Looking at the beautiful Huang Rong not far away, Song Qingshu had to admit that he was a bit tempted. But he quickly regained his composure and smiled. "Brother, I still have to participate in the Golden Snake Gathering. Besides, I don't want to become the public enemy of the martial world."
Ouyang Feng also knew that today was not a good time to make a move and did not care about Song Qingshu's answer. He thought for a moment and continued, "If I capture Huang Rong in the future, would you dare to take her?"
Song Qingshu looked embarrassed. "Oh, why are you asking me? Do I look like the kind of person who writes the word 'pervert' on my face?"
Ouyang Feng's lips curled into a smile. "Throughout the world, there are only two people who have the courage to take Huang Rong as a concubine, and you are one of them."
Song Qingshu was startled. His first thought was of the Mongolian Khan, Temujin. He was famous for collecting wives, and most of his concubines were the women of his former enemies. After Temujin defeated his enemies, he naturally took their wives and daughters.
But Song Qingshu quickly shook his head. With the relationship of the Golden Knife Prince Consort and Guo Jing being a burden, Huang Rong was also the aunt of the Mongolian princes. Even if she fell into the hands of the Mongolians, she would not be in any danger.
With Guo Jing and Huang Rong's current prestige in the martial world, other than the Mongolians, Song Qingshu could not think of anyone who would dare to do such a thing. He looked at Ouyang Feng with a strange expression. "The other person isn't you, is it?"
Ouyang Feng immediately became angry. "Bastard, I don't like women!"
"Who is that?" Song Qingshu asked curiously.
"The King of Hailing of the Jin Kingdom, Wanyan Liang." At the mention of that person, Ouyang Feng could not help but frown. "I have never seen such a lecherous person in my life. He likes to rape other people's wives and daughters. Not only his colleagues, but even the Emperor …" Ouyang Feng suddenly realized something and stopped talking.
Fortunately, Song Qingshu's attention wasn't on this, so he didn't think of anything. He just looked at Ouyang Feng with a gloomy face, "What have I done to make you compare me to that pervert?"
Ouyang Feng smiled mysteriously. "I've been in contact with both of you. Although you look very different on the surface, I can feel that you have something in common."
"What's in common?" Song Qingshu thought that if Ouyang Feng dared to say that the common point between them was that they both loved other people's wives, he would immediately pick up the cup of tea on the table and pour it on his face.
"That is because you both disregard etiquette," Ouyang Feng replied. "But there is still a difference. That boy Wan Yanliang has etiquette in his heart, but he disregards etiquette. You, on the other hand, have no concept of etiquette at all."
Song Qingshu was startled. He was a transmigrator, so naturally he had no concept of etiquette in this world. He didn't expect that Ouyang Feng would be able to see through it. However, his expression was still somewhat unsightly. "Disregarding etiquette is one thing, but what you're saying is another!"
Ouyang Feng smiled faintly and patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, I understand. I'll contact you after I'm done." Finished speaking, he laughed heartily and left. It was obvious that he was extremely happy.
Huang Rong, who was in the middle of reminiscing about the past of the Beggar Clan with Xiao Feng, heard Ouyang Feng's laughter. She couldn't help but raise her head to look in his direction. She was extremely puzzled. Just a moment ago, Ouyang Feng looked as if he wanted to eat her alive. Why did his depressed mood suddenly disappear?
The more she thought about it, the more she couldn't sit still. Huang Rong apologized to Xiao Feng and hurriedly walked over to Song Qingshu's side. "I wonder what Prince Song and Sir Ouyang talked about to make him so happy?"
Song Qingshu had a strange expression on his face. He casually laughed and said, "We chatted casually. Perhaps Sir Ouyang was happy to see a friend like me."
I can't possibly tell you that the two of them were discussing how to capture you and humiliate you, right? Song Qingshu's whole body trembled. He hurriedly dispelled some of the dirty thoughts in his mind.
"Oh?" Huang Rong's radiant face couldn't help but change. "So Prince Song and Sir Ouyang are friends?" Ouyang Feng was a proud and aloof person. There were only a few people in the world who could be considered friends by him. Each of them was a great master who could move unhindered in a region. She didn't expect that Song Qingshu, at such a young age, could actually be considered a friend by Ouyang Feng. What other secrets did this man have?
"We're just friends." Song Qingshu smiled faintly and didn't explain.
At this time, Xiao Feng also came over. He laughed loudly and said, "So it's Brother Song. I heard that Brother Song is also one of the sixteen candidates. It hasn't been long since I fought with Brother Song. To be able to see Brother Song in action again is really this Xiao's fortune."
Huang Rong asked curiously, "King Xiao and Prince Song have fought before?" She was very clear about Xiao Feng's martial arts. He was one of the best among the younger generation. At that time, he had turned the Central Plains upside down. His cultivation level might not be lower than Jing Ge's.
Xiao Feng smiled bitterly and said, "More than that. This Xiao is proud of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms. I didn't expect that Prince Song's attainments in this palm technique are not lower than mine." Huang Rong's beautiful face suddenly turned pale.
Huang Rong's beautiful face immediately turned pale. Xiao Feng was the Beggar Clan's peerless genius. His understanding of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms was not even comparable to Brother Jing's. Brother Jing had found another way to comprehend the softness of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms from the Nine Yin Manual. Xiao Feng, on the other hand, had spent more than ten years practicing the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms without any external help. Now he actually said that Song QingShu's cultivation of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms was not below his?
"The Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms is a secret technique of the Beggar Clan. May I ask where Prince Song learned it?" Huang Rong's face suddenly became somewhat unsightly.
Song Qingshu smiled and said, "I learned it from my wife." He immediately kicked the ball to Zhou Zhiruo who was standing beside him.
"Wife?" Huang Rong was stunned for a long time before she realized that the wife he was talking about was the Sect Leader of the Emei faction, Zhou Zhiruo.
With such a large group of people coming over, Zhou Zhiruo had been paying attention for a long time. Seeing that Song Qingshu had thrown a hot potato to her, she couldn't help but stare at him fiercely.
"May I ask where did Sect Leader Zhou learn the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms?" Huang Rong turned her head and asked. She couldn't help but secretly praise Zhou Zhiruo.
While Huang Rong was sizing up Zhou Zhiruo, Zhou Zhiruo was also sizing up Huang Rong. She was indeed a beautiful, charming, and charming young woman. Just now, when Song Qingshu and Ouyang Feng were whispering to each other, he looked at Huang Rong from time to time. Zhou Zhiruo clearly saw the admiration and amazement in his eyes.
She didn't know why Zhou Zhiruo always saw Zhao Min's shadow in Huang Rong and subconsciously felt a little unhappy. Hearing her question, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but speak in a bureaucratic tone, "All the martial arts in the world lead to the same goal. The Emei faction has been around for thousands of years and has many amazing skills. It's not surprising that they have created one or two palm techniques similar to the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms."
Huang Rong looked at her in surprise. She couldn't understand why this fairy-like Sect Leader would have a faint hostility towards her. However, although Zhou Zhiruo was a little rude, she still had some sense of propriety. She didn't directly say that the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms was created by the Emei faction. Otherwise, there would be a bloody war between the Beggar Clan and the Emei faction.
Although a discerning person could see that Song Qingshu had used the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, since Zhou Zhiruo had given her a way out, Huang Rong didn't want to be too forceful. She said, "So that's how it is. It seems that Sister has been rude."
Who would have thought that at this moment, Guo Fu was unhappy that her mother had been taken advantage of. She said in a strange tone, "You're really shameless. You stole other people's martial arts and still speak so righteously."
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