The moon was dark and the wind was strong. It was the perfect weather to commit murder, commit arson, and commit adultery.
Song Qingshu, dressed in black, stood on top of a hill, letting the cold wind blow on his body. He stared intently at the Three-Saint Nunnery in the distant valley.
Estimating that the person inside had already fallen asleep, Song QingShu leaped up, his body drifting along with the wind. When his strength was exhausted, he would step on a leaf lightly, and his body would leap several feet forward.
When he quietly jumped into the Three-Saint Nunnery, he looked back at the distance he had traveled and sighed sincerely, "Leaving no trace in the sand is indeed the best Qinggong in the world."
After checking the surroundings and finding that he hadn't alerted anyone, Song Qingshu revealed a satisfied smile. He continued to hide his body and sneaked all the way to Chen Yuanyuan's room.
"In ancient times, this kind of window can't prevent thieves or peeping. I really don't know what it's used for." Staring at the paper-covered window in front of him, Song Qingshu didn't dare to say anything. He hurriedly imitated the trick he had seen on TV. He dipped his finger in some saliva and poked it gently, silently piercing through the paper window. Then he moved his eyes closer to look inside.
The room was dark. He could vaguely see two people lying on the bed. Song Qingshu suddenly felt very disappointed, "Could it be Chen Yuanyuan and her adulterer? Although this woman is pitiful, she is not a chaste woman. Many times, she really only has herself to blame. "
Although he sighed, he still remembered the purpose of this trip. Opening the window, Song Qingshu gently jumped in. As soon as he landed, he saw one of the people on the bed turn over as if she had sensed something. Song Qingshu's pupils shrank. He used all his strength to kick back and rushed over like a sharp arrow. In a flash, he hit the sleeping acupoints of the two people on the bed. Only then did he secretly let out a sigh of relief.
The soft touch from his fingertips stunned Song Qingshu. With the help of the faint moonlight, he looked down.
Under the layers of gauze curtains on the ancient sandalwood bed, a young girl's quilt slid down, revealing her white silk bra. Her silky black hair gently spread over it like water, contrasting against her snow-white skin. In his sleep, his long eyelashes trembled with each breath. When he saw that beautiful face, Song Qingshu suddenly realized, "So the other person is Ah Ke."
Picking up a corner of the blanket, Song Qingshu gently covered her as he muttered to himself, "I've sinned, I've sinned. I only came for the 'Forty-two-chapter Sutra', I really didn't mean to take advantage of you. Now that the weather is getting colder, I will cover you with a blanket to prevent the cold from entering your body. Take it as my apology for offending you this time. "
After covering it, Song Qingshu turned his head and prepared to inspect where the Forty-two-chapter Sutra was placed. "Oh my god!" The beautiful scenery that greeted his eyes almost made Song Qingshu have a nosebleed.
He could vaguely see Chen Yuanyuan's graceful figure lying on the bed. Her silhouette was faintly discernible under the hazy gauze dress. Her snow-white twin peaks stood erect, the gauze dress unable to conceal her loftiness. Her eyebrows were like crescent moons and curved like willow leaves. Her expression was tranquil as she lay there. Her vermilion lips were red without being painted, and her eyebrows were black without being painted. She was indeed a femme fatale that could make men fly into a rage.
"I heard that you have a white jade beauty, sculpted by a skillful hand. I can't help but yearn for it. Chapter 146: Sleeping Beauty
For some reason, Bandit Marshal Chu Liuxiang's opening speech suddenly appeared in Song Qingshu's mind.
"Ai, although I'm lecherous, I don't want to be a lecherous thief." With great willpower, Song Qingshu restrained himself and wholeheartedly searched for the sutra. Finally, he saw the Forty-two-chapter Sutra under Chen Yuanyuan's pillow.
Song Qingshu pursed his lips and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached out to grab the nape of Chen Yuanyuan's neck and gently lifted her up, letting her body lean against his chest. He reached out with his other hand to retrieve the sutra under the pillow and replaced the one he forged.
Just as he was about to put Chen Yuanyuan down, he smelled a delicate fragrance coming from her body. He felt that the beauty in his arms was exceptionally soft, as if she didn't have any bones. For a moment, he was actually somewhat reluctant to let go.
"Lecherous thief, come out and accept your death!" An angry male voice outside the window startled Song Qingshu. He hurriedly put the Forty-two-chapter Sutra into his bosom and rather reluctantly put Chen Yuanyuan on the bed. He jumped out of the window and vigilantly watched the person in the courtyard.
He saw that the person was about fifty or sixty years old, wearing coarse clothes and pants. His head was wrapped with a white cloth and his waist was wrapped with a wide green cloth belt. He wore straw sandals on his feet and had a worried expression on his face. His eyebrows were drooping and his eyes were downcast. He was dressed like a peasant. But Song Qingshu didn't dare to look down on him. Just now, he heard the other party's voice was full of energy. It was obvious that he was an expert.
"Who are you, sire? I didn't expect such an expert to be hiding in the small Three Holy Nunnery." Song QingShu focused his attention and gathered his chi, he was secretly on guard. Suddenly he was somewhat enlightened; Wu Sangui left this kind of enchanting and charming wife in the wilderness, he must have sent someone to protect her.
"I've long forgotten my name. Even if I remembered, I wouldn't tell a lowly lecherous thief like you." The peasant looked at Song Qingshu with disdain.
"Although I quite enjoy the feeling of being called a lecherous thief by a beautiful woman, being called a lecherous thief by a sloppy old man like you is always so strange. If the people of our generation heard this, they might think that I've done something to your chrysanthemum." The more Song Qingshu spoke, the more disgusted he felt. He hurriedly spat on the ground.
The peasant looked puzzled. He had planted some chrysanthemums in the vegetable garden, but they were obviously not damaged at all. Even if a few were destroyed, it wouldn't be a big deal … But soon, he remembered what the other party had done to the woman he missed so much in the room. He couldn't help but angrily say, "Little thief, I haven't used a knife for decades. Today, in order to enforce justice on behalf of heaven, I'll make an exception."
A cold light flashed, and a set of fierce and ruthless knife skills came slashing over. Song Qingshu didn't want to expose his identity, so he didn't bring his wooden sword with him. Feeling the cold and threatening knife Qi coming at him, he didn't dare to block it with his bare hands. He could only break off a small branch next to him and raise his spirits. Using the branch as a sword, he countered each move. The two people's knives and swords alternated between fast and slow. Sometimes, they clashed dozens of times like a chain of beads. Sometimes, they turned around and didn't exchange a single move.
After dozens of moves, the two separated. The peasant looked at Song Qingshu in shock and said, "Legend has it that grass, wood, bamboo, and stone can all be used as swords … Your swordsmanship is incomparably exquisite.
Why did you degrade yourself and become a shameless perverted thief in the Wulin world? "
The shock in Song Qingshu's heart was no less than the peasant's; he hastily called out, "I remember who you are, you are the Hundred Victory Saber King, Hu Yizhi, but why do you use the Hu family's saber?"
The Hundred Victory Saber King, Hu Yizhi, nicknamed the 'Beautiful Saber King', was rumored to be the most handsome man in the Wulin world. But one time in Chengdu, he accidentally saw Chen Yuanyuan and was immediately infatuated with her, unable to extricate himself. When Chen Yuanyuan was in the Ping Xi Wang Mansion, he disguised himself as a gardener in the mansion, helping her plant flowers and pull weeds. When Chen Yuanyuan went to the San Sheng Nunnery, Hu Yizhi followed her to work as a cook.
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