Song Qingshu's wooden sword was specialized in piercing people's acupoints. The person who was pierced would feel numb and lose the ability to fight in an instant, but it wouldn't kill him. Coming from a modern society, he couldn't treat people's lives as worthless.
The alarm on the mountain rang, but Song Qingshu didn't care. He broke through three iron gates and came to a cliff perpendicular to the ground. He noticed the bamboo basket hanging in the air and realized that the top of the cliff was the Hall of Accomplishment, the center of the Sun Moon Sect.
Although the bamboo basket had been kept in the air because of the alarm, it wasn't a problem for Song Qingshu. For him, it was much easier to borrow strength from solid soil than soft water.
He used the Cloud Ladder and jumped up. When he felt that his strength was about to run out, he tiptoed on the cliff wall and jumped up a lot.
Along the way, he could see light clouds floating over his head. After a while, he entered the clouds and the people below could no longer be seen.
After taking four breaths along the way, Song Qingshu finally came to the top of the cliff. The first thing that came into view was a huge white marble archway. On the archway, there were four golden words: "Blessed by the Common People". They shone in golden light under the sun, making people feel deep respect. Song Qingshu laughed to himself, "No one in the martial arts world can match Invincible East's extravagance. Shaolin Temple and Mount Song can't even compare, let alone Mount Hua and Mount Heng. " It was clear that she had great ambitions, not to mention ordinary sect leaders. "I wonder what Kangxi would think of Invincible East if he saw this scene."
The people at the top of the cliff had already been warned and were ready for battle. Seeing him come up, they surrounded him. Song Qingshu didn't want to fight anymore and said loudly, "Who's in charge here? Come out and answer me. "
"Sect Elder Bao Dachu, what can I do for you?" A short and fat middle-aged man came out of the crowd.
Song Qingshu saw that his breathing was even and his eyes were bright. His cultivation was probably not below that of the Five Mountain Sect Leader. He secretly sighed that the Sun Moon Sect was indeed full of hidden talents.
"Where's Ren Woxing? Why hasn't he come out yet?" Song Qingshu was trapped in a tight encirclement, but he wasn't worried at all. If he couldn't beat them, he could just run away. He believed that no one in the Sun Moon Sect could catch up to him except for Dongfang Bubai.
"You're a subordinate of that traitor Ren Woxing?" Bao Dachu glared at Song Qingshu and asked, "You're a subordinate of that traitor Ren Woxing?"
Seeing him call Ren Woxing by his name, Song Qingshu let out a sigh of relief. It seemed like Ren Woxing's group hadn't attacked the mountain yet. He immediately said in a pleasant tone, "It seems like it's a misunderstanding. I'm a friend of your Dongfang Cult Master, I hope Elder Bao can pass a message to me."
Bao Dachu didn't dare to believe him. He signaled his subordinates to surround him and said, "If you want to see Cult Leader, you should first surrender." Song Qingshu didn't want to fight with these loyal subordinates of Dongfang Bubai and let Ren Woxing take advantage of him. When he saw them pouncing on him, he quickly leaped onto the roof of Achievement Virtue Hall. He took a deep breath and used the Lion's Roar to shout, "Dongfang Bubai, I came all the way here to help you. Is this how you greet a friend? If you weren't in the Immortal Realm on Earth …
I could play with you for a while. "His voice was like a loud bell, spreading to the entire top of the cliff.
"How dare you! How dare you call Cult Leader by his name! " Hearing him shouting on the roof, the faces of the people below changed. Just as they were about to jump onto the roof to capture him, a dignified voice came from afar, "Bao Dachu, bring him to me."
Hearing this, the people of the Sun Moon Sect put down their weapons. Although they were puzzled, they didn't dare to disobey Cult Leader's order.
"Young Master, please!" Bao Dachu had never seen anyone who dared to speak to Cult Leader like this. Moreover, from Cult Leader's tone, it didn't seem like he was blaming him. Could he really be Cult Leader's friend? But in all his years in the sect, he had never heard of this person.
A purple-robed emissary came out to lead the way. Song Qingshu followed behind him. They walked to the back of Chengde Hall, passed through a long corridor, and arrived at a garden. They walked into a small stone house on the west side. The purple-robed emissary stopped and pushed the wall on the left. The wall turned out to be alive, revealing a door. There was another iron door on the inside. The purple-robed emissary took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and opened the iron door. There was a tunnel behind it. Song Qingshu followed him down the tunnel. There were a few oil lamps on both sides of the tunnel. The dim light shone like a bean, and it was a gloomy place. He couldn't help but raise his guard, "The old eunuch said that I'm going to face a great calamity. Could it be that the bitch in the east is jealous of what happened last time, and in a fit of rage, she tricked me into the dungeon and locked me up like Ren Woxing for the rest of my life?
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. Song Qingshu was secretly annoyed with himself for being too careless. He was hesitating whether he should go back the way he came, but after a few turns, the path ahead suddenly opened up, revealing the light of the sky. Song Qingshu suddenly smelled the fragrance of flowers, and his chest felt refreshed. When he came out of the tunnel, he found himself in a very exquisite little garden. There were red plums, green bamboo, green pines and emerald cypresses, the arrangement was very ingenious. Several pairs of mandarin ducks swam leisurely in the pond, and there were four white cranes by the side of the pond.
Song Qingshu never expected to see such a beautiful scenery. He laughed in his heart, "No matter how majestic Dongfang Bubai is, deep down she is still a woman." He went around a bunch of fake mountains and came to a big flower garden full of deep red and pink roses, competing with each other for fragrance and beauty.
The purple-robed emissary had already left. Song Qingshu stared at an elegant little house in the sea of flowers and smiled, "Miss Dongfang, I heard that your cult's former cult leader, Ren Woxing, has returned to Jianghu, so I've come to lend you a hand."
"Why are you standing so far away? What, since you had the guts to barge into my Divine Cult's main altar alone, you don't have the guts to enter this little wooden house? "A sneer came from inside the house, the voice was gentle but carried a hint of arrogance.
"Miss Dongfang, you're finally willing to use your original voice to talk to me," Song Qingshu was overjoyed when he heard the voice and walked forward, "When I heard your rough male voice earlier, even though I know you're a woman, I still couldn't bear it …"
"Whoosh!" Song Qingshu's expression changed greatly. He quickly flipped over and dodged the embroidery needle that shot towards him. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, another silver needle seemed to have predicted his position and went straight for the major acupuncture point on his chest. Song Qingshu was lying on the ground at this time and had nowhere to borrow strength from, so he could only use a [Paradise on Earth].
The lazy donkey rolled on the ground and narrowly dodged the needle. However, his clothes, which had not been stained by a single leaf along the way, were now covered in mud. Song Qingshu was enraged and was about to open his mouth to shout angrily when the third embroidery needle arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.
"Hmph!" Song Qingshu snorted coldly and closed his eyes. He actually stood there without dodging.
"Huh?" A cry of surprise came from inside the house. Another silver needle shot out and hit the first embroidery needle. Looking at the two embroidery needles stuck into a rock at the side as if they were pieces of rotten wood, Song Qingshu's face twitched.
"With your martial arts, you could have dodged it. Why are you standing there and not moving?" Dongfang Bubai stood at the door and asked angrily. Chapter 155: Meichuan Neiku
At that moment, the anger in Song Qingshu's heart disappeared, and he became a little absent-minded, because Dongfang Bubai was dressed in women's clothing. He was dressed in a crimson red set of deep curly clothes. Even though he knew that Dongfang Bubai had shaken the world of martial artists for decades and that he was definitely not young, he could not find any signs of age on his pretty face. He looked as if he was seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was at the age where he could be considered to be brilliant and beautiful.
Song QingShu looked carefully. Her hair was like a mountain in spring, her cheeks were supple like a hibiscus, and her skin was soft and smooth. She was born with a charming and charming appearance.
"If you look at me with that lustful gaze again, I will dig your eyes out." Dongfang Bubai noticed Song Qingshu's expression and snorted coldly, then turned and walked back into the house.
"I've never seen you in women's clothing before," Song QingShu said excitedly as he followed behind her. "Who would have thought that the world-renowned Invincible East would be such a charming and delicate girl?"
"Put away your tricks to trick young girls." Dongfang Bubai looked at him unhappily and sat down to continue with her embroidery.
Song Qingshu walked into the house and saw a few transparent screens in the middle of the room. There were a few ladies with different expressions embroidered on them, and there were embroidered cushions on the chairs. He couldn't help but click his tongue in wonder. In the end, he noticed the wide front of Dongfang Bubai's robe, which was tied tightly with only a belt. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Miss Dongfang, the deep clothes of the Han Dynasty are indeed beautiful. They are bright in color and show off your graceful figure, but they are not suitable for fighting."
"I like them." Dongfang Bubai gave him a sideways glance and turned his attention back to the pictures of the ladies on the screen.
"I heard that the deep clothes of the Han Dynasty didn't have underwear …" Song Qingshu hesitated for a long time and decided to swallow his words. He didn't want to be shot into a porcupine by the angry Dongfang Bubai.
"Did Kangxi send you?" Dongfang Bubai asked faintly.
"Can't I come to help because I'm worried about my friend?" Song Qingshu felt that it was necessary to make Dongfang Bubai feel that he owed him a favor and not let Kangxi take the fruits of his labor.
"Are we friends?" Dongfang Bubai said disapprovingly.
"Of course we are!" Song Qingshu's skin was thicker than the city wall. He widened his eyes and pretended to be innocent. "Didn't you just save me?"
"I just wanted to make you suffer a little to take revenge for what happened in the suburbs of the capital." Dongfang Bubai's lips curled into a smile when he thought of how pathetic he looked when he rolled on the ground. "Unfortunately, you didn't dodge in the end. You made me feel less pleasure from taking revenge."
"So you still don't want me to die …" When he saw Dongfang Bubai's face turn cold, Song Qingshu immediately changed the topic. "How's your injury?"
"Last time, someone boasted that he wanted to be my man. Why don't you dare to mention it now?" Dongfang Bubai flicked his finger, and the embroidery needle shot into the screen in front of him.
At that moment, the anger in Song Qingshu's heart disappeared, and he became a little absent-minded, because Dongfang Bubai was dressed in women's clothing. He was dressed in a crimson red set of deep curly clothes. Even though he knew that Dongfang Bubai had shaken the world of martial artists for decades and that he was definitely not young, he could not find any signs of age on his pretty face. He looked as if he was seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was at the age where he could be considered to be brilliant and beautiful.
Song QingShu looked carefully. Her hair was like a mountain in spring, her cheeks were supple like a hibiscus, and her skin was soft and smooth. She was born with a charming and charming appearance.
"If you look at me with that lustful look again, I'll dig your eyes out." Dongfang Bubai noticed Song Qingshu's expression and snorted coldly. She turned around and walked into the house.
"I've never seen you in women's clothing before," Song QingShu said excitedly as he followed behind her. "Who would have thought that the world-renowned Invincible East would be such a charming and delicate girl?"
"Put away your tricks to trick young ladies." Dongfang Bubai looked at him unhappily and sat down to continue with her embroidery.
Song Qingshu walked into the house and saw a few transparent screens in the middle of the room. There were a few ladies with different expressions embroidered on them. There were also embroidered cushions on the chairs. He couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. In the end, he noticed Dongfang Bubai's wide robe, which was tied tightly with a belt. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Miss Dongfang, the deep clothes of the Han Dynasty are indeed beautiful. They are bright in color and show off your graceful figure, but it's not convenient to use them in a fight."
"I like it." Dongfang Bubai glanced at him and turned his attention back to the pictures of the ladies on the screen.
"I heard that the deep clothes of the Han Dynasty didn't have underwear …" Song Qingshu hesitated for a long time and decided to swallow his words. He didn't want to be shot into a porcupine by the angry Dongfang Bubai.
"Did Kangxi send you?" Dongfang Bubai asked calmly.
"Can't I come to help because I'm worried about my friend?" Song Qingshu felt that it was necessary to make Dongfang Bubai feel that he owed him a favor and not let Kangxi take the fruits of his labor.
"Are we friends?" Dongfang Bubai said disapprovingly.
"Of course we are!" Song Qingshu's skin was thicker than the city wall. He widened his eyes and pretended to be innocent. "Didn't you save me just now?"
"I just wanted to make you suffer a little just now to take revenge for what happened in the suburbs of Beijing." Dongfang Bubai smiled when he thought of how he rolled on the ground and looked like a mess. "Unfortunately, you didn't dodge in the end. You made me feel less pleasure from taking revenge."
"So you still don't want me to die …" When he saw Dongfang Bubai's face turn cold, Song Qingshu immediately changed the topic. "How's your injury?"
"Last time, someone said that he wanted to be my man. Why don't you dare to mention it now?" Dongfang Bubai flicked his finger, and the embroidery needle shot into the screen in front of him.
At that moment, the anger in Song Qingshu's heart disappeared, and he became a little absent-minded, because Dongfang Bubai was dressed in women's clothing. He was dressed in a crimson red set of deep curly clothes. Even though he knew that Dongfang Bubai had shaken the world of martial artists for decades and was definitely not young, he could not see any signs of age on his pretty face. He looked like … he was seventeen or eighteen years old. He was at the age where his eyes shone brilliantly and his eyebrows were black.
Song Qingshu looked closely. His hair was like the mountains in spring, and his cheeks were full like hibiscus. His skin was soft and smooth, and it was even better than cream. He was born with a charming look.
"If you look at me with that lustful gaze again, I'll dig your eyes out." Dongfang Bubai noticed Song Qingshu's expression and snorted coldly. He turned around and walked into the room.
"I've never seen you in women's clothing before," Song QingShu said excitedly as he followed behind her. "Who would have thought that the world-renowned Invincible East would be such a charming and delicate girl?"
"Put away your tricks that you use to trick young ladies." Dongfang Bubai looked at him in annoyance. She sat down and continued with her embroidery.
Song Qingshu walked into the room and saw a few transparent screens in the middle of the room. There were several ladies with different expressions embroidered on them. There were also embroidered cushions on the chairs. He could not help but click his tongue in wonder. In the end, he noticed Dongfang Bubai's wide robe that wrapped around his back. It was only fastened with a belt. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Miss Dongfang, the deep clothes of the Han Dynasty are indeed beautiful. The colors are bright, and they show off your graceful figure. But it's not suitable for fighting."
"I like it." Dongfang Bubai gave him a sideways glance. His attention returned to the pictures of the ladies on the screen.
"I heard that the deep clothes of the Han Dynasty didn't have underwear …" Song Qingshu hesitated for a long time before he decided to swallow his words. He did not want to be shot into a porcupine by the angry Dongfang Bubai.
"Did Kangxi send you?" Dongfang Bubai asked faintly.
"Can't I come to help because I'm worried about my friend?" Song Qingshu felt that it was necessary to make Dongfang Bubai feel that he owed him a favor instead of letting Kangxi take the fruits of his labor.
"Are we friends?" Dongfang Bubai said disapprovingly.
"Of course we are!" Song Qingshu's skin was thicker than the city walls. He widened his eyes and pretended to be innocent. "Didn't you save me just now?"
"I just wanted to make you suffer a little just now to take revenge for what happened in the suburbs of Beijing." Dongfang Bubai's lips curled into a smile when he thought of how he rolled on the ground in a pathetic manner just now. "Unfortunately, you didn't dodge in the end. You made me feel less pleasure from my revenge."
"So you still don't want me to die …" Seeing Dongfang Bubai's face turn cold, Song Qingshu immediately changed the topic. "How's your injury?"
"Last time, someone boasted that he wanted to be my man. Why don't you dare to mention it now?" Dongfang Bubai flicked his finger, and the embroidery needle shot into the screen in front of him.
At that moment, the anger in Song Qingshu's heart disappeared, and he became a little absent-minded, because Dongfang Bubai was dressed in women's clothing. He was dressed in a crimson red set of deep curly clothes. Even though he knew that Dongfang Bubai had shaken the world of martial artists for decades and that he was definitely not young, he could not find any signs of age on his pretty face. He looked as if he was seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was at the age where he could be considered to be brilliant and beautiful.
Song QingShu looked carefully. Her hair was like a mountain in spring, her cheeks were supple like a hibiscus, and her skin was soft and smooth. She was born with a charming and charming appearance.
"If you look at me with that lustful look again, I'll dig your eyes out." Dongfang Bubai noticed Song Qingshu's expression and snorted coldly. He turned around and walked into the room.
"I've never seen you in women's clothing before," Song QingShu said excitedly as he followed behind her. "Who would have thought that the world-renowned Invincible East would be such a charming and delicate girl?"
"Put away your tricks to trick little girls." Invincible East glanced at him unhappily and sat down to continue her embroidery.
Song Qingshu walked into the room and saw a few transparent screens in the middle of the room. There were a few ladies with different expressions embroidered on them. There was also an embroidered cushion on the chair. He couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. In the end, he noticed Dongfang Bubai's wide robe that wrapped around his back. It was only fastened with a belt. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Miss Dongfang, the Qu Li Shen Yi of the Han Dynasty is indeed beautiful. It's colorful and shows off your graceful figure. But it's not suitable for fighting."
"I like it." Dongfang Bubai gave him a sideways glance and turned his attention back to the ladies on the screen.
"I heard that the Qu Li Shen Yi of the Han Dynasty didn't have any underwear …" Song Qingshu hesitated for a long time and decided to swallow his words. He didn't want to be shot into a porcupine by the angry Dongfang Bubai.
"Did Kangxi send you?" Dongfang Bubai asked faintly.
"Can't I come to help because I'm worried about my friend?" Song Qingshu felt that it was necessary to make Dongfang Bubai feel that he owed him a favor and not let Kangxi take advantage of him.
"Are we friends?" Dongfang Bubai said disapprovingly.
"Of course we are!" Song Qingshu's skin was thicker than the city wall. He widened his eyes and pretended to be innocent. "Didn't you save me just now?"
"I just wanted to make you suffer a little to take revenge for what happened in the suburbs of Beijing." Dongfang Bubai's lips curled into a smile when he thought of how pathetic he looked when he rolled on the ground just now. "Unfortunately, you didn't dodge in the end. You made me feel less pleasure from taking revenge."
"So you still don't want me to die …" When he saw Dongfang Bubai's face turn cold, Song Qingshu immediately changed the topic. "How's your injury?"
"Last time, someone boasted that he wanted to be my man. Why don't you dare to mention it now?" Dongfang Bubai flicked his finger, and the embroidery needle shot into the screen in front of him.
At that moment, the anger in Song Qingshu's heart disappeared, and he became a little absent-minded, because Dongfang Bubai was dressed in women's clothing. He was dressed in a crimson red set of deep curly clothes. Even though he knew that Dongfang Bubai had shaken the world of martial artists for decades and that he was definitely not young, he could not find any signs of age on his pretty face. He looked as if he was seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was at the age where he could be considered to be brilliant and beautiful.
Song QingShu looked at her carefully. Her hair was like a mountain in spring, her cheeks were supple like a lotus, and her skin was soft and smooth. She was born with a charming and charming appearance.
"If you look at me with that lustful look again, I'll dig your eyes out." Dongfang Bubai noticed Song Qingshu's expression and snorted coldly. She turned around and walked into the house.
"I've never seen you in women's clothing before," Song QingShu said excitedly as he followed behind her. "Who would have thought that the world-renowned Invincible East would be such a charming and delicate girl?"
"Put away your tricks to trick young girls." Dongfang Bubai looked at him unhappily and sat down to continue with her embroidery.
Song Qingshu walked into the house and saw a few transparent screens in the middle of the room. There were a few ladies with different expressions embroidered on them, and there were embroidered cushions on the chairs. He could not help but click his tongue in wonder. In the end, he noticed Dongfang Bubai's wide robe, which was tied tightly with a belt. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Miss Dongfang, the Qu Li Shen Yi of the Han Dynasty is indeed beautiful. It's bright and shows off the figure, but it's not suitable for fighting."
"I like it." Dongfang Bubai looked at him from the corner of his eyes and returned his attention to the ladies on the screen.
"I heard that the Qu Li Shen Yi of the Han Dynasty didn't have underwear …" Song Qingshu hesitated for a long time and decided to swallow his words. He did not want to be shot into a porcupine by the angry Dongfang Bubai.
"Did Kangxi send you?" Dongfang Bubai asked calmly.
"Can't I come to help because I'm worried about my friend?" Song Qingshu felt that it was necessary to make Dongfang Bubai feel that he owed him a favor, and not let Kangxi take the fruits of his labor.
"Are we friends?" Dongfang Bubai said disapprovingly.
"Of course we are!" Song Qingshu's skin was thicker than the city wall. He widened his eyes and pretended to be innocent. "Didn't you save me just now?"
"I just wanted to make you suffer a little just now to take revenge for what happened in the suburbs of Beijing." Dongfang Bubai smiled when he thought of how he rolled on the ground and looked like a mess. "Unfortunately, you didn't dodge in the end. You made me feel less pleasure from taking revenge."
"So you still don't want me to die …" When he saw Dongfang Bubai's face turn cold, Song Qingshu immediately changed the topic. "How's your injury?"
"Last time, someone said that he wanted to be my man. Why don't you dare to mention it now?" Dongfang Bubai flicked his finger, and the embroidery needle shot into the screen in front of him.
At that moment, the anger in Song Qingshu's heart disappeared, and he became a little absent-minded, because Dongfang Bubai was dressed in women's clothing. He was dressed in a crimson red set of deep curly clothes. Even though he knew that Dongfang Bubai had shaken the world of martial artists for decades and was definitely not young, he could not see any signs of age on his pretty face. He looked like … he was seventeen or eighteen years old. He was at the age where his eyes shone brilliantly, and his eyebrows were black.
Song Qingshu looked closely. His hair was like the mountains in spring, and his cheeks were full like hibiscus. His skin was soft and smooth, and it was even better than cream. He was born with a charming look.
"If you look at me with that lustful gaze again, I'll dig your eyes out." Dongfang Bubai noticed Song Qingshu's expression and snorted coldly. He turned around and walked into the room.
"I've never seen you in women's clothing before," Song QingShu said excitedly as he followed behind her. "Who would have thought that the world-renowned Invincible East would be such a charming and delicate girl?"
"Put away your tricks to trick young ladies." Dongfang Bubai glanced at him in annoyance. She sat down and continued with her embroidery.
Song Qingshu walked into the room and saw a few transparent screens in the middle of the room. There were a few ladies with different expressions embroidered on them, and there were embroidered cushions on the chairs. He could not help but click his tongue in wonder. In the end, he noticed Dongfang Bubai's wide robe, which was tied tightly with a belt. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Miss Dongfang, the deep clothes of the Han Dynasty are indeed beautiful. The colors are bright, and the figures are graceful. But it's not convenient to use it in a fight."
"I like it." Dongfang Bubai gave him a sideways glance. His attention returned to the pictures of the ladies on the screen.
"I heard that the deep clothes of the Han Dynasty didn't have underwear …" Song Qingshu hesitated for a long time before he decided to swallow his words. He did not want to be shot into a porcupine by the angry Dongfang Bubai.
"Did Kangxi send you?" Dongfang Bubai asked faintly.
"Can't I come to help because I'm worried about my friend?" Song Qingshu felt that it was necessary to make Dongfang Bubai feel that he owed him a favor, and not let Kangxi take the fruits of his labor.
"Are we friends?" Dongfang Bubai said disapprovingly.
"Of course we are!" Song Qingshu's skin was thicker than the city walls. He widened his eyes and pretended to be innocent. "Didn't you save me just now?"
"I just wanted to make you suffer a little just now to take revenge for what happened in the suburbs of Beijing." When Dongfang Bubai thought of how pathetic he looked when he rolled on the ground just now, a hint of a smile appeared at the corners of his lips. "Unfortunately, you didn't dodge in the end, and my pleasure in taking revenge was reduced by a lot."
"So you still don't want me to die …" When he saw Dongfang Bubai's face turn cold, Song Qingshu immediately changed the topic. "How are your injuries?"
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