"Puff!" He spat out a mouthful of blood. If Song Qingshu didn't have the divine power to protect his body, an ordinary person would have been killed by Hong Antong's punch.
Sangjie and Blood Knife Ancestor also attacked. Song Qingshu barely managed to block a few attacks before Blood Knife Ancestor's knife was placed on his neck.
"My life is over!" Song Qingshu felt a chill in his heart. An image of a head flying high flashed in his mind.
"Ding!" A hidden weapon was shot on Blood Knife Ancestor's knife. The three people in the field were shocked, not because of how powerful the hidden weapon was, but because it was a Golden Snake Awl!
They turned around in confusion and saw that Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu were attacking Jiu Mozhi together, so they didn't have time to shoot this hidden weapon …
"No need to look. I released that Golden Snake Awl." Xia Qingqing walked in slowly. At this moment, she didn't have the enchanting temperament she had before. Her hair was cloudy and her clothes were red. All the men in the field felt that she was very dignified.
Sangjie pointed at the acupoints on Song Qingshu's body and asked in confusion, "Why didn't Madam Yuan let me end his life?"
"I still have something important to ask him. Thank you for helping me catch him." Xia Qingqing put her hands on the right side of her waist and slightly bent her knees to bow. She was really graceful.
Sangjie and Hong Antong were fine. Sangjie was a monk, and Hong Antong hadn't been close to women for many years. He didn't even have a wife at home. Therefore, although they appreciated her beauty, they didn't think too much about it.
However, Blood Knife Ancestor was different. When he saw Xia Qingqing's slender waist as she bowed, he wanted to go forward and help her up. Greed flashed in his eyes, but when he thought of his husband, who was highly skilled in martial arts, he sighed inwardly. "I'd better find another girl. That cross-dressing girl is not bad."
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that she would save his life in the end. Thinking of the affection they had just had, he couldn't help but feel excited.
Noticing his gaze, Xia Qingqing thought of something and couldn't help but blush. She pretended to be concerned about the situation on the other side and didn't look at him again.
Although Jiu Mozhi was at a disadvantage, he was still able to fight back. However, when he noticed that Song Qingshu was seriously injured and captured, he felt a chill in his heart. He thought that if he continued to fight, he might really meet the Buddha.
He hurriedly urged the Flaming Saber with all his might to force Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu away. Then, he leaped toward Song Qingshu. "Prince Song, I'm here to save you."
Sangjie and Hong Antong turned pale with fright, both of them punched Jiu Mozhi in the air. They didn't expect that Jiu Mozhi's attack was just a feint. Although his palm looked frightening, it actually didn't have any force behind it. When it came into contact with Sangjie and Hong Antong's force, with the help of the two's force, his body broke through the window on the side like lightning and disappeared into the night sky. No one had thought that this would happen. Yuan Chengzhi and the others were worried about his high martial arts, so no one was willing to continue chasing him.
"Lord Wei, Prince Song, I'll go back and invite many experts. I'll definitely come and save you."
Jiu Mozhi's voice came from afar.
"Your companion is really loyal." Xia Qingqing stood next to Song Qingshu and sneered.
"I didn't expect that after traveling together for so many days, it couldn't compare to a moment of friendship with a lady." Song Qingshu sighed. "Indigo Collar, leisurely my heart. What a good Lady Youyou. I should've thought of this earlier."
Seeing that the situation wasn't good, Wei Xiaobao hurriedly changed his expression. "Sect Leader Hong will enjoy immortal good fortune forever and live as long as the heavens!"
"Blood Saber School's Sect Leader is well-educated and virtuous …"
"Master, your glory covers the common people …"
Wei Xiaobao uttered a series of incoherent flattery. Seeing that everyone was only sneering, Wei Xiaobao heaved a sigh, "Ai, his grandfather, consider this old man's defeat today. If you want to kill me or cut me up, do as you please.
"Didn't you people from the Central Plains say 'after eighteen years, you'll be a good man again'?" Sangjie thought he remembered wrong and looked at his companion in confusion.
"Damn you, I think eighteen years is too long. I want to come out two years earlier." Wei Xiaobao glared at him. Since he couldn't escape death, he unexpectedly became unyielding.
"Everyone, the soldiers outside the city will be here in a moment. It's better for us to leave early." Yuan Chengzhi walked over and said.
"Since I've already saved my cousin, I won't disturb you anymore. I'll say goodbye here." Murong Fu cupped his fists. In his heart, he was thinking, Golden Snake King, Divine Dragon Sect Leader, Blood Knife Sect Leader, and Master Sangjie were all tyrants. If he befriended them, it might be helpful to his great cause of revival. Unfortunately, they tried to kill the Manchurian Qing Emperor's most favored Wei Xiaobao. I'm afraid they'll come for revenge. It's better if I don't get involved in this mess. It's not wise to offend the Manchurian Qing Empire …
"Nan Murong's reputation is well-deserved. To be able to fight side by side with Prince Murong, I'm really happy." Just now, the two of them had joined hands to deal with Jiu Mozhi. Yuan Chengzhi admired the depth and subtlety of his martial arts.
"Cousin, Prince Song, he …" Wang Yuyan tugged on Murong Fu's sleeve. She looked at the dispirited Song Qingshu with eyes full of worry.
"Thank you for your concern, Miss Wang. Song Mou won't die anytime soon. You don't have to worry about me. I believe that since the heavens brought me to this world, they won't let me die so easily. Hahaha …" Song Qingshu spat out a mouthful of blood. His laughter was filled with desolation.
It turned out that Song QingShu was well aware of Murong Fu's nature of seeking benefits and avoiding harm. With so many experts present, it was impossible for Murong Fu to save him. In the end, Murong Fu would probably come up with a bunch of high-sounding reasons to tactfully refuse.
Why should he listen to those hypocritical words and be disgusted before his death …
"It's been a while, but Prince Song is still so open-minded … Cousin, we shouldn't stay here for long. Let's go." Murong Fu pulled Wang Yuyan and disappeared at the entrance of the inn.
"Miss Wang, wait for me." Duan Yu hurriedly chased after them.
After Song Qingshu and Wei Xiaobao were tied up, they were thrown into a carriage.
Among them, a group of people hurried out of the city.
When Doron arrived at the Lovely Spring Courtyard with a large group of people, he saw the guards lying on the ground. Wei Xiaobao was nowhere to be seen. His face couldn't help but turn ashen. He ordered, "Get out of the city and chase after them!"
Yuan Chengzhi's group was already prepared. After disguising themselves, their escape route was very circuitous, and they quickly lost their pursuers.
One day, when they stopped to rest at noon, Blood Knife Ancestor fiercely glared at Wei Xiaobao. He turned to Yuan Chengzhi and said, "Golden Snake King, why don't you just kill this brat with your blade? Why do you have to take the trouble to escape with him?"
Blood Knife Ancestor and Sangjie could leave as soon as they left Yangzhou, but they were afraid that Wei Xiaobao would be rescued and brought back, leading to the failure of their mission, so they followed Yuan Chengzhi's group. However, these past few days of hiding had made them quite impatient.
Finally, Blood Knife Ancestor asked, "I plan to bring this dog official back to the Golden Snake Camp and invite the leaders of the Shandong Volunteer Army to come here. Together, we will kill him as a sacrifice to the flag. Only in this way can we strengthen our Shandong Volunteer Army's prestige." Yuan Chengzhi thought that ever since Kangxi came to power, the days of the Volunteer Army had become more and more difficult. In recent years, the morale of the Volunteer Army was somewhat low, and they had long lost the drive they had in the past. He hoped that by killing the Emperor's trusted general, he could raise the morale of the people.
On the side, Wei Xiaobao's heart turned cold. He thought, "His grandfather, this black-faced man looks honest and sincere, who would have thought that he is so cruel and merciless? If I go back with him, I will be hacked into pieces. On the contrary, this fiendish Blood Knife Ancestor … "
He rolled his eyes and suddenly an idea came to his mind. "Aiyo, I want to pee!" he shouted.
Blood Knife Ancestor happened to walk by his side. He impatiently said, "Pee in your pants."
Wei Xiaobao revealed a flattering smile. "Of course I don't care, but my urine is smelly and smelly. I can't help but disturb Ancestor's appetite."
"Bad luck!" Blood Knife Ancestor threw the sesame seed cake in his hand to the side. He picked Wei Xiaobao up and walked ten meters away. He untied the rope on Wei Xiaobao's body and said, "Hey, hurry up. If you dare to run, Ancestor will break your tendons."
"Hehe, how could I dare? Actually, Xiaobao just wanted to talk to you, Ancestor." Wei Xiaobao looked at him with a beaming smile; he didn't look like he was in a hurry to pee at all.
"What do I have to talk to you?" Blood Knife Ancestor disdainfully turned his head away.
"Ancestor, do you think that if I die, you will complete the mission?" Wei Xiaobao asked in reply.
"Of course, so you better die quickly." Blood Knife Ancestor fiercely glared at him.
"Ridiculous, it's really ridiculous." Wei Xiaobao shook his head and looked at him with a pitiful gaze.
Blood Knife Ancestor couldn't help but ask, "What are you laughing at?"
"I'm laughing at you and that lama for being muddle-headed. Big turtle eggs, you became someone's thugs for nothing, but you didn't even get a fart." Wei Xiaobao looked at him with contempt.
"You have the ability to make the dead come back to life."
Boy, you don't need to sow discord. "Blood Knife Ancestor chuckled." This Ancestor has eaten more salt than you have eaten rice. "
"Forget about Yuan Chengzhi. If he kills me, he can gain the support of the Shandong Volunteer Army and improve his prestige. What good will my death do to you?" Wei Xiaobao asked with a sneer.
"How can there be no good?" Blood Knife Ancestor said, "The Seventh Prince wants you dead. We have the same goal as Yuan Chengzhi, so we just take what we need."
"Take what we need?" Wei Xiaobao sneered. "May I ask why your Prince wants me dead? Where are we now? "
"Of course he wants to get rid of Kangxi's right-hand man. Eh! That's not right … "Blood Knife Great Ancestor was terrified. He realized that the Seventh Wangye's main purpose was to destroy the alliance between the Manchurian Qing and the Song Kingdom. If he killed Wei Xiaobao in the Song Kingdom, the Song Kingdom would be implicated. Now that the envoy was dead, there was no way to talk about the alliance. Kangxi might even start a war with the Song Kingdom to punish them.
However, Wei Xiaobao had long left the Song Kingdom and was in the Manchurian Qing territory!
"Hmph, it's good to break Kangxi's arm." Blood Knife Ancestor was still stubborn.
"Sigh, although it's a little embarrassing, I still have to be honest. Other than flattery, corruption, and bribery, what else can I do? How can I be considered the Emperor's right-hand man? " Wei Xiaobao said with a bitter face, "If you really let me die, I'm afraid you won't have a chance under the Seventh Prince in the future."
Blood Knife Ancestor was shocked. "How is that possible?"
"Think about it, from the Seventh Wangye's point of view, you didn't kill me in the Kingdom of Song because you were incompetent. Later on, you captured me, but you didn't bring me back to Mongolia. Instead, you took the opportunity to threaten our emperor and allowed others to kill me. This is brainlessness. How could the Seventh Wangye feel at ease using such an incompetent and brainless person?" Wei Xiaobao's smile became more and more treacherous. Chapter 68: A Golden Millet Dream
Blood Knife Ancestor's face became more and more unsightly. He snorted coldly and did not say anything. He tied Wei Xiaobao up and returned to the camp.
Wei Xiaobao knew his words had an effect because he saw Blood Knife Ancestor immediately find Sangjie. The two of them pointed at him and whispered to each other.
"Ancestor, I think that brat's words are reasonable." Sangjie's face was gloomy.
"How about we capture him and bring him back to the Mongolian Plains?" Blood Knife Ancestor's eyes flashed.
"It's just that Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts are too high. Now that I've been injured by Song Qingshu's sword energy, I'm afraid you and I won't be able to catch him." Last time, Song Qingshu's sword pierced through Sangjie's Mahamudra aura and he had already suffered a serious internal injury. He had been suppressing it all this time.
"So what if I join you?" With a long laugh, Hong Antong came out from the shadows. It turned out that he had been coveting the eight Forty-two-chapter Sutra in Wei Xiaobao's hands. How could he be willing to see Wei Xiaobao die?
Unfortunately, he was alone. Blood Knife Ancestor and Sangjie were not weaker than him. Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts were obviously higher than his. Therefore, he did not dare to act blindly without thinking. He could only pay attention to Blood Knife Ancestor and Sangjie's movements. When he heard the contents of their conversation, he could not help but jump out in joy.
Looking at the three old foxes whispering to each other, Wei Xiaobao heaved a long sigh of relief. He thought that his little life was finally saved. Even if he was captured and brought to Mongolia, he might not necessarily die. Perhaps, with his glib tongue, he might be able to make that Mongolian king let him go … Thinking of this, Wei Xiaobao could not help but giggle.
On the other side, Song Qingshu was tied to a temporary pillar. He looked dispirited, but in fact, he was secretly circulating his True Qi according to the Nine Yin Manual's acupoint unblocking method. He began to attack the acupoints in his body.
Suddenly, his nose smelled a trace of sweet fragrance. His heart moved. Song Qingshu opened his eyes and saw a light green skirt flashing in front of him. He raised his head and looked. "So, it's Youyou … Oh, no, Madam Yuan."
"How are your injuries?" Xia Qingqing slightly wrinkled her Emei. She thought of how he had been hit by Hong Antong's palm and also injured by the other two people. She could not help but look worried.
"Thank you for your concern, Madam Yuan. My True Qi is only scattered. I won't die for a while." Song Qingshu leaned against the pillar and looked at Xia Qingqing with a playful expression. "I don't know if it was Miss Youyou who told you to come see me."
Xia Qingqing blushed. Seeing that he did not expose her, Xia Qingqing took the opportunity to play dumb. "Miss Youyou hates you to death. How could she come see you again?"
"Ah, after that day, I'm afraid Song Mou and Miss Youyou will never see each other again." Song Qingshu understood that Xia Qingqing had only made a temporary cameo that day in order to lure Wei Xiaobao. Looking at the dignified and magnanimous Xia Qingqing, Song Qingshu understood that the naturally seductive and famous prostitute of Yangzhou who could turn all living things upside down had disappeared forever.
"Hmph!" During these two days when they were alone, Xia Qingqing's heart could not help but sway every time she recalled the intimate scenes with him. Even though the two of them did not have a real sword, they still did not have a real sword.
Blood Knife Ancestor's expression became more and more unsightly. He coldly snorted and did not say anything else. He tied Wei Xiaobao up and returned to the camp.
Wei Xiaobao knew that his words had an effect because he saw Blood Knife Ancestor immediately find Sangjie. The two of them pointed at each other and whispered to each other.
"Ancestor, I think that brat's words are reasonable." Sangjie's expression was gloomy.
"Then how about we capture him and bring him back to the Mongolian Plains?" Blood Knife Ancestor's eyes flashed with a sharp light.
"It's just that Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts are too high. Now that I've been injured by Song Qingshu's sword energy, I'm afraid the two of us are powerless." Sangjie's Big Palm Print's aura field was pierced by Song Qingshu's sword last time. He had already suffered a serious internal injury. He had been suppressing it all this time.
"So what if you add this old man?" With a long laugh, Hong Antong came out from the shadows. It turned out that he had been coveting the eight Forty-two-chapter Sutra in Wei Xiaobao's hands. How could he be willing to see Wei Xiaobao die?
Unfortunately, he was alone. Neither Blood Knife Ancestor nor Sangjie were below him. Moreover, Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts were obviously higher than his. Therefore, he did not dare to act blindly without thinking. He could only pay attention to Blood Knife Ancestor and Sangjie's movements. When he heard the contents of their conversation, he could not help but jump out in joy.
Looking at the three old foxes whispering to each other, Wei Xiaobao heaved a long sigh of relief. He thought that his little life was finally saved. Even if he was captured and brought to Mongolia, he might not necessarily die. Perhaps, with his glib tongue, he might be able to make that Mongolian king let him go … Thinking of this, Wei Xiaobao could not help but giggle.
On the other side, Song Qingshu was tied to a temporary pillar. He looked dispirited on the surface, but in fact, he was secretly circulating his True Qi according to the Nine Yin Manual's acupoint unblocking method. He began to attack the acupoints in his body.
Suddenly, his nose smelled a sweet fragrance. His heart moved, and Song Qingshu opened his eyes. He saw a light green skirt flashing in front of him. Raising his head, he said, "So it's Youyou … Oh, no, Madam Yuan."
"How are your injuries?" Xia Qingqing lightly wrinkled her Emei. Thinking about how he had been hit by Hong Antong's palm and then injured by the other two people, she could not help but reveal a worried expression.
"Thank you for your concern, Madam Yuan. My True Qi is only scattered. I won't die for a while." Song Qingshu leaned his back against the pillar and looked at Xia Qingqing with a playful expression. "I don't know if it was Miss Youyou who asked you to come see me."
Xia Qingqing's pink face blushed. Seeing that he did not expose the window paper, Xia Qingqing took the opportunity to play dumb. "Miss Youyou hates you to death. How could she come see you?"
"Ah, after we parted that day, I'm afraid Song Mou and Miss Youyou will never see each other again." Song Qingshu understood that Xia Qingqing had only made a temporary appearance that day in order to lure Wei Xiaobao. Looking at the dignified and generous Xia Qingqing now, Song Qingshu understood that the innately charming and charming Yangzhou's famous courtesan had disappeared forever.
"Hmph!" During these two days of being alone, every time she recalled the intimate scene with him, Xia Qingqing's heart could not help but sway. The two of them did not have a real sword.
Blood Knife Ancestor's complexion became more and more unsightly. He coldly snorted and did not say anything else. He brought Wei Xiaobao back to the camp.
Wei Xiaobao knew that his words had an effect because he saw Blood Knife Ancestor immediately find Sangjie. The two of them pointed at him and whispered to each other.
"Ancestor, I think that brat's words are reasonable." Sangjie's complexion was gloomy.
"Then how about we capture him and bring him back to the Mongolian Plains?" Blood Knife Ancestor's eyes flashed with a sharp light.
"It's just that Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts are too high. Now that I've been injured by Song Qingshu's sword energy, I'm afraid the two of us will not be able to catch him." Last time, Song Qingshu's sword pierced through Sangjie's Big Palm Print aura, and he had already suffered a serious internal injury. He had been suppressing it all this time.
"So what if you add me?" With a long laugh, Hong Antong came out from the shadows. It turned out that he had always coveted the eight Forty-two-chapter Sutra in Wei Xiaobao's hands. How could he be willing to see him die?
Unfortunately, he was alone. Neither Blood Knife Ancestor nor Sangjie were below him, and Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts were obviously higher than his. Therefore, he didn't dare to act blindly without thinking. He could only pay attention to Blood Knife Ancestor and Sangjie's movements. When he heard the contents of their conversation, he couldn't help but jump out in joy.
Looking at the three old foxes whispering to each other, Wei Xiaobao heaved a long sigh of relief. He thought that his little life was finally saved. Even if he was captured and brought to Mongolia, he might not necessarily die. Perhaps, with his glib tongue, he might even be able to make that Mongolian king let him go … Thinking of this, Wei Xiaobao couldn't help but laugh foolishly.
On the other side, Song Qingshu was tied to a temporary pillar. He looked dispirited on the surface, but in fact, he was secretly circulating his True Qi according to the acupoint unsealing method in the Nine Yin Manual. He began to attack all the acupoints in his body.
Suddenly, his nose smelled a trace of sweet fragrance. His heart was moved. Song Qingshu opened his eyes and saw a light green skirt flashing before his eyes. He raised his head and looked. "So it's Youyou … Oh, no, Madam Yuan."
"How's your injury?" Xia Qingqing lightly wrinkled her Emei. Thinking about how Hong Antong's palm had hit his vital point and how he had been injured by the other two people, she couldn't help but reveal a worried expression.
"Thank you for your concern, Madam Yuan. My True Qi is only scattered, I won't die for a while." Song Qingshu leaned his back against the pillar and looked at Xia Qingqing with a playful expression. "I don't know if it was Miss Youyou who told you to come see me."
Xia Qingqing's pink face blushed. Seeing that he didn't expose the window paper, Xia Qingqing took the opportunity to play dumb. "Miss Youyou hates you to death. How could she possibly come see you?"
"Ah, after we parted that day, I'm afraid Song Mou and Miss Youyou will never see each other again." Song Qingshu understood that Xia Qingqing had only made a temporary cameo that day in order to lure Wei Xiaobao. Looking at the dignified and generous Xia Qingqing now, Song Qingshu understood that the innately seductive and famous courtesan of Yangzhou who could turn all living things upside down had disappeared forever.
"Hmph!" In the past two days when they were alone, every time she recalled the intimate scene with him, Xia Qingqing's heart couldn't help but sway. The two of them didn't have a real sword.
Blood Knife Ancestor's expression became more and more unsightly. He coldly snorted and didn't say anything else. He tied Wei Xiaobao up and returned to the camp.
Wei Xiaobao knew that his words had an effect because he saw Blood Knife Ancestor immediately find Sangjie. The two of them pointed at him and whispered to each other.
"Ancestor, I think that brat's words are reasonable." Sangjie's expression was gloomy.
"Then how about we capture him and bring him back to the Mongolian Plains?" Blood Knife Ancestor's eyes flashed with a sharp light.
"It's just that Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts are too high. Now that I've been injured by Song Qingshu's sword energy, I'm afraid the two of us won't be able to catch him." Sangjie's Mahamudra aura was pierced by Song Qingshu last time. He had already suffered a serious internal injury, and he had been suppressing it all this time.
"So what if you add me?" With a long laugh, Hong Antong came out from the shadows. It turned out that he had been coveting the eight Forty-two-chapter Sutra in Wei Xiaobao's hands. How could he be willing to see Wei Xiaobao die?
Unfortunately, he was alone. Blood Knife Ancestor and Sangjie were not below him, and Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts were obviously higher than his. Therefore, he didn't dare to act blindly without thinking. He could only pay attention to Blood Knife Ancestor and Sangjie's movements. When he heard the contents of their conversation, he couldn't help but jump out in joy.
Seeing the three old foxes whispering to each other, Wei Xiaobao let out a long sigh of relief. He thought that his little life was finally saved. Even if he was captured and brought to Mongolia, he might not necessarily die. Perhaps, with his glib tongue, he might be able to make that Mongolian king let him go … Thinking of this, Wei Xiaobao couldn't help but giggle.
On the other side, Song Qingshu was tied to a makeshift pillar. On the surface, he looked dispirited, but in fact, he was secretly circulating his True Qi according to the Nine Yin Manual's acupoint unsealing method. He began to attack the acupoints in his body.
Suddenly, his nose smelled a sweet fragrance. His heart moved, and Song Qingshu opened his eyes. He saw a light green skirt flashing in front of him. He raised his head and looked. "So it's Youyou … Oh, no, Madam Yuan."
"How are your injuries?" Xia Qingqing lightly wrinkled her Emei. Thinking about how he had been hit by Hong Antong's palm and then injured by the other two people, she couldn't help but reveal a worried expression.
"Thank you for your concern, Madam Yuan. My True Qi is only scattered, I won't die for a while." Song Qingshu leaned against the pillar and looked at Xia Qingqing with a pondering expression. "I don't know if it was Miss Youyou who asked you to come see me."
Xia Qingqing blushed. Seeing that he didn't expose the window paper, Xia Qingqing took the opportunity to play dumb. "Miss Youyou hates you to death. How could she come see you again?"
"Ai, after that day, I'm afraid Song Mou and Miss Youyou will never see each other again." Song Qingshu understood that day was just a temporary cameo by Xia Qingqing in order to seduce Wei Xiaobao. Looking at the dignified and generous Xia Qingqing now, Song Qingshu understood that the innately seductive and charming Yangzhou's famous courtesan had disappeared forever.
"Hmph!" In the past two days, every time she recalled the intimate scene with him, Xia Qingqing's heart couldn't help but sway. Although the two of them didn't have a real sword, Xia Qingqing's heart couldn't help but sway.
Blood Knife Ancestor's expression became more and more unsightly. He coldly snorted and didn't say anything else. He tied Wei Xiaobao up and returned to the camp.
Wei Xiaobao knew that his words had an effect because he saw Blood Knife Ancestor immediately find Sangjie. The two of them pointed at each other and whispered to each other.
"Ancestor, I think that brat's words are reasonable." Sangjie's complexion was gloomy.
"Then how about we capture him and bring him back to the Mongolian Grassland?" Blood Knife Ancestor's eyes flashed with a sharp light.
"It's just that Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts are too high. Now that I've been injured by Song Qingshu's sword energy, I'm afraid you and I won't be able to catch him." Last time, Song Qingshu's sword pierced through Sangjie's Big Palm Print aura, and he had already suffered a serious internal injury. He had always been suppressing it.
"So what if you add me?" With a long laugh, Hong Antong came out from the shadows. It turned out that he had been coveting the eight Forty-two-chapter Sutra in Wei Xiaobao's hands. How could he be willing to see Wei Xiaobao die?
Unfortunately, he was alone. Both Blood Knife Ancestor and Sangjie were not below him, and Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts were obviously higher than his. Therefore, he didn't dare to act blindly without thinking. He could only pay attention to Blood Knife Ancestor and Sangjie's movements. When he heard the contents of their conversation, he couldn't help but jump out in joy.
Looking at the three old foxes whispering to each other, Wei Xiaobao heaved a long sigh of relief. He thought that his little life was finally saved. Even if he was captured and brought to Mongolia, he might not necessarily die. Perhaps, with his glib tongue, he might be able to make that Mongolian king let him go … Thinking of this, Wei Xiaobao couldn't help but giggle.
On the other side, Song Qingshu was tied to a temporary pillar. He looked dispirited on the surface, but in fact, he was secretly circulating his True Qi according to the Nine Yin Manual's acupoint unblocking method. He began to attack all the acupoints in his body.
Suddenly, his nose smelled a trace of sweet fragrance. His heart moved. Song Qingshu opened his eyes and saw a light green skirt flashing in front of him. He raised his head and looked. "So it's Youyou … Oh, no, Madam Yuan."
"How's your injury?" Xia Qingqing lightly wrinkled her Emei. Thinking about how Hong Antong's palm had hit his vital point and how he had been injured by the other two people, she couldn't help but reveal a worried expression.
"Thank you for your concern, Madam Yuan. My True Qi is only scattered, I won't die for a while." Song Qingshu leaned his back against the pillar and looked at Xia Qingqing with a pondering expression. "I don't know if it was Miss Youyou who told you to come see me."
Xia Qingqing's pink face blushed. Seeing that he didn't expose the window paper, Xia Qingqing also took advantage of the situation to play dumb. "Miss Youyou hates you to death, how could she possibly come see you?"
"Ai, after we parted that day, I'm afraid Song Mou and Miss Youyou will never see each other again." Song Qingshu understood that Xia Qingqing had only made a temporary cameo that day in order to lure Wei Xiaobao. Looking at the dignified and generous Xia Qingqing now, Song Qingshu understood that the naturally seductive and charming Yangzhou's famous courtesan who could turn all living things upside down had disappeared forever.
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