Just like the young girl in red's initial choice, Song Qingshu similarly stretched out his palm and pushed it forward. As soon as his palm came into contact with the crowd of beggars, he instantly felt a strong force coming towards him.
Song Qingshu nodded to himself. The Beggar Clan obviously did not have many martial art masters, but they were able to stand tall in Jianghu for so many years and become one of the top clans. Sure enough, they had some tricks up their sleeves. This Wall Fortifying Formation was similar to the Tantric Buddhism's joint attack method.
Even though he had never fought against the Five Clowns of the Tibetan Border, he had dealt with the masters of the Tantric Buddhism in the Ruyang Palace, so he had the most right to speak. The Tantric Buddhism used a secret method to superimpose everyone's internal energy on one person. Even though the Beggar Sect's Wall Fortifying Formation was not so ingenious in superimposing internal energy, it made use of weight and charging to make up for the shortcomings, so the effect was not much different.
Of course, with Song Qingshu's current level of cultivation, a dozen or so Beggar Clan experts working together was not a problem for him. As long as he exerted his strength, these people would either have their bones broken or be seriously injured. However, considering that this time the girl in red only had herself to blame, he did not want to hurt her. Thereupon he used the 'stick' spell, following the momentum of their charge, he pulled them backward. In that instant, the group of people lost their balance and staggered backward toward his back. At this time, another group of people behind Song Qingshu was charging toward them. They were not able to stop their steps and collided with each other, causing the group of people to tumble backward.
In the blink of an eye, a large number of them had fallen to the ground. Naturally, the Wall Fortifying Formation could no longer be set up. The Eight Bags Elder was experienced and knowledgeable. He hurriedly stopped the rest of his subordinates from rushing over and said, "So we've met an expert today. Would you be able to leave behind ten thousand children?"
Song Qingshu chuckled. "What? Do you want to find more experts to take revenge?" He was very clear about the enmity between that Song Qingshu and the Jiangnan Beggar Clan. Song Qingshu was completely dragged into the muddy water by the Beggar Clan, he lost his standing and reputation. Moreover, at the Lion-slaying Assembly, the Jiangnan Beggar Clan's Zhi Fa Zhanglao and Zhang Bo Longtou died under Song Qingshu's Jiu Yin Bai Gu Claw; this could be considered as a blood feud. Once the other party found out about his identity, it would probably be a fight to the death. He didn't want to see such a headache.
The eight-pouched elder's face turned red. "I wouldn't dare."
Song Qingshu waved his hand and said, "You can go now. I have some connections with the Beggar Sect, so I won't make things difficult for you." At this moment, Huang Rong's charming face appeared in his mind. He wondered if she would be angry if she knew that he was making things difficult for her disciples and grand-disciples for a strange woman.
That eight pouch elder saw that although his martial arts were high, he was still polite and courteous, so naturally he knew when to stop. After cupping his hands, he called for the disciples to support each other and leave.
After the people of the Beggar Clan retreated, Song Qingshu unsealed the girl's acupoints. Before he could say anything, the girl in red took the initiative to attack, "Who told you to be a busybody!"
Song Qingshu was startled. He saw that she was glaring at him angrily, as if he had ruined something good.
With a cold snort, the girl turned around and left.
"Stop!" Song Qingshu said lightly.
"What? Do you want me to be grateful to you?" The girl in red said coldly.
Song Qingshu secretly shook his head. This girl must have been spoiled since she was a child, causing her mood to change. "There's no need for that. But today's incident was caused by you. Now that so many things have been damaged in this inn, you have to compensate the innkeeper for their losses."
Hearing his words, the girl's face turned green and then red. She took out an ingot of gold and threw it on the ground. "This is more than enough to compensate them." With a cold snort, she jumped out of the window and quickly disappeared around the corner.
"Thank you, young master." The innkeeper ran out and thanked Song Qingshu. "Waiter, quickly bring a new jar of good wine for young master."
"No need." Song Qingshu smiled. Now that things had come to this, he was not in the mood to drink. He left an ingot of silver and floated away.
In the wuxia novels he had read in his previous life, his biggest regret was that the people of the pugilistic world often fought and killed in inns and inns. Who knew how many pots, bowls, ladles, tables, and chairs were destroyed. The innkeepers worked hard to run their businesses, so why did they have to suffer such an undeserved disaster?
Because he was an ordinary person in his previous life, he often thought from the perspective of an ordinary person. He couldn't be like those privileged people who didn't care about these things at all.
"I'm such a hypocrite ~" Walking on the street, Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. All these years, he had been knocking on the doors of widows at night, bullying men and women, and so on. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't be considered a good person. He was the typical example of a prostitute who still wanted to maintain a chastity.
"Who cares, as long as my heart is at peace." Unknowingly, Song Qingshu had already arrived at the Imperial Censor's Mansion.
Previously, he had racked his brains but couldn't think of a way to persuade Shi Miyuan to help him initiate the impeachment of Moqi Ruo. After thinking it over, he realized that the main reason was that he lacked sufficient information. He didn't even know what kind of person Shi Miyuan was, so it would be difficult to drug him.
Not long after he handed over the visiting card, the gatekeeper ran back and said, "Prince Song, my master invites you in."
"Looks like my luck isn't bad. I didn't have to wait as long as I did at Li Shouzhong's place." Song Qingshu smiled faintly. However, what caught his attention was that the gatekeeper's expression was a little strange when he mentioned his master.
Originally, he wanted to sound the gatekeeper out, but soon, another servant came out to lead the way, so he didn't have the chance to ask.
"Fine, so what if it's a dragon's pool or a tiger's den?" Song Qingshu shrugged, throwing his doubts to the back of his mind.
After leading Song Qingshu to the study, the servant told him that his master was waiting inside, then took his leave.
When he pushed the door open, he was stunned. He had met Shi Miyuan once in the imperial court, so he naturally remembered his appearance. However, the person standing in the study wasn't him. In fact, it wasn't even a man. It was the red-clothed young lady from the restaurant.
"It's you?"
"It's you!"
Both of them said in unison.
"Are you Song Qingshu?" The red-clothed young lady seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness that happened in the inn before. She trotted over and looked at him for a while, nodding, "No wonder your martial arts are so high …"
"Young lady, you are?" Song Qingshu already had a guess in his heart.
"Shi Miyuan is my father." The red-clothed young lady's answer made Song Qingshu speechless. How could she call her father's name directly? However, considering her careless temper, it was understandable.
"It turns out that you are Miss Xiangyun." Shi Miyuan had only one daughter, so he was cared for like a pearl in the palm. This was a well-known fact in Lin 'an City. Therefore, although she didn't introduce her name, Song Qingshu had already known it clearly.
However, although Shi Xiangyun had the naivety described in "Dream of the Red Chamber", she was much more unruly and capricious than Shi Xiangyun. This difference might be caused by the change of family background.
"I heard that you went to the sky to pray for rain last night. Can you tell me how you did it?" Shi Xiangyun blinked her big eyes and looked at Song Qingshu curiously.
"That's just a coincidence. I've always been lucky." Although the principle of rain was not a secret in his previous life, it was still very useful to use it to render mysterious in this era. Song Qingshu was not stupid enough to talk about it with strangers.
"I guess so." Shi Xiangyun felt as if a huge stone had been lifted from her heart. Her whole person relaxed, and there was even a charming smile on her face.
Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing. This little girl must be worried about her lover, for fear that someone was better than her lover.
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