Because the picture in his mind was too inappropriate, Yu Zhenzi's breathing soon became heavy, and Su Quan inside was immediately alarmed: "Who?"

Yu Zhenzi was shocked in his heart, hurriedly retreated, raised the dust and knocked down the hidden weapon like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and saw Su Quan rushing out, and hurriedly signaled: "Immeasurable Tianzun, Mrs. Hong is good at kung fu."

"It turned out to be you, bull's nose." Yu Zhenzi kept saying that he wanted to take Su Quan back and hand it over to Hongli, but Su Quan was naturally too lazy to give him a good face.

Yu Zhenzi smiled, thinking that the other party would be a snake with him, but he knew that the other party was so unsympathetic, and he stood there embarrassed for a while.

"You came here so late, you didn't want to secretly arrest me back to Shengjing, right?" Su Quan leaned sideways, teasing while secretly guarding against the other party's sudden outburst.

Glancing at Song Qingshu behind her, Yu Zhenzi sneered and said, "Madame said that it was a joke, in the afternoon, Poor Dao was just acting on orders, and I ask Madame to forgive me......"

Su Quan interrupted impatiently: "If there is a fart, let it go."

Yu Zhenzi didn't expect Su Quan, who had always been smiling, to speak so rudely, his face couldn't help but be a little ugly, and he snorted: "Poor Dao has something to discuss with Lord Song."

"Oh, come on in." After Song Qingshu finished speaking, he went back to the house first, leaving Su Quan looking at his back in a daze.

"Lord Song, you also saw the situation this afternoon...... Yu Zhenzi stopped as he spoke, and looked at Su Quan hesitantly, with an expression that wanted to say something and stopped.

Su Quan is now like stepping on a tightrope, naturally she will not be so 'acquaintance' and avoidance, Song Qingshu also said: "If you have anything to say, sister, she is not an outsider."

Yu Zhenzi thought to herself that she was obviously Hong Antong's wife, when did she become an insider with you, and besides, the topic of this conversation revolved around her, so it was naturally inconvenient for her to hear it.

Seeing the expressions of the three people in the room waiting for him to continue, Yu Zhenzi thought to herself that it was just a pretense to ask Shenlong Island to hand over Su Quan anyway, and it didn't matter if she heard it: "Lord Song, the Shenlong Sect has always been anti-minded, and we have already found out that Hong Antong has already taken refuge in the Mongolian Ali Buge.

"Loyal to the court?" Song Qingshu smiled noncommittally, "Prince Bao has a large number of generals, and now that the army is pressing, why do you need to help."

"Lord Song smiled," Yu Zhenzi secretly pinched a handful of sweat, "Although the martial arts of the poor road are far from being comparable to the adults, but I think that it is no problem to deal with Hong Antong, but this time the Mongolian Khitan has sent masters to come, and the poor road is really fighting, and the poor road is ...... It's hard to beat four hands with two fists."

"I don't believe that Prince Yibao's intelligence network will not know the situation of the Mongolian Khitan masters, besides, the Taoist chief is very light, and if he is on guard, even if those few people join forces, they won't be able to keep you." Song Qingshu said.

Yu Zhenzi smiled bitterly: "Originally, Poor Dao was not worried, if he entered the tiger's den alone, after successfully going back......, the tide would definitely rise.

Song Qingshu looked at him with a smile: "Does the Taoist chief want me to help you deal with my sister?" As soon as the words fell, he stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Su Quan's slender waist, Su Quan was defenseless, and suddenly fell into his arms, and he couldn't figure out what was going on with Song Qingshu for a while, but he didn't dare to struggle.

Yu Zhenzi glanced at it, and saw Su Quan lying obediently in Song Qingshu's arms, two blush floating on her delicate face, which was even more charming, and she secretly thought in her heart: Hong Antong's green hat is fixed...... Looking at the relationship between the two, if he only uses the righteousness of the court to pressure him, I'm afraid that Song Qingshu, the little fox, won't buy it......

With an idea in his heart, Yu Zhenzi opened his mouth and said: "Lord Song has misunderstood, there is a matter that was originally extremely confidential, but Lord Song is his own person, Hong ...... Madame is Lord Song's woman, and naturally she is also her own person, so it doesn't hurt to sue you."

Hearing Yu Zhenzi say that she was Song Qingshu's woman, Su Quan trembled, but she wanted to hear the secret in his mouth, so she gave up her mouth to refute.

"Don't hide it from your lord, the prince's declaration this time that as long as the Divine Dragon Sect hands over the sect leader's wife, he will immediately withdraw from the army, but it is just a pretense." After Yu Zhenzi finished speaking, he paid attention to the expressions of the two, and sure enough, Su Quan's expression really changed when he heard it, but Song Qing was expressionless, and he couldn't see any clues.

"Sister, do you want to hear it?" Song Qingshu looked at Su Quan in his arms with a smile.

Su Quan's face turned red, and he snorted, but he was shocked in his heart: He doesn't look like a ****.

"Since my sister wants to hear it, then for her sake, I will protect you on the island." Song Qingshu said lightly.

"Thank you, Lord Song," Yu Zhenzi was overjoyed, and hurriedly explained, "The prince expects that the Divine Dragon Sect will not sacrifice Madam Hong, and he has never thought of really wanting Madame Hong, but he just wants to use this to make the Divine Dragon Sect infighting, so that the prince can win without a fight."

"Prince Bao can see it accurately, originally the Shenlong Sect was united in dealing with the Shengjing army that was not good at water warfare, and it was not certain that whoever killed the deer would be killed.

Su Quan snorted coldly, but he put down a big stone in his heart, as long as the other party's real goal is not himself, it will be easy to do.

Yu Zhenzi smiled silently, he was not afraid to tell the other party about this, Prince Bao's move was originally a dignified and upright scheme, even if the Shenlong Sect understood, it didn't matter. [,!] almost.

"Poor Dao will take his leave, so as not to be noticed by those who have a heart to find out that something is wrong." Yu Zhenzi gave a slight salute and left directly.

"Song Qingshu, are you really stupid or fake stupid?" As soon as Yu Zhenzi left, Su Quan broke free from Song Qingshu's arms and stared at him nervously, his eyes blooming with a strange light.

"What do you think, sister?" Song Qingshu's pupils suddenly became pitch black.

Su Quan's face flashed with a hint of confusion, and he suddenly smiled sweetly: "Of course you are still my good brother."

"Good, my shoulder is a little sore, help me pinch it." Song Qingshu patted his shoulder and gestured.

"Okay." Su Quan obediently knelt on the bed and gently pinched it for him.

Fang Yi looked at this qiē dumbfounded, and called out in surprise: "It turns out that Brother Song, you were not killed..."

"Shhhh When Su Quan showed **** to Song Qingshu that day, he was already aware of it, but first, he couldn't figure out the depth of Su Quan's Taoism, and secondly, it was extremely dangerous to compete for spiritual power, and it ended in one party becoming an idiot if he was not careful, Song Qingshu didn't want this result, so he pretended to be controlled by her, and after a period of getting along, Song Qingshu had already figured out Su Quan's **** skills, so he took advantage of the other party's distraction to accuse her.

"You're a big bad guy to make me worry so much." Fang Yi couldn't help but hug him and kept pounding his chest.

Song Qingshu saw that she was crying with pear blossoms and rain, but it was extremely pitiful, so he couldn't help but bow his head and kiss her.

Fang Yi was stunned for a moment, and slowly closed his eyes, only the slightly trembling eyelashes could reflect the master's mood.

"There is a legend that when people are happy, their tears are sweet, and when they are sad, their tears are bitter, and it seems that you are still happy now." Song Qingshu didn't kiss her rosy lips, but instead stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked the tears hanging on his cheeks.

"Tears are salty." Fang Yi finally burst into tears and smiled, and hurriedly reached out to wipe the tears on his face.

The two talked for a while, and Fang Yi suddenly sat up straight: "Brother Song, I want to do something."

"What?" Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, Fang Yi came behind him, slapped Su Quan's face, raised his hand and wanted to slap her on the other side, but was already firmly grasped by Song Qingshu.

"What are you doing?" Song Qingshu looked at her with a frown.

"In the past year, I have been bullied by this woman, and I have not been slapped less." Fang Yi said indignantly, "What's the matter, you feel distressed when I just slapped him?"

Song Qingshu suddenly felt disgusted in her heart, as a woman, Fang Yi's character is really difficult to like, not to mention that her current tone is like a jealous girlfriend, which is also a little annoying.

Noticing the change in his expression, Fang Yi also secretly screamed, understanding that he had broken something big on the spur of the moment.Fang Yi knew that he shouldn't show this side to Song Qingshu until he got enough favor.But seeing Su Quan in front of him without resistance, the impulse in his heart really couldn't help it.

"Brother Song, I'm sorry, I can't help it when I think of the past." Fang Yi said weakly.

Song Qingshu smiled: "It's over, it's over, I won't let her bully you in the future."

"Hmm." Fang Yi gently leaned into his arms.

"Lord Song hugs left and right, it's really a blessing."

Song Qingshu looked up and saw that Yelu Nanxian was leaning against the door, looking at him with a smile.

After scolding Yu Zhenzi and not closing the door after leaving, Song Qingshu stood up and asked, "Miss Yelu, it's so late, and you're still wandering around, aren't you afraid of going to the wrong bed?"

"Phew!" Rao is grassland woman has always been generous, and she can't help him from flirting so directly, Yelu Nanxian's face turned red, and she scolded coquettishly: "I came here this time to compete with you."

"I never hit a woman." Song Qingshu refused without thinking about it.

"What if you're beaten by me later?" Yelu Nanxian deliberately provoked the way.

"Although your martial arts skills are good, you can't beat me." Song Qingshu shrugged unconcernedly.

"I know, but I still want to fight you." Yelu Nanxian didn't raise the bar this time, but his tone was quite sincere.

"Oh?" Song Qingshu finally became a little interested, "If I remember correctly, it seems that your Liao State and Qing Kingdom are still at war, aren't you afraid that I will kill you by taking the opportunity?"

"If it were someone else, I wouldn't have taken this risk, but since it's Lord Song, I'm not afraid." Yelu Nanxian said, she understood that although she couldn't beat Song Qingshu for the time being, being able to fight a master of this level would be extremely helpful to the progress of martial arts in the future.

"Why?" Song Qingshu was obviously stunned.

Yelu Nanxian suddenly smiled, like flowers blooming all over the grassland: "Because Your Excellency is a person who pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade."

"Okay, I'll fight you." Song Qingshu laughed and walked out of the door with her.

"Fight here?" Yelu Nanxian didn't make a move, but asked lightly.

"Otherwise, where to fight?" Song Qingshu wondered.

"Suwen Shenlong Island has beautiful scenery, Lord Song can have Yaxing to accompany me to walk around, we can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the island while playing." Yelu Nanxian put his hands behind his back, and the unsheathed sword was held in his hand at will, and the breeze was blowing slowly, looking quite dusty.

"Brother Song, be careful of deception." Fang Yi said worriedly.

Before Song Qingshu could speak, Yelu Nanxian smiled: "With Lord Song's martial arts, it is this girl who should be careful. [,!] Do you think that your brother Song is safe, or are you worried that I will rob you of a man?" After speaking, he didn't wait to reply, and with a little tiptoe, his figure floated out like a fairy.

Fang Yi was so embarrassed that she couldn't raise her head, and Song Qingshu hurriedly relieved: "Don't worry, I'll come when I go." After saying that, he also flew out.

It didn't take long for Yelu Nanxian's figure to stop on the top of a tree, looking at her standing on the weak branch as if she was powerless, Song Qingshu exclaimed: "In the past, Luo Shen walked on the water, and Luo socks were dusty, but now the girl's posture of stepping on the green leaves is really not too much."

"I can understand that you are praising me, but I am a steppe person, and I don't know your gods in the Central Plains." Yelu Nanxian said lightly.

Seeing that Song Qingshu was stunned, Yelu Nanxian pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay, lie to you."

Song Qingshu wanted to say more, but suddenly felt a flash in front of him, and Yelu Nanxian had an extra long sword in his hand, and the long sword was cold and shining, as if he was holding a pool of autumn water, and couldn't help but praise: "Good sword!"

"Since your martial arts are higher than mine, then I will strike first to show respect." After Yelu Nanxian finished speaking, his temperament suddenly became very solemn, and with a dragon groan, the sword in his hand had turned into a cloud of white light and shadow.

Song Qingshu no longer has a contemptuous mentality, the sword master he encountered, I am afraid that in addition to the wind Qingyang, it belongs to Yelu Nanxian's swordsmanship is the highest.Song Qingshu has never seen such a brilliant and dazzling swordsmanship, the other party seems to make full use of the moonlight in the sky, and what he holds in his hand no longer seems to be a sword, but a dazzling shadow.

Although there are many martial arts of Song Qingshu, but the deepest attainment is still swordsmanship, after thinking about the baptism of the essence of the Wuyue swordsmanship in the cliff, coupled with several times after fighting with Feng Qingyang, he has almost returned to the realm of the basics, the original ordinary Wuyue swordsmanship in his hands, the power is no less than the Dugu Nine Swordsto make it impossible for the enemy to resist.

But despite this, Song Qingshu still has the strength to deal with Yelu Nanxian's swordsmanship.The fundamental reason is that the sword in Yelu Nanxian's hand is too dazzling, so dazzling that Song Qingshu can hardly open his eyes, and it is naturally difficult to break the move.

After forcing her back with profound skills, Song Qingshu said with some surprise: "What kind of swordsmanship are you?"

"I don't have a name, I made my own." Yelu Nanxian's long sword pointed at the ground and stopped the pace of the attack.

"If it's daytime and the scorching sun is on the head, wouldn't your swordsmanship be against the sky?" Song Qingshu was afraid.

"Lord Song's eyes are really like torches, my swordsmanship is indeed very much with the help of natural light, but although the daylight is strong, the environment is bright, but it is not necessarily darker than now, only the power of the moonlight is great." Yelu Nanxian said softly, and then his expression was quite fascinating, "I have a feeling that if I practice this swordsmanship to the extreme, it will be like the sun and moonlight shining on the world, and the enemy will have nowhere to hide, but it's a pity that the current realm is still far behind."

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, the inexplicable power exuded by the other party's body at this time made him a little frightened, and suddenly thought about it: What if you are a genius that is rare to see in a thousand years, how much can the genius aura be greater than the aura of a traverser? Thinking like this, Song Qingshu's mind also calmed down.

"I don't know if it's a delusion, just now I seemed to think it would be easy to take your life." Yelu Nanxian frowned, obviously not understanding the situation just now, "It's a pity that that feeling is gone now."

Song Qingshu smiled indifferently: "The girl must be reluctant to kill me."

"You're quite narcissistic." Yelu Nanxian didn't move, but put the long sword into its sheath, "Let's fight here for the time being."

"Oh, I didn't expect your skills to be so advanced that you can hear them from so far away." Song Qingshu looked at her with admiration, thinking to himself that this is the legendary genius beautiful girl?

Yelu Nanxian was obviously stunned, and said with some embarrassment: "I didn't hear it, I just didn't want to fight."

"Then let's hide for a while." Song Qingshu suddenly hid in the middle of the branches, beckoned to Yelu Nanxian, and motioned for her to come over.

Yelu Nanxian floated over, hid something from him, and frowned suspiciously: "You and I join forces, there should be no one on this island that we need to hide, right?"

"It's not a good thing to rely too much on force," Song Qingshu smiled faintly, not intending to explain more, but said, "Since your swordsmanship doesn't have a name, how about I help you choose one?"

"Tell me about it, I don't want it if it's too ugly." Yelu Nanxian asked curiously.

"Since your swordsmanship gathers the aura of the sun and the moon, then call it the Sun and Moon Divine Sword." Thinking of Zhang Weijian in his previous life, Guo Jinan's TV series "Sun and Moon Sword", and then thinking of Qiu Jingjing in it, Song Qingshu showed a look of nostalgia, how long has it been since he thought about his life in his previous life? I hope to use these small means to continue to leave traces of my past life in this world, and I will not treat that qiē as a dream in the future.

"Sun and Moon Divine Sword?" Yelu Nanxian was stunned for a moment, and nodded slowly, "I hope I won't insult the word Divine Sword in the future."

Looking at the two masked people galloping under the tree, Song Qingshu felt a pang of disdain in his heart: How can it be the same as acting in a costume drama, without changing the shape of the clothes, just covering his face, others can't recognize it?