"Hmph! He even dares to detain Hua Wu? Is that brat Tang Qianqi tired of living? " Song Qingshu suddenly snorted coldly. His originally refined and gentle demeanor disappeared, as if he had become a different person. An oppressive aura suddenly surged from his body, and a furious and violent aura soared into the sky.
"Ah? Qingshu, what's wrong? Do you know Hua Wu? " Hong Zhu was greatly startled. Looking at the cold expression on Song Qingshu's face, he felt as if there was a ferocious beast standing in front of him.
Song Qingshu did not answer. Instead, he coldly said, "Hong Zhu, let's go to the Tang Family now! I want to see how many lives that lackey Tang Qianqi has! How much courage does he have to give him such power! "
"This …" Hong Zhu was somewhat surprised when he saw Song Qingshu's cold eyes, but he still subconsciously followed behind him.
Although he did not know why Song Qingshu was so angry, Hong Zhu did not dare to ask. He could only carry his heart full of doubts as he sped in the direction of the Tang Family.
Under the spur of the horse, the two of them smoothly arrived at the Tang Family's residence in no time. There were still many guards patrolling the perimeter of the Tang Family's residence, vigilantly observing their surroundings.
However, what surprised Hong Zhu was that Song Qingshu seemed to have been here several times. He led Hong Zhu inside with ease, perfectly avoiding all the patrolling guards in the vicinity, and directly walked towards a certain courtyard.
When they arrived at the courtyard, Hong Zhu carefully looked around and discovered that there were no guards patrolling the place. The entire courtyard was frighteningly quiet, with only the faint sound of voices coming from the largest room in front.
Hong Zhu was just about to ask Song Qingshu what they should do next, but when he turned his head, he saw that Song Qingshu had not said a word and was instead rushing towards that room!
"Bang!"
Song Qingshu fiercely kicked the door open and swaggered into the room without saying a word.
Hong Zhu was once again shocked by Song Qingshu's actions. This … isn't this a little too arrogant? It must be known that the Tang Family was one of the three great families of the internal martial arts circle! Yet, he had rashly rushed in like this. Wasn't this just seeking his own death? Did Song Qingshu take the wrong medicine?
But now that it had already happened, Hong Zhu could not turn back time. She had to save Song Qingshu first, so she only hesitated for a moment before putting away her timid attitude. She took a deep breath and braced herself to follow Song Qingshu into the room.
"Who are you?! How dare you barge into Young Master Ling's room. Do you want to die? " A familiar voice called out. Hong Zhu raised his head and saw that it was Tang Qianqi, who had assumed a defensive stance and was glaring at him.
Tang Qianling, who was sitting next to him, was sitting leisurely with his legs crossed, but at this time, he was so shocked by the loud sound of the door breaking that he almost fell off his chair.
"Song … Song Qingshu?" Tang Qianling stabilized his body with great difficulty. He was about to raise his head and scold Song Qingshu when he saw that the person who had come was the second young master of the Song Family, Song Qingshu. Cold sweat immediately broke out on his back and he almost fell off his chair again. Fortunately, Tang Qianqi caught him in time.
Tang Qianling straightened his body with a guilty conscience and was just about to ask Song Qingshu why he had come here, when Tang Qianqi's sharp eyes noticed Hong Zhu who was following behind Song Qingshu. He immediately shouted, "Hong Zhu, why are you here again? Don't think that we will be afraid just because you brought someone to help us! This is the Tang … Ouch! "
Before he could finish speaking, Tang Qianqi's entire body was sent flying. He let out an anguished howl in the air before crashing heavily onto the ground. Blood bubbled incessantly from his mouth and nose, and his eyes were tightly shut as he lay motionless. It seemed that he had been knocked unconscious.
Tang Qianling trembled in fear. He watched as Song Qingshu slowly wiped his hands. Just as he was thinking about how to speak, Song Qingshu's sharp gaze swept over him.
"Tang Qianling, you're quite capable, aren't you? You actually dared to have your lackeys detain Hong Zhu's friend. Have you forgotten the painful beating you received when you were young? It seems that I have to remind you again! "Song Qingshu said with a cold expression.
Without waiting for Tang Qianling to react, Song Qingshu quickly appeared in front of him in a flash and swung his fist at his face!
"Bang!"
Tang Qianling sensed that something was wrong, but it was already too late for him to dodge. He hurriedly circulated his mental cultivation method to resist, but his face still took a solid hit. He could not help but cry out in pain as he was thrown backward along with his chair by the force of the punch. He lost his balance and fell to the ground.
"Not bad! Your reaction is quite fast. You know how to resist now? I would like to see how many attacks you, a mere Great Perfection Martial King, can withstand! "Song Qingshu said expressionlessly.
Under Hong Zhu's dumbstruck gaze, Song Qingshu mercilessly punched and kicked Tang Qianling's body like a sandbag, as if venting all the dissatisfaction and anger in his heart.
"Ouch … Stop hitting me … Ouch … Second Young Master Song … I know I was wrong … Ouch …" Tang Qianling screamed miserably as he raised his hands to defend himself. However, no matter how hard he tried, Song Qingshu's punches and kicks would always accurately land on the areas that he could not defend against. Not long after, his body was covered in injuries and his face was covered in dirt. He looked incomparably miserable.
Tang Qianling was on the verge of tears. He resisted in vain. Suddenly, a memory from his childhood surfaced in his mind. Back then, children liked to play together. However, whenever he bullied the disciples of the weaker sects, Song Qingshu would always stand up for them and beat him up, often leaving him with a bloody nose and a swollen face.
Strangely, every time he was beaten up, he would complain to the Tang Family's Patriarch, his grandfather. Not only would his grandfather not stand up for him, he would also harshly reprimand him, telling him not to provoke Song Qingshu in the future. This made Tang Qianling even more depressed.
Later on, Tang Qianling learned his lesson and tried not to provoke those who were on good terms with Song Qingshu. Although he did not know the reason why the Tang Family's Patriarch did not stand up for him, it was better than being beaten up and reprimanded.
It was only after he grew up that Tang Qianling vaguely understood that although the Song Family of the inner martial arts world was not large, they seemed to have unfathomable strength and an unknown background. Even the Awakening Gate did not dare to provoke them, let alone the Tang Family.
In the past, some ignorant families had dared to provoke them. However, in the end, they did not have a good ending. They either fell apart or declined overnight.
However, what was strange was that although the Song Family was powerful, they did not expand. They quietly stayed together with the Hong Family and a few other small families, forming a small circle of their own. They rarely interacted with other families.
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