Aside from these two grandmasters, there were three more people in Zhao Min's group. One of them looked like a zombie and held a mourning stick in his hand. One of them had a high nose and deep eyes. He had curly hair and a yellow beard. He was obviously a barbarian, but he was dressed in Han Chinese clothing. There were pearls around his neck and jade bracelets on his wrists. The last person was even more unique. Both of his legs were broken and he relied on two crutches to support his body. With Song Qingshu's knowledge, he could tell at a glance that he was an Indian. He could almost smell the smell of curry from afar.
"I'm sorry, I'm not discriminating. It's just that Indian curry is too famous. Hmm, speaking of which, I kind of miss the taste of flying biscuits." Song QingShu thought to himself, trying to figure out who these people were. Based on the way they were dressed, they should be the three heroes of Mongolia, Xiaoxiang Zi, Yin Kexi, and Nimoxing from The Return of the Condor Heroes. However, these three people were obviously Khubilai's subordinates, so why were they in the Ruyang Palace?
This was something that Song Qingshu didn't know. It turned out that Zhao Min's kidnapping was a very serious matter. With Princess Huazheng there, Jinlun Fawang and the others couldn't cover it up even if they wanted to. The news quickly spread back to Mongolia. Khubilai and the Ruyang Prince were shocked. They all sent their masters to rescue her. So now, it could be said that there were many masters around Zhao Min.
The old man in the green robe was the master of the Xuanming Elders. He was the famous Taoist Priest of Baisu decades ago. Back then, Taoist Priest Baisu fought with Zhang Sanfeng for hundreds of rounds. In the end, he lost one move. From then on, he lived in seclusion and studied martial arts. This time, he returned to the Central Plains to avenge the humiliation of losing to Zhang Sanfeng.
The dhuta was the master of the Shaolin Temple in the Western Region. He was the master of Ah Er and Ah San. Ah Er and Ah San surrendered to the Ruyang Palace and were defeated several times by the masters of the Central Plains. As their master, he was also ashamed. So, he called them back and went out to meet with Zhang Wuji of the Ming Dynasty and other masters of the Central Plains.
When Song Qingshu and Icy Snow walked in from the door, Zhao Min looked up thoughtfully. She noticed Song Qingshu's figure and a trace of suspicion flashed across her face. Fortunately, Huazheng happened to come over and chat with her. She was distracted and did not ask her men to trouble him.
There was another group of people sitting in the private room on the west side, surrounded by a circle of well-dressed warriors. In Song Qingshu's opinion, their skills were not inferior to the Manchurian Imperial Bodyguards. At the table in the middle sat a man in embroidered clothes in his thirties. He looked thin and elegant. However, Song Qingshu's cultivation was so profound that he could capture the gloominess in his eyes that he deliberately hid.
Beside him sat two Grandmaster Realm masters. One of them was tall, dressed in white, with a high nose and deep eyes. His face was yellowish brown and full of heroic spirit. His eyes were as sharp as a sword. He was Ouyang Feng, an old acquaintance of Song Qingshu.
The other man had a pair of sharp eyebrows, a goatee, and an unruly look on his face. Song Qingshu could not guess his identity. He thought that since he could sit at the same table as Ouyang Feng, his Kung Fu must not be inferior to Western Poison.
Who on earth was this man in embroidered clothes who had two Grandmaster Realm masters as his bodyguards? There were too many masters here, and Song Qingshu was on his guard. But if he retreated now, wouldn't it be obvious that these people would find trouble with him? With a relieved smile, Song Qingshu took Icy Snow's hand and found a corner to sit down.
Originally, Icy Snow didn't dare to show anything to Song Qingshu in front of so many people. But now that she was wearing a mask, she was much bolder than usual. Although her pretty face under the mask was flushed, she calmed down when she felt the heat from Song Qingshu's palm.
Sensing the tense atmosphere between the two groups, Song Qingshu drank his wine calmly and flirted with Icy Snow, who was beside him, causing her to pout coquettishly.
Although Icy Snow's face was covered by a mask, her figure was graceful. The skin under the mask was as fair as snow, and her lips were rosy and alluring. Many men in the restaurant swallowed their saliva at the sight of her, wishing they could go up and take off her mask to see what kind of face was under it.
The man in embroidered clothes picked up the wine cup in front of him and drank it in one gulp. His eyes never left Icy Snow's soft and slender waist. He thought to himself, 'It's a pity that the current situation is treacherous, and it's not advisable to make enemies everywhere. Otherwise, I could get my subordinates to secretly capture this lady and bring her back to the residence. Wouldn't that be wonderful?' On the other side, Lu Zhangke, one of the Xuanming Elders, had always been lustful. Every day, he stayed by the side of the incomparably beautiful Zhao Min and the valiant Huazheng. His heart was filled with fantasies all the time. Unfortunately, he knew his identity. These two incomparably noble women were not to be touched.
Last time, because he flirted with Ren Yingying and caused Murong Jingyue to escape, Lu Zhangke was scolded by Zhao Min after that incident. It had not been long since that incident, so naturally, Lu Zhangke did not dare to openly flirt with Icy Snow.
Glancing at Zhao Min's beautiful figure out of the corner of his eyes, Lu Zhangke thought to himself, 'Back in Wan An Temple, when I received the help of the Ming Dynasty, didn't I also play with the Young Prince's most beloved Concubine Han? Concubine Han's body is fair and tender. That taste is really unforgettable. That little girl, Zhao Min, better not give me a chance, or I'll definitely play with her. Not only will I make Zhang Wuji a cuckold, I'll also be able to vent the hatred in my heart after working like a slave for so many years. '
Suddenly, two Taoist priests ran in in a panic. One of the older Taoist priests said to the other, "Younger Brother Yin, that witch's lightness skills are very good. Although we stole two horses and took the opportunity to shake her off for a while, I think it won't be long before she catches up with us. Let's quickly eat something and hurry on with our journey."
The other Taoist priest had a blank expression on his face, as if his soul had left his body. He casually nodded his head and let his older brother pull him to sit down.
Song Qingshu frowned. Seeing that these two Taoist priests were wearing Quanzhen clothing and connecting the dots between their conversation, it was not difficult to guess that these two were Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing.
"Who is this witch they are talking about?" Song Qingshu's expression did not change, but he was already carefully searching in his mind. When it came to witches, there were two most famous ones. One was Huang Rong, but now that Guo Jing and the Quanzhen sect were on good terms, Huang Rong would not make things difficult for them. The other was Zhao Min, who was sitting not far away. Who else could be called a witch? Could it be Li Mochou?
"Waiter, what good food do you have? Quickly bring it to me!" Zhao Zhijing shouted loudly. Only then did he realize that the atmosphere in the restaurant was strange. He immediately lowered his voice and said, "Younger Brother Yin, this is obviously not a good place to stay. Let's finish eating and leave."
Yin Zhiping grunted in agreement, not caring at all. He just kept looking behind him.
A Mongolian Qianhu suddenly ran over to Zhao Min and Hua Zheng and whispered to them. Years ago, Genghis Khan invited Qiu Chuji to the Western Regions to meet him and teach him the art of longevity. Qiu Chuji traveled tens of thousands of miles to the West with nineteen disciples. Yin Zhiping was the eldest disciple and was among them. Genghis Khan sent two hundred soldiers to protect Qiu Chuji and the others. At that time, this Qianhu was just a small soldier and was also among the two hundred people, so he recognized Yin Zhiping.
Zhao Min's beautiful eyes shone with a strange light. In the near future, the Ruyang Palace would replace Ali Buge in dealing with the Manchu Qing and the Jin Kingdom. The Quanzhen sect was located in the hinterland of the Jin Kingdom and was the largest sect in the Central Plains.
Zhao Min had also heard about Genghis Khan inviting Qiu Chuji to the Western Regions. In her opinion, the Quanzhen sect and Mongolia had a long history. If she could pull the Quanzhen sect to her side, it would be much easier to deal with the Jin Kingdom in the future.
"Are these two Taoists from the Quanzhen sect?"
Zhao Min smiled sweetly as she looked at the two Taoist priests.
Zhao Zhijing was surprised. He didn't expect such a graceful and beautiful woman to greet him with a smile. He didn't like women, but his Taoist heart was almost shaken by Zhao Min's bright smile. He subconsciously said, "Yes, I am Zhao Zhijing, and this is my junior brother Yin Zhiping."
Yin Zhiping seemed to have lost his soul. All his attention was on the woman chasing them. Facing Zhao Min, he didn't look as bad as Zhao Zhijing.
As soon as she heard that these two were the Quanzhen Sect's third generation chief disciple and their martial arts expert, Zhao Min laughed even more happily. She stretched out her white hand in invitation and said, "Would the two Taoist Elders do me the honor of drinking a cup of wine?"
"This …" Zhao Zhijing was obviously tempted. However, he thought that it wasn't easy to get rid of that haunting woman. If he delayed here for a while, she would probably catch up again.
Zhao Min was quick-witted. When she saw the hesitation on Zhao Zhijing's face, she roughly guessed what was going on. She continued, "Are you hiding from your enemies, Taoist Priest Zhao? Although the guards by this little girl's side can't be said to be invincible, they are more than enough to protect the two of you. "
"What a big tone, little girl." On the other side, Ouyang Feng snorted coldly.
Zhao Min's expression turned cold. The Vajra sect master seemed to have received her signal. He picked up a chopstick with two fingers and channeled the power of his Mighty Diamond Finger, flicking it toward Ouyang Feng's face at lightning speed.
The chopstick was like a sharp arrow, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound. Ouyang Feng's expression was solemn. Just as he was about to strike it down, the person next to him reached out and calmly grabbed the chopstick in the air. With a twist of both hands, the chopstick turned into powder.
The Vajra sect master was secretly shocked. The chopstick was imbued with the power of his Mighty Diamond Finger. If an ordinary expert overestimated their own strength and tried to take it head-on, their palms would be cut so deep that their bones could be seen. Who would have thought that the other party would casually grab it?
"Brother Qiu's Iron Palm truly lives up to its reputation." Ouyang Feng revealed a strange expression and cupped his hands at the person. It turned out that the other party was the famous Iron Palm Drifter, Qiu Qianren.
"Brother Ouyang, you must be joking." Qiu Qianren smiled nonchalantly, but his heart was a bit solemn. His Iron Palm could crack a stone like it was tofu, but his palms actually felt a faint pain when he caught the chopstick shot by the toutuo from such a distance. The other party's martial arts might not be inferior to his.
Upon hearing the conversation between the two, Daoist Baisheng said in a sinister tone, "Your Excellency is Western Poison of the Central Plains' Five Uniques?"
"What advice do you have for me?" Ouyang Feng asked indifferently.
"If it weren't for that old fart Zhang Sanfeng accidentally injuring me in the past, would it have been your turn to win the Sword Meet of Mount Hua?" Daoist Baisheng showed a contemptuous expression.
"You can try if you're not convinced." Ouyang Feng's mind had been in a mess for the past few years. After waking up, he had regained his former arrogance as Western Poison. Although the Daoist in front of him was not to be trifled with, Ouyang Feng was not afraid of him.
Song QingShu looked at the two of them with a smile that was not a smile, looking as if he was watching a show. Who knew that the restaurant would suddenly become quiet, and he couldn't help following everyone's gaze to the door, only to see a beautiful woman slowly walking in.
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