather. With the help of the opponent's palm wind, he floated to the other side, causing everyone on the field to exclaim. The attainment of martial arts is really high, and one moment he is as powerful as a galloping horse, and the next moment he is as light as a feather.
Having fought against Shuiyue Dazong many times, Song Qingshu knew his martial arts very well. It was difficult to imitate his erratic and fleeting steps, but it happened that he was good at lightness kung fu, so imitating it was naturally more effective.
In addition, the Shuiyue Knife is indeed a rare and precious knife, and when it is used, the aura of the knife is overwhelming, and everyone in the room feels a chill.
Both of them were very fast, and they exchanged more than a dozen moves in a blink of an eye. Although Song Qingshu could imitate it, Hong Qigong naturally suffered a bit from the sword with his fleshy palm, and soon fell into the disadvantage. The green bamboo sticks, dotted with green shadows, instantly turned from defense to offense.
"The dog-beating stick technique is indeed exquisite. It seems that Shuiyue Dazong is a bit difficult." Bi Yejing stood next to Brother Ali and explained. I am afraid that he is the one who wants Hong Qigong to lose the most in the field. He just played against Hong Qigong. palm, on the surface it was a tie, but he knew that he was still a little behind. Now that Shuiyue Dazong forced the opponent to use a weapon, he felt that he had won by a point, but this could also be attributed to the strength of the weapon, but If he really let him defeat Hong Qigong, where would he save his face