"Aunt?" Song Qingshu had a strange expression on his face. From the woman's tone, Yue Fei's wife seemed to be her aunt. It was a pity that he did not ask Zhang Hongfan earlier, and only knew that Yue Fei's wife's surname was Li.
From her completely different attitude towards Yue Lingshan, it seemed to prove a certain judgment in her heart. Yue Lingshan was not the daughter of Yue Fei. Whether it was the Loyal Army or Right Minister Zhang Rou, they all seemed to have been used by someone else.
"Surname Li? Li Qiushui's surname is also Li … "Song Qingshu was puzzled. It couldn't be such a coincidence.
"Who?" Song Qingshu was in a daze, and his aura was unavoidably abnormal. The mysterious woman immediately sensed it.
At this point, there was no need for Song Qingshu to hide anymore. He jumped down and said, "I was just passing by and offended you, please forgive me."
Looking at the bearded man in front of her, who spoke in a genteel manner, the mysterious woman could not help but frown, "When did you come?"
"I came down for a while." Song Qingshu replied.
"Then you heard everything?" The mysterious woman's eyes flashed coldly.
"I heard everything I should have heard. I didn't hear a single word I shouldn't have heard." Song Qingshu did not seem to see the murderous intent in her eyes, and continued to speak leisurely.
"Then you … go die." The mysterious woman's voice suddenly turned cold, and she reached out her hand towards his chest.
With a flash, she had already appeared in front of Song Qingshu. Just as her white jade-like palm was about to press against his chest, she suddenly lost sight of him.
This was no small matter. It must be known that she had used the exquisiteness of the Wave-like Subtle Steps to play with the powerful Loyal Army in the palm of her hand. Now, her sure-kill move had actually failed?
"You and I have no enmity in the past, why are you so ruthless?" Song Qingshu appeared ten feet away, frowning as he spoke.
"You can only blame yourself for knowing too much." The mysterious woman attacked again. She only thought it was an accident. After all, she was very confident in her martial arts, and even more confident in the Wave-like Subtle Steps.
In the past, Song QingShu had always felt a little awkward when he saw Duan Yu using the Subtle Rippling Steps. But now, when he saw the woman before him using it, he finally understood what it was. This woman was like a goddess in the water. Her posture was elegant, and every move she made could be described as beautiful as a painting. However, behind the elegance, her moves were covered with viciousness and ruthlessness.
Song Qingshu was a knowledgeable man, and he had a general idea of the martial arts in the world. But this woman's Wave-like martial arts, and he had never seen any of them before.
Although they were, they, Fu, and Yu, Qingshu, the White the Wave-like Qingshu, were, and Song, the Sect Qingshu, they were, and was, he.
"Xiao Xiao Yi" was, and "Xiao one" Song. "Yu," the woman, "Yi," Yi, and "
"Anyone who knows about the Xiao Xiao Sect will be killed without mercy!" The woman's murderous aura grew stronger, and her attacks became even faster.
As the saying goes, even a man made of clay has a temper. Song Qingshu had endured it many times, but the woman became even more aggressive. He couldn't help but get angry, "Since you won't tell me, I'll see for myself who you are."
As soon as he finished speaking, his fingers moved to remove the veil on the woman's face. His Lightness Skill was now close to that of a ghost. With just one step, he appeared in front of the woman, and his fingertips even touched the lower hem of the veil.
The woman didn't expect him to be so fast. He was so fast that she didn't even have time to use the Wave-like Subtle Steps. She could only hurriedly fall back, and her soft waist bent at an exaggerated angle. Her whole body was so soft that it seemed as if her bones were broken in the middle. Only then did she narrowly avoid his fingers.
Song QingShu couldn't help but whistle like those hooligans in his previous life when he saw her amazing flexibility and her unusually full breasts. "Wow, what a good body ~" he said.
As her body fell back, the woman raised the tip of her foot high and kicked his hand away. As soon as she got up, she heard his frivolous whistle and couldn't help but blush, "Lecher!"
After saying that, she attacked again. However, after seeing the martial arts that Song Qingshu had just displayed, she became more cautious than before. She always reserved 30% of her strength when she attacked, just in case.
Song Qingshu also couldn't act as freely as before. After all, this woman's martial arts were extremely high. Other than Dongfang Muxue, no woman he knew could compare to her. Coupled with the Wave-like Subtle Steps and her magical and exquisite martial arts, the two of them exchanged dozens of moves in an instant.
The more the woman fought, the more shocked she became. Her martial arts were already very high, and coupled with the Wave-like Subtle Steps, she could easily win even if she encountered an expert of the same level. Who knew that this bearded man in front of her not only had high martial arts, but his Lightness Skill also seemed to be slightly above hers.
At this moment, if there were outsiders observing from the side, they would probably be so shocked that their eyeballs would fall out. The woman used the Wave-like Subtle Steps to the extreme. Her whole body turned into a light white smoke, and her afterimages were everywhere. It was dazzling to look at, and no one could tell which one was her real body. Song Qingshu's movement technique was of a different style. He would often suddenly disappear in a certain place, and in the next moment, appear out of thin air in another impossible place.
Just like that, the two figures, one white and one white, intertwined with each other. After another dozen moves, the two figures suddenly separated.
"Your martial arts are only so-so." Although the woman was shocked, she still maintained a calm expression.
Song Qingshu didn't say anything, and only waved the white silk scarf in his hand proudly.
"Ah?" The woman's beautiful face instantly turned pale. She quickly reached out to touch her face, but the veil covering her face had already disappeared.
"Fairy sister?" Song QingShu blurted out when he saw the appearance of the woman in front of him. Back then, when he was trying to find the World Martial Arts Treasury, he had made a trip to the Infinite Jade Cave in Dali. There, he had seen a beautiful jade statue, and the woman in front of him actually looked similar to the jade statue.
"No, there seems to be something different." Song Qingshu shook his head. The jade statue was eighteen or nineteen years old, but the woman in front of him was in her thirties. The jade statue was beautiful and lively, but the woman in front of him was cold and elegant with a hint of enchanting.
"What's your relationship with Wang Yuyan?" Song Qingshu suddenly felt that the woman in front of him was more similar to Wang Yuyan than the jade statue.
"You know Yuyan?" The mysterious woman was stunned, but she quickly came to her senses. She shut her mouth and didn't say another word.
"As expected, it's related to Wang Yuyan. I just don't know who she is." Song Qingshu had a few guesses in his heart, but he quickly rejected them all.
"Just who are you?" The mysterious woman clearly had the same doubts as him.
Song Qingshu was just about to answer when suddenly there was a flash in front of him. A thick cloud of smoke rose up near her. When the smoke dissipated, the mysterious woman's figure was nowhere to be seen.
"I was actually made a fool of." Song Qingshu stood where he was, feeling extremely depressed.
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