Song Qingshu couldn't help but say, "I'm afraid you want to come with us not to persuade them, but because Huo Dou is still nearby."
Huo Qingtong blushed and snorted, "What's wrong with killing two birds with one stone?"
Wang Yuyan looked at Song QingShu and said softly, "Big Brother Song, Big Sister Huo has come all the way to the Central Plains. She has to work hard for the future of her people, so please don't make things difficult for her." After talking to Huo Qingtong, she had developed a deep respect for this strong heroine and naturally didn't want her to be ridiculed by Song Qingshu.
Wang Yuyan rarely begged him. Although Song Qingshu wasn't Duan Yu, his heart still melted and he couldn't continue to make things difficult for Huo Qingtong.
Soon, the group finished their breakfast and hurried towards Mount Beating Drum. The small town they had settled in was not far from Mount Beating Drum. The group galloped and finally arrived at Mount Beating Drum the next morning.
They went straight up the mountain and by noon, the terrain was getting higher and higher. Finally, the horses could no longer go up and the group had to dismount and walk. After walking for an hour, they came to a place where there were dense bamboo trees and the scenery was quiet. Beside the mountain stream was a pavilion made of giant bamboo. The design was exquisite and very ingenious. The bamboo was the pavilion and the pavilion was the bamboo. At first glance, it was impossible to tell whether it was a bamboo forest or a pavilion.
Huo Qingtong was born in Huijiang and couldn't help but admire the exquisite scenery. Even Song Qingshu and Wang Yuyan, who grew up in the Southern Kingdom, were secretly impressed by the quiet design.
Two young men dressed in peasant clothes stood in the pavilion. They walked in front of the group and bowed, "Are you here to participate in the Exquisite Chess Game?" At the same time, they were secretly shocked. The men were handsome and the women were charming and graceful. Even the monk was dignified. Were they people from the heavens?
The two of them were at the age where they were young and vigorous, so they couldn't help but sneak a peek at the beautiful women. Unfortunately, the women's appearance was too outstanding, as if there was an invisible light around them, so they didn't dare to look at them for too long.
Song Qingshu smiled faintly as he took in their little movements. He remembered that in his previous life, when he was young, he also wanted to look at beauties but didn't dare to.
The young man noticed his faint smile and couldn't help but blush. He quickly took out a firecracker from his bosom and lit it. With a bang, the firecracker shot into the sky. Ordinary firecrackers would make a "bang" sound and then explode into pieces in mid-air. However, this firecracker made three "bang bang bang" sounds after it flew into the air.
Li Qiu Shui frowned, "It seems like they are Su Xing He's disciples. Their martial arts aren't that good, and they only know some strange and obscene techniques." She was a little far away, so the young man did not hear her clearly. Otherwise, he would have come out to protect the dignity of the Ancestral Master.
Not long after, a group of people came down from the mountain path. There were more than thirty of them, all of them dressed like farmers, holding long weapons in their hands. When he got closer, he realized that these long objects were not weapons, but bamboo poles. A rope net was tied between every two bamboo poles for people to ride on.
The young man cupped his hands and said, "My master welcomes guests, please don't stand on ceremony. Please take a seat."
Everyone then realized that these bamboo palanquins were specially used for mountain roads. Li Qiu Shui snorted, "These people are so slow, I don't have time to waste with them." As soon as she finished speaking, she flew up the mountain like a wisp of smoke. The group of disciples dressed like farmers were stunned.
Jiu Mozhi also praised, "Wave-like Subtle Steps, this is one of the best Qinggong in the world."
"We can't let that witch get ahead of us." Seeing that Li Qiu Shui had left, Heaven Mountain Tonglao was worried that she would see Wu Ya Zi first, so she quickly used her Qinggong to chase after her.
Song Qingshu was shocked, "These two are so impatient, let's go up too." Since the two of them had already used their Qinggong to run up the mountain, they naturally could not sit in the bamboo palanquin and follow behind slowly, so they could only use their Qinggong to follow behind.
Jiu Mozhi's martial arts was profound, so when he used his Qinggong, he was as agile as flying on this rugged mountain. Li Qinglu also knew Subtle Steps, and as Li Qiu Shui's disciple, her martial arts was also one of the best among the younger generation, so she naturally had no problem.
Wang Yuyan was the only one who did not know any martial arts. Looking at the steep and rugged mountain path, she felt a little troubled. Although Li Qinglu wanted to help, her skills were limited. She could do it alone, but it was beyond her power to bring another person along.
Actually, it was always Li Qiu Shui who carried Wang Yuyan through mountains and rivers when they encountered similar situations along the way. Unfortunately, she was about to see Wu Ya Zi today, so she left her granddaughter aside.
"Meng Lang, help her," Li Qinglu said to Song Qingshu when she saw her cousin's dilemma.
Nowadays, on the rugged mountain road, the so-called help could not be avoided without hugging and hugging. Actually, Song Qingshu came from the future, so this kind of physical contact was not a big deal. However, considering the conservative culture of this era, and also in front of Li Qinglu, he really could not be too intimate with his sister-in-law.
But now that Li Qinglu took the initiative and Wang Yuyan's face was slightly red, but she did not refuse, Song Qingshu naturally did not hesitate. He came in front of her and said, "Miss Wang, let me bring you up."
Wang Yuyan was a little embarrassed, "Thank you, Brother Song." At the same time, she felt a little strange. Why did she have to thank him when he was clearly taking advantage of her …
At this time, Song Qingshu's thoughts had already flown to the exquisite chess game, and he was thinking about why so many martial artists had appeared. Naturally, he had no time to care about the girl's thoughts at this time. He grabbed her slender waist, and the soft touch made his heart skip a beat.
If it was Duan Yu, he would probably have a nosebleed by now, right? Song Qingshu thought without malice. At the same time, he tiptoed, and with his big sleeves fluttering, he took the lead. He did not run in a hurry, but on this steep mountain road, he seemed to be floating in the wind. His feet did not touch the ground, and in an instant, he disappeared into the bamboo forest in front of him.
Huo Qingtong, who was behind him, had been a little dissatisfied with him. In addition, she had only heard about his martial arts, but had never seen him fight. Now that she saw his celestial-like Qinggong, she could not help but secretly admire him. Although this person is a little annoying, his Qinggong is really good. In the entire Hui Jiang, no, even in the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Jiaozhu probably does not have such Qinggong …
Since Song Qingshu had already moved, Li Qinglu naturally used Wave-like Subtle Steps to follow him. Huo Qingtong had no choice but to use Qinggong to follow them. Unfortunately, although her martial arts were good, it could only be considered good. How could she be compared to people who stood at the top of the Jianghu like Song Qingshu and Jiu Mozhi? Even if she tried her best and broke out in a sweat, the distance between them and the people in front of her was getting farther and farther, and soon they disappeared from her sight.
All these years, Huo Qingtong had been shouldering the heavy responsibility of protecting the tribe. Unfortunately, the Mongolians were getting stronger, and the Hui Tribe was getting weaker. She could not see any hope at all. This time, she had risked everything to come to the Central Plains, hoping that all the countries would unite to fight against the Mongolians. But as a leader, how could she not know that all the countries were thinking for themselves? The hope of them joining forces was extremely slim.
Even then, she'd always been forcefully enduring it. But now, there wasn't a single trace of human presence in the entire wilderness, and she seemed as if she'd been abandoned here by the heavens and the earth. When she thought about the heavy burden on her shoulders, she couldn't help but feel slightly sorrowful, and tears couldn't help but flow down her cheeks.
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