One of them had white hair and a youthful face. Although his hair was white, his skin was as smooth as a baby's, without a single wrinkle. He stood there casually, his eyes darting around. He didn't have any of the steadiness of an old man, but rather … like a child.
The other person had a lean appearance and was tall and thin. He was dressed in straight green clothes and wore a square scarf of the same color on his head. He looked like a scholar. Song QingShu glanced at him and praised him in his heart, "He is graceful and elegant. He must have been a handsome man who charmed thousands of girls when he was young."
Huang Rong clearly saw the appearance of the two people, especially the scholar's face. She was so scared that her face turned white. She subconsciously pushed Song Qingshu.
With outsiders present, Song QingShu also realized that his actions were somewhat inappropriate. He hurriedly withdrew his hand from Huang Rong's clothes and looked at the two people in front of him with a solemn expression. "I don't know the two of you. How have I offended the two of you?"
He could naturally see that the two people in front of him were experts no weaker than Western Poison Ouyang Feng. Thus, he changed his arrogance from before. He didn't want to offend two top experts for no reason.
The white-haired old man moved to the side and pointed at the scholar. "The one who sneak attacked you just now was him. It has nothing to do with me."
The scholar's face was so gloomy. He ignored Song Qingshu's question and only quietly looked at Huang Rong. "Rong 'er, did this pervert bully you?"
Huang Rong's face paled. At this moment, her emotions were extremely complicated. She didn't know whether she should answer or not, so her whole body froze.
Song Qingshu's expression suddenly became very interesting. Only now did he notice that the handsome scholar's appearance seemed to be somewhat similar to Huang Rong's. When he thought about the hidden weapon that flew like a flying rock, he couldn't help but rub his forehead and sigh in his heart. "It can't be such a coincidence …"
"Senior, I'm afraid this is a misunderstanding …" How could Song Qingshu not know who the person in front of him was? He was about to explain when he was interrupted. "Shut up! Shameless perverted thief, you dare to bully Rong 'er? How can I let you live in this world? "As soon as he finished speaking, he pounced towards Song QingShu, and his first move was an extremely powerful killing move.
Song Qingshu only had less than ten percent of his strength left. He knew very well that he was not this person's match. His best strategy was to use Huang Rong as a hostage so that Huang Yaoshi would not dare to attack. But he could not do such a despicable thing. He had no choice but to brace himself and face the opponent's storm-like attack.
The old man didn't join the battle; instead, he ran to Huang Rong's side and started to look at the damaged glider out of curiosity. After circling the glider for a few times, he even poked the canvas on the glider with his finger from time to time as he clicked his tongue.
Seeing that Song Qingshu was surrounded by danger, Huang Rong's heart was anxious and at a loss. Once upon a time, she wished that she could tear this bastard's body into ten thousand pieces. But now that he was about to die, she couldn't be happy.
While she was deep in thought, she suddenly felt someone tugging at her sleeve. She turned around and saw the old man with white hair and a youthful face looking at her with an expectant expression. "Rong 'er, do you know how this thing can fly into the sky?"
Huang Rong didn't have the time to think about this matter at this time. She casually shook her head and said, "I don't know." Then she focused on the situation on the field.
Hearing Huang Rong's answer, the old man suddenly revealed a look of disappointment. But then he turned his eyes to Song Qingshu, who was surrounded by danger, and asked, "Little brother, how does this thing fly into the sky? Can you teach me?"
Song QingShu was shocked and angry at the same time. Right now, he was like a small boat in a stormy sea that could capsize at any time. How could he have the energy to answer such a boring question? How could he do anything about the old man's persistent questions? Eventually, he lost his patience and casually replied, "Why should I teach you?"
"That's right, why should you teach me? If I had such a magical ability, I wouldn't be willing to teach it to others." The old man was not angry at all. Instead, he quite agreed with Huang Rong. But when he thought that this thing could fly people into the sky, he felt an itch in his heart. But he couldn't think of any reason for the old man to teach him. He couldn't help but anxiously scratch his head, making his messy white hair look like a chicken's nest.
"I've got it!" The old man's eyes lit up and he immediately said with a smile, "Little brother, I think you won't be able to hold out much longer against Old Heretic Huang. How about this, you teach me how to fly and I'll help you stop him?"
Song Qingshu's heart was moved, but before he could open his mouth, he heard Huang Yaoshi angrily say, "Old Urchin, this person is bullying Rong 'er. If you dare to save her, I won't rest until one of us is dead!"
"So it's the Old Urchin, Zhou Botong!" Song Qingshu suddenly understood. No wonder he felt so familiar. It was exactly the same as the description in the original work.
The Old Urchin pulled his hair awkwardly and said, "This is really difficult for me. Little brother, why do you want to bully Rong 'er? You should know that the most boring thing in the world are women."
Song Qingshu's heart suddenly moved. What he lacked the most right now was time. As long as he had enough time to recover his strength, he would not need to fear Huang Yaoshi. This Old Urchin was naive and romantic. Perhaps he could use this to escape.
"Old Urchin, as long as you help me stop Huang Yaoshi for the time it takes for three sticks of incense to burn, I'll tell you how to fly this thing. Then you'll be able to soar freely in the sky."
Hearing Song Qingshu's promise, the Old Urchin was greatly moved. Huang Yaoshi, who had been paying attention to his reaction, became angry and said, "Old Urchin, Rong 'er is not only my daughter but also the wife of your sworn brother, Guo Jing. Are you going to help an outsider bully her?"
The Old Urchin knew what he said was very reasonable, but he was reluctant to let go of this flying thing. For a moment, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Finally, his curiosity won out and he laughed awkwardly, "Old Heretic Huang, with your lightness kung fu, what's wrong with letting him run for the time it takes for three sticks of incense to burn? Don't tell me you can't catch up with him? If worst comes to worst, I'll help you chase after him. In the past, I chased the 'Iron Palm on the Water' Qiu Qianren from Jiangnan to the desert for more than ten thousand li. In this world, there's no one I can't catch up with. "
Huang Yaoshi snorted coldly, "If it were any other matter, I would agree, but this matter is not negotiable." As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his sleeve and a small spotted snake flew toward the Old Urchin. The Old Urchin was so scared that he screamed, "Ah! Snake! Snake! The Old Urchin is most afraid of snakes! "
Seeing the Old Urchin being forced into a panic by a small spotted snake, it was obvious that he did not have the strength to stop Huang Yaoshi. Huang Rong suddenly bit her lips as if she had made up her mind. Her body flashed and she rushed toward Song Qingshu before Huang Yaoshi could, "Pervert, I'm going to kill you!"
Although Song Qingshu's power was less than ten percent, it was still not a problem for him to deal with Huang Rong. But he was afraid of hurting her, so he smiled bitterly in her ear and said, "Rong 'er, as the saying goes,' a day together means a hundred days of kindness'. You changed your attitude too fast."
Huang Rong's cheeks turned red and she said in a low voice, "Look at the situation and you're still talking nonsense. Aren't you going to seize this opportunity to take me hostage?"
Song Qingshu was a quick-witted man and reacted in a flash. He pulled her arm and held her in his bosom. Huang Yaoshi's palm was about to hit him, so he hastily withdrew his attack and leaped to the side.
Song Qingshu smiled and pushed Huang Rong toward him. "Thank you for your mercy, Eastern Heretic. We'll meet again someday." His voice had barely faded when he appeared several dozen feet away.
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