A young man and a woman were riding on two fine horses, one white and the other yellow. The young man was handsome and the young woman was beautiful. The young man was wearing a yellow gown, tall and slender, while the young woman was dark and pretty, her white gown fluttering in the wind.
"What a beautiful couple!" Song Qingshu secretly praised, but when he thought of the two of them riding their horses on the streets of Wuji, he was somewhat unhappy. Noticing that the two of them had a serious expression on their faces, he curiously followed their gazes.
Turned out the person they bumped into was also a young man, but he had a ponytail and was wearing a Manchurian official's uniform. Looking at his entourage, perhaps he was a high-ranking official of the Manchurian Qing.
"Hot piece mama, take him down!" Although the young man was not really hit just now, he was quite frightened. He turned around and wanted to punish the main culprit.
"Wait!" The young man turned around and saw that the person on the horse was a beautiful young woman full of vigor. He was delighted. Being sandwiched between this woman's thighs once, he would be happy even if he died.
Making up his mind, the young man suddenly changed his tone. He turned around and slapped the hats on his left and right, "It's not that I want to criticize you, but if there was really an assassin just now, wouldn't this daren's legs give way and I'll go to see the King of Hell? Speaking of which, it's all thanks to this young lady's kind reminder that you fools will be more vigilant. "
"Wei Jue Ye is right …" The guards around the young man nodded and bowed, hastily admitting their mistake.
"Wei Xiaobao?" Song Qingshu looked at him with a strange expression. At such a young age, holding an important position in the Manchurian Qing, who else could it be but Wei Xiaobao? He thought that perhaps he was the Manchurian Qing alliance envoy mentioned by the customers in the inn just now.
After Wei Xiaobao taught his men a lesson, he turned around and said to the young woman in white with a smile, "Young lady, in order to thank you for saving my life, this daren would like to invite the two of you to the inn in front for a chat."
The young woman in white had a wonderful expression on her face. Just now it was clearly her horse that bumped into him … hearing the other party's sincere words, she almost had an illusion that she had saved his life.
The man on the other side saw that Wei Xiaobao's eyes were fixed on his cousin as he spoke, and the anger in his heart surged.
Just now, he saw that the other party was surrounded by people and seemed to have a high status. He was worried that today's matter would not be settled peacefully. However, seeing that the other party did not intend to pursue the matter and instead had designs on his cousin, he coldly refused, "No need."
Although there was still a smile on Wei Xiaobao's face, he had already begun to curse in his heart, 'In all my life, I, your father, hate men who are more handsome than me. While this pretty boy was talking, he was exchanging flirtatious glances with that young lady. I'm afraid he has already hooked up with her. Perhaps I'll have to use some extreme methods …'
Hearing her companion's words, the woman in white also rebuked, "We, the Twin Heroes of the Bell and Sword, usually hate lustful people like you the most, much less a Tatar dog official. If it weren't for the fact that we were worried about breaking the alliance between the Great Song and you, we would have done justice on behalf of the heavens. "
"Shui Sheng and Wang Xiaofeng?" Hearing her introduce herself, Song Qingshu recalled their identities. It seemed like because of his trip to Jingzhou, they had yet to meet the thickest thigh in the forty-ninth golden book.
To Blood Knife Ancestor.
"It's true that I'm lustful, but where are the flowers? Zhang Kangnian, have any of you seen any beautiful black flowers in this world? " As soon as Wei Xiaobao said this, Zhang Kangnian and the others burst into laughter, "Your humble servant has never seen any beautiful black flowers."
Hearing Wei Xiaobao's words implying that Shui Sheng's skin was dark, Song Qingshu smiled slightly. It was true that Shui Sheng was a little dark, but her skin was even and delicate, not ugly in the slightest. Instead, this kind of skin color added a trace of health and vitality to her, making her worthy of being called a beautiful young lady.
The Twin Heroes of the Bell and Sword were young and impetuous, so how could they be insulted like this? Shui Sheng even had the temper of a young lady, waving her horsewhip directly at Wei Xiaobao.
"How dare you! You dare to assassinate the Great Qing's envoy in broad daylight. " Wei Xiaobao had deliberately said those words just now to provoke the two of them into making the first move. His subordinates, Zhang Kangnian and the others, had followed Wei Xiaobao for a long time, so how could they not understand his intentions? One by one, they drew their sabers and surrounded the Twin Heroes of the Bell and Sword.
As soon as Wang Xiaofeng saw that today's matter was difficult to resolve, he quickly drew his sword and stepped forward to protect Shui Sheng.
The two groups of people fought for half a day. On the side, Song Qingshu was bored and yawned. Now that his martial art skill was among the top experts in the world, how could this kind of small fight arouse his interest?
Kangxi had sent Wei Xiaobao as an envoy to the Great Song to discuss the matter of forming an alliance, but he was also worried about Wei Xiaobao's safety, so he chose a large number of Imperial Bodyguards with high martial art skills to protect Wei Xiaobao.
The Twin Heroes of the Bell and Sword usually had enough martial art skills to punish some local ruffians, but at this moment, facing a group of Imperial Bodyguards who were like wolves and tigers, they suddenly felt stretched thin.
Not long after, the two of them were subdued by the Imperial Bodyguards and pressed down in front of Wei Xiaobao, "Now that the assassins have been caught on the spot, how should we deal with them, Wei Jue Ye, please instruct us."
Wei Xiaobao circled around the two of them a few times, he smiled wretchedly, "In broad daylight, to assassinate the envoys of two countries, there must be some kind of conspiracy behind it, there must be a mastermind! Hmm, that's it, in order to prevent the two of them from colluding, I have decided to separate the two of them. As for this man, Zhang Kangnian, send someone to tie him up and bring him to the Great Song's Prefectural Yamen, order them to strictly interrogate him. As for this woman, we, the Great Qing, will personally interrogate her, to find out who it is that wants to destroy the diplomatic relations between our two countries. "
"Daren's plan is indeed brilliant, it is indeed unfathomable …" Zhang Kangnian led the Imperial Bodyguards to flatter him again.
Wang Xiaofeng's eyes looked as if they were going to burst, as long as one was not an idiot, how could he not know what the other party was planning? If his cousin was taken away by him, how could she still have her innocence?
Song Qingshu was watching from the side with great interest, he did not expect this Wei Xiaobao to be even more shameless and direct than in the original work, it was very much to his liking.
In his previous life, there was a classic question on the internet, if you had to choose between Guo Jing and Wei Xiaobao to be your friend, who would you choose?
He did not know how others would choose, but Song Qingshu was very clear, he would definitely choose Wei Xiaobao, for no other reason than Wei Xiaobao was the thickest thigh in the 49th chapter of the Golden Book.
Bao was a smart person.
His enemies were bound to be incomparably miserable, such as Liu Yizhou, who had his sweetheart NTR and lost his reputation; Zheng Keshuang, who had fallen in love with his own woman but was reconciled by him, then became a father, and finally became a prisoner …
But there were many benefits to being his friend, I will not list them one by one here …
Did Guo Jing have any friends? Other than the Old Urchin, he probably did not have any real friends, but Wei Xiaobao was different, when he needed help, he just needed to raise his arm and call for help, and wave after wave of scoundrel friends would enthusiastically come to his aid, this could be seen from the "Turtle-slaying Assembly" when he made trouble for Zheng Keshuang.
From Song Qingshu's point of view, Wei Xiaobao was the thickest thigh in the Golden Book, he had to cling to him.
But this kind of bullying behavior was a bit too unsightly, Song Qingshu frowned, in the end, he still could not bring himself to go over and befriend Wei Xiaobao. Just as he was agonizing over how to get closer to Wei Xiaobao, he saw a few bald monks waving their shining scimitars and charging at Wei Xiaobao from the dark, saying with great joy, "The heavens are really helping me!" Chapter 453: Golden Book's Number One Combat Expert
Although the monks were wearing kasayas, it could not hide the ferocity and hostility on their faces. Coupled with the strange scimitars in their hands, Song Qingshu immediately realized that these were probably disciples of the Bloodlust Blade Sect.
"Why are the people of the Bloodlust Blade Sect trying to assassinate Wei Xiaobao?" Song Qingshu was very confused. The two should not be related at all.
However, Song Qingshu did not plan on saving Wei Xiaobao right now. Saving people required timing. Right now, the strength of Wei Xiaobao's guards was sufficient. Even if he easily defeated the monks of the Bloodlust Blade Sect, he might not be that important to Wei Xiaobao. Only by putting Wei Xiaobao in a desperate situation would he be able to maximize the effect of saving people.
What did you mean by not expecting anything in return? Sorry, but Song Qingshu had never been that kind of person.
The martial arts of the monks of the Bloodlust Blade Sect were far superior to the Bell and Sword Duo. The imperial guards under Wei Xiaobao had a hard time dealing with them. They were only barely able to fend off the assassins by relying on their advantage in numbers.
"Sir Wei, have you found any satisfactory lovers on your trip to Jiangnan?" With a long laugh, Song Qingshu noticed that a valiant-looking middle-aged monk had appeared on the roof. As he spoke, he even slowly swept the back of his scimitar across his shiny bald head.
Seeing that signature movement and connecting it with the way he addressed himself, Song Qingshu wondered if this was the Bloodlust Blade Ancestor, the awesome person with heaven-defying combat skills.
In Jin Yong's novel, the Bloodlust Blade Ancestor was definitely not the one with the best martial arts, but his battle record was the most brilliant. Facing four experts of the same level as him, he killed three of them and captured one. He could be said to be the number one person in terms of actual combat.
Wei Xiaobao did not know the name of the Bloodlust Blade Ancestor. However, seeing the imposing manner of the Bloodlust Blade Ancestor's appearance, he rubbed his ears that were hurting from the Bloodlust Blade Ancestor's laughter. He thought to himself, "Hot piece mama, my subordinates can only fight to a draw with these monks who look like small fries. This new old monk is just short of writing 'I am an expert' on his forehead. Once he makes a move, Wei Xiaobao will become a dead Xiaobao."
Immediately, a smile appeared on his face and he laughed mischievously. "Senior's temperament is mighty and majestic. One look and I can tell that you are a senior from the Hua Country. I, Xiaobao, love making friends the most in my life. Today, I just happened to meet a beautiful young lady. If Senior finds her pleasing to the eye, please feel free to take her away. There's no need to be polite with me."
On the side, Shui Sheng let out a strong indignant voice. Unfortunately, her small mouth had long been gagged, and in the end, it all turned into a whimper.
The Bloodlust Blade Ancestor looked at Shui Sheng in surprise. He could not help but rub his chin with his hand and nodded. "Hmm, she is indeed a beauty. Hmm, her eyebrows have not yet blossomed, and she is still a virgin. Not bad, not bad. I like her."
Wei Xiaobao looked at him with a look of admiration. "An expert is indeed an expert. Even from so far away, you can still see that this young lady is still a virgin. Xiaobao's admiration for you is like a surging river, unending and unending …"
The Bloodlust Blade Ancestor let out a hollow laugh. "Everyone says that the Great Qing Country's Wei Jue Ye is a righteous little hero. Seeing you today, you really live up to your reputation. If it weren't for the fact that we each have our own masters, I would really like to make friends with you. What a pity, what a pity.
Although the monks were wearing kasayas, they could not hide the viciousness on their faces. Coupled with the strange scimitars in their hands, Song Qingshu immediately realized that they should be disciples of the Bloodlust Blade School.
"Why are the people of the Bloodlust Blade School trying to assassinate Wei Xiaobao?" Song Qingshu was very confused. The two should have nothing to do with each other.
However, Song Qingshu did not plan on saving Wei Xiaobao right now. Saving someone required timing. Right now, the strength of Wei Xiaobao's guards was sufficient. Even if he easily defeated the monks of the Bloodlust Blade School in a few moves, it might not be that important to Wei Xiaobao. Only by putting him in a desperate situation could he maximize the effect of saving someone.
What do you mean by not expecting anything in return? Sorry, but Song Qingshu had never been that kind of person.
The martial arts of the monks of the Bloodlust Blade School were far superior to the Bell and Sword Duo. The imperial guards under Wei Xiaobao had a hard time dealing with them. They only managed to fight off the assassins by relying on their advantage in numbers.
"Sir Wei, have you found a satisfactory lover on your trip to Jiangnan?" With a long laugh, Song Qingshu noticed that a valiant-looking middle-aged monk had appeared on the roof. As he spoke, he held the back of his scimitar and slowly swept it across his shiny bald head.
Seeing that signature movement and connecting it to the way he called himself, Song Qingshu thought to himself, "Could this be the Bloodlust Blade Ancestor?"
In Jin Yong's novels, the Bloodlust Blade Ancestor was definitely not the most skilled in martial arts, but he had the most glorious battle records. Against four experts of the same level as him, he killed three of them and captured one. He could be said to be the number one person in terms of actual combat.
Wei Xiaobao didn't know the Bloodlust Blade Ancestor's name, but when he saw the imposing manner in which he appeared, he rubbed his ears, which were hurting from the vibrations of the Bloodlust Blade Ancestor's laughter. He thought to himself, "Hot piece mama, my subordinates can only fight to a draw with these monks who look like small fries. This new old monk is just short of writing 'I am an expert' on his forehead. Once he makes a move, Wei Xiaobao will become a dead Xiaobao."
Immediately after, he piled a smile on his face and chuckled, "Senior's temperament is mighty and majestic. I, Xiaobao, love to make friends the most in my life. Today, I just happened to meet a beautiful young lady. If Senior finds her pleasing to the eye, feel free to take her away. No need to be polite with me."
To the side, Shui Sheng let out a strong indignant voice, but unfortunately, her small mouth had long been gagged. In the end, it all turned into muffled sounds.
The Bloodlust Blade Ancestor glanced at Shui Sheng in surprise. He couldn't help but rub his chin back and forth as he nodded, "Yes, she is indeed a beauty. Yes, her eyebrows haven't even matured yet, and she's still a virgin. Not bad, not bad. I like her."
Wei Xiaobao looked at him with a look of admiration. "An expert is indeed an expert. Even from so far away, you can still see that this young lady is still a virgin. Xiaobao's admiration for you is really like a surging river, continuous and unending …"
The Bloodlust Blade Ancestor laughed dryly, "Everyone says that Lord Wei of the Great Qing Country is a little hero who is generous and generous. Seeing you today, you really do live up to your reputation. If it weren't for the fact that we're both masters, I would really like to make friends with you. What a pity, what a pity.
Although the monks were wearing kasayas, they could not hide the ferocity on their faces. Coupled with the strange scimitars in their hands, Song Qingshu immediately realized that they should be disciples of the Bloodlust Blade Sect.
"Why are the people of the Bloodlust Blade Sect assassinating Wei Xiaobao?" Song Qingshu was very confused. The two shouldn't have anything to do with each other.
However, Song Qingshu did not plan on saving Wei Xiaobao right now. Saving someone required timing. Right now, Wei Xiaobao's guards were strong enough. Even if he easily defeated the monks of the Bloodlust Blade Sect, he might not be that important to Wei Xiaobao. Only by putting Wei Xiaobao in a desperate situation could he maximize the effect of saving someone.
What did you mean by not expecting anything in return? Sorry, but Song Qingshu had never been that kind of person.
The monks of the Bloodlust Blade Sect were far more skilled than the Bell and Sword Duo. The guards under Wei Xiaobao had a hard time dealing with them. They only managed to fight off the assassins by relying on their advantage in numbers.
"Wei Jueye, on this trip to Jiangnan, have you found any satisfactory lovers?" With a long laugh, Song Qingshu noticed a valiant-looking middle-aged monk appear on the roof. As he spoke, he slowly swept the back of his scimitar across his shiny bald head.
Seeing that signature movement and connecting it to the way he called himself, Song Qingshu thought to himself, "Could this be the Bloodlust Blade Ancestor?"
In Jin Yong's novels, the Bloodlust Blade Ancestor was definitely not the most skilled in martial arts, but he had the most glorious battle record. Facing four experts of the same level as him, he killed three of them and captured one. He could be said to be the number one person in terms of actual combat.
Wei Xiaobao did not know the name of the Bloodlust Blade Ancestor. However, when he saw the aura of the Bloodlust Blade Ancestor, he rubbed his ears that were hurting from the Bloodlust Blade Ancestor's laughter. He thought to himself, "Hot piece mother, my subordinates can only fight to a draw with these monks who look like small fries. This new old monk only lacks the words' I am an expert 'written on his forehead. Once he makes a move, Wei Xiaobao will become a dead Xiaobao."
Immediately, a smile appeared on his face and he laughed mischievously, "Senior's aura is mighty and majestic. One look and I can tell that you are a senior from the Hua Country. I, Xiaobao, love making friends the most in my life. Today, I just happened to meet a beautiful young lady. If Senior finds her pleasing to the eye, please feel free to take her away. There's no need to be polite with me."
At the side, Shui Sheng let out a strong indignant voice. Unfortunately, her small mouth had long been gagged, and in the end, all that could be heard was a whimper.
Blood Blade Ancestor looked at Shui Sheng in surprise and couldn't help rubbing his chin with his hand. He nodded and said, "Hmm, she is indeed a beauty in the making. Hmm, her eyebrows haven't matured yet, and she is still a virgin. Not bad, not bad. I like her."
Wei Xiaobao looked at him with a look of admiration. "An expert is indeed an expert. Even from so far away, you can still see that this young lady is still a virgin. Xiaobao's admiration for you is like a surging river, unending and unending …"
Blood Blade Ancestor let out a hollow laugh. "Everyone says that the Great Qing Country's Wei Jue Ye is a little hero who is generous and generous. Seeing you today, you really live up to your reputation. If it weren't for the fact that we have different masters, I would really like to make friends with you. What a pity, what a pity. You are truly the number one combat expert in the Golden Book.
Although the monks were wearing kasayas, they could not hide the viciousness on their faces. Coupled with the strange scimitars in their hands, Song Qingshu immediately realized that they should be disciples of the Blood Blade School.
"Why are the people of the Blood Blade School assassinating Wei Xiaobao?" Song Qingshu was very confused. The two should not be related at all, right?
However, Song Qingshu did not plan on saving Wei Xiaobao right now. Saving someone required timing. Right now, the strength of Wei Xiaobao's guards was sufficient. Even if he easily defeated the monks of the Blood Blade School, he might not be that important to Wei Xiaobao. Only by putting Wei Xiaobao in a desperate situation could he maximize the effect of saving someone.
What do you mean by not expecting anything in return? Sorry, but Song Qingshu had never been that kind of person.
The martial arts of the monks of the Blood Blade School were far superior to the Bell and Sword Duo. The imperial guards under Wei Xiaobao had a hard time dealing with them. They only managed to fight off the assassins by relying on their advantage in numbers.
"Sir Wei, have you found a satisfactory lover on your trip to Jiangnan?" With a long laugh, Song Qingshu noticed that a valiant-looking middle-aged monk had appeared on the roof. As he spoke, he held the back of his scimitar and slowly swept it across his shiny bald head.
Seeing that signature movement and connecting it to the way he called himself, Song Qingshu thought to himself, "Could this be the Blood Blade Ancestor, the amazing person with heaven-defying combat skills?"
In Jin Yong's novels, the Blood Blade Ancestor was definitely not the most skilled in martial arts, but he had the most glorious battle records. Against four experts of the same level as him, he killed three of them and captured one. He could be said to be the best in combat.
Wei Xiaobao didn't know the Blood Blade Ancestor's name, but when he saw the imposing manner in which he appeared, he rubbed his ears that were hurting from the vibrations of the Blood Blade Ancestor's laughter. He thought to himself, "Hot piece mama, my subordinates can only fight to a draw with these monks who look like small fries. This new old monk is just short of writing 'I am an expert' on his forehead. Once he makes a move, Wei Xiaobao will become a dead Xiaobao."
Immediately after, he piled a smile on his face and chuckled, "Senior's temperament is mighty and majestic. I, Xiaobao, love to make friends the most in my life. Today, I just happened to meet a beautiful young lady. If Senior finds her pleasing to the eye, feel free to take her away. No need to be polite with me."
To the side, Shui Sheng let out a strong indignant voice, but unfortunately, her small mouth had long been gagged. In the end, it all turned into muffled sounds.
The Blood Blade Ancestor glanced at Shui Sheng in surprise. He couldn't help but rub his chin back and forth as he nodded, "Yes, she is indeed a beauty. Yes, her eyebrows haven't even matured yet, and she's still a virgin. Not bad, not bad. I like her."
Wei Xiaobao looked at him with a look of admiration. "An expert is indeed an expert. Even from so far away, you can still see that this young lady is still a virgin. Xiaobao's admiration for you is really like a surging river, continuous and unending …"
The Blood Blade Ancestor laughed dryly, "Everyone says that Lord Wei of the Great Qing Country is a little hero who is generous and generous. Seeing you today, you really do live up to your reputation. If it weren't for the fact that we're both masters, I would really like to make friends with you. What a pity, what a pity.
Although the monks were wearing kasayas, they could not hide the ferocity on their faces. Coupled with the strange scimitars in their hands, Song Qingshu immediately realized that they should be disciples of the Blood Blade Sect.
"Why are the people of the Blood Blade Sect assassinating Wei Xiaobao?" Song Qingshu was very confused. The two shouldn't have anything to do with each other.
However, Song Qingshu didn't plan on saving Wei Xiaobao right now. Saving someone required timing. Right now, Wei Xiaobao's guards were strong enough. Even if he easily defeated the monks of the Blood Blade Sect, he might not be that important to Wei Xiaobao. Only by putting Wei Xiaobao in a desperate situation could he maximize the effect of saving someone.
What do you mean by not expecting anything in return? Sorry, but Song Qingshu had never been that kind of person.
The monks of the Blood Blade Sect were far more skilled than the Bell and Sword Duo. The guards under Wei Xiaobao had a hard time dealing with them. They were only barely able to fend off the assassins by relying on their advantage in numbers.
"Wei Jueye, on this trip to Jiangnan, have you found any satisfactory lovers?" With a long laugh, Song Qingshu noticed a valiant-looking middle-aged monk appear on the roof. As he spoke, he slowly swept the back of his scimitar across his shiny bald head.
Seeing that signature movement and connecting it to the way he called himself, Song Qingshu thought to himself, "Could this be Blood Blade Ancestor, that amazing person with heaven-defying combat skills?"
In Jin Yong's novels, Blood Blade Ancestor definitely wasn't the most skilled in martial arts, but he had the most glorious battle record. Facing four experts of the same level as him, he killed three of them and captured one. He could be said to be the number one person in terms of actual combat.
Wei Xiaobao didn't know about Blood Blade Ancestor's name. However, when he saw the imposing manner with which he appeared, he rubbed his ears that were hurting from the vibrations of his laughter. He thought to himself, "Hot piece mama, my subordinates can only fight to a draw with these monks who look like small fries. This new old monk only lacks the words' I'm an expert 'written on his forehead. Once he makes a move, Wei Xiaobao will become a dead Xiaobao."
Immediately, a smile appeared on his face and he laughed mischievously. "Senior's temperament is mighty and majestic. I, Xiaobao, love making friends the most in my life. Today, I happened to meet a beautiful young lady. If Senior finds her pleasing to the eye, feel free to take her away. No need to be polite with me."
At the side, Shui Sheng let out a strong indignant voice. Unfortunately, her small mouth had long been gagged, and in the end, it all turned into a "wu wu" sound.
Blood Blade Ancestor glanced at Shui Sheng in surprise. He couldn't help but rub his chin with his hand and nod. "En, she is indeed a beauty. En, her eyebrows haven't bloomed yet, and she's still a virgin. Not bad, not bad. I like her."
Wei Xiaobao looked at him with a look of admiration. "An expert is indeed an expert. Even from so far away, you can still see that this young lady is still a virgin. Xiaobao's admiration for you is like a surging river, unending and unending …"
Blood Blade Ancestor let out a hollow laugh. "Everyone says that the Great Qing Country's Wei Jue Ye is a righteous little hero. Seeing you today, you really live up to your reputation. If it weren't for the fact that we each have our own masters, I would really like to make friends with you. What a pity, what a pity.
Although the monks were wearing kasayas, it was difficult to hide the viciousness on their faces. Coupled with the strange scimitars in their hands, Song Qingshu immediately realized that they should be disciples of the Blood Blade School.
"Why are the people of the Blood Blade School assassinating Wei Xiaobao?" Song Qingshu was very confused. The two shouldn't have anything to do with each other.
However, Song Qingshu didn't plan on saving Wei Xiaobao right now. Saving someone required timing. Right now, the strength of Wei Xiaobao's guards was sufficient. Even if he easily defeated the monks of the Blood Blade School, it wouldn't be that important to Wei Xiaobao. Only by putting Wei Xiaobao in a desperate situation could he maximize the effect of saving someone.
What do you mean by not expecting anything in return? Sorry, but Song Qingshu had never been that kind of person.
The martial arts of the monks of the Blood Blade School were far superior to the Bell and Sword Duo. The imperial guards under Wei Xiaobao had a hard time dealing with them. They only managed to fight off the assassins by relying on their advantage in numbers.
"Sir Wei, have you found a satisfactory lover on your trip to Jiangnan?" With a long laugh, Song Qingshu noticed that a valiant-looking middle-aged monk had appeared on the roof. As he spoke, he held the back of his scimitar and slowly swept it across his shiny bald head.
Seeing that signature movement and connecting it to the way he called himself, Song Qingshu thought to himself, "Could this be the amazing Blood Blade Ancestor with his heaven-defying combat skills?"
In Jin Yong's novels, the Blood Blade Ancestor definitely wasn't the most skilled in martial arts, but he had the most glorious battle records. Against four experts of the same level as him, he killed three of them and captured one. He could be said to be the best in combat.
Wei Xiaobao didn't know the Blood Blade Ancestor's name, but when he saw the imposing manner of his entrance, he rubbed his ears that were hurting from the vibrations of his laughter. He thought to himself, "Hot piece mama, my subordinates can only fight to a draw with these monks who look like small fries. This new old monk only lacks the words' I am an expert 'written on his forehead. Once he makes a move, Wei Xiaobao will become a dead Xiaobao."
Immediately after, he piled a smile on his face and chuckled, "Senior's temperament is mighty and majestic. I, Xiaobao, love to make friends the most in my life. Today, I just happened to meet a beautiful young lady. If Senior finds her pleasing to the eye, feel free to take her away. There's no need to be polite with me."
To the side, Shui Sheng let out a strong indignant voice. Unfortunately, her small mouth had long been gagged. In the end, it all turned into muffled sounds.
The Blood Blade Ancestor glanced at Shui Sheng in surprise. He couldn't help but rub his chin with his hand. He nodded and said, "Hmm, she is indeed a beauty. Hmm, her eyebrows haven't matured yet. She is still a virgin. Not bad, not bad. I like her."
Wei Xiaobao looked at him with a look of admiration. "An expert is indeed an expert. Even from so far away, you can still see that this young lady is still a virgin. Xiaobao's admiration for you is really like a surging river, continuous and unending …"
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