Over the next two days, Song Qingshu concentrated on his closed-door training and consciously adjusted his state to the peak. Finally, the Golden Snake Competition began.
The Golden Snake Competition was held in a drill ground on the main peak of the Golden Snake Camp. In the middle of the field was a square platform of several square feet, which was probably the place where the candidates would compete.
There was a circle of seats around the platform, which was used to accommodate the many sects and martial artists who came to watch the competition. The distance between the seats and the platform was neither too far nor too close, so that the guests in the seats would not be accidentally hurt by the competition in the arena, and also to prevent these martial artists from affecting the competition in the arena.
Jianghu had always been a place of seniority, so the main seats were naturally reserved for famous sects such as Shaolin, Wudang, Beggar Sect, and Chongyang Palace. For some reason, Xia Qingqing deliberately arranged Song Qingshu's seat among these main seats.
Xia Qingqing was the nominal leader of the Golden Snake Camp. Because she was the widow of the former Golden Snake King, it was naturally inconvenient for her to be with Song Qingshu in public. However, she did not want to be too far away from Song Qingshu, so she used her official position for her private interests and arranged for Song Qingshu to also be in this main tent.
The leaders of the other mountains knew that Song Qingshu was the person nominated by Xia Qingqing, so they naturally turned a blind eye to it. Some even had the thought of waiting for Song Qingshu to make a fool of himself. After all, a stranger standing among the Shaolin and Wudang messengers was really an eyesore.
Song Qingshu came very early. There were a few people sitting in the field, and most of the martial artists were still entering.
As the former princess of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yaoyao's identity was quite sensitive, so she covered her face with a thin veil, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes that seemed to be able to speak. Wherever she passed by, people would speculate about the background of this fairy-like figure.
Seeing Zeng Rou following behind Zhu Yanrui with a cautious look, Song Qingshu could not help laughing. "Rou 'er, don't be so restrained. Ah-Jiu is not an outsider. You are so respectful as if you are serving your master."
A young girl's mind was swayed by personal gains and losses, Song QingShu was worried that by calling her Miss Zeng, he would sound too distant and make her sad.
Noticing the change in the way he addressed her, Zeng Rou blushed slightly and smiled sheepishly. "The Ninth Princess is highly skilled in martial arts. How could she have an ordinary disciple like me?"
Zhu Haiyan took her hand and said, "I am no longer a princess. Besides, we will be a family in the future. Let's call each other sisters."
Zeng Rou lowered her head and nodded, obviously excited.
"Speaking of disciples, I do have a disciple as old as Younger Sister Rou." Zhu Yuai suddenly thought of something and laughed while covering her mouth.
"Isn't that about the same age as you? What kind of idiot would want to defeat you as his master … Uh, it can't be a man, right? " Song Qingshu's expression was a little ugly. In his opinion, the only explanation was that a man had taken a fancy to A 'Jiu and was using the opportunity of becoming her disciple to get close to her …
"What are you thinking? Of course it's a woman." Zhu Yuai blushed. "Not only is it a woman, but it's also an outstanding beauty. The next time I see her, I'll introduce her to you."
Song Qingshu was stunned. "Why do I feel so nervous? When did you become a pimp?"
"You're the pimp." Zhu Yuai couldn't help but punch him. "My disciple has a special identity. I really can't like her …"
A light flashed in Song Qingshu's mind, and he blurted out, "Your disciple isn't Ah Ke, right?"
"How do you know?" It was Zhu Yuai's turn to be surprised.
It turned out that on that day, Zhu Yuai was angry that Wu Sangui betrayed his master for glory and betrayed his country, so she sneaked into the Shanhai Pass Prince Ping Xi's mansion to assassinate him.
However, Wu Sangui knew that he was the public enemy of all the Han people in the world, so the defense of his mansion was like an iron bucket. Zhu Yuai really couldn't find an opportunity to take advantage of. When she was about to retreat, she accidentally ran into a little girl with pink makeup in the Prince's mansion.
A 'Jiu had seen the beautiful Chen Yuanyuan in the past, and this little girl was carved from the same mold as Chen Yuanyuan. She didn't need to ask to know that this person must be Wu Sangui's daughter.
Ah Ke, who had been locked in the Prince's mansion since she was a child, had always been full of yearning for the outside world and martial arts. When she saw A 'Jiu in white fluttering down from the sky, she was immediately shocked and immediately pestered to worship A' Jiu as her master.
A 'Jiu, who was going to kidnap her, didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Seeing the little girl's innocent appearance, he couldn't harden his heart and finally became her master.
However, after waking up, A 'Jiu remembered the identity of her parents and really couldn't be kind to Ah Ke, so he carelessly taught her some martial arts and then floated away.
Because A 'Jiu's qinggong was superb and Ah Ke had always been tight-lipped, other than the two of them, no one in Ping Xi Wang's mansion knew about this relationship. Naturally, A' Jiu was very surprised that Song Qingshu knew about it.
After a moment of carelessness, Song Qingshu couldn't help but smile awkwardly. He couldn't possibly fool her with some 'All Knowing Man' in Jianghu. This kind of extremely private matter, it was impossible for the All Knowing Man to know.
"Actually, I know Ah Ke, she told me."
"You two know each other?" Although there was a veil covering his face, Song Qingshu could still feel the strange expression on A 'Jiu's face. "In this world, is there a beautiful woman that you don't know?"
"There is, such as that one over there." Song Qingshu smiled and pointed to a young girl with an excited expression not far away.
A 'Jiu followed his gaze and saw a young girl wearing a light red silk robe with a string of pearls hanging around her neck. Her complexion was incomparably white and tender, like cream that seemed to be dripping water. Her eyes were flowing and her elegant eyebrows were slender. Even though she was conceited about her beauty, she had to admit that this young girl's appearance was absolutely beautiful, not inferior to her own.
Song Qingshu was baffled. The seats of honor were not for the emissaries of the famous sects, but for the candidates recommended by the leaders of Golden Snake Camp. This young girl was only in her teens, so how could she be here?
There seemed to be a familiar feeling between the young girl's eyebrows. Where had he seen her before? But this was clearly impossible. His memory couldn't be so bad, so how could he not remember someone he had seen before?
Seeming to notice Song Qingshu's gaze, the young girl turned her head and glared at him. She couldn't help but snort, but she noticed the two women at his side and couldn't help but be stunned.
Following the young girl's cold snort, the two youths around her seemed to have received a signal, and they quietly said, "Where did this lecher come from?"
Song Qingshu couldn't help but laugh. He didn't explain any further and directly found his seat to sit down. With his current status and martial arts, he naturally wouldn't make things difficult for this kind of junior.
"Hey, which sect are you from? How can you sit here?" The young girl saw that he was ignoring her and couldn't help but be a bit angry. She never understood etiquette. In fact, she didn't have any evil intentions in asking this question. She simply wanted to know Song Qingshu's identity. But with her careless words, it sounded more like she was rebuking Song Qingshu for not having the qualifications to sit here.
A 'Jiu's elegant eyebrows furrowed. Even Zeng Rou, who was at the side, looked indignantly at the young girl walking over.
"Whether I can sit here or not, do I need your approval?" Song QingShu smiled faintly.
"Of course it's related. What if a Manchurian spy sneaked in?" The young girl replied as if it was a matter of fact.
This time, even the faces of the two companions next to her were a bit embarrassed. They thought to themselves, which spy would be so stupid as to choose such an eye-catching position?
The young girl tilted her head and continued to say, "I have a bit of an impression of the disciples of the famous orthodox sects, but I've never seen you before."
"What, you've seen the disciples of the famous orthodox sects?" Song Qingshu laughed.
"Of course," The young girl proudly puffed out her chest like a proud little rooster, "My father is …"
Before the young girl finished speaking, she was interrupted by a cold male voice, "I haven't seen you for a long time, but you're still the same, always showing off your parents. You haven't improved at all."
The young girl's face immediately flushed red. She turned around and was about to scold him, but when she saw the appearance of the person clearly, the young girl looked as if she had seen a ghost. Her originally white and rosy skin suddenly lost all color and became incomparably pale, "Yang … Yang …"
Song Qingshu had long known that an expert had come. His breathing was long, but for some reason, his footsteps were a bit heavy. At this time, he took the opportunity to look back and saw a delicate and handsome face with sword-like eyebrows and powerful phoenix eyes. But his face was pale and he looked haggard. There was a dark heavy sword tied to his back, and the empty sleeve on his right arm was particularly eye-catching.
Such an obvious characteristic, who else could it be other than Yang Guo?
Song Qingshu also immediately understood the identity of the young girl just now. She was so beautiful and so aggressive, like a mouse seeing a cat when it saw Yang Guo. Of course, it was Lady Guo.
No wonder he felt that she looked familiar. Back in Jiangling's Lingtui Residence, he had seen Huang Rong. This pair of mother and daughter looked about seventy to eighty percent similar, but now Huang Rong showed more of the bright charm of a mature woman, while Guo Fu showed more of an inexperienced youth. Their appearances were obviously similar, but their temperaments were completely different. No wonder he couldn't remember.
Back then, after his meridians had recovered, he had specially gone to the Divine Eagle Valley in order to search for the relics of the martial arts world. Unfortunately, the heavy sword had disappeared, so he had taken the wooden sword.
Now the heavy sword was in Yang Guo's hands. It seemed that Yang Guo's hand had been cut off by Guo Fu last year …
"Yang Guo is indeed handsome. This young master is known as the Jade Face Meng Chang, but compared to him, I'm still lacking … Uh, that temperament that can make a moth fly into a flame." Song Qingshu sighed as he called out to the two girls beside him, "Ah-Jiu and Rou 'er, do you think this man is handsome?"
Zeng Rou blushed and lowered her head in silence. On the contrary, Zhu Xiaoyao raised her eyebrows and said, "Do you think I'm the kind of woman who will change her mind when she sees someone else?"
Song Qingshu was just joking, but seeing her fierce reaction, he realized that this world valued the ethics of chastity very much. He was about to apologize to her when he saw an embarrassed smile on her face. "But he is indeed … very good-looking."
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