When they came down from Mount Hua, Xia Qingqing looked at Song Qingshu in confusion and asked, "How did you and Great Martial Uncle Feng compete? Why can't I see anything?"
"That's why we're called experts," Song Qingshu said arrogantly. Seeing that the other party was about to hit him, he hurriedly explained, "I don't usually tell people, but since you asked, there's no harm in me explaining it to you in plain language."
After organizing his words, Song Qingshu said, "There was once a super master called Dugu Qiubai. He defeated all the masters in the world in his life, but he couldn't defeat even once. His sword technique had a special characteristic, and that was that every move was offensive. There was no defense. How do you think he did it? "
"Defeating all the masters in the world is difficult, but there are people in the martial arts world who can do it." Xia Qingqing thought for a moment and said softly, "But no matter how good a person is, there will always be a limit. How can he not let his opponent return one move?"
"In the past, I also thought that the legends were exaggerated, but now I'm starting to understand." Recalling the few lines of words left by Dugu Qiubai on the wall of the Divine Eagle Valley Sword Mound, Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. That day, I was still complaining that Dugu Qiubai didn't leave any martial arts secret manuals. Who knew that he had already poured all the martial arts of his life into those few lines of words. It was just that my realm was too low at the time and I couldn't see it.
"What is it?" Xia Qingqing hurriedly asked when she saw that he had stopped talking.
Song Qingshu came back to his senses and pulled a leaf from a tree by the side of the road. He turned around and said, "Show me two fingers."
Xia Qingqing didn't understand, but she still obediently showed two slender fingers.
Seeing the two slender fingers in front of him, Song Qingshu secretly praised. He put the leaf between his fingers and said, "I can let go at any time. See if you can catch it."
Xia Qingqing quickly focused on her fingers. After a while, she saw that Song Qingshu's hand had loosened. She quickly put her fingers together to catch it, but the leaf had already slipped off.
"Again!" Xia Qingqing said unhappily.
Song Qingshu smiled. "Sure!"
In the end, after trying three times in a row, Xia Qingqing missed by a hair each time. She couldn't help but say in annoyance, "Why is it like this …"
"True experts are very clear about their attack range. When someone enters your range, you should immediately attack, just like this." Song Qingshu held Xia Qingqing's small hand. Just as he placed the leaf between her fingers, Song Qingshu squeezed his hand, causing Xia Qingqing's fingers to immediately close together and clamp down on the leaf.
Feeling the warmth of his palm, Xia Qingqing's body trembled. She hurriedly pulled her hand back without batting an eyelid and asked doubtfully, "But you still haven't let go?"
"Silly girl, when you saw me make a move before you retaliated, you were doomed from the very beginning." Song Qingshu continued, "For a true expert, within a certain distance, any large movements will not be able to cause any large movements.
No matter how fast he was, there was no hope of success. Thus, the path and angle of the opponent's moves can be predicted.
"When you observe where the opponent's hand is, the movement of the eyes, the slight sinking of the shoulder, and where the tip of the foot is pointing, you can calculate where the opponent's point of force is …"
"Point of force?" Xia Qingqing didn't understand.
"No matter how high a person's martial arts skills are, when he attacks, he must use or use a point of force that is close to his own point of force. Otherwise, his moves will be empty and won't hurt when hit. When you determine the opponent's point of force, then you will know that the effective attack he can make is actually only in a small area or in a single direction.
"The opponent's point of force is not constant. When his body changes slightly, his point of force will often change greatly. You have to change accordingly. Of course, this requires experience and good judgment."
Song Qingshu spoke with fervor and assurance, but he was very grateful to Invincible East. If he hadn't been beaten to the point that he couldn't fight back the first time and had clearly seen how he killed Yuan Chengzhi on Jade Emperor Peak, he wouldn't have constantly thought about the essence of martial arts and gained these epiphanies. Although he was in a pathetic state during the second fight, he was able to escape from Invincible East. Using tricks was one thing, but he also had to increase his martial arts realm.
Xia Qingqing heard this and came to a sudden realization. "No wonder you and Great Martial Uncle Feng on Repent Cliff, when one moved his feet and the other moved his body, it meant that you had exchanged blows."
"That's right. The slight changes in our bodies are enough for us to predict the opponent's upcoming attack and counterattack accordingly. Although we've exchanged thirty-six moves, it's actually only been one move. " When he thought about how he lost to Feng Qingyang in one move, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel that it was ridiculous that he would have to pay for what he had done sooner or later.
"Didn't you say thirty-six moves? How did it become one move?" Xia Qingqing felt that her thoughts couldn't keep up with her opponent's words.
Song Qingshu explained, "Because no matter if it was Old Man Feng or I, we didn't finish the first thirty-five moves. Usually, the moment we showed signs of it, the opponent would see through us and we could only immediately change to another move. This continued until the last move. I couldn't counter it in time and lost."
Xia Qingqing looked at Song Qingshu with admiration. "Big Brother Song, I didn't think your martial arts had already reached such a high realm."
"Unfortunately, I still can't compare to people like Invincible East and Feng Qingyang." Song Qingshu smiled bitterly.
Xia Qingqing consoled him with a serious expression. "They are all top experts who have been famous in the martial world for decades. You are still young. In a few years, it won't be difficult for you to reach or even surpass their realm."
Song Qingshu was stunned and looked at Xia Qingqing with joy. "Thank goodness you reminded me, Youyou. Otherwise, if I had been so eager for quick success, I would have gone mad sooner or later."
A trace of a smile appeared on Xia Qingqing's lips, but she quickly straightened her face. "Call me Madam Yuan."
"Alright, my Madam Yuan, where do you plan to go next?" Song Qingshu shrugged helplessly.
"Madam Yuan is Madam Yuan. What's yours and mine?" Xia Qingqing said impatiently. "Big Brother Yuan's senior brother and senior sister-in-law went to the capital to avenge him. Now that the Forbidden City has become a dangerous place, I will naturally go to the capital to see if I can stop them in advance."
"You're really not looking for an excuse to be with me?" Song QingShu couldn't help but smile.
"You wish!" Xia Qingqing rolled her eyes helplessly.
"But I still have to go to various sects to collect hostages. I'm afraid I won't have enough time." Suddenly remembering the task Kangxi gave him, Song Qingshu couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
"Hmph, I didn't say I wanted to be with you." Xia Qingqing had already borrowed a horse from the Sword Sect. She got on the horse and said, "I'll be on my way first. We'll meet again in the capital." After saying this, she whipped the horse, leaving behind a pile of dust in front of Song Qingshu.
"Burning the bridge after crossing the river, blatantly burning the bridge after crossing the river. People's hearts are not what they used to be!" Song Qingshu was dumbfounded and speechless. He had no choice but to embark on his journey to various sects. Chapter 103: A Sneak Attack
There were no powerful sects under the rule of the Great Qing. Skanda Sect, Shang Clan Fort, Green Bamboo Gang, Penglai Sect … They were all unranked sects in the Jianghu. Speaking of which, Mount Tai Sect could be considered one of the few great sects in the Qing Dynasty.
Wherever Song Qingshu went, aside from a few sects showing dissatisfaction, most of the sects were pleasantly surprised. When they thought about how they could send their sons and nephews to the imperial palace to be imperial guards, not only did they not have any objections, they were very cooperative. They eagerly wanted their sons and nephews to immediately report to the capital with Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu was unable to endure the enthusiasm of the sect leaders, so he quickly used the excuse that he had to go to the other sects to deliver the decree. He gave them the relevant proof and had them report to the commander of the guards in the capital on their own within a month.
Worried about Xia Qingqing, who was rushing to the capital, Song Qingshu had been using the [Traceless Treading on the Sands] to hurry on his way. On one hand, it was to train his dynamic vision so that he could use it in battle against the enemy, and not just to run away. On the other hand, it was to save time. He had spent so much effort on Xia Qingqing. If she got into an accident while trying to save Gui Xinshu and his wife just because he was a step late returning to the capital, it would really be like letting a cooked duck fly away. He would die of depression.
Fortunately, all the sects were very cooperative. Even the Sect Leader of Mount Tai Sect, Taoist Tianmen, accepted his fate and sent his favorite disciple to the capital. Song Qingshu was travel-worn. He only spent a little more than ten days to visit several dozen sects.
"Weeping nights, short sighs and long sighs, like being trapped in the wilderness, everything withers …" Song Qingshu hummed along the way as he hurried back to Yan Jing.
As he passed through the border between Shandong and Jiangsu, the sound of weapons clashing came from the forest ahead. Song Qingshu looked over and saw a group of mountain bandits besieging a caravan. Looking at the attire of the guards in the caravan, they should be from an official's family.
"None of my business ~" Song Qingshu whistled and continued on his way. He didn't like the Manchurian imperial court and couldn't wait for the Qing Dynasty to become more chaotic. When Kangxi was badly battered, he would have more opportunities. He was very happy to see Manchurian officials being robbed and killed.
"Father, I'll hold them off first. You quickly protect mother and leave first!" Suddenly, a clear and melodious voice came into his ears.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu, who had already run over, suddenly stopped and turned his head to look. He saw a handsome and romantic young man in the caravan playing with a sword that flashed with cold light. He was holding up at least a third of the mounted bandits.
Song Qingshu saw that although she was dressed as a man, her figure was petite and graceful. In addition, her voice was as melodious as an oriole's. It was obvious that she was a woman dressed as a man.
"The hero saves the damsel in distress and the damsel in distress. I love this kind of drama." Song Qingshu rubbed his chin and immediately changed his mind. He walked over.
"Preposterous! In broad daylight, you bandits actually dare to attack an official of the imperial court. Is there still justice in this world? Is there still law? "Song Qingshu put on a pained expression as he walked.
"Bookworm, get out of here. Chapter 103: A Sneak Blow
There really weren't many powerful sects under the rule of the Great Qing. Skanda Sect, Shang Clan Fort, Green Bamboo Gang, Penglai Sect … they were all unranked sects in the pugilistic world. Speaking of which, Mount Tai Sect was actually one of the few large sects within the borders of the Manchurian Qing.
Everywhere Song Qingshu went, other than a few sects that showed their dissatisfaction, most of the sects were pleasantly surprised. Thinking that they could send their sons and nephews to the imperial palace as imperial bodyguards, not only did they not resist as he had imagined, they were actually very cooperative. They couldn't wait for their sons and nephews to immediately report to the capital with Song Qingshu.
Somewhat unable to endure the enthusiasm of the various sect leaders, Song Qingshu hurriedly used the excuse that he had to go to the other sects to deliver the imperial edict. He gave them the relevant proof and told them to report to the commander of the guards in the capital within a month.
Worried about Xia Qingqing, who was rushing to the capital, Song Qingshu had been using [Traceless Treading on Sand] to hurry on his way. On one hand, it was to train his dynamic vision so that he could use it in battle against the enemy, and not just to run away. On the other hand, it was to save time. He had spent so much effort on Xia Qingqing. If she got into an accident while trying to save Gui Xinshu and his wife just because he was a step too late returning to the capital, then it would really be like letting a cooked duck fly away. He would die of depression.
Fortunately, all the sects were very cooperative. Even the sect leader of Mount Tai Sect, Taoist Tianmen, accepted his fate and sent his proudest disciple to the capital. Song Qingshu was travel-worn. It only took him about ten days to visit several dozen sects.
"Weeping nights, short sighs and long sighs, like being trapped in the wilderness, everything withers …" Song Qingshu hummed along the way as he hurried back to Yan Jing.
As he passed by the border of Shandong and Jiangsu, the sound of weapons clashing came from the forest ahead. Song Qingshu looked over and saw a group of mountain bandits besieging a caravan. Looking at the clothes of the guards in the caravan, they should be from an official's family.
"None of my business ~" Song Qingshu whistled and continued to hurry on his way. He didn't like the Manchurian imperial court and couldn't wait for the Qing Dynasty to become more chaotic. When Kangxi was badly battered, he would have more opportunities. He was very happy to see Manchurian officials being robbed and killed.
"Father, I'll hold them off first. You quickly protect mother and leave first!" Suddenly, a clear and melodious voice came into his ears.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu, who had already run over, suddenly stopped and turned his head to look. He saw a handsome and romantic young man in the caravan. He was wielding a sword that flashed with cold light and was holding up at least a third of the mounted bandits.
Song Qingshu saw that although she was dressed as a man, her figure was petite and graceful. In addition, her voice was as melodious as an oriole's. It was obvious that she was a woman dressed as a man.
"The hero rescues the beauty, and the beauty offers herself to the hero. This is my favorite scene." Song Qingshu rubbed his chin and immediately changed his mind. He walked over.
"Preposterous! In broad daylight, you bunch of bandits actually dare to attack an official of the imperial court. Is there still justice in this world? Is there still law? "Song Qingshu put on a pained expression as he walked.
"Bookworm, get out of here quickly. Chapter 103: A Sneak Blow
There really weren't many powerful sects under the rule of the Great Qing. Skanda Sect, Shang Clan Fort, Green Bamboo Gang, Penglai Sect … they were all unranked sects in the pugilistic world. Speaking of which, Mount Tai Sect was actually one of the few large sects in the Manchurian Qing territory.
Everywhere Song Qingshu went, other than a few sects that showed their dissatisfaction, most of the sects were pleasantly surprised. Thinking that they could send their sons and nephews to the imperial palace to be imperial bodyguards, not only did they not resist as he had imagined, they were actually very cooperative. They couldn't wait for their sons and nephews to immediately report to the capital with Song Qingshu.
Somewhat unable to endure the enthusiasm of the various sect leaders, Song Qingshu hurriedly used the excuse that he had to go to the other sects to deliver the imperial edict. He gave them the relevant proof and told them to report to the commander of the guards in the capital on their own within a month.
Worried about Xia Qingqing, who was rushing to the capital, Song Qingshu had been using [Traceless Treading on Sand] to hurry on his way. On one hand, it was to train his dynamic vision so that he could use it in battle with the enemy, and not just to run away with grease on the soles of his feet. On the other hand, it was to save time. He had spent so much effort on Xia Qingqing. If she got into an accident while trying to save Gui Xinshu and his wife just because he was a step too late returning to the capital, then it would really be like letting a cooked duck fly away. He would die of depression.
Fortunately, all the sects were very cooperative. Even the sect leader of Mount Tai Sect, Taoist Tianmen, accepted his fate and sent his proudest disciple to the capital. Song Qingshu was travel-worn. It only took him about ten days to visit several dozen sects.
"Weeping nights, short sighs and long sighs, like being trapped in the wilderness, everything withers …" Song Qingshu hummed along the way as he hurried back to Yan Jing.
As he passed by the border of Shandong and Jiangsu, the sound of weapons clashing came from the forest in front of him. Song Qingshu roughly looked over and saw a group of mountain bandits besieging a group of carriages. Judging from the attire of the guards in the group, they should be from an official's family.
"None of my business ~" Song Qingshu whistled and continued on his way. He didn't like the Manchurian imperial court in the first place. He couldn't wait for the Qing Dynasty to become more chaotic. When Kangxi was in a terrible predicament, he would have more opportunities. He was very happy to see Manchurian officials being robbed and killed.
"Father, I'll hold them off first. Quickly protect mother and leave first!" Suddenly, a clear and melodious voice sounded in his ears.
"Eh?" Song Qingshu, who had already run over, suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look. He saw a handsome and dissolute young man in the middle of the carriages. The young man was wielding a sword that gleamed with a cold light. He was holding up at least one-third of the mounted bandits' forces.
Song Qingshu saw that although she was dressed as a man, her figure was petite and graceful. In addition, her voice was as melodious as an oriole's. It was obvious that she was a woman dressed as a man.
"The hero saves the damsel in distress and the damsel in distress. I love this kind of drama the most." Song Qingshu rubbed his chin and immediately changed his mind. He walked over in that direction.
"Preposterous! In broad daylight, you bunch of bandits actually dare to attack an official of the imperial court. Is there still justice in this world? Is there still law? "Song Qingshu put on a pained expression as he walked.
"Bookworm, get out of here quickly. Chapter 103: A Sneak Blow
There really weren't many powerful sects under the rule of the Great Qing. The Skanda Sect, the Shang Clan Fort, the Green Bamboo Gang, the Penglai Sect … they were all unranked sects in the pugilistic world. Speaking of which, the Taishan Sect was actually one of the few large sects in the Manchurian Qing territory.
Everywhere Song Qingshu went, other than a few sects that showed their dissatisfaction, most of the sects were pleasantly surprised. When they thought about how they could send their sons and nephews to the imperial palace to be imperial bodyguards, not only did they not resist as he had imagined, they were actually very cooperative. They couldn't wait for their sons and nephews to immediately follow Song Qingshu to report to the capital.
Somewhat unable to endure the enthusiasm of the various sect leaders, Song Qingshu hurriedly used the excuse that he had to go to the other sects to pass on the imperial edict. He gave them the relevant proof and told them to report to the commander of the guards in the capital on their own within a month.
Worried about Xia Qingqing, who was rushing to the capital, Song Qingshu had been using the [Traceless Treading on Sand] to hurry on his way. On one hand, it was to train his dynamic vision so that he could use it in battle against the enemy, and not just use it to slip away. On the other hand, it was to save time. He had spent so much effort on Xia Qingqing. If she got into an accident while trying to save Gui Xinshu and his wife just because he was a step too late returning to the capital, then it would really be like letting a cooked duck fly away. He would die of depression.
Fortunately, all the sects were very cooperative. Even the sect leader of the Taishan Sect, Taoist Tianmen, accepted his fate and sent his proudest disciple to the capital. Song Qingshu was travel-worn. It only took him about ten days to visit several dozen sects.
"Weeping nights, short sighs and long sighs, like being trapped in the wilderness, everything withers …" Humming a song along the way, Song Qingshu was on his way back to Yanjing.
As he passed through the border between Shandong and Jiangsu, the sound of weapons clashing came from the forest in front of him. Song Qingshu looked over and saw a group of mountain bandits besieging a group of carriages. Judging from the attire of the guards in the group, they should be from an official's family.
"It's none of my business …" Song Qingshu whistled and continued on his way. He didn't like the Manchurian imperial court and couldn't wait for the Qing Dynasty to become more chaotic. When Kangxi was in a terrible predicament, he would have more opportunities. He was very happy to see Manchurian officials being robbed and killed.
"Father, I'll hold them off first. Quickly protect mother and leave first!" Suddenly, a clear and melodious voice reached his ears.
"Eh?" Song Qingshu, who had already run over, suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look. He saw a handsome and dissolute young man in the middle of the carriages, wielding a sword that gleamed with a cold light. He was holding up at least one-third of the mounted bandits' forces.
Song Qingshu saw that although she was dressed as a man, her figure was petite and graceful. In addition, her voice was as melodious as an oriole's. It was obvious that she was a woman dressed as a man.
"The hero saves the damsel in distress and the damsel in distress. I love this kind of drama the most." Song Qingshu rubbed his chin and immediately changed his mind. He walked over in that direction.
"Preposterous! In broad daylight, you bunch of bandits actually dare to attack an official of the imperial court. Is there still justice in this world? Is there still law? "Song Qingshu put on a pained expression as he walked.
"Bookworm, get out of here quickly. Chapter 103: A Sneak Blow
There really weren't many powerful sects under the rule of the Great Qing. The Skanda Sect, the Shang Clan Fort, the Green Bamboo Gang, the Penglai Sect … they were all unranked sects in the pugilistic world. Speaking of which, the Taishan Sect was actually one of the few large sects in the Manchurian Qing.
Everywhere Song Qingshu went, other than a few sects that showed their dissatisfaction, most of the sects were pleasantly surprised. Thinking that they could send their sons and nephews to the imperial palace to be imperial bodyguards, not only did they not resist as he had imagined, they were instead very cooperative. They couldn't wait for their sons and nephews to immediately report to the capital with Song Qingshu.
Somewhat unable to endure the enthusiasm of the various sect leaders, Song Qingshu hurriedly used the excuse that he still had to go to the other sects to pass on the imperial edict. He left them with the relevant proof and told them to report to the commander of the imperial guards within a month.
Worried about Xia Qingqing, who was rushing to the capital, Song Qingshu had been using the [Traceless Treading on Sand] to hurry on his way. On one hand, it was to train his dynamic vision so that he could use it in battle against the enemy, and not just use it to slip away. On the other hand, it was to save time. He had spent so much effort on Xia Qingqing. If she got into an accident while trying to save Gui Xinshu and his wife just because he was a step too late returning to the capital, then it would really be like letting a cooked duck fly away. He would die of depression.
Fortunately, all the sects were very cooperative. Even the sect leader of the Taishan Sect, Taoist Tianmen, accepted his fate and sent his proudest disciple to the capital. Song Qingshu was travel-worn. It only took him about ten days to visit several dozen sects.
"Weeping nights, short sighs and long sighs, like being trapped in the wilderness, everything withers …" Humming a song along the way, Song Qingshu was on his way back to Yanjing.
As he passed through the border of Shandong and Jiangsu, the sound of weapons clashing came from the forest in front of him. Song Qingshu looked over and saw a group of mountain bandits besieging a group of carriages. Judging from the attire of the guards in the group, they should be from an official's family.
"It's none of my business …" Song Qingshu whistled and continued on his way. He didn't like the Manchurian imperial court and couldn't wait for the Qing Dynasty to become more chaotic. When Kangxi was in a terrible predicament, he would have more opportunities. He was very happy to see Manchurian officials being robbed and killed.
"Father, I'll hold them off first. Quickly protect mother and leave first!" Suddenly, a clear and melodious voice reached his ears.
"Eh?" Song Qingshu, who had already run over, suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look. He saw a handsome and dissolute young man in the middle of the carriages, wielding a sword that gleamed with a cold light. He was holding up at least one-third of the mounted bandits' forces.
Song Qingshu saw that although she was dressed as a man, her figure was petite and graceful. In addition, her voice was as melodious as an oriole's. It was obvious that she was a woman dressed as a man.
"The hero saves the damsel in distress and the damsel in distress. I love this kind of drama the most." Song Qingshu rubbed his chin and immediately changed his mind. He walked over in that direction.
"Preposterous! In broad daylight, you bunch of bandits actually dare to attack an official of the imperial court. Is there still justice in this world? Is there still law? "Song Qingshu put on a pained expression as he walked.
"Bookworm, get out of here quickly. Chapter 103: A Sneak Blow
There really weren't many powerful sects under the rule of the Great Qing. The Skanda Sect, the Shang Clan Fort, the Green Bamboo Gang, the Penglai Sect … they were all unranked sects in the pugilistic world. Speaking of which, the Taishan Sect was actually one of the few large sects in the Manchurian Qing.
Everywhere Song Qingshu went, other than a few sects that showed their dissatisfaction, most of the sects were pleasantly surprised. Thinking that they could send their sons and nephews to the imperial palace to be imperial bodyguards, not only did they not resist as he had imagined, they were instead very cooperative. They couldn't wait for their sons and nephews to immediately report to the capital with Song Qingshu.
Somewhat unable to endure the enthusiasm of the various sect leaders, Song Qingshu hurriedly used the excuse that he still had to go to the other sects to pass on the imperial edict. He left them with the relevant proof and told them to report to the commander of the imperial guards within a month.
Worried about Xia Qingqing, who was rushing to the capital, Song Qingshu had been using the [Traceless Treading Through Sands] to hurry on his way. On one hand, it was to train his dynamic vision so that he could use it in battle against the enemy, and not just use it to slip away. On the other hand, it was to save time. He had spent so much effort on Xia Qingqing. If she got into an accident while trying to save Gui Xinshu and his wife just because he was a step too late returning to the capital, then it would really be like letting a cooked duck fly away. He would die of depression.
Fortunately, all the sects were very cooperative. Even the sect leader of the Taishan Sect, Taoist Tianmen, accepted his fate and sent his proudest disciple to the capital. Song Qingshu was travel-worn. It only took him about ten days to visit several dozen sects.
"Weeping nights, short sighs and long sighs, like being trapped in the wilderness, everything withers …" Humming a song along the way, Song Qingshu was on his way back to Yanjing.
As he passed through the border of Shandong and Jiangsu, the sound of weapons clashing came from the forest in front of him. Song Qingshu looked over and saw a group of mountain bandits besieging a group of carriages. Judging from the attire of the guards in the group, they should be from an official's family.
"It's none of my business …" Song Qingshu whistled and continued on his way. He didn't like the Manchurian imperial court and couldn't wait for the Qing Dynasty to become more chaotic. When Kangxi was in a terrible predicament, he would have more opportunities. He was very happy to see Manchurian officials being robbed and killed.
"Father, I'll hold them off first. Quickly protect mother and leave first!" Suddenly, a clear and melodious voice reached his ears.
"Eh?" Song Qingshu, who had already run over, suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look. He saw a handsome and dissolute young man in the middle of the carriages, wielding a sword that gleamed with a cold light. He was holding up at least one-third of the mounted bandits' forces.
Song Qingshu saw that although she was dressed as a man, her figure was petite and graceful. In addition, her voice was as melodious as an oriole's. It was obvious that she was a woman dressed as a man.
"The hero rescues the beauty, and the beauty offers herself to the hero. I love this kind of drama the most." Song Qingshu touched his chin and immediately changed his mind. He walked over in that direction.
"Outrageous! In broad daylight, you bandits actually dare to openly attack an official of the imperial court. Is there still justice in this world? Is there still law? "As he walked, Song Qingshu put on a pained expression.
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