"How dare you!"
At this critical moment, Song Qingshu descended from the sky. He did not expect that he would say this catchphrase that had been ridiculed countless times in his previous life. But at this moment, besides this, he could not find any other words to describe the anger in his heart. "Reading ww? w? · 1? k? A reading n? s? h? U reading · c? c?
He didn't expect that the Shaolin eminent monk, who had always been sanctimonious, would actually take advantage of the critical moment when Zhang SanFeng was competing with his inner force to make a move against him. This was clearly to put him in a dead end.
Song Qingshu's eyes suddenly turned red. He was waiting to neutralize the opponent's various long-range attacks. The wooden sword faintly wandered around his body. He had already planned to start a massacre tonight.
Seeing the look in Song Qingshu's eyes, Xuan Ci's heart skipped a beat. He knew that today's matter could not be resolved peacefully. He also made a prompt decision and shouted, "Get into formation. This concerns the reputation of our Shaolin. There is no need to talk about Jianghu rules with him. Let's attack together."
Song QingShu chuckled and said, "It seems that His Abbotship intends to leave both of us here. When the time comes, no one will know what happened tonight. Your Shaolin Temple can just come up with a random excuse to get away with it. You can even take the opportunity to get rid of the Wudang Sect's greatest threat. You are indeed brilliant.
Song QingShu secretly regretted it. Xuan Ci was the big brother who massacred Xiao Feng's family that year. If this matter could still be explained by Murong Bo deceiving him, but after that, he had an affair with Ye Erniang, causing Ye Erniang, a good girl, to get pregnant before marriage, but he didn't care about it. Want? Reading · 1? k? A reading n? After Ye Erniang brought disaster to Jianghu, where did her martial arts come from? Xuan Ci had always claimed to be compassionate. Why did he not control her? Moreover, when the heroes of Jianghu died one after another in order to keep his identity a secret, why did he not show up? Only when he was forced into a corner by Xiao Yuanshan at the Shaolin convention did he confess everything?
At the end of the day, Xuan Ci was not as sanctimonious as he looked. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was another Yue Buqun.
Looking at the monks before him, Song Qingshu began to ponder. Xuan Cheng, Fang Zheng, and San Du were seriously injured and had yet to recover. As for the remaining Xuan, Kong, and Fang generation monks, although they were first-rate experts in the eyes of ordinary people, in Song Qingshu's opinion, only Xuzhu and Xuan Ci were worth paying attention to.
"Hmph, I'll make Shaolin Temple bleed today!" A fierce look flashed in Song Qingshu's eyes.
In fact, the best choice for him now was to take advantage of this opportunity to seriously injure the Sweeping Monk. After all, the two of them were competing in terms of internal energy. If he and Zhang SanFeng joined forces, even if the Sweeping Monk's martial arts were divine, he could only die with a grievance on the spot. Then, within the entire Shaolin Temple, there would be no one who could be a match for the two of them. It was a pity that Song Qingshu was unwilling to take advantage of others when they were in a precarious situation, so he shifted his target to Xuan Ci and the others.
The Shaolin Temple and Song Qingshu had been enemies for many times, so they had long wanted to get rid of him. Therefore, the monks glared at Song Qingshu with hostility. Reading a book? WW · 1 · CC
The battle was about to begin!
Suddenly, the sound of zither and flute resonated in the air. It sounded like several zithers and flutes were playing at the same time. The music was ethereal, faintly discernible, but everyone could hear it very clearly. It was just that it fluctuated from east to west, and no one knew where it came from.
Song QingShu was startled. Who was playing tricks on him? When he saw the slightly changed expression of Xuan Ci and the others, he couldn't help but feel surprised. It seemed that these Shaolin Temple monks obviously knew the identity of the other party, and they seemed to be quite afraid of them.
The zither clanged three times, and suddenly four girls in white floated down from the east and west eaves to the courtyard. Each of them held a zither in their hands. These four zithers were shorter and narrower than ordinary seven-spun zithers, but they still had seven strings. After the four girls landed, they stood in four corners of the courtyard. Then four girls in black walked in, each holding a long black flute in their hands. This flute was half the length of a common flute. The four girls in black also stood in four corners. Four white and four black, standing in a crisscrossed position.
The eight girls stood in position. The four zithers sounded a tune, and then the flute joined in. The music was extremely gentle and elegant. Song Qingshu didn't understand music, but he still felt that the music was sweet. Although he was in a very urgent situation, he was willing to listen to it for a moment.
Amidst the melodious music, a woman in a light yellow robe slowly walked in. She was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, graceful and charming, extremely beautiful, but her face was too pale, without the slightest hint of blood.
"What an exaggerated way to appear …" Song Qingshu was startled. He couldn't help but think of an extremely mysterious person in the original work, the yellow-robed woman. She also appeared in the Lion-slaying Assembly. But at that time, all the meridians in Song Qingshu's body were broken, and he was struggling at death's door. Naturally, he didn't have the chance to see her.
"Miss, why have you come to our temple again?" Xuan Ci took a step forward and asked. If outsiders saw this, they would certainly find it strange that someone of Xuan Ci's status in Jianghu would be so polite to a little girl. But Xuan Ci knew that the martial arts this woman had displayed at the Lion-slaying Assembly were really shocking. He had no choice but to respect her.
"I don't dare to give you advice. I'm here today because I'm worried that you will all be used by others and hurt the harmony between Shaolin and Wudang." The yellow-robed woman smiled slightly, like the first melting of ice and snow. Many of the young monks couldn't help but blush when they saw this.
"Used by others?" Xuan Ci frowned and muttered to himself.
The yellow-robed woman didn't continue to answer his questions. Instead, she turned to Song Qingshu. Her bright eyes were filled with curiosity. "In recent years, Young Master has suddenly become a new force to be reckoned with. You're in the limelight, almost as if you're the leader of the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Wuji. I thought you were some amazing person. But seeing you today, Young Master's head is full of murderous intent. Ay, ay!"
But Song Qingshu didn't fall for her trick. He laughed coldly and said, "Song Mou has heard that Miss made a stunning appearance at the Lion-slaying Assembly, like a fairy who has fallen to the mortal world. I've always regretted that I didn't have the chance to see you. Who would have thought that when I see you today, I only see an ordinary woman who cares about ostentation and reputation. Ay, ay, I'm so disappointed." He was giving her a taste of her own medicine. He learned it so well that many of the Shaolin monks had to suppress their laughter.
The yellow-robed woman's face turned red. She had a noble status and was extremely beautiful. Everywhere she went, everyone treated her with the utmost respect, as if they were afraid of blaspheming a fairy. When had she ever met such a scoundrel like Song Qingshu?
"I've long heard that Young Master has a sharp tongue. Your clever mouth has deceived the hearts of many women. Seeing you today, you really live up to your reputation," the yellow-robed woman said with a faint smile.
Song Qingshu chuckled and said, "Miss, it's better if you don't talk to me too much. I'm afraid that if you talk too much, you'll accidentally fall in love with me."
The yellow-robed woman's starry eyes widened. She had never met such a shameless person. She couldn't help but let out a soft snort and no longer paid attention to him. Instead, she walked towards Zhang SanFeng and the sweeping monk who were competing with their internal energy.
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