Daoist Baishang became more and more frightened as he fought. He wanted to rely on decades of skill to face Song Qingshu head-on, but the opponent's palm strength fluctuated, and he just didn't fight him head-on. Daoist Baishang hit most of the empty space with his strength. A few times, he was even taken advantage of by the opponent's palm power.
After more than a dozen rounds like this, Taoist Baishang felt a dull pain in his chest and felt like vomiting. He had obviously suffered a slight internal injury. Hearing Zhao Min's words, Baishang took the opportunity to jump out of the battle circle and said proudly: "Since the princess has spoken, I will spare you today." Your boy dies."
Seeing that he was stubborn, Song Qingshu smiled slightly, and was not interested in exposing his lies.
"This princess is also the peace envoy of the Mongolian and Song Dynasties this time. If something happens and the peace talks between the two countries fail, and the lives of the people will be ruined, you will be guilty of great monks." Zhao Min pursed his lips and smiled at Xuan Cheng. .
Xuan Cheng's face was livid. During the short fight just now, he knew that it was impossible for him to take Zhao Min's life. Hearing that Zhao Min was suppressing him with the peace between Mongolia and Song Dynasty, how could he dare to risk the disgrace of the world? Carry this scapegoat? With a cold snort, he turned and left.
"Master Song really has a large number of people. He was expelled from the gate by the Wudang faction, and his meridians were cut off by Erxia Yu. Today, he is eager to stand up for Wudang again, tsk tsk tsk..." Zhao Min turned to leave and passed by Song Qingshu, suddenly Shaking his head and sneering, his tone was full of sarcasm, as if mocking the fool in front of him.
Song Qingshu was startled, but suddenly saw Zhao Min quietly blinking his right eye while everyone was not paying attention, Zhao Min's delicate and charming face combined with a sly micro expression, the momentary amorous feelings seemed to be like flowers blooming all over the sky, Song Qingshu couldn't help feeling a swing.
Song Qingshu smiled knowingly, and immediately said in a loud voice: "Song went astray in the past, so he should pay for it and not blame others. Although Grand Master expelled me from Wudang, Song grew up in Wudang. There is no reason to sit idly by."
Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting looked at each other when they heard the words, and they could see the emotion in each other's eyes. Zhang Songxi even grabbed Song Qingshu's arm excitedly: "Qingshu, Master heard that you assassinated the Tartar Emperor by himself a few days ago, so I praise you very much." , The old man said that knowing the mistakes can make things better, and he also bluntly said that he had misunderstood you and misunderstood you once."
Yin Liting also said: "Yes, senior brother has been depressed all these years, when he heard the news that you assassinated the Qing emperor, he showed a smile for the first time, Qingshu, you can go back to the Wudang sect sometime to meet the master and your father .”
Song Qingshu suddenly had a headache. He couldn't tell that this was a signal that the Wudang faction was willing to re-accept him back to the door wall, but the person in this world that he didn't want to see was definitely Song Yuanqiao, and he was not interested in taking advantage of it. Dad.
With Zhao Min's help this time, he gained the favor of the Wudang faction and let him gradually get rid of his previous notoriety. Song Qingshu is already satisfied. As for recognizing his ancestors and returning to his clan, he must be grateful.
Song Qingshu has his own plans, but he doesn't want to have a few more elders restraining him for no reason, not to mention that the Wudang faction, as a martial artist, must pay attention to this and that, how can Song Qingshu stand those rules.
In addition, although I saved Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting this time, Mo Shenggu, the Seventh Hero, really died in his hands.
His mind was running fast, Song Qingshu already had an idea in his mind, adopted a trick of dragging words, said some ambiguous words, and the second hero finally returned to his seat satisfied.
"I haven't seen you for a few days. Brother Song's martial arts has improved a lot." Murong Fu entered the arena just now, just in time to see the process of Song Qingshu and Taoist Baishang fighting, and his heart suddenly became turbulent. In the Golden Snake Conference, if you really meet him, your chances of winning are really slim.
Although Murong Fu was angry in his heart, he had a smile on his face, as if nothing he secretly interfered had ever happened.
Song Qingshu glanced at Wang Yuyan next to Murong Fu with a half-smile, seeing her embarrassed face, hesitant to speak, he couldn't help but secretly amused, it seemed that Wang Yuyan didn't tell her cousin what happened to her that night. , Murong Fu thought he didn't know the good deeds he did...
"Mr. Murong is really over the top." Song Qingshu didn't point it out, and bowed his hands as if nothing had happened. Some time ago, I thanked you for helping to find the trace of Murong Jingyue. What happened here, I must thank you very much, young master.
Listening to the two people's greetings with their own ghosts, Wang Yuyan's pretty face was so red that it was about to drip, and she wished she could get in directly through a crack in the ground. For some reason, she accidentally didn't tell Murong Fu about meeting Song Qingshu that night, causing her cousin to make such a big mess today, but until now, she had no choice but to keep silent...
"Song Shaoxia really has a wide range of friends. Not to mention the old monsters like Xidu, Xingxiu, and Duan Yanqing, even North Qiaofeng and South Murong are friends." Huang Rong looked at the handsome young man in front of her curiously. People, even with her ingenuity, she couldn't figure out why Song Qingshu had undergone earth-shaking changes in just one year.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "I just like to make friends."
Seeing that he didn't intend to continue, Huang Rong scolded the little fox secretly, and didn't reveal any clues to herself, but the Golden Snake Conference was about to start, so Huang Rong had to bow and say goodbye.
"They've come so far, why don't you still watch?" Zhou Zhiruo said jealously.
Song Qingshu blushed, quickly looked away from Huang Rong's swaying back, and said seriously: "Mrs. Guo is a chivalrous woman admired by everyone in the martial arts, Zhiruo, it would be too abrupt for you to say that."
Zhou Zhiruo snorted coldly: "I don't know you if others don't know you. The idea you gave to that Yang Guo is obviously your real idea."
Song Qingshu looked embarrassed: "Keep your voice down, keep your voice down, I have managed to establish a good reputation in the Jianghu."
"That's right, it was Zhao Min, the demon girl, who set you up." Others don't know about the relationship between Song Qingshu and Zhao Min, so how could Zhou Zhiruo not know? The shot was just to give Song Qingshu a chance to save him.
The quiet flirtation between the two of them just now did not hide from Zhou Zhiruo's eyes, Zhou Zhiruo thought bitterly: There is no shame in flirting like that, this witch, why does she always want to grab men from me!
"Hey, you won't be taken away by some old monster, right?" Zhou Zhiruo suddenly raised her head suspiciously, staring at Song Qingshu in a daze. r10
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