Song QingShu stubbornly withstood every punch and kick that landed on his body. He calmly picked at the dishes and drank the wine as usual. Although under the opponent's punches and kicks, not a single mouthful of food or a glass of wine could enter his mouth smoothly.
"Good man!" At a table not far away, a boy about seven or eight years old stood up and said to a beautiful woman wrapped in a snow-white fur coat, "Mother, I want to save him."
The group of ruffians was tired of fighting, but Song Qingshu looked like a dead man, so they didn't have any energy to beat him. At this time, when they heard someone speak up, they immediately stopped and found it was a boy about seven or eight years old. They immediately burst into laughter, and when they saw the face of the woman next to him, they suddenly became lustful.
The leader of the ruffians opened his mouth and teased, "Yo, where did this beautiful girl come from? If you come and drink with me, I won't argue with you."
"Bastard, how dare you insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed a bench beside him and threw it at him.
The leader of the ruffians didn't expect that the boy would make a move, and in his carelessness, he was smashed. In a rage, he ordered his brothers to attack, "Beat them to death, don't touch that girl."
"Watch out!" Song Qingshu was beaten black and blue, so he couldn't see clearly what was going on over there. He only saw a few strong men pouncing on a child.
Seeing the people pouncing on him, the boy didn't panic. With a flash, he knocked down a ruffian, and then stood in the middle, letting the crowd surround him. After a few rounds of fighting, the crowd didn't gain the slightest advantage.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully and saw that the boy's moves were very short. Every time he raised his hands or kicked his feet, he didn't move more than half a foot. But his moves were very precise, and he didn't show any flaws, so the ruffians couldn't attack him at all.
Song Qingshu found that the boy's palm technique focused on defense, which was quite similar to the essence of Tai Chi Kung Fu. He wondered what the boy had to do with Wudang Sect. Considering his identity as an abandoned disciple of Wudang Sect, he planned to leave first to avoid the awkwardness.
However, he noticed that although the boy had the demeanor of a master, he was still young after all. He was at a disadvantage in terms of strength and was gradually falling into a disadvantageous position.
This made it difficult for him to leave. Seeing that they couldn't take down a child after so long, the ruffians felt a little embarrassed. One of them pulled out a knife and slashed at the boy.
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked. He grabbed a bench and rushed over. If the child died trying to save him, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.
The woman in the white fur coat also made a move. A white ribbon flew out and wrapped around the boy in the circle. She pulled him back and pulled him out of the circle. Chapter 12 Xiao Long Nu's son is already so big.
Seeing that Song Qingshu had fallen into a tight encirclement, he hesitated for a moment before lightly stepping on the table beside him and flying over. The bystanders only saw a flash of white light and the woman rushed into the circle. Song Qingshu felt his body become light and was sent to the boy's side by a gentle force.
Song QingShu hurriedly looked up and saw the white silk ribbon in the lady's hand was like a white dragon, circling and dancing in the air, crisscrossing up and down. He heard 'qiang lang', 'qiang lang', 'aiyo', 'aiyo', 'peng peng', peng peng ', and in the blink of an eye, the men's weapons were all seized by Madame's silk ribbon, and they all fell down the stairs.
Song Qingshu looked at the scene in front of him with his mouth agape. He didn't expect that this delicate looking woman's martial arts would be so powerful. He thought to himself, "This woman in white, using white silk as a weapon, could it be Xiao Long Nu?" Looking at the dignified boy beside him, Song Qingshu felt a little upset. He was originally full of fantasies about Xiao Long Nu, but he didn't expect that her son was already so big.
The woman nodded to Song Qingshu politely, then took the boy's hand and walked down the stairs. Song Qingshu couldn't help but swallow all the questions he had.
The boy turned back and made a face at him, shrugging his shoulders helplessly, which amused Song Qingshu.
After hesitating for a moment, Song Qingshu still decided to chase after them. Xiao Long Nu could be said to be the dream lover of all men. So what if she had a child now? Song Qingshu didn't want to miss this great opportunity to get to know her.
"Miss Long Nu, wait …" Song Qingshu chased after them, panting.
Hearing that he was obviously calling her, the woman stopped and looked back in confusion, "Young Master, did you get the wrong person? I don't believe in dragons. "
"Why did you call my mother 'Miss'?" The dignified boy glared at her angrily.
Song Qingshu was stunned. Wasn't it Xiao Long Nu? He quickly apologized, "Madam's attire and weapon are very similar to someone in my memory. Please forgive me, Madam. I am Song Qingshu, thank you for saving my life. "
The boy interrupted at this time, "It was me who saved you, but you didn't thank me. Instead, you thanked my mother. You must have seen my mother's beauty and had bad intentions. I thought you were a good man just now, but now it seems that you are just a lecher. "
His words made the two adults very embarrassed. The woman in white glared at her son, "Phère, don't talk nonsense!" After that, she cast an apologetic look at Song Qingshu, "The child is not sensible, Young Master, please don't mind him."
Hearing the woman call him Phère, an idea flashed in Song Qingshu's mind, and he blurted out, "Are you Lady Hu?"
The woman glanced at him warily. "I don't think I've seen you before, Young Master."
He squatted down, grabbed the boy's shoulders, and asked, "Are you the Flying Fox of the Snow Mountain, Hu Fei?"
The boy looked at him in surprise, "I am indeed Hu Fei, not some Flying Fox of the Snow Mountain. Eh, this name is quite impressive, I will use it as a nickname from now on!"
Lady Hu quietly pulled Hu Fei over and asked in a deep voice, "May I know why Young Master knows me and my son?"
"I have admired chivalrous and righteous people since I was young. After paying attention to them, I have a better understanding of some things in the martial world." Song Qingshu made up a random excuse. Suddenly, he frowned and looked at the crystal-like person in front of him, hesitantly asking, "But I heard that when Great Hero Hu died, Lady Hu also died because of love …"
Lady Hu smiled and looked at Hu Fei dotingly, "At that time, I was indeed prepared to follow Big Brother Hu, but when I pulled out the sword, Phère suddenly burst into tears. I suddenly thought that although Great Hero Miao is a gentleman, it is hard to guarantee that he is not a villain. So, I decided to raise Big Brother Hu's only child first. "
Song Qingshu did not expect the plot to change. It seemed that the butterfly effect of his time travel had begun to show. Just as he was worrying about the gains and losses, Hu Fei excitedly pulled his sleeve and looked at him expectantly, "You know my father?"
Song Qingshu came back to his senses. When he heard the question, he looked at the distant sky with a fascinated expression, "Liaodong Hu Yidao. When he met an evil person, he would stab him with his sword. He is a great hero that Song Mou has always admired. It is a pity that I did not have the chance to meet him."
Seeing that he was praising her husband, Lady Hu's expression could not help but soften. She seemed to recall the days when she and her husband were fighting for justice. A sweet smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Chapter 13- Uncle and Sister-in-law
Hearing that he admired her father so much, Hu Fei was also very happy. However, when she saw her mother's smile, she rolled her eyes, "Who knows if you are saying good things about my father because you saw me and my son."
"No, no!" Song Qingshu's expression was solemn and his tone was natural, "In today's world, the word 'hero' seems to be everywhere. However, I only recognize two and a half people who are truly heroes. "
"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world. I wonder which two and a half people have this special honor?" Lady Hu's interest was also piqued. Her cold expression changed.
"Guo Jing, who guarded Xiangyang, served the country and the people. He is worthy of being called a hero." Song Qingshu was thinking that it was a pity that he spent all his energy on the affairs of the country and neglected his family.
"Hero Guo is indeed a hero." Both mother and son nodded.
"The other half," Song QingShu deliberately kept them in suspense, "is the Godly Beggar of the Snow, Wu Liuqi, who has truly accepted the kindness of a meal, and will never forget it for the rest of his life. He is truly an extraordinary man." As for why it was only half, it was because Song Qingshu was not sure if the Wu Liuqi of this era was the Wu Liuqi written by Jin Yong or the Wu Liuqi of history.
"Although I have never heard of this person, as you said, he is indeed worthy of the two words' hero '." Lady Hu usually admired this kind of hero and couldn't help but show a strange light on her face.
"What about the other one?" The child couldn't hold it in. Seeing that Song Qingshu didn't continue, Hu Fei quickly asked, "What about the other one?"
Song Qingshu didn't say it directly. Instead, he recited a poem, "There is a hero in Liaodong, the hero Hu Yidao. His martial arts rule the world, his heroic spirit soars to the heavens. His spirit of loyalty fills the universe, his tender heart lingers. He provokes the envy of scholars, who hate to be friends with him. "
His words made Lady Hu's beautiful eyes shine. She looked at him deeply and said, "I thank you on behalf of my late husband for the poem." This time, she was really relieved. If the other party wasn't really familiar with and admired Hu Yidao's life, he wouldn't have written such an appropriate poem. It was only a few lines, but Lady Hu seemed to hear her husband's heroic laughter again. She couldn't help but feel her heart ache.
This time, the more Hu Fei looked at Song Qingshu, the more she liked him. Hearing that his poem was full of regret, her heroic spirit suddenly rose in her heart. She pulled Song Qingshu's sleeve and said solemnly, "Just now in the restaurant, I admired your heroic spirit. Although you don't have the strength to truss a chicken, you have a body of iron bones. If father saw you, he would definitely regret not meeting you earlier. Hearing that your tone is full of regret, I am willing to become sworn brothers with you on behalf of father. I wonder if you are willing? "
Lady Hu turned pale with fright and hurriedly tried to cover her son's mouth, "Phère, don't make trouble!"
As expected of the Flying Fox of the Snow Mountain, he has been so heroic since he was young. Song Qingshu laughed heartily.
Hearing that he admired her father so much, Hu Fei was also very happy. But when she saw her mother's smile, she rolled her eyes, "Who knows if you deliberately said good things about my father because you saw me and my son."
"No, no!" Song Qingshu's expression was solemn and his tone was natural, "In today's world, the word 'hero' seems to be everywhere. But I only recognize two and a half people who are truly heroes. "
"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world. I wonder which two and a half people have this special honor?" Lady Hu was also interested and her cold expression changed.
"Guo Jing, who guards Xiangyang, serves the country and the people, and is worthy of being called a hero." Song Qingshu was thinking that it was a pity that he spent all his energy on the affairs of the country and neglected his family.
"Hero Guo is indeed a hero." Both mother and son nodded.
"The other half," Song QingShu deliberately kept them in suspense, "is the Godly Beggar of the Snow, Wu Liuqi, who has truly accepted the kindness of a meal, and will never forget it for the rest of his life. He is truly an extraordinary man." As for why it was only half, it was because Song Qingshu was not sure whether the Wu Liuqi of this era was the Wu Liuqi written by Jin Yong or the Wu Liuqi of history.
"Although I have never heard of this person, as you said, he is indeed worthy of the two words' hero '." Lady Hu usually admired this kind of hero and couldn't help but show a strange light on her face.
"What about the other one?" The child couldn't hold it in. Seeing that Song Qingshu didn't continue, Hu Fei quickly asked, "What about the other one?"
Song Qingshu didn't say it directly, but instead recited a poem, "There is a hero in Liaodong, the hero Hu Yidao. His martial arts rule the world, his heroic spirit soars to the sky. The spirit of brotherhood fills the universe, tenderness lingers in the heart. Provokes the envy of scholars, hating not to be friends with him. "
His words made Lady Hu's beautiful eyes shine. She looked at him deeply, "I thank you on behalf of my late husband for the poem." This time she was really relieved. If the other party didn't really know and admire Hu Yidao's life, he wouldn't have written such an appropriate poem. In just a few lines, Lady Hu seemed to hear her husband's heroic laughter again, and her heart couldn't help but ache.
This time, the more Hu Fei looked at Song Qingshu, the more she liked him. Hearing that his poem was full of regret, her heroic spirit suddenly rose in her heart. She pulled Song Qingshu's sleeve and solemnly said, "Just now in the restaurant, I admired your heroic spirit. Although you don't have the strength to truss a chicken, you have a body of iron bones. If father saw you, he would definitely regret not having met you earlier. Hearing that your tone is full of regret, I am willing to become sworn brothers with you on behalf of father. I wonder if you are willing? "
Lady Hu turned pale with fright and hurriedly wanted to cover her son's mouth, "Phère, don't make trouble!"
As expected of the Flying Fox of the Snow Mountain, he was so heroic since he was young. Song Qingshu laughed heartily.
Hearing that he admired her father so much, Hu Fei was also very happy. However, seeing her mother's smile, she rolled her eyes, "Who knows if you deliberately said good things about my father because you saw us?"
"No, no!" Song Qingshu's expression was solemn and his tone was natural, "In today's world, the word 'hero' seems to be everywhere. However, I only recognize two and a half people who are truly heroes. "
"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world, I wonder which two and a half people have this special honor?" Lady Hu's interest was also piqued and her cold expression changed.
"Guo Jing, who guards Xiangyang, serves the country and the people, and is worthy of being called a hero." Song Qingshu was thinking that it was a pity that he spent all his energy on the affairs of the country and neglected his family.
"Hero Guo is indeed a hero." Both mother and son nodded.
"The other half," Song QingShu deliberately kept them in suspense, "is the Godly Beggar of the Snow, Wu Liuqi, who has truly accepted the kindness of a meal, and will never forget it for the rest of his life. He is truly an extraordinary man." As for why it was only half, it was because Song Qingshu was not sure if the Wu Liuqi of this era was the Wu Liuqi written by Jin Yong or the Wu Liuqi of history.
"Although I have never heard of this person, as you said, he is indeed worthy of the two words' hero '." Lady Hu usually admired this kind of hero and couldn't help but show a strange light on her face.
"What about the other one?" The child couldn't hold it in and seeing that Song Qingshu didn't continue, Hu Fei quickly asked, "What about the other one?"
Song Qingshu didn't say it directly but instead recited a poem, "There is a hero in Liaodong, the hero Hu Yidao. His martial arts rule the world, his heroic spirit soars to the sky. His spirit of brotherhood fills the universe, his tender heart coils. He provokes the envy of scholars, who hate not to be friends with him. "
His words made Lady Hu's beautiful eyes shine. She looked at him deeply and said, "I thank you on behalf of my late husband for the poem." This time, she was really relieved. If the other party wasn't really familiar with and admired Hu Yidao's life, it would be impossible for him to write such an appropriate poem. It was only a few lines, but Lady Hu seemed to hear her husband's heroic laughter again, and her heart couldn't help but ache.
This time, the more Hu Fei looked at Song Qingshu, the more she liked him. When she heard his poem was full of regret, her heroic spirit suddenly rose. She pulled Song Qingshu's sleeve and solemnly said, "Just now in the restaurant, I admired your heroic spirit. Although you don't have the strength to truss a chicken, you have a body of iron bones. If father saw you, he would definitely regret not having met you earlier. Hearing that your tone is full of regret, I am willing to become sworn brothers with you on behalf of father. I wonder if you are willing? "
Lady Hu turned pale with fright and hurriedly wanted to cover her son's mouth, "Phère, don't make trouble!"
As expected of the Flying Fox of the Snow Mountain, he has been so heroic since he was young. Song Qingshu laughed heartily.
Hearing him admire her father so much, Hu Fei was also very happy. But when she saw her mother's smile, she rolled her eyes, "Who knows if you deliberately said good things about my father because you saw me and my son."
"No, no!" Song Qingshu's expression was solemn, and his tone was natural, "In today's world, the word 'hero' seems to be everywhere. But I only recognize two and a half people who are truly heroes. "
"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world. I wonder which two and a half people have this special honor?" Lady Hu was also interested, and her cold expression changed.
"Guo Jing, who guards Xiangyang, serves the country and the people, and is worthy of being called a hero." Song Qingshu was thinking that it was a pity that he spent all his energy on the affairs of the country, and neglected his family.
"Hero Guo is indeed a hero." Both mother and son nodded.
"The other half," Song QingShu deliberately kept them in suspense, "is the Godly Beggar of the Snow, Wu Liuqi, who has truly accepted the kindness of a meal, and will never forget it for the rest of his life. He is truly an extraordinary man." As for why it was only half, it was because Song Qingshu was not sure if the Wu Liuqi of this era was the Wu Liuqi written by Jin Yong, or the Wu Liuqi of history.
"Although I have never heard of this person, as you said, he is indeed worthy of the word 'hero'." Lady Hu usually admired this kind of hero, and her face could not help but shine.
"What about the other one?" The child could not hold back, and seeing that Song Qingshu did not continue, Hu Fei quickly asked.
Song Qingshu did not speak directly, but instead recited a poem, "There is a hero in Liaodong, the hero Hu Yidao. His martial arts rule the world, his heroic spirit soars to the sky. The spirit of brotherhood fills the universe, tenderness coils in the heart. Provokes the envy of scholars, hating not to be friends. "
His words made Lady Hu's beautiful eyes shine, and she looked at him deeply, "I thank you on behalf of my late husband for the poem." This time she was really relieved. If the other party was not really familiar with and admired Hu Yidao's life, he would not have written such an appropriate poem. It was only a few lines, but Lady Hu seemed to hear her husband's heroic laughter again, and her heart could not help but ache.
This time, the more Hu Fei looked at Song Qingshu, the more she liked him. Hearing that his poem was full of regret, she suddenly felt heroic. She pulled Song Qingshu's sleeve and solemnly said, "Just now in the restaurant, I admired your heroic spirit. Although you do not have the strength to truss a chicken, you have a body of iron bones. If father saw you, he would definitely regret not meeting you earlier. Hearing that your tone is full of regret, I am willing to become sworn brothers with you on behalf of father. I wonder if you are willing? "
Lady Hu turned pale with fright, and hurriedly wanted to cover her son's mouth, "Phère, don't make trouble!"
As expected of the Flying Fox of the Snow Mountain, he has been so heroic since childhood. Song Qingshu laughed heartily.
Hearing that he admired her father so much, Hu Fei was also very happy, but seeing her mother's smile, she rolled her eyes, "Who knows if you deliberately said good things about my father because you saw us?"
"No, no!" Song Qingshu's expression was solemn, and his tone was natural, "In today's world, the word 'hero' seems to be everywhere. However, I only recognize two and a half people who are truly heroes. "
"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world, I wonder which two and a half people have this honor?" Lady Hu's interest was also piqued, and her previous cold expression changed.
"Guo Jing, who guarded Xiangyang, served the country and the people, and was worthy of being called a hero." Song Qingshu was thinking that it was a pity that he spent all his energy on the affairs of the country, and neglected his family.
"Hero Guo is indeed a hero." Both mother and son nodded.
"The other half," Song QingShu deliberately kept them in suspense, "is the Godly Beggar of the Snow, Wu Liuqi, who has truly accepted the kindness of a meal, and will never forget it for the rest of his life. He is truly an extraordinary man." As for why it was half, it was because Song Qingshu was not sure if the Wu Liuqi of this era was the Wu Liuqi written by Jin Yong, or the Wu Liuqi of history.
"Although I have never heard of this person, as you said, he is indeed worthy of the two words' hero '." Lady Hu usually admired this kind of hero, and her face couldn't help but shine.
"What about the other one?" The child couldn't hold it in, and seeing that Song Qingshu didn't continue, Hu Fei quickly asked.
Song Qingshu didn't speak directly, but instead recited a poem, "There is a hero in Liaodong, the hero Hu Yidao. His martial arts rule the world, his heroic spirit soars to the sky. His spirit of loyalty fills the universe, and tenderness lingers in the heart. He provokes the envy of scholars, and makes them hate not to be friends. "
His words made Lady Hu's beautiful eyes shine, and she looked at him deeply, "I thank you on behalf of my late husband for the poem." This time, she was really relieved. If the other party wasn't really familiar with and admired Hu Yidao's life, he wouldn't have written such an appropriate poem. It was only a few lines, but Lady Hu seemed to hear her husband's heroic laughter again, and her heart couldn't help but ache.
This time, the more Hu Fei looked at Song Qingshu, the more she liked him. Hearing that his poem was full of regret, her heroic spirit suddenly rose. She pulled Song Qingshu's sleeve and solemnly said, "Just now in the restaurant, I admired your heroic spirit. Although you don't have the strength to truss a chicken, you have a body of iron bones. If father saw you, he would definitely regret not meeting you earlier. Hearing that your tone is full of regret, I am willing to become sworn brothers with you on behalf of father. I wonder if you are willing? "
Lady Hu turned pale with fright, and hurriedly wanted to cover her son's mouth, "Phère, don't make trouble!"
As expected of the Flying Fox of the Snow Mountain, he has been so heroic since he was young. Song Qingshu laughed heartily.
Hearing that he admired her father so much, Hu Fei was also very happy, but seeing her mother's smile, she rolled her eyes, "Who knows if you deliberately said good things about my father because you saw me and my son."
"No, no!" Song Qingshu's expression was solemn, and his tone was natural, "In today's world, the word 'hero' seems to be everywhere. However, I only recognize two and a half people who are truly heroes. "
"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world, I wonder which two and a half people have this special honor?" Lady Hu was also interested, and her cold expression changed.
"Guo Jing, who guards Xiangyang, serves the country and the people, and is worthy of being called a hero." Song Qingshu was thinking that it was a pity that he spent all his energy on the affairs of the country, and neglected his family.
"Hero Guo is indeed a hero." Both mother and son nodded.
"The other half," Song QingShu deliberately kept them in suspense, "is the Godly Beggar of the Snow, Wu Liuqi, who has truly accepted the kindness of a meal, and will never forget it for the rest of his life. He is truly an extraordinary man." As for why it was only half, it was because Song Qingshu was not sure whether the Wu Liuqi of this era was the Wu Liuqi written by Jin Yong, or the Wu Liuqi of history.
"Although I have never heard of this person, as you said, he is indeed worthy of the word 'hero'." Lady Hu usually admired this kind of hero, and could not help but show a strange light on her face.
"What about the other one?" The child could not hold it in, and seeing that Song Qingshu did not continue, Hu Fei quickly asked.
Song Qingshu did not speak directly, but instead recited a poem, "There is a hero in Liaodong, the hero Hu Yidao. His martial arts rule the world, his heroic spirit soars to the sky. The spirit of brotherhood fills the universe, tenderness lingers in the heart. Provokes the envy of scholars, hating not to be friends with him. "
His words made Lady Hu's beautiful eyes shine, and she looked at him deeply, "I thank you on behalf of my late husband for the poem." This time she was really relieved. If the other party was not really familiar with and admired Hu Yidao's life, he would not have written such an appropriate poem. It was only a few lines, but Lady Hu seemed to hear her husband's heroic laughter again, and her heart could not help but ache.
This time, the more Hu Fei looked at Song Qingshu, the more she liked him. Hearing that his poem was full of regret, her heroic spirit suddenly rose. She pulled Song Qingshu's sleeve and solemnly said, "Just now in the restaurant, I admired your heroic spirit. Although you do not have the strength to truss a chicken, you have a body of iron bones. If father saw you, he would definitely regret not meeting you earlier. Hearing that your tone is full of regret, I am willing to become sworn brothers with you on behalf of father. I wonder if you are willing? "
Lady Hu turned pale with fright, and quickly wanted to cover her son's mouth, "Phère, don't make trouble!"
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