Song QingShu felt that with Situ Bolei's temperament, he would not harm him. Moreover, with his present martial art skill, ordinary ambushes and traps would not be able to harm him. Later on, he would raise his spirit and be on guard in secret.
"Since that's the case, I'll go and see him." Song Qingshu gave Xia Qingqing a look, signaling her to be patient.
"With my martial arts skills, they shouldn't be able to trap me. You, on the other hand, be careful. If you feel something is wrong, find a chance to escape. "
When Song Qingshu left the hall with Situ Bolei, he secretly used Secret Voice-sending to Xia Qingqing.
"Okay, be careful." Xia Qingqing moved her mouth and said silently.
Song QingShu followed behind Situ Bolei, making seven, eight turns in the stronghold. Finding an opportunity, he approached Situ Bolei and said in a low voice, "Uncle Situ, you see, there are no outsiders here, can you quietly tell me who actually wants to see me?"
Situ Bolei looked embarrassed. "Shu 'er, I promised not to reveal that person's identity. Anyway, you'll see him soon."
"Then at least give me a hint. Uncle, you're so serious. It must be an important person. What if I'm caught off guard and lose my composure?"
Song Qingshu said anxiously. He thought that since he had agreed to marry Zeng Rou, he and Situ Bolei were on the same side. He didn't expect that Situ Bolei would be so rigid and not reveal anything.
"This …" Situ Bolei looked a bit moved. "Shu 'er, do you know why I didn't feel wronged when I betrothed Rou to you as a concubine?"
"Ah?" Song Qingshu was dumbfounded. He didn't expect Situ Bolei to suddenly mention this matter. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer. He couldn't tell him that he was famous in the world and had excellent martial arts skills, so it wasn't wrong for Zeng Rou to be his concubine.
Situ Bolei heaved a sigh and said, "Shu 'er, although you are well-versed in both the pen and the sword, and are the number one character in the world, but I have watched Rou' er grow up since she was a child, and I have always treated her as my own daughter. Originally, even if I had to throw away my old face, I still wanted to fight for the position of Rou 'er's legal wife. But now that I know that the nobleman is also yours … with Rou 'er's status, how would I dare to compete with her? But it's not a disgrace to Rou' er to be able to work with her husband. "
What was going on?
Song QingShu was confused. "So you gave Zeng Rou to me for that person's sake?" he thought. But is Zhou Zhiruo of high status?
Song Qingshu's mind raced. He suddenly recalled a rumor he had read on the internet in his previous life. The name Zhou Zhiruo was elegant and refined. She was definitely not someone an ordinary fisherman could marry. Therefore, people were more willing to believe that Zhou Zhiruo was the orphan of Zhou Ziwang, the leader of the White Lotus Army.
How did the Wangwu Faction get involved with the White Lotus Cult?
Song Qingshu was bewildered. Why did Zhou Zhiruo take the initiative to see me this time? No, with Zhou Zhiruo's temperament, she shouldn't be looking for me like this. But if it wasn't her, who could it be?
"Shu 'er, that person is in the front yard. I won't go in with you." Situ Bolei suddenly stopped and pointed to a quiet courtyard in front of him.
"Okay." Song Qingshu absent-mindedly responded and walked forward step by step. His whole body was full of vigilance.
Why was there no light in the room?
After entering the courtyard, Song Qingshu was about to turn around and ask Situ Bolei. But when he turned around, Situ Bolei was no longer in the same place. Song Qingshu's heart sank. Could it be that Situ Bolei really wants to plot against me?
With a heavy snort, Song Qingshu was too lazy to hide his tracks. He no longer timidly approached. Instead, he said in a clear voice, "Since Your Excellency has summoned Song Mou, please show yourself."
There was still no sound in the room.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu closed his eyes and used his Spiritual Consciousness to explore the room. He felt that there was no ambush in the room, only one person.
However, this person's breathing was long and his body was light. He was definitely an expert among experts.
Humph, even if the other party's martial arts were very high, it was impossible for him to deal with him alone.
"Since Your Excellency doesn't want to come out, then I will come in by myself." Song Qingshu smiled and strode forward to push the door open.
For a moment, he was not used to the darkness in the room. Song Qingshu subconsciously closed his eyes. Suddenly, behind the door, a dense Sword Qi pierced towards him.
Song Qingshu understood the other party's plan. He knew that the other party wanted to take the opportunity to force him into the room, and then take advantage of the fact that he was not used to the darkness to kill him.
Unfortunately, with Song Qingshu's current Realm, he did not only use his eyes to look at his enemies. His Spiritual Consciousness covered the surrounding area of dozens of feet at all times. Even a mosquito could not escape from his Qi Ji, let alone a living person.
"So what?" Song Qingshu smiled, closed his eyes, and took a light step into the room.
In the eyes of the person in the dark, Song Qingshu had clearly only taken a small step, but his whole body had moved more than ten feet. The sword that was full of confidence suddenly pierced the air, and it was very uncomfortable.
"You are done. It is my turn." Song Qingshu snorted and poked at the other party with a finger.
With Song Qingshu's current Realm, although it was just an ordinary finger, he accurately calculated the time when the other party's old strength had been exhausted and the new strength had not been recovered. Song Qingshu sealed off all the space for the other party to dodge.
"Ah ~"
The person in the dark moaned. Her waist seemed to be boneless, and her whole body fell backward in the air.
"Is it a woman?" Hearing the other party's voice, Song Qingshu was shocked. He did not expect the other party to be so flexible. Naturally, she dodged his finger.
"Miss, what hatred do you have with Song Mou? Why are your attacks so fatal?" Song Qingshu really did not want to fight with a woman.
He put his hands behind his back and asked while dodging the other party's fierce attacks.
"You destroyed my most precious thing, and you still have the nerve to ask me?" The woman in the dark changed her tone on purpose and answered in a rough voice.
"Most precious thing?" Song Qingshu's first thought was that Zhou Zhiruo came to seek revenge, but then he shook his head. She did not have to deliberately hide her identity, so who else could it be?
The most precious thing? Could it be that her husband or son was killed by me?
Song Qingshu went through the people who had died in his hands in his mind, and he could not help but shake his head in distress. He had always disliked killing. After coming to this chaotic world, he had killed only a few people. He really could not think of which family this woman could be.
Wei Xiaobao? Impossible, looking at the figure, it could not be Shuang 'er.
Chief Sai of Prince Bao's Mansion? It was also impossible. Compared to this woman, his martial arts was not even worthy to carry her shoes. How could they be related?
Priest Wuchen of the Red Flower Society? With his age, he was too old to be this woman's father.
It could not be that she was seeking revenge for Feng Xifan, right? The news could not have spread so fast …
Song Qingshu thought about it until his head was swollen, but he still had no clue. Forget it, he would naturally know her identity when he captured her. As soon as he thought about it, Song Qingshu changed his defensive posture and began to attack.
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