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"How did the people of the Blood Knife Sect come to assassinate Wei Xiaobao?" Song Qingshu was very puzzled, the two should have nothing to do with each other.

However, Song Qingshu doesn't plan to rescue now, saving people is also about timing, now Wei Xiaobao's guards have sufficient combat power, even if he knocks down the blood knife monks with three strikes and five divisions, it may not be very important in Wei Xiaobao's heart, only by putting him in a desperate situation, the effect of saving people can be maximized.

What do you say that you don't expect to repay your kindness? I'm sorry, Song Qingshu has never been that kind of person.

The martial arts of the monks of the Blood Sword Sect were much higher than those of the Lingjian Shuangxia, and the imperial guards under Wei Xiaobao had a hard time coping with it, and it was only by virtue of the numerical advantage that they could be able to defeat the assassins.

"Lord Wei has found something satisfactory in Jiangnan on this trip." After a long laugh, Song Qingshu noticed that a middle-aged monk with a brave face appeared on the roof, and when he spoke, he slowly swept the clear bald head with the back of the knife.

Seeing that iconic action, and then linking it to his self-proclaim, Song Qingshu thought to himself, could it be the Blood Knife Ancestor's bull who fought against the sky?

In Jin Yong's novel, the Blood Knife Ancestor is definitely not the highest martial arts, but he has the most brilliant record, facing four masters of the same level as himself, and finally killed three of them and captured one, which can be called the first person in the actual combat school.

Wei Xiaobao didn't know the name of the Blood Knife Ancestor, but seeing the momentum of his appearance, he rubbed his ears that were shocked by his laughter, and thought in his heart: "Spicy mother, Lao Tzu's subordinates and these monks who look like little minions will have a tie, and this new old monk almost doesn't write 'I am a master' on the brain, as soon as he makes a move, Wei Xiaobao will become a dead Xiaobao."

Then a smile appeared on his face, and he smiled: "The predecessor has a majestic temperament, at first glance, it is the predecessor of the flower country, my Xiaobao loves to make friends in his life, today I just met a beautiful little lady, if the predecessor looks at it and thinks it is still pleasing to the eye, even if you take it away, don't be polite to me."

Shui Sheng on the side made a strong indignant sound, but unfortunately the small mouth had already been blocked, and finally it all turned into a whining sound.

The Blood Knife Ancestor glanced at Shui Sheng unexpectedly, couldn't help but touch his chin back and forth with his hand, nodded and said: "Well, it's indeed a beautiful embryo, well, the eyebrows are not open, and she is still a big girl with yellow flowers, not bad, Ancestor likes it."

Wei Xiaobao looked at him with admiration: "A master is really a master, from such a distance, you can see that this little lady is still a chick, Xiaobao's admiration for you is really like a surging river, endless......"

The Blood Knife Ancestor laughed dryly: "Everyone says that Lord Wei of the Great Qing Kingdom is a little hero who fights for righteousness and squandered money, and when I saw it today, it really deserved his reputation.

Listening to his words, Wei Xiaobao broke out in a cold sweat, and secretly regretted in his heart that he didn't bring Fat Toutuo, Lu Gaoxuan, or the brothers of Tiandi Hui Qingmutang over, otherwise he wouldn't be so vulnerable, this Zhang Kangnian, the cowhide blows loudly on weekdays, and it is useless at a critical time, if Lao Tzu can escape this time, he will definitely let Xiao Xuanzi drive you all back to your hometown......

While Wei Xiaobao was thinking nonsense, his subordinates had already been solved by the Blood Knife Monk.

Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian led a few remnant guards in front of Wei Xiaobao, and their voices trembled: "Wei ...... Lord Wei, there is a ...... situation It's not good."

"Oh no, you're a big-headed ghost, you can see it by everyone." Wei Xiaobao scolded speechlessly, "Everyone else is dead, why didn't you two suffer any injuries?"

Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian glanced at each other, and had to smile awkwardly.

Song Qingshu saw that the time was almost up, and with Wei Xiaobao's urine, the ghost knew if he would suddenly be clever and escape with his own ability, and at that time, he was about to pass by with his wishful thinking.

With a light cough, Song Qingshu walked out of the shadows, looked at several Blood Knife Sect people and shook his head and sighed: "The monks are merciful, and several masters have actually committed the killing ring, which is really a great sin."

Wei Xiaobao's eyes lit up when he saw Song Qingshu, his ability to observe words and emotions claimed to be the second in the world, and no one dared to say the first.

Mu Wanqing and even Feng Qingyang thought that the wooden sword on his back was a decoration, but Wei Xiaobao saw it unusual at a glance, "Appearing in such a handsome shape of thunder and thunder, he is either stunned or a master outside the world, looking at his indifferent expression, it is obviously not the former."

"This hero is carrying a wooden sword, at first glance, he is a master among the masters, these evil monks have no Buddhist compassion at all, they want to harm our lives, and I hope that the heroes will save them." As soon as Wei Xiaobao gained confidence, his attitude immediately took a 180-degree turn.

"Hmph, quitting killing is your Laoshizi thing of Central Plains Zen Buddhism, and we don't have so many rules in the Tibetan Buddhists," the Blood Knife Ancestor smiled, looked at the wooden sword on Song Qingshu's back, hesitated for a moment, and still asked: "I said this little brother, can your wooden sword really hurt people?" Although he had never heard of it with a wooden sword as a weapon, his innate instinct still made him subconsciously jealous of Song Qingshu.

"Your Excellency's bloody knife can hurt people, why can't the wooden sword below?" Song Qingshu smiled faintly, but his heart exploded, this kind of pretending to be forced is really not bad.

The Blood Knife Ancestor hesitated for a moment, but still beckoned his disciples to attack the past. Most of them are directed to the stronger Mongolia, but the prince who took refuge in Mongolia is a scholar, some people take refuge in the Ruyang King Chahan who passes through the Western Regions, and some people take refuge in Kublai Khan, who is more in the limelight, but the ancestor of the Blood Knife thinks that Temujin loves the Seven Emperors Sun Ali Buge more, and the position of the Great Khan will definitely be passed on to him in the future, so he led the Blood Knife Gate to take refuge in Ali Buge.

Now Ali Buge stayed in the Mongolian steppes, holding off with the Manchus.This time they found out that Kangxi had sent his most trusted henchman Wei Xiaobao to the southern Song Kingdom to negotiate an alliance.

Ali Buge was worried that after the Manchu Qing Dynasty and the Song State formed an alliance, he would have no worries, and his situation would be even more difficult.The Blood Knife Ancestor who learned this volunteered and led his disciples to the south, intending to intercept and kill Wei Xiaobao in the Great Song Dynasty, so that the Manchu Qing and the Song State not only did not form an alliance, but even might start a big war because of Wei Xiaobao's death.

Although his intuition told the Blood Knife Ancestor that this strange young man in front of him was not simple, but time was pressing, he had to fight quickly, and kill Wei Xiaobao before the Song Dynasty could react.