Song Qingshu's expression changed, and he looked back, only to see a beautiful woman as clear as glass holding a long whip, standing not far away and looking at him vigilantly.
"Bingxueer?" Seeing the woman's appearance clearly, Song Qingshu was overjoyed. Back then, when his meridians were cut off and he was living in the rivers and lakes, he was in danger. Fortunately, Bingxueer took care of him all the way. Not only did he help him avoid the dangers in the rivers and lakes, but he finally succeeded in obtaining "Spiritual Photo" She has contributed a lot to renewing the meridians in the Sutra.
Song Qingshu's attitude towards Bingxue'er is very complicated. On the one hand, she is considered to be the wife of his righteous brother, and on the other hand, in the desperate situation at the beginning, such a sister like a fairy concubine suddenly appeared and helped her gently. He will never forget it in his life.
"Mr. Murong, are you alright?" Song Qingshu was wearing a mask, Bing Xue'er didn't recognize it, but looked at Murong Fu worriedly.
"I'm fine, Mrs. Hu be careful, this masked man's martial arts are really incredible, don't be careless." Murong Fu felt relieved when he saw Mrs. Hu, and quickly reminded.
"Who are you, and why are you acting so sneaky?" Mrs. Hu nodded slightly, then looked at Song Qingshu vigilantly.
Song Qingshu suddenly felt that the situation was a bit embarrassing at this time. If he took off his mask and recognized each other at this time, what would Murong Fu think? After all, the appearance he showed just now was completely in the posture of taking Murong Fu's life.
Before he had time to react, Murong Fu had already attacked. Although the long sword was lost, Gusu Murong Botong Baijia was no joke, and his punches and kicks still had the style of everyone.
In order to cooperate with Murong Fu, Bingxue'er swung her long whip at the same time, attacking Song Qingshu.
Although Song Qingshu had countless questions in his mind at this time, such as why Bingxue'er and Murong Fu got together, and why Ping Yizhi wanted to kill Murong Fu... He couldn't help thinking about this situation, so he had to cheer up and deal with it.
"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?" It didn't take long for Murong Fu to recognize Song Qingshu's moves. He was shocked and angry, "What's your relationship with Xiangyang Guo Jing?"
There are only three people in the world who are good at using Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and Qiao Feng's figure is so familiar with Murong Fu that he knows that the person in front of him is not Qiao Feng. Hong Qigong is getting old, and he doesn't fit in. The only one left is Xiangyang Guo Jing, but Guo Jing should guard Xiangyang in theory, and with Guo Jing's heroic name, he should not be able to do such a thing of hiding his whereabouts, so only his disciples such as.
"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is not a rare martial art." Song Qingshu smiled lightly, "Then please Mr. Murong comment on my martial arts."
As soon as the words fell, Song Qingshu changed the simple and fierce moves of the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, and used the most ordinary fists and feet to attack with a single eye.
Murong Fu clearly recognizes every move and style, and has a way to break it in his heart, but his palms always miss by a tiny bit, and the opponent hits him first.
"Taizu long fist?" Murong Fu was startled and angry.
"That's right. I heard that Qiao Feng defeated all the heroes in the world with the most common Taizu Changquan in the battle of Juxian Village in the past. I admire him very much, so I have the courage to try it. I hope that Mr. Murong will not mind." Song Qingshu replied.
Murong Fu's handsome face was swollen and blue, but his majestic Nan Murong was beaten to the point of being powerless by the most common Taizu's long punch.
"Young Master Murong, stay calm, he is just deliberately disturbing your mind." Bing Xueer hastily reminded.
Murong Fu finally came to his senses, but it was too late, Song Qingshu took advantage of his turmoil, sneaked into the middle palace, and hit his acupoints all at once.
Song Qingshu secretly called it a fluke, it would not be difficult for him to defeat Murong Fu, but it is absolutely impossible to restrain him in such a short time. Thinking that Zhao Min's life and death were still uncertain at Ping Yizhi, he didn't have so much time to fight Murong Fu slowly, so he had to take advantage of Murong Fu's weak mind and restrain him as soon as possible.
The long whip came through the air, Song Qingshu hurriedly dodged aside, Bingxue'er frowned slightly, a long whip danced like a silver snake, the head of the whip was elusive, Song Qingshu was also forced to panic in a hurry.
"I didn't expect her to practice the white python whip technique so proficiently. I'm afraid she's even better than Zhou Zhiruo." Song Qingshu dodged while thinking.
It turns out that Bingxue'er, as a descendant of the Ancient Tomb Sect, is best at soft and slender weapons like silver bells and golden locks. On that day, she was taught the white python whip technique by Song Qingshu.
In terms of whipping only, I'm afraid even Song Qingshu is not her opponent. This involves a question of compatibility of martial arts. For example, the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon is the most suitable martial art for Xiao Feng, and the Nine Yin White Bone Claw is the most suitable martial art for Zhou Zhiruo. Similarly, the White Python Whip is the most suitable for Bingxue'er.
However, Song Qingshu is very familiar with the white python whip technique after all, he can always subtly defuse the opponent's fierce attack every time, and relying on his profound skills, he gradually ran out of the ruined temple with Bingxue'er wrapped in his arms.
Bingxue'er saw that her attacks were deflected skillfully one by one by him, and the color in her beautiful eyes became more and more intense. Seeing Song Qingshu's palm strike, she suddenly changed her normal posture, gave up all resistance, and just looked at her quietly like that.
Song Qingshu was startled, and quickly turned his palm aside, hitting a stone beside him, causing dust to fly up immediately.
Bingxue'er was agitated and asked tremblingly, "Uncle, is that you?"
Song Qingshu took off the mask, smiled wryly and said, "I didn't expect to be able to hide it from my sister-in-law even if I put on the mask."
"It's really you?" Seeing Song Qingshu's appearance, Bingxue'er was pleasantly surprised, "Aren't I dreaming?"
"You read that right, it is indeed me." Song Qingshu stepped forward and looked at her quietly.
Bingxue'er tremblingly stretched out her hand and touched his cheek: "I heard Kangxi announced to the world not long ago, I thought you..." It turned out that Bingxueer had been chasing Murong Jingyue all over the world before, and she didn't know about it immediately. Something happened to Song Qingshu. When she heard the news recently and was planning to go to Yanjing City to find out what happened, she happened to meet Murong Fu, who claimed to have found Murong Jingyue's trace, so the two appeared in Kaifeng together.
Song Qingshu held the smooth and clean catkin on his face, only felt a icy cold feeling on the skin, and was amazed in his heart: the skin is extremely cold, could this be the martial talent of the descendants of the Ancient Tomb Sect
"Sister-in-law, I'm not dead. That's just an excuse Kangxi used to deceive the world. It's a long story. I'll explain it to you slowly in the future."
Although the matter of replacing Kangxi is of great importance, Song Qingshu doesn't mind telling Bingxueer that in his heart, Bingxueer is a special existence. Bingxue'er will not hurt him either.
The reason why I don't tell her now is because the time is urgent now, and I can't explain it clearly for a while, so I have to wait until the crisis is over before I can explain it in detail.
After the initial surprise, Bingxueer realized that her hand was pinched by Song Qingshu, a blush rose on her ice-like skin, and she said lightly, "Uncle~ how long are you going to pinch?"
Song Qingshu likes her to call him uncle the most, that elongated finale almost melted his heart, he was excited and hugged her in his arms: "After we parted last time, I was still worried that we would never see each other again in this life. Well, I passed by Dongting Lake Yaowang Village later, and I wanted to see you, but Feier said you were not there, do you know how disappointed I was at that time... "
Caught in his arms, Bingxue'er hurriedly tried to break free, but she couldn't push at all. After hearing the other party's sincere muttering to himself, thinking of all the experiences he had experienced before, his heart was full of emotions, and he couldn't help being infatuated for a while, so he just let him hold him like that.
"I'm sorry, my sister-in-law was rude." Although Bingxue'er's body is soft and icy, it's very comfortable to hold her, but after all, she can't keep holding her like this. Song Qingshu calmed down, looked at her awkwardly, and let go of her embrace .
Bingxue'er smiled slightly, and took a step back without leaving any traces. Instead of getting angry, she deliberately changed the subject and asked, "Why did uncle suddenly appear here?"
"I also want to ask my sister-in-law this question." Song Qingshu smiled wryly, "Why did you go on the same road as Mr. Murong?"
"Back when we visited Yanziwu, we got a promise from Mr. Murong to help find the whereabouts of Murong Jingyue, a collateral descendant. Although the Murong family is now small in number, it is a family of hundreds of years after all, and they always have their special methods. Not long ago it happened After finding the news that Murong Jingyue appeared in Kaifeng City recently, Mr. Murong informed me to come with him."
Bingxueer narrated without haste, with a special gentleness in her faint voice, "At first, I wanted to find out about my uncle's whereabouts in Yanjing City, but Mr. Murong spent so much energy on the matter of Brother Hu. , I can't refuse his kindness, so I decided to come to Kaifeng City first to have a look."
"A kind person like my sister-in-law can't refuse other people's kindness of course," Song Qingshu said with a laugh, "Fortunately, my sister-in-law came to Kaifeng. If you came to Yanjing City, we might just miss it."
Bingxue'er smiled softly: "You can think about it, I thought uncle would blame me?"
"How could I blame you?" Song Qingshu asked curiously.
Bingxue'er suddenly looked a little coy, and said softly: "I came to Murong Jingyue first, and didn't come to uncle first."
Seeing Bingxueer's rare daughter's shyness, Song Qingshu's heart fluttered, and he shook his head and said, "I naturally understand what my sister-in-law is thinking. You must understand that entering the Forbidden City is a narrow escape. Avenge me without any hesitation."
Bingxue'er blushed and said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Knowing that Bingxue'er was too thin-skinned, Song Qingshu didn't dare to repeat the same mistakes, so he quickly explained the purpose of this trip to her one by one.
"Huh?" Bingxue'er was indeed distracted by him, her expression quickly returned to normal, and she was also very surprised, "Why did Ping Yizhi ask you to kill Mr. Murong?"
"I can't figure it out either. These two people are completely irreconcilable." Song Qingshu said depressingly.
"Oh, Mr. Murong was acupointed by you, and he is still in the ruined temple." Bing Xue'er suddenly remembered something, and exclaimed coquettishly.
The two hurried to the temple, Song Qingshu couldn't help but smile wryly, he was cheap for a while, he insisted on trying to turn the stars, but who would have thought that Bingxueer suddenly appeared, not only didn't learn about the changes, maybe he would offend Murong Fu.
Thoughts like electricity, Song Qingshu soon made up his mind, anyway, he wanted to repay Murong Fu's past kindness, so it was like this, when the time came, he would only be grateful and it was too late, how could he blame me...
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