In the Lion Slaying Convention, Zhou Zhiruo and the Emei Faction had made a name for themselves, not only because of her Nine Yin Sutra, but also because of the Thunderbolt Fire Ball. The people of the Ming Dynasty had witnessed the power of the Thunderbolt Fire Ball, so they were impressed.
Because of all the things in the past, and the fact that Zhou Zhiruo fell in love with Song Qingshu, the people of the Ming Dynasty didn't have a good impression of her. Yang Xiao was shrewd, so he didn't bring it up. However, Zhou Dian was a straightforward person, so he couldn't help but ask.
This time, everyone looked at Song QingShu. Even Xue Baochai's eyes were a little suspicious. She had never known that Baoyu had a Thunderbolt Flame Ball. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so worried.
Song Qingshu knew that he would be asked, so he explained calmly, "My father knows that my kung fu is weak, and he's afraid that I'll be hurt, so he gave it to me to protect myself. I can't use it unless I'm in danger."
Everyone understood. Jia Shidao was powerful, and the army of the Southern Song Dynasty also had firearms. It wasn't hard to get something like the Thunderbolt Fire Ball.
Xue Baochai knew more. Even if Jia Shidao didn't use his official identity, the Isle of Heroes had many ways to get the Thunderbolt Fire Ball.
"We're preparing for a banquet. If you don't mind, stay and have a drink." As the host of the banquet, Xue Baochai started to make arrangements.
Galdan, the Ming Dynasty, and the Wooden Table Lun Department wanted to take this opportunity to get to know the Southern Song Dynasty and discuss the alliance against the Mongols, so they didn't refuse.
When he was drinking, he noticed that the Princess of Two Cultivators winked at him, so he followed her out. As he was wondering why she wanted to see him, a fragrant wind rushed into his arms as soon as he went around the corridor.
"Song Qingshu, I don't want to leave you." The Princess of Two Cultivators hugged him tightly, as if she would run away if she let go of him.
"What's wrong, Zi Xian?" Feeling the girl's abnormal mood, Song Qingshu gently stroked her hair and asked.
"The wushu test is over. I'm afraid we'll have to return to the Western Region after the theory test tomorrow." There was a hint of sobbing in the princess's voice. Based on her previous judgment, both Galdan and Dugu Ming had little hope of passing the written examination tomorrow. Moreover, the main purpose of Galdan's trip wasn't to find a bride, but to contact various potential anti-Meng forces. Now that he had achieved his goal, he would most likely leave after the written examination tomorrow.
Song Qingshu comforted her softly, "Don't worry, I'll go to Peerless City to see you soon."
"Really?" The Dual Cultivator Princess widened her eyes in surprise. She had thought that this separation would be eternal. After all, Peerless City was thousands of miles away from the Central Plains.
"Of course it's true. I'm not the kind of person who runs away after eating." Song Qingshu said with a smile.
"Song Lang ~" What greeted him was a passionate kiss.
After a while, Song Qingshu felt that the body of the girl in his arms was getting softer and softer, and his eyes were about to drip water. He couldn't help but be shocked. "Who knows when someone will come here."
The Dual Cultivator Princess bit her lips, and there was a hint of charm in her eyes. She said softly, "Actually, it's not impossible if we hurry up …"
The inner force that Song QingShu cultivated had an irresistible attraction to the women of the Dual Cultivation Institute. How could the women of the Dual Cultivation Institute not have an indescribable attraction to Song QingShu?
If it was someone else, Song Qingshu might have hesitated. After all, his legs had been a little weak for the past two days, and he almost couldn't get up this morning. However, the Dual Cultivator Princess was different. Her cultivation technique was the best nourishment for a man, and he didn't need to expend much effort from start to finish. Hilarious.
Although this place could barely be considered secluded, it wasn't like no one would pass by. Thinking about the large group of people in the front hall, the two of them could be said to be extremely nervous.
After a while, Song Qingshu's expression suddenly changed because he sensed that someone was nearby. If this matter was leaked, it would be troublesome. He reached to the side and grabbed the other person's neck, planning to subdue her and then use the Soul Transfer Technique to erase her memory.
Unexpectedly, a delicate cry rang out. When they saw the other person's appearance, all three of them were stunned.
It turned out that the person who had been grabbed by the neck was the Dual Cultivator Princess, Gu Ningqing. Song Qingshu awkwardly withdrew his hand. He could use force on others, but how could he use force on her?
Gu Ningqing had just seen her daughter quietly leave the table, and vaguely guessed what was going on. She was worried that the two of them would make a mistake, so she followed them to take a look. Who knew that these two would be so bold?
"Mother ~" Gu Zixian bit her lip tightly, and her entire head was almost lowered to the ground. This kind of situation was really too embarrassing.
Gu Ningqing lowered her head to look at the two of them, and in an instant, two red clouds appeared on her oval face. "This is simply nonsense. Quickly pack up and come out with me."
Gu Zixian stuck out her tongue, and quickly tidied up her dress. Then, she was pulled out by Gu Ningqing by the hand. During the entire process, she kept turning back to look at Song Qingshu. The charm and lingering in her eyes was enough to soften a well-tempered steel.
Song Qingshu's old face was also hot. From the beginning to the end, Gu Ningqing didn't say a single word to him. It was obvious that she was also dissatisfied with how he had defiled her daughter. It was only because he had done them a great favor that he didn't say anything.
Looking at the surrounding environment, Song Qingshu was also a bit speechless. Just now, he was bewitched and fooling around.
When he returned to the banquet, his expression was normal, and he enjoyed himself with the many guests. When night came, he went back to his room early and fell into a deep sleep.
Xue Baochai had learned a few lessons from the past, and was worried that he would sneak out in the middle of the night and affect tomorrow's written exam. So, she ran to his room to check, and found that he was actually sleeping soundly. For a moment, she couldn't help but feel a little curious.
Early the next morning, the various forces left the guest houses, and went to the Western Xia Imperial Palace together. The warriors of the First Class Hall of Western Xia checked their name cards, and put them into the palace one by one. These days, they were already very familiar with these participants, and those who wanted to fish in troubled waters could not escape their discerning eyes.
When they arrived at the Hall of Central Harmony, they saw that there were already dozens of youths and attendants attending the banquet. In the middle of the hall, there was a table and chairs covered with yellow satin embroidered with golden dragons. It was the throne of the Western Xia Emperor.
The east and west tables were covered with purple satin. On the west table, there was a strange person covered in bandages. When the group of Mongolian warriors behind him saw the arrival of Song Qingshu, they all glared at him.
Song Qingshu had a strange expression on his face. This Xu Liewu was really an unkillable cockroach. He was seriously injured, but he still forced himself to participate in the written exam in just one day?
The officials of the First Class Hall led Song Qingshu and his party to the main seat on the east side. Beside them was Wanyan Zhongjie of the Jin Kingdom, and next to Xu Liewu was Nalan Rongruo of the Qing Kingdom. It was obvious that among the many disciples who participated in the recruitment this time, their status was the highest, and the Western Xia people also treated them with special respect. Of course, with Jia Baoyu's current status, he still couldn't afford to be treated with such respect, and a large part of it was because he had won first place in the martial arts competition.
The other disciples of the nobility, and the ordinary talents of the common people were all seated at different tables. Everyone came in one after another, and took their seats.
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