"It's nothing, Miss Li need not worry about it." Song Qingshu put down his wine cup and smiled faintly, observing Li Mochou from a close distance.
She had a pink face and rosy cheeks, a large chest and a straight waist. With such a tall figure, she must have a pair of slender long legs under the loose Taoist robe. She really was a stunning beauty. According to the original novel, her beauty should not be inferior to Xiao Long Nu. Now that he saw her, it was indeed true.
Li Mochou felt uncomfortable standing there when Song Qingshu's gaze swept over her. If a normal man looked at her like this, she would have already turned hostile. But the other's gaze was warm and there was more admiration in his eyes. Plus, he had just saved her, it was hard for Li Mochou to feel resentment and could only stand there quietly.
But in all these years, Li Mochou had never been looked at like this by a man. Her face inevitably became hot and soon her cheeks turned red.
After this change, all the gazes of the entire inn focused on Song Qingshu. Everyone had different expressions.
Jinlun Fawang's expression changed slightly, he reckoned that even he would have to temporarily avoid Xuan Cheng's thunderous attack. He didn't think that this young man would be able to use a mere chopstick to send the Buddhist staff that weighed tens of kilograms flying. That level of skill and control of strength and precision was truly shocking.
Zhao Min finally saw Song Qingshu's appearance. She couldn't help but stare blankly. She gave a light sound of surprise and said with a startled face, "Why is it him?"
"Min Min, do you know him?" Huazheng felt that the young man had a special kind of calmness and calmness. Hearing Zhao Min's muttering, she couldn't help but look at her curiously.
"Kind of," Zhao Min still hadn't recovered from the shock, "Strange, why does he look completely different from before?"
In the past, Song Qingshu had the nickname of Jade Face Meng Chang. His appearance was naturally elegant. But before, he was narrow-minded, causing his face to always have a gloomy and untamed air. Now, as Song Qingshu's power became higher and higher, and with Ouyang Feng's words on the Divine Dragon Island, his entire temperament immediately changed. His aura was restrained and he was elegant and out of this world.
"Amitabha. Who exactly are you? Why did you save this demoness?" Seeing Song Qingshu hit his Buddhist staff with a chopstick, Xuan Cheng was endlessly shocked. Before he left the Shaolin Temple, except for that person in the Sutra Depository Pavilion, he did not put anyone else in his eyes.
He didn't expect to meet so many experts in a small inn. Although the two wretched-looking old men and the foreign monk with the big wheel couldn't compare to him, they shouldn't be too far off. However, the young man in front of him looked to be in his twenties, but he gave off an unfathomable feeling just by sitting there. When did such a powerful young man exist in this world?
"I'm just a passerby. When I saw that this lady was about to lose her life, I couldn't bear to see her die. That's why I lent a helping hand. Please forgive me, Grandmaster."
The world had just learned that he failed to assassinate Kangxi and died. Song Qingshu knew in his heart that right now his identity was sensitive, hence he did not want to reveal his real name.
When Xuan Cheng saw that Song Qingshu did not answer him, a hint of anger flashed briefly on his face. He quickly went through the list of young elites in the game and tried to guess the identity of the man in front of him. 'Northern Qiao Feng? His age and appearance didn't match. Southern Murong? His martial arts didn't seem to be that high. Could it be that person? '
"So it's Zhang Jiaozhu of the Ming Dynasty. Why do you need to be so secretive?" Xuan Cheng couldn't help but mock him.
Song Qingshu laughed involuntarily and turned to look at Zhao Min. "Even if I'm willing to be the Princess's sweetheart, I'm afraid she won't be happy."
Hearing Song Qingshu's frivolous words, Zhao Min suddenly felt a trace of anger. She snorted coldly and grabbed a bow and arrow from the guard's quiver. She threw it at Song Qingshu.
Because Zhao Min was born into a noble family, many top martial arts masters taught her martial arts. Therefore, she had the demeanor of a master. She threw a bow and arrow casually, but it was not inferior to an arrow shot by a warrior in the army.
With Song Qingshu's current martial arts, he naturally didn't care too much about it. He calmly raised his hand and firmly caught the arrow with two fingers. With an 'as expected' expression, he said, "Master Xuan Cheng, you've seen it. Unless Mongolia uses the custom of using bows and arrows as embroidered balls."
Zhao Min's pink face turned cold. Just as she was about to explode, she suddenly smiled. Her smile was like the first melting of ice and snow. "Song Shaoxia, I haven't seen you for a while. I didn't expect your martial arts to progress so quickly. It seems that Wu Dang sect's martial arts are indeed broad and profound."
What a powerful character!
Song Qingshu smiled wryly. For many years, Shaolin and Wu Dang had never been on good terms. First, Shaolin Temple thought that Zhang SanFeng was a Shaolin traitor. Wu Dang's martial arts were secretly learned from Shaolin Temple. Of course, Wu Dang's people were not happy. The martial arts they learned were obviously created by Zhang SanFeng. Second, Shaolin Temple forced Zhang CuiShan to his death. At the same time, Yu DaiYan's bones were broken by Shaolin Temple's secret skill, Jin Gang Finger. Therefore, although both sects were famous and upright sects in the martial arts world, their relationship had always been very tense.
Xuan Cheng was crazy about martial arts. He heard that Wu Dang's Zhang SanFeng's martial arts had reached the acme of perfection. On top of that, the conflict between the two sects was deep in his bones. Therefore, when he left the mountain, he always had the thought of going to Wu Dang to meet him.
Hearing Zhao Min expose Song Qingshu's identity as a Wu Dang disciple, Xuan Cheng sneered. "So you are the disciple and disciple of that Shaolin traitor. No wonder you are so arrogant."
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the inn suddenly became tense. Zhao Min also did not expect that Xuan Cheng would be so ruthless. Zhang SanFeng was a person of virtue and prestige, yet he directly called him a Shaolin traitor. As a Wu Dang disciple, Song Qingshu's action involved the founder's pure reputation. Perhaps he would not rest until he died.
Sure enough, Song Qingshu's complexion changed. Although he did not have any feelings for Wu Dang Pai, moreover, he had already been expelled from Wu Dang by Zhang SanFeng, but his body had already been branded as a Wu Dang Pai disciple. If today he allowed Shaolin people to insult Zhang SanFeng, and this news spread out, the reputation that he had painstakingly cleaned would not look good.
"Song Mou is not talented, but I also know that Shaolin's martial arts pay particular attention to using Buddhist teachings to dissolve the evil energy in martial arts. The higher the Buddhist teachings, the higher the martial arts. As a Buddhist disciple, you do not have a merciful heart, and when you speak, you are full of greed, anger, and delusion. You are truly not worthy of being called a senior monk of the Xuan generation. "Song Qingshu's tone was calm. Comparing the two, the onlookers really did feel that Xuan Cheng was at a disadvantage.
Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Xuan Cheng was indescribably surprised. He thought that it was exactly the same as what the person in the Sutra Depository said. But Song Qingshu was young, Xuan Cheng did not believe that he really had such knowledge. He thought that he was just a blind cat running into a dead mouse. He couldn't help but snort, "Wu Dang is known as a righteous sect, but because of your greed for beauty, you saved the devil Li Mochou. With a disciple like this, the style of Wu Dang Pai can be seen clearly. "
Hearing Xuan Cheng's words, Xia Qingqing unhappily tugged at Song Qingshu. Li Mochou stood there awkwardly, but Song Qingshu himself was very calm, "First, Song Mou is no longer a Wu Dang disciple. That Zhao Min Junzhu can testify for me." As he said this, he raised his hand to signal Zhao Min, but all he got in return was a soft snort.
Song Qingshu did not mind and continued, "Second, great monk, with which eye of yours saw that I saved this Li Dao Zhang because of my greed for beauty?"
"Just now, you looked at this witch with shifty eyes. Everyone here saw it." Xuan Cheng's tone did not lack a hint of mockery.
"I can testify for great master Xuan Cheng on this point," Zhao Min clapped her hands as if she wanted the world to be in chaos. "Just now, when Song Shaoxia looked at this Li Dao Zhang, it was as if he wanted to strip her naked …"
Halfway through, Zhao Min purposely stopped talking, but her meaning was already self-evident. Seeing that their master had spoken, the Xuan Ming Elders added oil to the fire, accompanied by unbridled and obscene laughter.
Li Mochou was so angry that her whole body trembled. Although she was worried that their martial arts were high, she still could not help but tremble and prepare to attack. At this time, Song Qingshu gently pressed her shoulder and shook his head slightly.
Since she was in Jianghu, she had always kept herself clean. Not to mention coming into contact with men, even if a man looked at her, Li Mochou would most likely blind his eyes. At this time, Song Qingshu's hand was on her shoulder, but for the first time, he did not get angry. Feeling the heat from his palm on her shoulder, Li Mochou suddenly felt a trace of shyness like a young girl.
Seeing that Li Mochou gradually calmed down, Song Qingshu looked at Xuan Cheng and said, "I have a story here. Great monk, you can comment on it."
Everyone in the inn was puzzled, but Song Qingshu only said, "Once upon a time, there was an old monk who was traveling with a young monk. On the way, they came across a river. They saw a woman who wanted to cross the river, but did not dare to. The old monk took the initiative to carry the woman across the river. Then he put the woman down and hurried on with the young monk. The young monk could not help but mutter along the way, "What's wrong with master? How dare he carry a woman across the river? " As they walked, he thought about it. Finally, he could not help but say, "Master, did you break the rules? Why did you carry a woman? " The old monk sighed, "I have already let go, but you still can't!"
Song Qingshu quickly stopped talking, but everyone present understood what he meant. Thinking that the dignified Master Xuan Cheng, the number one person in Shaolin in the past two hundred years, was compared to a young monk who couldn't let go, they all revealed a trace of a smile, as if they were watching a good show.
"Song Shaoxia is eloquent. Unfortunately, no matter how you twist words and force logic, you can't hide the fact that you saved Li Mochou, the demoness." Seeing Xuan Cheng's big bald head turn red, Zhao Min held back her laughter and spoke to help him.
"Princess is right. Song Mou usually has no hobbies, but he has no resistance to demoness. When he sees demoness, he can't help but have tender and protective feelings for the fairer sex." Song Qingshu suddenly changed the topic, looked at Zhao Min and said with a smile, "But when the word demoness comes from Princess's mouth, it really doesn't sound convincing. When it comes to demonesses, who can compare to the princess? "
Hearing Song Qingshu admit that he liked demoness and called Zhao Min a demoness, Princess Huazheng could not help but laugh. She leaned over and whispered in Zhao Min's ear. As she spoke, she also used her eyes to signal in Song Qingshu's direction. Zhao Min's pretty face quickly turned red and white.
"Eight Heroes of Divine Archery, shoot them to death." Zhao Min said coldly.
"Yes!" The Eight Heroes of Divine Archery did not hesitate and pulled the bowstrings in one go. They were all excellent archers. It was not difficult for them to shoot three arrows at the same time. Moreover, their shooting speed was extremely astonishing. After shooting one arrow, the other three arrows were already on the bowstrings, without the slightest pause.
Although there were only eight people, in the blink of an eye, a rain of arrows poured down in the direction of Song Qingshu.
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