Hearing the vulgar whistles around her, Huang Rong suddenly felt ashamed and angry. At this time, she suddenly realized that although Song QingShu was also like this sometimes … this frivolous to her, compared to these vulgar and vulgar people, she felt much better.
"Turn around and let brother see." Seeing that Huang Rong was standing in the same spot, the guard was dissatisfied and walked in front of her with large strides.
When he saw her appearance, the guard was first startled, then shocked. Although Song QingShu's rough version of the disguise was somewhat similar, it would not be able to withstand such a close look from an acquaintance. The guard clearly recognized that she was not the palace maid from before. His hand instantly pressed on the saber at his waist, and his mouth subconsciously opened, wanting to call out.
At this time, Song Qingshu suddenly blocked in front of Huang Rong and looked at her with a smile. "What happened?"
The guard was startled and a trace of confusion flashed through his eyes. His hand on the hilt of the knife gradually loosened. "No … nothing, you can go."
Song QingShu faintly smiled and gave Huang Rong a meaningful look. The two of them walked out of the courtyard one after the other. When they turned into a long corridor, Song QingShu put his arm around her waist and used his lightness kung fu to quickly move around the palace.
Only when they arrived at a relatively safe place did Song Qingshu put down the beauty in his arms. He gently said, "Okay, it's all right now."
Huang Rong's face was slightly red and she unnaturally brushed the hair that had fallen by her ear. "Just now, you used the Soul Shifting Technique?"
"Yes, I didn't want to have a direct confrontation with those guards, so I could only do this." Song Qingshu shrugged.
Huang Rong, on the other hand, was secretly shocked. In that instant, Song QingShu had controlled the mind of a highly skilled guard. Her Great Soul Transfer Technique was like the difference between clouds and mud compared to his.
"In the future, you are not allowed to use the Soul Shifting Technique on me!" Huang Rong glared at Song Qingshu with an inexplicable fear in her heart.
Song QingShu chuckled. "That depends on the situation. If you annoy me, I'll use the Soul Transfer Technique on you and make you love me to death for the rest of your life. You'll become my slave and do shameless things on the bed every day … Eh, why is it getting more and more interesting the more I talk about it?"
"You bastard!" Huang Rong angrily grabbed the hairpin on her head and threw it at him.
Song QingShu easily dodged the attack and laughed out loud. "Alright, alright. Quickly take off the palace maid's clothes. Let's return to the Martial Arts Competition Hall. Who knows, the victor might have been decided by now."
Huang Rong gritted her teeth. She knew that they were not out of danger yet. She could only follow his instructions and take off the palace maid's clothes, revealing the servant's clothes that she had worn before.
Song Qingshu stared at her for a long time. Then, he walked over and tied up her messy hair. He then took out a hat to cover her black hair. "En, this should be enough."
"Will I be recognized like this?" Huang Rong pulled the lower edge of the hat and asked guiltily. Just now, when the other's hand stroked her hair, that touch still made her heart palpitate.
"Don't worry. Even if Brother Guo came now, he wouldn't be able to recognize you." Song Qingshu smiled. He took her hand and walked in the direction of the Martial Arts Hall.
Song Qingshu returned to his original appearance. Because of his distinguished status, the guards didn't dare to stop him. As for the attendants behind him, they naturally wouldn't attract attention.
At this time, the competition had already reached its climax. Everyone's attention was attracted, so no one noticed the arrival of Song Qingshu and Huang Rong.
After returning to his seat and sitting down, Song Qingshu arranged for Huang Rong to stand behind him. At the same time, he secretly used Secret Voice-sending to say, "I'll have to trouble you to stand here for a while. When the competition is over and the civil and military officials leave the palace, I'll take the opportunity to take you out."
"En." Huang Rong made an almost imperceptible sound. Although her physical strength had weakened after her pregnancy, Song Qingshu had just released the seal in her body. Now that she had recovered her internal strength, she could stand like this for a while.
Seeing that she was fine, Song Qingshu's attention returned to the two who were competing. It could be seen that Murong Fu had already performed beyond his usual level. From time to time, he used the essence of the sword techniques of various sects, and the connection between sword techniques was also natural. Unfortunately, Linghu Chong's Nine Strategies Beyond the Swords were too amazing. The more extraordinary Murong Fu performed, the more exquisite the Nine Strategies Beyond the Swords became. Some of the spectators who had good eyesight were all amazed by the sword techniques of the two, which were really rare in the world.
Han Xingzhou saw that Song Qingshu had come back and greeted him. At this time, seeing that Murong Fu was gradually being forced into a corner, he was even happier. He came over and whispered to Song Qingshu, "Before, I asked Tiande to show weakness to the enemy. At the beginning, Murong Fu's attacks were like a storm, and Jia Shidao was very happy to see it. Now that Tiande is gradually exerting his strength, you can see that his eyebrows are furrowed like the character 'Chuan'. Hahahaha, how satisfying!"
Hearing that, Song Qingshu looked over to Jia Shidao and found that his face was indeed as gloomy as water. Beside him, Prince Beijing seemed to be explaining something to him. Song Qingshu couldn't help but laugh secretly. Han Xingzhou usually looked very calm, but now that he had successfully defeated Jia Shidao, he was as happy as a child.
Han Xingzhou said a few words to Song Qingshu, then sat up straight and began to whisper with other friends around him. Huang Rong took the opportunity to whisper to Song Qingshu, "Humph, if Brother Jing were here, neither of them would be a match for him."
"That's not necessarily true." Song Qingshu didn't say anything. It shouldn't be a problem for Guo Jing to defeat Murong Fu, but Linghu Chong's Nine Strategies Beyond the Swords were too amazing. Combined with the Yi Jinjing and the Absorbing Stars Grand Method, Guo Jing might not be able to defeat him.
At that moment, there was an exclamation in the field. It turned out that when Linghu Chong's and Murong Fu's swords met, Linghu Chong had used an unexpected angle to knock away his opponent's long sword.
"He won!" Han Xingzhou clapped his hands and laughed. He was about to stand up.
Song Qingshu, however, frowned and said, "Not necessarily!"
Han Xingzhou was stunned and asked subconsciously, "According to our intelligence, Murong Fu is best at swordsmanship. Now that his sword has been knocked away, is he still going to refuse to admit defeat?"
Song Qingshu didn't answer. He only pursed his lips and gestured for Han Xingzhou to see for himself. Han Xingzhou looked over with confusion, and his eyes instantly widened. It turned out that after Murong Fu's long sword was knocked away, he didn't look upset at all. Instead, he attacked Linghu Chong with his palms flying.
After Linghu Chong knocked away his opponent's long sword, he thought the fight was over and subconsciously relaxed a little. He didn't expect that his opponent's palm strength would surge like a stormy sea, and its power was even greater than the sword technique he had used before! In a hurry, he was quite embarrassed. If it weren't for his excellent fighting instincts, he would have been injured several times by his opponent.
"Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms?" Huang Rong blurted out, her eyes full of shock.
"Yes, it is indeed Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms." Song Qingshu nodded. Among the Nine Strategies Beyond the Swords, Linghu Chong was best at the Sword-breaking Style. Now, facing the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, which was also a unique skill of Wulin, Linghu Chong couldn't use it well and gradually fell into a disadvantage.
"How can he know the unique skills of our Beggar Gang?" Huang Rong was shocked. It must be known that Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms and Dog Beating Staff Technique were the secret skills of Beggar Gang that were not passed on to others. Usually, only a few people, such as the Sect Leader and the Elder Who Taught Their Skills knew all the martial arts in the world. Could it be that Gusu's Murong Clan really knew all the martial arts in the world as the rumors said?
Song Qingshu smiled. "I taught him."
"You taught him?" Huang Rong was even more shocked.
Song Qingshu didn't say anything. The scene of him teaching Murong Fu Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms appeared in his mind. It turned out that when he first transmigrated, his meridians were all broken, and in the end, he was able to change his fate. Murong Fu had helped him a lot. Unfortunately, the two of them gradually took different paths, and they even began to stand against each other. To settle the debt of gratitude they had for each other in the past, Song Qingshu helped Murong Fu multiple times. In the end, he even gave him the manual for Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm.
When she saw Song QingShu's unfathomable expression, Huang Rong sighed in her heart. Big Brother Jing had learned many ultimate techniques, and Song QingShu knew the most important ones, Nine Yin Manual and Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm. But those two martial arts were not Song QingShu's most important martial arts. From this, it could be seen just how great the difference between them was.
"Qingshu, do you think Tiande will be okay?" Han Zhuozhou had just been laughing at Jia Shidao, and now it was his turn. He was also worried. After all, the outcome of this battle would affect the two of them too much.
After watching for a while, Song Qingshu answered, "Murong Fu's chance of winning is to suddenly use Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms … Wu Tiande will be caught off guard. It's a pity that he hasn't been able to turn his advantage into a victory. When Wu Tiande recovers, I'm afraid he won't be far from losing."
Hearing this, Han Xingzhou let out a sigh of relief. "Given Qingshu's martial arts, if he said this, then he must be right."
At that moment, Huang Rong was also watching the battle closely. Because she was used to Hong Qigong and Guo Jing's Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, she felt that something was wrong with Murong Fu. His moves were too fast, and he paid too much attention to the finesse of the moves.
She had heard her husband say that the essence of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms was in the palm power, not the moves. The palm power had to be fast and slow, and the palm power had to be fast and slow to be considered great. Murong Fu's pursuit of speed had obviously gone astray.
At this moment, when Huang Rong heard Song QingShu's answer to Han Zhuozhou, she couldn't help but admire his eyesight. It should be known that she had faintly felt that Murong Fu was going to lose because she was too familiar with the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. However, Song QingShu was able to make such a decisive judgment with just one glance.
As expected, not long after Song Qingshu had finished speaking, Linghu Chong noticed that Murong Fu's palm technique had begun to repeat itself. He keenly grasped the opening, and the sword in his hand moved like a flying immortal from the heavens, coming from an impossible angle, pressing against Murong Fu's throat.
Murong Fu's body instantly froze, and his expression instantly became extremely ugly. Earlier, he had intentionally knocked the sword out of his hand. Now that his vital point was under control, if the opponent's sword had moved an inch further, he would have been bleeding. Even a three-year-old child could see who had won and who had lost.
"The outcome has been decided. Please stop!" Receiving a signal from Zhao Gou, Ding Dian, who was carrying the imperial weapon, said loudly.
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