It's no wonder that Zhou Zhiruo became suspicious. In the past, Song Qingshu was devoted to her wholeheartedly, but now Song Qingshu is messing around everywhere. With the lessons learned from Ming Zun taking over Zhang Wuji, Zhou Zhiruo naturally became suspicious.
Song Qingshu was startled, and quickly put his arms around Zhou Zhiruo's waist with a smile: "If I am taken away by the old monster, do you still like me?"
Zhou Zhiruo blushed and spat, then turned her head to the other side: "Bah, who likes you?"
Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's arrogant appearance, Song Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that she was just asking casually.
Song Qingshu rejoiced in his heart, fortunately he transmigrated into Song Qingshu instead of Zhang Wuji, otherwise with Zhao Min by his side, his identity would be exposed in minutes, Ming Zun's unlucky guy is the best proof.
"Hey, I will send you to go to Wudang in the future, I won't go." Zhou Zhiruo said coyly suddenly.
"Ah?" Song Qingshu didn't recover for a while.
"At the Lion Slaughtering Conference, he sparred with Uncle Yu, Uncle Yin, and Sixth Uncle Yin, and almost killed them. How can you let me have the face to go up the mountain with you?"
She deserved Zhou Zhiruo's bad luck. She thought that she would never have to worry about Wudang's face if she had broken up with Zhang Wuji for the rest of her life, but it turned out that Song Qingshu belonged to Wudang.
Song Qingshu finally understood, and couldn't help laughing out loud.
"You're still laughing, I'm ashamed to death." Zhou Zhiruo stomped her feet angrily. Just now when Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting came over, she didn't know how to face them, so she kept her face stern and didn't say hello.
"Let's talk about this later, I don't even know if I will go to Wudang Mountain again." Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's red eyes, Song Qingshu smiled and said in a low voice.
"Just now you said that you lied to the grand master and your father when you went back to Wudang to visit the Grand Master and your father?" Zhou Zhiruo was taken aback.
"Of course!" Song Qingshu said with a chuckle, "Don't say it's such an ugly lie. I promised them to return to Wudang, but I didn't say when to return. I can delay as long as I can."
Zhou Zhiruo turned her worries into joy: "It's better not to go back to Wudang Mountain. That poor place in Wudang is not as beautiful as my Emei Mountain."
Song Qingshu's heart warmed, and he stretched out his hand to hold Zhou Zhiruo's catkin. Zhou Zhiruo's body trembled slightly, but this time she didn't dodge.
Holding the creamy and tender little hand, Song Qingshu felt extremely comfortable. Seeing that the Golden Snake Conference was about to start, he couldn't help but look around the audience.
The heroes from all over the world gathered at the Golden Snake Conference, and representatives from almost all sects attended. Shaolin Temple was headed by Xuan Cheng, a group of great monks, Wudang was Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting with several three-generation disciples, and the one from Chongyang Palace was Qiu Chuji. Chongyang Palace has never had any friendship, so they didn't exchange pleasantries just now, if Zeng Rou was not explaining beside him, I really wouldn't be able to recognize which of the Quanzhen Seven Sons he is.
Representatives from the three branches of the Beggars' Gang came here, and the one from Xiangyang's Beggars' Gang was naturally Huang Rong, along with Da Wu, Xiao Wu and Lu Youjiao.
The Jiangnan beggar gang came from the elder Chen Youliang and Xiefeng. In this world, Shi Huolong, the leader of the Jiangnan beggar gang, was not plotting against him, but he was ill. Rumor has it that he intends to spread the position of gang leader. The two most popular successors are Chen Youliang and Xiefeng. wind. Chen Youliang is more popular, but Xie Feng's martial arts are higher, and a fight between dragons and tigers is inevitable.
Song Qingshu shook his head secretly, Xie Feng was definitely not Chen Youliang's opponent, thinking that Song Qingshu's deity had been threatened by Chen Youliang, Song Qingshu shook his head with a wry smile, the historical Chen Youliang was a tough man who never surrendered to the Yuan Dynasty in his life, I don't know why this world secretly communicated with Zhao Min.
Because of Xiao Feng's reason, the Hebei Beggars' Clan has long lost their momentum. This time there is only one elder, Quan Guanqing, and the rest are junior disciples.
Over the years, the Five Sacred Sword Sect, which has been catching up with Shaolin Wudang in the limelight, naturally also came. However, except for the ambitious Zuo Lengchan, the other sects obviously lacked interest in this conference and dismissed a few low-level disciples at will.
There seemed to be quite a few masters of the Sun Moon God Sect, and they were guarding the Saintess Ren Yingying faintly, and the one sitting next to Ren Yingying was naturally Linghu Chong. As if sensing Song Qingshu's gaze, Ren Yingying turned her head and gave him a hard look.
Song Qingshu couldn't help rubbing his nose and smiling wryly. It seems that this holy lady really hated herself, but it's no wonder that she didn't hate herself to death when she treated her like that.
Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat when he thought of the beauty in the bathtub on Heimuya, Ren Yingying seemed to be thinking of him too, her face turned red and she turned her head away unnaturally.
People from the Sun Moon God Sect came, so Mingjiao would naturally come, but Mingjiao's seat was empty, and there was no one there. I don't know if it was caused by Mingzun's injury a few days ago.
The positions of Tiandihui and Honghuahui were next to each other, and those people in Tiandihui were okay, but the group of people from Honghuahui glared at them one after another, as if they wanted to eat themselves.
Song Qingshu was extremely depressed, Wen Tailai's eyes were justifiable, after all, his wife was spoiled by him, why did you Yu Wanting look at me like this, you gave away your wife, and I didn't kill your son, all of this Why don't you go to Kang Mazi and stare at me.
Except for the old acquaintances from Yu Wanting, Luo Wentai from the Chen family, there were a few new faces in the crowd of the Red Flower Society. An old man with a sense of immortality was sitting in the front seat, and it was no accident that he was the strange man from Tianchi, Yuan Shixiao.
Song Qingshu frowned. Although Yuan Shixiao was the number one master in the world in the original book of Shujian Enqiulu, the overall level of Jianghu martial arts in Shujian was not high. Chang Xiao's ability to subdue beasts is not even a star and a half away. I really don't know how he can teach Ah Qing to become her ape father-in-law with his kung fu.
There were two elegant girls standing beside Yuan Shixiao, one of them was wearing a light green shirt, and she was naturally Ah Qing. Sensing Song Qingshu's gaze, Ah Qing made a grimace in return, she was extremely cute and cute.
Another girl was wearing a purple shirt, and it turned out that Yuan Ziyi was fooled by herself on Mount Emei.
Song Qingshu couldn't help pinching Zhou Zhiruo's little hand and asked, "Do you recognize that Yuan Ziyi?"
Zhou Zhiruo glanced at her and nodded, "She is a disciple of my uncle Baixiao, and she is my junior sister. I heard from my disciples that she came to Emei to look for me before, but it's a pity that I was not in Mount Emei at that time. I don't know What did she want me for?"
Song Qingshu chuckled, Yuan Ziyi's letter was secretly robbed by him, you naturally don't know, you don't know what her expression would be if she knew that I, a well-known man in the world, was actually Zhou Zhiruo's husband.
On the other side of the Red Flower Club, listening to Yu Wanting and others describe Song Qingshu's treachery and insidiousness, Ah Qing blinked and said, "I think he's pretty good."
Yuan Ziyi on the side snorted coldly: "Sister Ah Qing, you must not be fooled by this despicable villain, he is not a good guy."
Yuan Ziyi's entire chest heaved violently when he thought of Song Qingshu's face hugging left and right on Mount Emei and the fact that he was cheated.
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