The line of people had thousands of people. Wherever they passed, various sects and schools surrendered at the mere sight of them. There were also those who were stubborn and unwilling to surrender. Very soon, they were razed to the ground by the three thousand Valiant Cavalry Battalion.
In Hebei's Flying Cloud Clan's headquarters, the Clan Leader was kneeling on the ground, shivering. Wei Xiaobao was standing on the main seat, reading the imperial court's conferment without understanding a thing.
Looking at the remorse and unwillingness in this Clan Leader's eyes, Song Qingshu could not help but criticize endlessly in his heart, 'I don't know what these ancient people's brains are filled with. Isn't it just accepting the imperial court's conferment and expressing their loyalty to the Qing Kingdom in name? Although they suffered a bit of a loss on the surface, they did not suffer any loss on the inside. Why did they have to make it look like their ancestral graves were being dug up? There were still so many sects that chose to strike a stone with an egg, causing the entire sect to be removed from Jianghu … '
Of course, Song Qingshu did not know how much these ancient people valued this thing of status. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the Tang Wang's faction and the Gui Wang's faction could even fight to the death over who was the Great Ming Dynasty's orthodox lineage.
Now that this Flying Cloud Clan had accepted the Qing Dynasty's conferment, then in this lifetime, he could forget about getting close to the other circles of the former Ming Dynasty's forces. As the saying goes, those who walk different paths cannot make plans together.
"It's really hard to understand these ancient people's thinking," Song Qingshu shook his head to dispel the distracting thoughts in his heart. He opened the information in his hand to inquire which sect would be the next unlucky ghost. The three words' Wangwu Faction 'immediately came into view, his heart could not help but be moved.
A few days later, the army soon arrived at the foot of Mount Wangwu. The local official introduced Wangwu Faction's situation to Wei Xiaobao in the middle tent, "Wangwu Faction's leader, Situ Bolei, was an old general of Ping Xi Wang, Wu Sangui. Because he was dissatisfied with Ping Xi Wang's allegiance to our Great Qing, in a fit of anger, he led a group of people to wander into Jianghu. Finally, they came to Mount Wangwu and became bandits …"
"Mount Wangwu's terrain is dangerous, the path up the mountain is guarded by the other party's well-trained subordinates, easy to defend and hard to attack …" The local official said while observing Wei Xiaobao's expression.
Turned out Situ Bolei had more than a thousand men under his command, a lot of them were former seasoned soldiers who were good at fighting. Ever since they settled on Mount Wangwu, it was not like the local officials had never thought of a way to wipe them out. Unfortunately, the bailiffs and bailiffs did not have the slightest effect in front of this group of people who licked blood from the tip of their blades.
Considering that this group of people did not show any signs of rebellion, the local officials were afraid that reporting this to the imperial court would affect their own political achievements, so they simply turned a blind eye to it, which led to the current Wangwu Faction becoming more and more powerful, to the point that they could even stand up to the imperial court's army as an equal.
"Reporting to Lord Wei Jue, this subordinate has already sent people to investigate. Wang Wu Mountain is indeed easy to defend but difficult to attack. If we attack by force, I am afraid we will suffer heavy losses." A Valiant Cavalry Battalion general said in Wei Xiaobao's ear.
"His granny, this group of Wangwu Faction is obviously a shady business of fighting against the Qing and restoring the Ming. I wonder if they have any connection with Tian Di Hui?" Wei Xiaobao felt a burst of irritation in his heart; hastily he waved his hand and said, "Tonight everybody set up camp and rest for a while, the matter of attacking Wangwu Faction needs to be considered at length."
One after another the generals took their leave. Looking at Shuang 'er, who was wearing personal guard attire, Song Qingshu, Dolong and the others smiled, and tactfully left.
Farewell.
"Xiaobao, at first glance this Wangwu Faction people are obviously benevolent and chivalrous people, yet you are helping the Qing Emperor to exterminate them. My whole family died in the hands of the Manchurian Qing Tatars …" Seeing everybody had left, Shuang 'er could not help but the rim of her eyes reddened; she looked at Wei Xiaobao with grief in her eyes.
"Shuang 'er, the Emperor's decree is hard to disobey, your husband also has no choice." Wei Xiaobao heaved a long sigh.
"Then why don't we not be Manchurian Qing high-ranking officials? Living in seclusion in the mountain forest, wouldn't it be a hundred times better than living in fear like this?" Shuang 'er looked at Wei Xiaobao with hope in her eyes.
"That's not necessarily …" Wei Xiaobao disapproved in his heart; he was reluctant to part with this glory, splendor, wealth and rank. Hastily he coaxed, "Good Shuang 'er, you also know your husband is Tian Di Hui's Green Wood Hall's Xiangzhu, I will definitely think of a way to protect Wangwu Faction, it's just that this way still needs time to think …"
"Xiaobao, I know you are the best." Listening to him, Shuang 'er turned her tears into a smile.
Twitching his ears, Song Qingshu deliberately walked very slowly. Listening to the two people's whispering in the big tent, he laughed inwardly: it seems Wei Xiaobao also has the idea of letting Wangwu Faction off the hook, then it will be easy to handle.
After the curtain of night fell, Song Qingshu changed into nocturnal clothes, put on a silver armor mask, and quietly went stealthily up Mount Wangwu.
With the great army pressing down on the border, Wangwu Faction from top to bottom was already prepared to face a great enemy. On the way up the mountain, they arranged layers upon layers of heavy guards, originally, even a rabbit would not be able to escape.
Who would have thought that Song Qingshu had a peerless lightness skill that allowed him to step on the sand without leaving a trace? When he used his full strength, oftentimes the guards would only be able to sense a slight breeze, and Song Qingshu would have already swept past them. Along the way to the top of the mountain, unexpectedly, no one was able to discover his figure.
In the present world, the number of martial art masters who could sneak up the mountain without a sound under this kind of situation could be counted on one hand — Dongfang Bubai was one, Patriarch Sunflower was one, Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao was one … as for Jiu Mozhi, although his martial art skill was high, it was absolutely impossible for him to not alert any of the guards.
Inside a wooden house in Wangwu Faction's headquarters, Zeng Rou was leaning against the window with her hand propping up her chin, staring blankly at the bright moon in the sky.
The Manchurian Tatar army had arrived at the foot of the mountain. During the day, all the uncles, seniors and juniors had quarreled over this matter, for a moment everyone was in a state of panic.
Thinking of her master's worried face, Zeng Rou looked at the moon, put her small hand to her lips, closed her eyes, and made a wish to herself: "Moon God, oh Moon God, please bless our Wangwu Faction to get through this crisis."
When she opened her eyes, she found a masked man standing in front of her. She couldn't help but turn pale, and subconsciously opened her mouth to call out. Unexpectedly, the other person moved like lightning, quickly sealing her acupoint.
Song Qingshu looked at the woman in front of him. She had a round face, an extremely sweet appearance, and a pair of big dark and bright eyes, with a trace of panic in them, looking at him in fear. His thoughts turned, looking at her age, she should be Zeng Rou.
Hearing the sound of the enemy's patrol coming from the surroundings, Song Qingshu flashed away.
After entering the room, he closed the window.
"Could it be some kind of rapist?" Zeng Rou thought of some Jianghu legends and became even more afraid.
Guessing her thoughts, Song Qingshu looked at her with amusement: "Didn't you just make a wish to the Moon God? The Moon God felt your sincerity and sent me down to the mortal world to rescue your Wangwu Faction."
Zeng Rou's face immediately turned red. She wasn't stupid, how could she not know that he was deliberately teasing her. A young girl's thoughts were heard by a strange man, Zeng Rou wished there was a hole to hide in.
"I'm going to unseal your acupoint, but you can't call out. If you agree, you have to blink your eyes?" Seeing the other person blink a few times, Song Qingshu smiled slightly and unsealed her acupoint.
Zeng Rou quietly pulled away from him, grabbed the sword on the table, and felt a little relieved. She raised her head and asked: "Who are you?"
Hearing the other person's clear and melodious voice, Song Qingshu felt as if a gust of wind had brushed over his body, making him feel indescribably comfortable. He sighed inwardly: "It is said that lolis have three good qualities — a soft voice, a soft body, and easy to push down. This saying is also applicable to young girls."
"I am your Wangwu Faction's savior." There were no experts in the entire Wangwu Faction, so Song Qingshu was not as nervous as the other person. He looked around leisurely, but for a moment he couldn't find a stool, so he conveniently sat on the edge of the bed next to him.
Seeing him sit on her bed, Zeng Rou was ashamed and angry. She couldn't help but scold him: "Nonsense."
"I'm still talking nonsense." Song Qingshu looked at her snappily. "There are several thousand Manchurian Qing elites at the foot of the mountain now. Although your Wangwu Faction has the geographical advantage, you can only put up a stubborn resistance. In the end, you will still be unable to escape a disaster."
Zeng Rou's face paled. What he said was almost the same as what everyone was talking about during the day. She felt sad: "Could it be that Wangwu Faction really can't escape this calamity?"
Seeing her delicate and pitiful appearance, Song Qingshu felt pity for her: "Little girl, if you tell me your name, this Divine Emissary will reluctantly save you."
Zeng Rou blushed. She looked at him angrily but didn't say anything.
"I can guess it even if you don't say it." Song Qingshu pretended to count with his fingers and said while shaking his head, "Your name is Zeng Rou, isn't it?"
"How did you know?" Zeng Rou covered her shocked mouth and looked at him in disbelief.
"I told you I was sent by the Moon God. You still don't believe me." Song Qingshu couldn't help but show a trace of a smile.
Zeng Rou's heart was also a little shaken. She looked at him with a complicated expression: "How do you plan to save us?"
"Little girl, your position is low. It's useless to tell you." Song Qingshu stood up. Seeing that she was scared and subconsciously took a step back, he couldn't help but laugh: "I don't have time to play with you. Take me to see your Master."
Zeng Rou did not dare to rashly bring an unknown person to her master. She unsheathed the sword in her hand.
She pulled out the sword in her hand and pointed at him and said: "Tell me who you are, or I'll really call for help."
Song Qingshu raised his hand. Zeng Rou immediately felt a strong suction. Caught off guard, she lost her balance and fell into his arms.
"Ah!" Zeng Rou couldn't bear it anymore. Her womanly nature made her scream.
Holding her slender waist, Song Qingshu didn't have any intention of stopping her. Instead, he carried her and flew out of the room. He looked at the disciples who had heard the news and rushed over with a smile.
This time, he secretly came up the mountain without telling Wei Xiaobao, Jiu Mozhi, and the others. He was worried that if he stayed for too long, people would find out that he was not in the tent.
Just now, when he reached the top of the mountain, he was dumbfounded to find that all the wooden houses were almost the same. He couldn't find Situ Bolei in a short time.
As his internal energy became more profound, Song Qingshu's hearing became sharper and sharper. He heard the sound of a young girl making a wish in the wind. Following the sound, he found Zeng Rou.
Unexpectedly, she didn't fall for his trick and refused to take him to Situ Bolei. In desperation, he had to expose his whereabouts and use Zeng Rou to lure her out.
"Scream louder. The more miserable and sorrowful, the better." Song Qingshu held her soft body and wantonly pinched her slender waist. As the saying goes, only an idiot wouldn't take advantage of an opportunity.
In his arms, Zeng Rou's acupoints were instantly sealed. She could only open her mouth to make a sound. Frightened and frightened, her scream was indeed very sad and beautiful. Chapter 78: Cloth Skirt and Jing Hairpin
"Pervert, let go of Junior Sister Zeng Rou!"
"How dare you come to Mount Wangwu and behave atrociously."
…
Song Qingshu completely ignored the clamoring of this group of minions until a middle-aged man with grizzled hair and beard walked out from the crowd.
"Looking at your martial arts, you are definitely not an ordinary person. Why do you want to make things difficult for a little girl?" The middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.
"You are Situ Bolei?" Song Qingshu opened his eyes and glanced at him.
"That's right, I am." The middle-aged man replied.
Listening to his breathing, it was obvious that his martial arts were not very good. However, the other side had a kind of resolute and fierce aura unique to soldiers. Song Qingshu secretly nodded. "I have something important to discuss with the old hero. I don't know if your excellency has the guts to enter the house with me to discuss it in detail?"
Situ Bolei fell into silence. The other side came to visit in the middle of the night. His behavior was suspicious. If he followed him into the house, wouldn't he be putting himself in danger?
Seeing their leader was silent, the rest of the people cursed and advised him not to be fooled.
Song Qingshu coughed and said, "It is inevitable that the old hero Situ has misgivings. However, I am not asking you to come in, I am threatening you, understand?"
Song Qingshu paused before continuing, "I will count to three, if you are not willing to come in with me, I will strip off one of this little girl's clothes. Then I will count to three, I will strip off another one of her clothes, until she has no way to take it off."
Zeng Rou was so scared that her face turned deathly white. The Wangwu Pai people also opened their mouths to curse.
"Little beauty, do you think these martial brothers of yours will pretend to be righteous and stall for time just to take a look at your delicate body? One … two … "Song Qingshu gently touched Zeng Rou's cheek with the tip of his nose, and breathed in intoxicatedly. The unique youthful scent of a young girl was really wonderful.
"Just kill me, I won't accept your insult!" Although Zeng Rou was scared, her whole body was trembling involuntarily, she did not want to put her beloved Shifu in danger.
"Very well, this old man will follow you into the house!" Situ Bolei finally opened his mouth. Zeng Rou was entrusted to him by an old friend before he died, he could not let Zeng Rou's innocence be destroyed in one day today.
"You are really brave, old hero Situ, please!" Song Qingshu stepped aside and made an inviting gesture.
Holding Zeng Rou in his arms, Song Qingshu slowly followed Situ Bolei into the house. Sensing that the rest of the people were also surrounding them, Song Qingshu circulated his internal energy and flicked his sleeve back. The people only felt a strong force, they could not stand steadily and fell to the ground.
"If anyone dares to come within three zhang of this small house, this stone will be his fate." Song Qingshu used the Great Demon Subduing Fist and punched a big stone next to him.
Seeing the broken stone on the ground, Zeng Rou felt a chill in her heart, 'This person's martial art is very, very high …'
The rest of the people also turned pale, one by one they stopped where they were, for a moment, they did not know whether to leave or stay. Chapter 78: Cloth Skirt and Jing Hairpin
"Pervert, quickly let go of Junior Sister Zeng Rou!"
"How dare you come to Mount Wang Wu and behave atrociously."
…
Song Qingshu completely ignored the clamoring of this group of minions until a middle-aged man with grizzled hair and beard walked out from the crowd.
"Looking at your martial art, you are definitely not an ordinary person, why do you want to make things difficult for a little girl?" The middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.
"You are Situ Bolei?" Song Qingshu opened his eyes and looked at the other party.
"Yes, this old man is," the middle-aged man replied.
Listening to his breathing, it was obvious that his martial art was not very good, but the other party had a kind of resolute and fierce aura unique to soldiers. Song Qingshu secretly nodded, "I have an important matter to discuss with old hero, I don't know if your excellency has the courage to enter the house with me to talk about it in detail?"
Situ Bolei fell into silence, the other party came to visit in the middle of the night, his behavior was suspicious, if he followed him into the house, wouldn't it be putting himself in danger?
Seeing their leader was silent, the rest of the people shouted curses one after another, they all advised him not to be fooled.
Song Qingshu coughed and said, "It is inevitable that Old Hero Situ has misgivings, but I am not asking you to come in, I am threatening you, understand?"
Song Qingshu paused before continuing, "I will count to three, if you are not willing to come in with me, I will strip this little girl's clothes, and then I will start counting again, when I count to three, I will strip her clothes again, until she has no way to take them off."
Zeng Rou was so scared that her face turned deathly white, the Wangwu Pai people also opened their mouths to curse.
"Little beauty, do you think your Shixiong and Shimei will pretend to be righteous and stall for time just to take a look at your delicate body? One … two … "Song Qingshu gently touched Zeng Rou's face with the tip of his nose, he took a deep breath, the youthful scent unique to a young girl was really wonderful.
"Just kill me, I will not accept your humiliation!" Although Zeng Rou was scared, her whole body was trembling involuntarily, she did not want to put her beloved Shifu in danger.
"Very well, this old man will follow you into the house!" Situ Bolei finally opened his mouth. Zeng Rou was entrusted to him by an old friend before he died, he could not let Zeng Rou's innocence be destroyed in one day today.
"You are really brave, Old Hero Situ, please!" Song Qingshu stepped aside and made a gesture to invite him in.
Holding Zeng Rou in his arms, Song Qingshu slowly followed Situ Bolei into the house. Sensing that the rest of the people were also surrounding them, Song Qingshu circulated his internal energy and flicked his sleeve back. The people only felt a strong force coming, they could not stand steadily and fell to the ground.
"If anyone dares to come within three zhang of this small house, this rock will be his end." Song Qingshu used the Great Demon Subduing Fist, punching a big rock next to him.
Seeing the broken rock on the ground, Zeng Rou felt a chill in her heart, 'This person's martial art is very, very high …'
The rest of the people also turned pale, one by one they stopped where they were, for a moment they did not know whether to leave or stay. Chapter 78: Cloth Skirt and Jing Hairpin
"Pervert, let go of Junior Sister Zeng Rou!"
"How dare you come to Mount Wang Wu and behave atrociously."
…
Song Qingshu completely ignored the clamoring of this group of minions until a middle-aged man with grizzled hair and beard walked out from the crowd.
"Looking at your martial art, you are definitely not an ordinary person, why do you want to make things difficult for a little girl?" The middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.
"You are Situ Bolei?" Song Qingshu opened his eyes and looked at the other party.
"Yes, this old man is," the middle-aged man replied.
Listening to his breathing, it was obvious that his martial art was not very good, but the other party had a kind of resolute and fierce aura unique to soldiers. Song Qingshu secretly nodded, "I have something important to discuss with Old Hero, I don't know if your excellency has the courage to enter the house with me to discuss it in detail?"
Situ Bolei fell into silence, the other party came to visit in the middle of the night, his behavior was suspicious, if he followed him into the house, wouldn't it be putting himself in danger?
Seeing their leader was silent, the rest of the people shouted curses one after another, they all advised him not to be fooled.
Song Qingshu coughed and said, "It is inevitable that Old Hero Situ has misgivings, but I am not asking you to come in, I am threatening you, understand?"
Song Qingshu paused before continuing, "I will count to three, if you are not willing to come in with me, I will strip this little girl's clothes, and then I will start counting again, when I count to three, I will strip her clothes again, until she has no way to take them off."
Zeng Rou was so scared that her face turned deathly white, the Wangwu Pai people also opened their mouths to curse.
"Little beauty, do you think your Shixiong and Shimei will pretend to be righteous and stall for time just to take a look at your delicate body? One … two … "Song Qingshu gently touched Zeng Rou's face with the tip of his nose, he took a deep breath, the unique youthful scent of a young girl was really wonderful.
"Just kill me, I will not accept your humiliation!" Although Zeng Rou was scared, her whole body was trembling involuntarily, she did not want to put her beloved Shifu in danger.
"Very well, this old man will follow you into the house!" Situ Bolei finally opened his mouth. Zeng Rou was entrusted to him by an old friend before he died, he could not let Zeng Rou's innocence be destroyed in one day today.
"You are really brave, Old Hero Situ, please!" Song Qingshu stepped aside and made a gesture to invite him in.
Holding Zeng Rou in his arms, Song Qingshu slowly followed Situ Bolei into the house. Sensing that the rest of the people were also surrounding them, Song Qingshu circulated his internal energy and flicked his sleeve back. The people only felt a strong force coming, they could not stand steadily and fell to the ground.
"If anyone dares to come within three zhang of this small house, this rock will be his end." Song Qingshu used the Great Demon Subduing Fist, punching a big rock next to him.
Seeing the broken rock on the ground, Zeng Rou felt a chill in her heart, 'This person's martial art is very, very high …'
The rest of the people also turned pale, one by one they stopped where they were, for a moment they did not know whether to leave or stay. Chapter 78: Cloth Skirt and Jing Hairpin
"Pervert, let go of Junior Sister Zeng Rou!"
"How dare you come to Mount Wang Wu and behave atrociously."
…
Song Qingshu completely ignored the clamoring of this group of minions until a middle-aged man with grizzled hair and beard walked out from the crowd.
"Looking at your martial art, you are definitely not an ordinary person, why do you want to make things difficult for a little girl?" The middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.
"You are Situ Bolei?" Song Qingshu opened his eyes and looked at the other party.
"Yes, this old man is," the middle-aged man replied.
Listening to his breathing, it was obvious that his martial art was not very good, but the other party had a kind of resolute and fierce aura unique to soldiers. Song Qingshu secretly nodded, "I have something important to discuss with Old Hero, I don't know if your excellency has the courage to enter the house with me to discuss it in detail?"
Situ Bolei fell into silence, the other party came to visit in the middle of the night, his behavior was suspicious, if he followed him into the house, wouldn't it be putting himself in danger?
Seeing their leader was silent, the rest of the people shouted curses one after another, they all advised him not to be fooled.
Song Qingshu coughed and said, "It is inevitable that Old Hero Situ has misgivings, but I am not asking you to come in, I am threatening you, understand?"
Song Qingshu paused before continuing, "I will count to three, if you are not willing to come in with me, I will strip this little girl's clothes, and then I will start counting again, when I count to three, I will strip her clothes again, until she has no way to take them off."
Zeng Rou was so scared that her face turned deathly white, the Wangwu Pai people also opened their mouths to curse.
"Little beauty, do you think your Shixiong and Shimei will pretend to be righteous and stall for time just to take a look at your delicate body? One … two … "Song Qingshu gently touched Zeng Rou's face with the tip of his nose, he took a deep breath, the unique youthful scent of a young girl was really wonderful.
"Just kill me, I will not accept your humiliation!" Although Zeng Rou was scared, her whole body was trembling involuntarily, she did not want to put her beloved Shifu in danger.
"Very well, this old man will follow you into the house!" Situ Bolei finally opened his mouth. Zeng Rou was entrusted to him by an old friend before he died, he could not let Zeng Rou's innocence be destroyed in one day today.
"You are really brave, Old Hero Situ, please!" Song Qingshu stepped aside and made a gesture to invite him in.
Holding Zeng Rou in his arms, Song Qingshu slowly followed Situ Bolei into the house. Sensing that the rest of the people were also surrounding them, Song Qingshu circulated his internal energy and flicked his sleeve back. The people only felt a strong force coming, they could not stand steadily and fell to the ground.
"If anyone dares to come within three zhang of this small house, this rock will be his end." Song Qingshu used the Great Demon Subduing Fist, punching a big rock next to him.
Seeing the broken rock on the ground, Zeng Rou felt a chill in her heart, 'This person's martial art is very, very high …'
The rest of the people also turned pale, one by one they stopped where they were, for a moment they did not know whether to leave or stay. Chapter 78: Cloth Skirt and Jing Hairpin
"Pervert, quickly let go of Junior Sister Zeng Rou!"
"How dare you come to Mount Wang Wu and behave atrociously."
…
Song Qingshu completely ignored the clamoring of this group of minions until a middle-aged man with grizzled hair and beard walked out of the crowd.
"Looking at your martial art, you are definitely not an ordinary person, why do you want to make things difficult for a little girl?" The middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.
"You are Situ Bolei?" Song Qingshu opened his eyes and looked at the other party.
"Yes, this old man is," the middle-aged man replied.
Listening to his breathing, it was obvious that his martial art was not very good, but the other party had a kind of resolute and fierce spirit unique to soldiers. Song Qingshu secretly nodded, "I have an important matter to discuss with Old Hero, I don't know if your excellency has the courage to enter the house with me to discuss it in detail?"
Situ Bolei fell into silence, the other party came to visit in the middle of the night, his behavior was suspicious, if he followed him into the house, wouldn't it be putting himself in danger?
Seeing their leader was silent, the rest of the people shouted curses one after another, they all advised him not to be fooled.
Song Qingshu coughed and said, "It is inevitable that Old Hero Situ has misgivings, but I am not asking you to come in, I am threatening you, understand?"
Song Qingshu paused before continuing, "I will count to three, if you are not willing to come in with me, I will strip this little girl's clothes, and then I will start counting again, when I count to three, I will strip her clothes again, until she has no way to take them off."
Zeng Rou was so scared that her face turned deathly white, the Wangwu Pai people also opened their mouths to curse.
"Little beauty, do you think your Shixiong and Shimei will pretend to be righteous and stall for time just to take a look at your delicate body? One … two … "Song Qingshu gently touched Zeng Rou's face with the tip of his nose, he took a deep breath, the unique youthful scent of a young girl was really wonderful.
"Just kill me. I won't be humiliated by you!" Although Zeng Rou was scared, her whole body was trembling involuntarily, she did not want to put her beloved Shifu in danger.
"Very well, this old man will follow you into the house!" Situ Bolei finally opened his mouth. Zeng Rou was entrusted to him by an old friend before he died, he could not let Zeng Rou's innocence be destroyed in one day today.
"Sure enough you have guts, Old Hero Situ, this way please!" Song Qingshu stepped aside and made a gesture to invite him in.
Holding Zeng Rou in his arms, Song Qingshu slowly followed Situ Bolei into the house. Sensing that the rest of the people were also surrounding them, Song Qingshu circulated his internal energy and flicked his sleeve back. Everyone felt a strong force, they could not stand steadily and fell to the ground.
"In a moment, if anyone dares to come within three zhang of this hut, this rock will be his fate." Song Qingshu used the Great Demon Subduing Fist to punch a big rock next to him.
Seeing the broken rock on the ground, Zeng Rou felt a chill in her heart, 'This man's martial art skill is very high …'
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