"It's not the right time yet. It will only add to my troubles if I tell you." Song Qingshu shook his head slightly. His tone of refusal was obvious.
Duan Yanqing's face was cloudy. He hesitated for a long time and finally snorted, "I will ask you when the time is right." It was no wonder that he was depressed. He had run amok in Jianghu for decades and was the leader of the four villains. But he could not defeat this young man.
Seeing that Duan Yanqing had returned empty-handed, Ye Erniang knew that she wouldn't be able to get any information out of him. However, a mother's nature still made her give it a try, "Mister Song, I don't know about my ill-fated child you mentioned last time …"
Song Qingshu smiled faintly, "I can only tell you that he is living well and has learned superior Kung Fu." Since Xuzhu was sent by the Shaolin Temple to participate in the election of the Golden Snake King, it was obvious that the monks of the Shaolin Temple were very confident in his Kung Fu. Even if he did not inherit the Carefree Sect like in the original work, his Kung Fu would not be bad now.
Ye Erniang immediately beamed with joy. Although she couldn't find out her son's whereabouts, she was satisfied to know that her son was safe and sound. Seeing that Duan Yanqing and the others had gone far away, Ye Erniang quickly chased after them.
"Thank you very much for your kindness!"
Seeing Ye Erniang leave gratefully, Zhou Zhiruo, who was sitting on the side, raised her eyebrows and said, "You won't let go of such a woman, will you?"
Song Qingshu was drinking tea and almost choked to death. He suddenly said angrily, "Am I that kind of person?"
Zhou Zhiruo curled her lips, "I think so."
Thinking of his misdeeds, Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly, "Just a poor mother who lost her child." Although Ye Erniang stole a child every day in this world, she would return them after playing with them for a day. She was not as crazy as in the original work, so Song Qingshu did not feel bad for her.
"Brother Song, you and your wife are so harmonious. I am so envious of you." An old man walked slowly. He was dozens of feet away when he spoke, but he was already standing in front of Song Qingshu. He was tall, with a high nose and deep eyes. His face was brown and yellow. Who else could it be but Ouyang Feng? Now, Ouyang Feng's mind was clear, and his messy hair was neatly combed, giving him a different kind of prestige.
How could he and Zhou Zhiruo be in perfect harmony? The vinegar jar was overflowing …
Song Qingshu silently criticized him, but he forced a smile on his face. "Mr. Ouyang's cultivation seems to have improved again."
Ouyang Feng had a strange look on his face. "In terms of martial arts progress, who can compare to a freak like you? I heard that you're going to participate in the Golden Snake King Competition?"
Song QingShu smiled sheepishly and said, "I have nothing to do, so I'm just playing."
Ouyang Feng smiled knowingly, "I heard that some busybodies at the foot of the mountain have set up a bet for the Golden Snake Convention. Since Brother Song wants to participate, I will definitely bet heavily on you."
Hearing him mention Yang Guo, Ouyang Feng's eyes flashed with coldness, but he quickly concealed it. "I don't know where he learned this strange martial art. It is quite powerful, but he is not your match."
The coldness in Ouyang Feng's eyes did not escape Song Qingshu's eyes. He guessed what Ouyang Feng was thinking. Ouyang Ke was killed by Yang Kang, and Yang Guo looked like him. Ouyang Feng was like a father and a son when he was unconscious. Now that he was awake and saw Yang Guo's face, it was like a fish bone stuck in his throat.
The cold glint in Ouyang Feng's eyes did not escape Song QingShu's eyes; he thought for a while and guessed what Ouyang Feng was thinking. In the past, Ouyang Ke died at Yang Kang's hands, and Yang Guo looked like Yang Kang. When Ouyang Feng was unconscious, of course he was like a loving father and filial son, but now that he was awake and saw Yang Guo's face, it was like a fishbone stuck in his throat.
However, from his tone, it seemed that he had already met with Yang Guo. It was likely that Yang Guo's participation in the Golden Snake King election this time had the shadow of the Jin Kingdom adding fuel to the fire. However, with Yang Guo's impetuous temperament, why was he willing to work for them?
"Brother, let's talk about old times another day. I still have a grudge to settle." Ouyang Feng grinned and approached Huang Rong.
"Huang girl, you've caused this old man so much suffering!" Ouyang Feng gnashed his teeth as he looked at Huang Rong.
Huang Rong was someone's wife, but Ouyang Feng called her "little girl" without any disharmony. No wonder Ouyang Feng hated her so much. He was one of the Five Greats, but Huang Rong had tortured him for more than ten years.
Huang Rong's face changed when she saw Ouyang Feng. She had practiced the Dog Beating Stick Technique for many years, but it was no match for an expert like Ouyang Feng. Brother Jing was not here …
Huang Rong's eyes fell on the Shaolin, Wudang, and Chongyang Palace representatives. She knew that they would not sit and watch Ouyang Feng commit murder.
"So it's Uncle Ouyang. I haven't seen you for many years. Uncle is even more elegant than before. How could you have been harmed?" Huang Rong stood up with a smile and subconsciously tightened her grip on the Dog Beating Stick.
"Hmph!" Ouyang Feng cared about his face and couldn't say that he had been driven crazy by her words. Looking at the Shaolin and Wudang people not far away, Ouyang Feng couldn't help but weigh the pros and cons.
The Chongyang Palace people could be ignored, but the Wudang people had the demeanor of a great master. He had heard that Zhang SanFeng was unfathomable, but he had never seen him before. His ability to teach disciples was much better than Wang Chongyang's.
There was also the Shaolin Temple monk. His eyes were reserved, and he stood there like an angry Buddha. He was not a good person, and if they really fought, Ouyang Feng wouldn't be able to hurt Huang Rong.
"I will repay you for what you have done for me in the past." Ouyang Feng was a decisive person. After weighing the pros and cons, he left behind these words and walked to Song Qingshu's side.
"I say, brother, when did you become someone who only knows how to talk tough?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but tease him.
Ouyang Feng's face turned red, and he couldn't help but coldly snort, "If it wasn't for that bastard Xiao Feng walking over here, I wouldn't be like this."
Song Qingshu was surprised. He turned his head and saw Xiao Feng leading the Eighteen Horses of Smoke and Cloud straight towards Huang Rong. Song Qingshu couldn't help but realize that although Xiao Feng was the king of the Southern Courtyard of Liao, he came from the Beggar Clan and was an extremely chivalrous person. Naturally, he wouldn't sit by and watch something happen to Huang Rong.
"Brother Song, does the agreement on Divine Dragon Island still count?" Ouyang Feng suddenly opened his mouth and asked.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly, "Of course it does."
A strange smile appeared on Ouyang Feng's face, "What do you think of that woman Huang Rong?"
Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly, and couldn't help but look at the two women at the side. Zhou Zhiruo was greeting the other representatives of the Upright Sects, and Zeng Rou was also discussing something with the people of Wangwu Sect. They didn't have time to pay attention to what was happening here. He quickly said in a low voice, "National Beauty and Heavenly Fragrance, the best among young married women."
Ouyang Feng laughed mischievously, "I know you like this. How about this, you and I make a move at the same time. You help me stop Xiao Feng, and I'll go capture Huang Rong. Later, I'll throw her to you to warm your bed. What do you think?"
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