Seeing that Xiao Long Nu was sitting motionlessly in his arms like a fool, Song Qingshu felt uncomfortable. Even though he enjoyed the feeling of hugging Xiao Long Nu, he wasn't that thick-skinned when everyone was watching in the hall. Not to mention that Icy Snow was sitting next to him.
Feeling Song QingShu's hand on her slender waist, Xiao Longnu seemed to have woken up from a dream. She hurriedly stood up, and a faint blush blossomed on her frosty face for the first time.
Under Icy Snow's strange gaze, Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly and quickly answered Ouyang Feng's question to divert everyone's attention, "I've always admired Northern Qiao Feng's heroic spirit. I think a peerless hero like him wouldn't bother to hide like me."
Looking at the mask on his face, everyone in the hall let out a burst of good-natured laughter, having a good impression of his self-deprecating temperament. Of course, that was except for the Mongolians.
"With your martial arts skills, I'm sure you must have a great background in the pugilistic world. Why don't you dare to show your true face?" Zhao Min had always liked to be in control of the overall situation. She was naturally wary of such an expert with an unknown background.
"Because I'm too handsome. To prevent young girls like you from falling in love with me the moment you see my face, I have no choice but to wear a mask." With the mask, Song Qingshu was like a child who didn't fear punishment for doing something wrong, resuming his unbridled Wuji style.
Icy Snow didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Of course, she was wearing a mask, so others couldn't see her expression. Xiao Longnu, who was next to her, also looked at him in surprise, as though she had never seen such a shameless person.
Everyone in the hall could tell that he was teasing Zhao Min. Since they were just watching a show, they burst into laughter and whistled.
Zhao Min's face darkened, "Mr. Lu, Mr. Crane, slap him for me."
Lu Zhangke and He Biweng had been serving by Zhao Min's side for a long time, they knew her temperament very well. They were ready to make their move a long time ago. Hearing her order, the two of them attacked Song Qingshu from left and right without the slightest hesitation.
The Xuan Ming Elders each stretched out a palm; one aimed at the major acupoint on Song Qingshu's chest, the other aimed at his lower abdomen's dantian, and the other slapped his face.
The two of them cooperated closely. If the enemy wanted to parry the two palms attacking their body, they would inevitably suffer two slaps. If they used their hands to block the two palms attacking their face, their dantian would be crippled, and they would die on the spot.
Not to mention ordinary experts, even peerless experts would be caught off guard by this move of theirs.
"Miss Long, let me borrow your sword."
As soon as Xiao Long Nu heard the voice by her ear, she felt that her hand was empty. She could not help but be shocked. An expert swordsman did not even know how his sword was snatched away. It was really too inconceivable.
The Xuan Ming Elders suddenly saw a dazzling sword light appear in front of them. In their great shock, they quickly changed their moves and took out their respective weapons from their bosoms.
After a dragon's roar, the two elders retreated several feet in a sorry state. They looked at the remaining half of the crane beak brush and the deer head staff in their hands with a lingering fear in their hearts.
"Miss Long, do you want to kill Zhao Zhijing?" After forcing the Xuan Ming Elders to retreat, Song Qingshu turned his head to look at Xiao Long Nu and asked.
Xiao Long Nu did not turn her head and subconsciously nodded.
"If I want to kill Zhao Zhijing, I don't have to make a bet with that princess." Song Qingshu smiled slightly, and his figure suddenly disappeared. The crowd blinked their eyes, and he stood there again as if he had not moved from the beginning to the end. The only difference was that there was a dark red bead of blood on the tip of the sword in his hand.
"Keke ~" A strange sound rang out in the hall. The crowd turned their heads and saw Zhao Zhijing, who was hiding behind the Mongolian warriors, holding his throat. He had a look of disbelief on his face as he slowly fell to the ground.
The hall was in an uproar, especially the Mongolian group. They all stood up. Even the Vajra Gate Master and Priest Baisheng, who had been quiet all this time, were shocked. Song Qingshu's sword was so fast that if they were not prepared, they would have been killed on the spot.
Ever since she saw Zhao Zhijing, Zhao Min quickly came up with a plan to control the Quanzhen Sect. But all of this disappeared with Zhao Zhijing's death. She could not help but look at Song Qingshu in shock and anger. "Who are you?"
Song Qingshu put the tip of the sword in front of him and lightly exhaled. The bead of blood immediately scattered. He said in a strange and sad tone, "You can call me Ximen Chuixue."
In his previous life, every boy dreamed of one day being like Ximen Chuixue, wearing white clothes and wielding a sword, invincible in the world. When Song Qingshu discovered that he could vaguely reach this realm, he sadly realized that he could no longer return to that wonderful world of the past.
"Ximen Chuixue?" Zhao Min was stunned. Even with Ruyang Mansion's powerful information network, they had never heard of this person. She was even worried that he was some old martial artist. She turned her head around to look at Priest Baisheng, and when she saw that he was also shaking his head, she became even more puzzled.
Song Qingshu chose to kill Zhao Zhijing and let Yin Zhiping go because he believed that Yin Zhiping was a Dragon Knight in the western world of magic, and in the world of The Three-Body Problem, he could also be known as Xiao Long Nu's Wall Breaker. No matter which it was, his life and death should be decided by Xiao Long Nu herself.
Of course, Song Qingshu did not know that this peerless tragedy had never happened in this world.
As for scum like Zhao Zhijing, Song Qingshu had always looked down on him, so he helped Xiao Long Nu take care of him while he was at it.
"Miss Long Nu, your sword." Song Qingshu held the sword and carefully handed it to Xiao Long Nu. Looking at her peerless face, his heart was filled with pity. God is so stingy, why can't they tolerate things that are too perfect in this world.
"Mm." Stunned by the magnificence of his sword just now, Xiao Long Nu was a little bewildered as she received the sword, "Thank you."
"We're all family, it's what I should do." Song Qingshu smiled faintly.
"Family?" Xiao Long Nu was a little angry. Although this person's martial arts is high, why does he speak so incoherently?
"Let me introduce to you." Song Qingshu pulled Icy Snow over, "My wife is also the successor of the Ancient Tomb Sect. Based on her age of joining the sect, you and Li Mochou should call her Eldest Senior Sister. As for me, you can call me Brother-in-law … Ouch!"
Seeing that Song Qingshu said that she was his wife in front of everyone, Icy Snow wished that she could dig a hole and hide in it. Fortunately, she had a mask to block it, so she could only console herself that no one would recognize her. Hearing him continue to spout nonsense, she pinched his waist fiercely in annoyance.
"Eldest Senior Sister?" Xiao Long Nu was puzzled. She had never heard that her master had another successor.
Icy Snow smiled and gently flicked her sleeves on the table. All the chopsticks in the bamboo tube jumped out. Icy Snow stretched out her snow-white hands and clapped them up and down. Dozens of chopsticks seemed to be fixed in the air by an invisible hand, and none of them fell to the ground.
"Inescapable Net Force!" Xiao Long Nu was pleasantly surprised. Without the slightest doubt in her heart, she shouted, "Eldest Senior Sister ~"
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