"Yang of the Yang family's generals …" Song Qingshu muttered in his heart. In his previous life, the Yang family's generals were well-known in novels, TV shows, and even comic books. "Yi Shu · 1? k? a? The Yang family's generals were loyal. This yellow-robed woman came from the Yang family. It seemed that she had a close relationship with the Southern Song government.
However, Song Qingshu's attention quickly shifted to another point. Compared to the Yang family's generals, the Yang family's female generals were more famous. Her husband died on the battlefield, leaving behind a house of beautiful young widows …
Based on the yellow-robed woman's appearance, the women of the Yang family must be beauties. Should he go and save them?
Song QingShu's mind was full of wild and unrestrained thoughts, causing him to despise himself a little. Wasn't this a little too much of a beast? His father's life and death were still unknown!
However, Song QingShu quickly tossed this concern aside. After all, he wasn't the real Song QingShu. He had never even met Song YuanQiao, let alone had any feelings for him. He had already done his best to save Song YuanQiao. If he couldn't even think about women because of Song YuanQiao, then Song QingShu would never be willing.
As for whether or not seducing the Yang family's female generals would be letting down the heroes who died on the battlefield, Song Qingshu did not even consider this question. Firstly, these people were too illusory to him. Secondly, he never intended to use force. What was there to let a group of beautiful women become widows at such a young age? In his opinion, it was too unfair to those women.
"Abbot Xuan Ci, I have offended you tonight. Please forgive me. Qingshu, let's go. " Zhang SanFeng saw that Song Qingshu did not respond and could not help but call him again. If he knew what was going on in his mind at this moment, even if Zhang SanFeng was a man of great self-restraint, he would probably still get rid of him.
Xuan Ci's face showed some hesitation. In the end, he gave up on using the power of the entire temple to keep the two of them. However, the uneasiness in his heart was expressed in his words. He coldly replied, "I won't send you off!"
Watching the two figures gradually disappear into the darkness, Kong Wen could not help but say, "Senior Abbot, are we really going to let them go just like that?"
Xuan Ci sighed and said, "Now that we know that this is a conspiracy of the Jin Kingdom, we can't jump into it and be used by them."
Kong Wen hurriedly said, "But today's opportunity is once in a blue moon. If we want to keep Zhang SanFeng here again, I don't know how long it will take."
"Do you really think you can stop the two of them?" Not far away, the monk who had been silent all this time suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He sat cross-legged on the ground and adjusted his breath. He sighed with lingering fear, "The dense purple Qi is really powerful!"
"What are you …" Xuan Ci's face instantly turned pale with fright. She quickly took out the Great Recover Pill, the holy healing medicine of Shaolin Temple, and gave it to him.
After taking the Recover Pill, the monk's complexion finally improved a bit. He slowly opened his eyes, "If it was just Zhang SanFeng alone, then it wouldn't be a big deal. Even if I were to risk my own serious injuries and combine the strength of the entire temple, I would still be able to force him to stay. Unfortunately, there is still Song Qingshu. Although his martial arts is currently not as good as mine, the gap is already very small. If we really fight, I am afraid that tonight will be an unprecedented catastrophe for Shaolin Temple. Want? See?? Book · 1 book k? a? Nshu · cc "
"Is the one surnamed Song really so powerful?" Xuan Ci looked at him in disbelief.
The monk nodded slightly, "For the next period of time, I will be in seclusion to recuperate. Unless something big happens, don't disturb me. As for the other things, we will proceed according to our previous plan. "After saying this, he slowly walked back to the Sutra Depository.
Xuan Ci and the others behind him respectfully bowed and said, "Yes!"
At this time, Zhang SanFeng and Song Qingshu had just left Shaolin Temple. Song Qingshu had been chattering along the way, but Zhang SanFeng had not said a word. Finally, Song Qingshu finally noticed his abnormality, "Great Master, what's wrong with you?"
Zhang SanFeng leaned against a pine tree on the side of the road. He could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Song Qingshu's expression changed, and he hurriedly transferred his internal force into his body.
After the time it took to burn a stick of incense, Zhang SanFeng felt that the churning internal Qi in his body had gradually calmed down. He could not help but sigh, "I did not expect that there would be such a master in this world. If you had not warned me in advance, I am afraid that I would have suffered a great loss by going to Shaolin Temple without knowing anything."
"Great Master, is that monk really so powerful that even you are not his opponent?" Song Qingshu turned pale with fright. During this period of time, he could be said to be in awe of Zhang SanFeng's cultivation. If someone said that the monk's martial arts were higher than Zhang SanFeng's, he would never believe it.
Zhang SanFeng shook his head slightly, "The other party's internal injuries are not light. The reason why you lost this time was because Xuan Ci and the others sneak-attacked me from behind. My mind was shaken, and I planned to exchange injury for injury to force the monk to retreat first."
Song Qingshu's face was full of guilt, "It's all my fault. If I had come down a little earlier, you would not have suffered such a serious injury."
Zhang SanFeng smiled and said, "How can you be blamed for this? Everything happened in a flash. It was you, great master, who was careless. You should not have easily competed with the monk's internal force. Who would have thought that Xuan Ci and the other monks would actually … Sigh!"
Song Qingshu snorted coldly, "These Shaolin monks are full of fake compassion. I have observed their words and actions, and it seems that they are plotting something big. We must be careful in the future."
Zhang SanFeng deeply agreed, "Yes, I also feel that they seem to be plotting something."
"Leave these conspiracies to us juniors to worry about. Great master, you should concentrate on pursuing the Way of Heaven." Song Qingshu continued, "As for the whereabouts of my father and the others, this time let me investigate."
Zhang SanFeng nodded slightly, "That's good too. I'm afraid that you will have to return to Wu Dang to recuperate for a few months to recover from your internal injuries."
"Qingshu will first send great master back to Wu Dang, and then we will go to the Jin Kingdom to investigate." Song Qingshu was worried that Zhang SanFeng might be in danger on the road due to his serious injuries.
Zhang SanFeng could see his worry at a glance, and could not help but laugh, "Qingshu, you worry too much. Although I am injured, I am afraid that no one in this world can stop me if I want to protect myself. On the contrary, your father and the others, I am worried that as time passes, they may be in even more danger. There is no time to lose, you should go and save them first. "
"But since the Jin Kingdom has deliberately designed such a trap, I am afraid that when the time comes, they will not easily let you return to Wu Dang." In the end, Song Qingshu still persuaded Zhang SanFeng to first rest at the inn in the town at the foot of the mountain for a night, and help him heal his injuries.
After a night of hard work, Zhang SanFeng's injuries finally stabilized. Only then did Song Qingshu feel a little relieved. With Zhang SanFeng's current condition, as long as he did not encounter a master like the Sweeping Monk, it was absolutely more than enough to protect himself.
After seeing Zhang SanFeng off, Song Qingshu began to think about how to find out the whereabouts of Song YuanQiao and the others. According to the yellow-robed woman, this was the plan of some high officials of the Jin Kingdom.
"High officials …" Song Qingshu was a little confused. He did not have much interaction with the Jin Kingdom, so the first person he thought of was Ouyang Feng. However, after being tricked by him a few times, he subconsciously became a little defensive and did not want to look for him.
Suddenly, Song Qingshu's eyes lit up. Mount Song was not far from Feng. At first glance, he knew that Madame Tang was a social butterfly among the nobles. He should be able to find some information from her.
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