"This dog thing!" Song Qingshu instantly understood his meaning and couldn't help feeling angry. He really wanted to slap him, but seeing that there were Mongolians everywhere, he suppressed the impulse in his heart.
"According to what I know, A Man and Ya Li Xian are famous beauties in the Tie Yan tribe and they are the wives and daughters of the Tie Yan tribe's number one warrior, Che Erku. I'm afraid it won't be easy to hand them over, right?" Song Qingshu did not directly reply and quietly changed the topic. At the same time, he had some doubts in his heart. Ya Li Xian should have died in the « White Horse Neighing the West Wind ». Could she still be alive in this world?
Old man Wu Sun snorted, "Now that my Mongolian Empire is so strong, which tribe on the prairie dares to not listen to us? Moreover, we are leading the Qie Xue army this time, so they have no choice but to hand them over. "
Song Qingshu said in a deep voice, "I feel that this trip won't go smoothly."
Old man Wu Sun laughed, "I know you can't bear to part with the Wind Maiden. That's fine, we'll talk about it after we see those two beauties in the Tie Yan tribe. Perhaps you will be begging me to exchange you then."
After saying this, he left. The Wind Maiden angrily charged over, "If you dare exchange me with him, I'll ….."
"You'll what?" Song Qingshu said with a smile.
"I'll expose your identity!" The Wind Lady bit her lips. She was clearly frightened by this lecherous old man.
"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you to silence you?" Song Qingshu calmly looked at her.
The Wind Maiden subconsciously took a step back, but she immediately smiled, "I'm not afraid. How could master be so cruel?"
Song Qingshu said, "Actually you don't need to worry at all. With old man Wu Sun's cultivation, if he really wants to do something to you, he can make you think it was just a dream. There might not even be a dream left behind."
He was not lying. With old man Wu Sun's spiritual energy, if a normal woman met him, he could hypnotize them into giving themselves to him. If necessary, he could even erase their memories.
If it wasn't for him worrying about the Water Moon Sect, the Wind Maiden would have already been taken by him. Speaking of which, although this old man was lustful, he was very cautious and never touched people he shouldn't touch. For example, his eyes were filled with lust when he looked at Princess Ya Lun. It was clear he had thoughts in his heart, but he could clearly control himself and not take the slightest risk.
As for Tie Yan tribe's Ah Man and Ya Li Xian, their background was not a threat to old man Wu Sun who was one of the four ten thousand households.
The Wind Maiden couldn't help shivering, "Master, if you don, kill me with a knife. It's too disgusting."
Seeing that he had scared enough, Song QingShu smiled and said, "Don't worry. With me protecting you, nothing will happen to you."
"Thank you." The Wind Maiden looked at him with a complex expression.
At this time, Princess Ya Lun and the others had finished saying their farewells. The leader of the Qie Xue Army, Boru suddenly gave the order to set off. The group of people left Peace Forest City and headed southwest.
Song Qingshu silently observed along the way. Boru's Qie Xue Army, Wa Chen's subordinates, and old man Wu Sun's subordinates had a total of around two thousand people. They were all elite warriors and this kind of power was enough to suppress most of the tribes on the plains.
In comparison, he was a bit more alone. No, at least he had the Wind Maiden as his subordinate.
He also noticed something along the way. Compared to the armies of the central plains, the Mongolian soldiers each had three horses. After running for several dozen miles, they would switch horses and rest. Like this, they could travel at high speeds and did not even need to rest. They had water bottles to drink and dried meat to eat. It was no wonder the Mongolian army came and went like the wind, making the other countries tremble in fear.
Song Qingshu was fine. Not only did he have a high level of cultivation, but he had also been on the battlefield many times. He was used to this kind of marching. However, the Wind Maiden had it hard. She frowned. The bumpy ride had probably caused her thighs to break.
He threw a bottle of ointment to her and said, "Find a chance to apply this on your legs. It should make you feel better."
"Thank you!" The Wind Maiden blushed. There were men everywhere. How could she have the chance to apply the ointment under the watchful eyes of so many people?
Fortunately, the army had to stop and reorganize after a short while. Even though the horses could be rotated, the people still needed to go to the toilet. The Wind Maiden found a chance to sneak away and only came back after a while. Seeing that her brows were relaxed, the ointment must have been effective.
They continued marching until evening, when Borchu gave the order to set up camp. The soldiers of the various battalions started to set up their tents in an orderly manner. Others started a fire, fetched water, and cooked. Everyone was busy. Only Song Qingshu and the Wind Maiden were free.
Old Man Wu Sun had also returned to his tent to rest. Even though his cultivation was high, he was old. Moreover, he walked the path of a mage, so his body was naturally weaker. The bumpy journey had caused him to suffer a lot. It was only when he thought of the thirty beauties waiting for him in the Tieyan Tribe that he persevered.
Looking at his hunched and trembling back, the Wind Maiden cursed in her heart, "Such a weak body, and still so lecherous. One day, he will die on a woman's belly."
Song Qingshu nodded in agreement. When they fought earlier, he could clearly feel that old man Wu Sun's body was very weak, but in the end, he was still so lecherous.
However, the other party was an expert from the Mongolian side. Naturally, he could not be so kind as to remind the other party to take care of his body. He could not wait for the old man to die.
During dinner, Borchu invited everyone to his tent for a drink. Clearly, he was trying to get closer to them. In the past few days, Song Qingshu had already gotten used to this kind of dinner party. After the guests enjoyed themselves to their heart's content, he returned to his tent to rest.
It was very cold in the Northern Desert Grasslands at night. Other than the patrolling sentries, everyone else hid in their tents to rest. Song Qingshu and the Wind Maiden were arranged to share a tent. After all, they were marching, and it was impossible to prepare a tent for the Wind Maiden alone.
Song Qingshu didn't reject her. Just as he was thinking about how he was going to sleep with the Wind Lady, he found that she had already fallen asleep on the bed. He could feel her beautiful curves through the blanket.
This girl who warms the bed is quite competent!
Song Qingshu chuckled. Just as he was about to crawl under the blanket, an alarm went off in his head. He hurriedly dodged backwards, and a gleaming dagger stabbed out from under the blanket.
However, it quickly stopped three inches away from his neck. Song Qingshu's two fingers had already clamped down on the blade.
"I didn't expect the Great Sect to be so skilled." The woman across from him smiled, showing no signs of panic.
Song Qingshu let go of the dagger and snorted coldly. "What is the meaning of this, Consort?" The woman before him had eyes that seemed to contain a pool of spring water, and her oval face had a unique charm to it. Who else could it be but Hai Manshen?
"I was just joking with the Great Sect. There's no need for the Great Sect to mind." Hai Manshen put away the dagger and could not help but praise, "The Great Sect's reflexes and agility are probably unmatched in the entire Mongolia."
"There's no need to flatter me. Why did you suddenly appear here?" Song Qingshu chuckled. "It can't be that Consort is delivering a cannon from afar, right?"
"Delivering a cannon?" Hai Manshen was taken aback. "Are you talking about the return cannon from the Western Region? That thing is extremely heavy. How could I carry it here by myself? "
"Ahem, pretend I didn't say anything." Song Qingshu's interest waned. "What are you doing here this time?"
Hai Manshen also put away that frivolous smile of his and said seriously, "Didn't you say that you would ask the Great Sect for help in the future? Now it's here."
Song Qingshu frowned. "What is it?"
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