The person who spoke was a beautiful middle-aged woman. She should have been a great beauty when she was young, but since ancient times, beauties were like famous generals, and they were not allowed to see their hair turn white.
Time was merciless. No matter how much she dressed up, the marks of time could still be seen on her face.
Of course, she could still be considered a middle-aged woman, and she was still attractive. However, the way she dressed and the way she spoke were slightly flirtatious and flirtatious.
Song QingShu noticed that Dan Yuru was standing beside her with a respectful look. Just as he was wondering who she was, he heard Dan Yuru's Secret Voice-sending, "Young Master, this is my Master."
'Fu Yaohong!'
Song Qingshu remembered Dan Yuru's introduction to him. He also vaguely remembered this character in Shattered Space. She seemed to be very skilled in the art of sexual intercourse. He did not know how many men's essence had been sucked dry by her.
'Huh?'
When he thought of this, Song Qingshu felt a chill run down his spine. He thought that he should stay away from this woman in the future. But coincidentally, she was not his type. He did not have such a strong taste.
At this moment, he could not help but sigh. Even though Dan Yuru was her disciple, she surpassed her. Both of them practiced Charm Arts. One of them was enchanting and unrestrained, while the other was pure and natural. She looked as innocent as a girl next door. As expected of someone who had practiced Yin Weed Faction's Charm Arts to an unprecedented level.
"Guo Jing's hometown?" Hong Qigong thought about it for a while. "I think it's in Ox Village."
"Which Ox Village?" Fu Yaohong continued asking.
"Near Lin 'an." Hong Qigong had been there before, so he naturally had an impression of it.
"Is it near Qiantang River?" Fu Yaohong's eyes lit up.
Hong Qigong thought about it and nodded. "I think so. Why, do you know my disciple, madam?"
"No, I'm just curious." Fu Yaohong covered her mouth and giggled. "Big brother, I'm not married yet, so why are you calling me madam? If you don't mind, you can call me Younger Sister Yaohong."
"Urk …" Hong Qigong was about to drink, but he nearly coughed up his wine.
Song Qingshu gasped in amazement. 'Fu Yaohong is really unrestrained. She even flirted with an old man like Hong Qigong?' Thinking about it, she must have taken a fancy to his martial arts. Old Master Hong couldn't control himself for a moment and lost his chastity in his old age.
But what he was more curious about was why Fu Yaohong was asking Guo Jing about the information.
"Hmph, you're already too young to be my daughter. What sister?" Hong Qigong said unhappily.
"Aiyo, big brother, your mouth is so sweet. You're always praising me for being young," said Fu Yaohong with a smile.
Hong Qigong: "…"
When Song Qingshu was unable to complain, Dan Yuru's voice came into his ears, "I'm afraid my Master is really not much younger than Hong Qigong. It's just that she's good at … taking care of herself, so she looks younger."
What do you mean by good maintenance? I'm afraid you're good at harvesting.
Song Qingshu was really a little surprised. Although Fu Yaohong looked like a middle-aged woman, the gap between her and an old woman was too big. Could it be that the Devil Sect's Plucking Technique was really so magical?
"Alright, this old beggar is almost done eating and drinking. Thank you for your hospitality, Your Highness. I'll take my leave now." Hong Qigong had been a straight man all his life and was extremely uncomfortable with this woman. He felt that the lamb leg in his hand was not as fragrant as it used to be. In addition to the fact that there was no news of Guo Jing, he naturally did not want to stay any longer.
Ali Buge was furious. I invited you with good intentions, but you just mocked me. Now you're leaving so quickly. Do you really think you're just here to eat?
Song Qingshu noticed that Ali Buge's hand was slightly raised. He knew that Ali Buge's temperament was very similar to that of a traditional Mongolian. He was not like Khubilai who was deeply influenced by the Han and could be tolerant of others. He was worried that Ali Buge would order him to attack Hong Qigong. Although Hong Qigong's martial arts were high, there were many experts here. Bi Yejing was only slightly weaker than him. Fu Yaohong and Bi Yejing were fellow disciples, so their martial arts should be about the same. There were also the other experts from the Heaven's Mandate sect and the Mongolian warriors. If they really fought, Hong Qigong would probably be at a disadvantage.
So he slammed the table and stood up, shouting sternly, "What kind of place do you think the Prince's Manor is? You think you can come and go as you please?"
Seeing him stand up, Ali Buge revealed a surprised expression. However, he slowly lowered his raised hand, planning to observe the situation first.
"What, do you want me to pay after eating?" Hong Qigong touched his patched clothes and finally spread his hands helplessly. "That's not a coincidence. I'm just a beggar, I don't have anything valuable on me."
"The Seventh Prince is thirsty for talent, so he naturally won't stoop to your level. However, I can't stand it anymore. If you want to leave, you can, as long as you can defeat this knife of mine." Song Qingshu unsheathed the Water Moon Knife in his hand and a cold wind enveloped the entire hall. He had spoken so highly of Ali Buge. Presumably, the other party would not go back on his words in front of so many people.
Ali Buge smiled faintly and didn't stop him. He usually liked to ride horses and hunt, and he liked to watch experts fight even more. His eyes couldn't help but burn with a trace of excitement.
The reactions of the people around him were also different. Some people were simply watching the show, while some were more shrewd and secretly despised him. They felt that this person from the Water Moon Sect was really despicable. He would find an opportunity to express his goodwill to Ali Buge. This was a proper proof of allegiance.
"Good knife!" Hong Qigong put his hands on his waist and laughed, "However, this old beggar has lived for so many years. Other than being afraid of not having delicious food, I have never been afraid of fighting with anyone. It's just the right time to see your magical Japanese Ninjutsu."
"Why would I need Ninjutsu to deal with you?" Song Qingshu coldly snorted. His whole body seemed to move swiftly like the wind, and in an instant, he arrived in front of Hong Qigong.
Hong Qigong was also somewhat surprised by his speed. He hastily slapped his palm on the blade and used his other palm to see Long Zaitian take the opportunity to counterattack.
Song QingShu's figure flickered, and like a feather, he borrowed the force of his opponent's palm wind to move to the other side, causing the crowd to gasp in surprise. Even those who looked down on him for running away before the battle had to admit that his martial arts attainments were very high. One moment he was like a galloping horse, and the next moment he was as light as a feather.
Having fought with the Water Moon Sect many times, Song Qingshu knew his martial arts very well. Originally, this kind of erratic footwork was very difficult to imitate, but it just so happened that he was proficient in Qinggong, so imitating it was naturally twice the result with half the effort.
In addition, the Water Moon Saber was indeed a rare treasured saber. When it was used, the saber qi crisscrossed, and everyone in the room felt a dense chill.
The two people's movements were very fast. In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged more than ten moves. Although Song Qingshu could imitate it, Hong Qigong was naturally at a disadvantage when using his bare hands against the treasured saber. Very quickly, he fell into a disadvantage. He touched his waist and took out a dark green bamboo stick. Green shadows flickered, and in an instant, he switched from defense to offense.
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