"It's just a gesture, Miss Li doesn't have to worry about it. Song Qingshu put down his wine glass, smiled faintly, and observed Li Mochou up close.

With a pink face and peach cheeks, a straight chest and a straight waist, she is so tall and tall that she must have a pair of straight long legs under the loose robe, she is really a stunning beauty, according to the description in the original book, her beauty should be no less than that of Xiaolongnu, and now when I see it, what I said is true.

Swept away by Song Qingshu's gaze, Li Mochou felt quite uncomfortable standing there, if an ordinary man looked at her like this, she would have already turned her face. However, the other party's eyes were kind, and there was more appreciation in his eyes, not to mention that he had just come to the rescue, Li Mochou was hardly disgusted, so he had to stand there quietly.

However, Li Mochou has never been seen by a man like this for so many years, and his face is inevitably a little hot, and his cheeks will soon be dizzy.

After this change, the eyes of the entire inn were focused on Song Qingshu, and everyone had different expressions.

King Jinlun's face changed slightly, Xuancheng thundered a blow, he thought to himself that he should temporarily avoid the edge, but he didn't expect this young man to knock a Zen staff weighing dozens of catties away with just one chopstick, that skill and the grasp of the accuracy of the force, it was really appalling.

Zhao Min saw Song Qingshu's appearance clearly at this time, and couldn't help but be stunned, and sighed lightly, with a stunned expression: "Why is he?"

"Minmin, do you know him?" Hua Zheng felt that the young man had a special calm and calm atmosphere, and when he heard Zhao Min muttering to himself, he couldn't help but look at her curiously.

"It's kind of acquaintance," Zhao Min hadn't recovered from the shock yet, "It's strange, how does it look completely different now?"

In the past, Song Qingshu had the nickname of the jade-faced Meng Wei, and his appearance was naturally suave, but he was narrow-minded before, and there was always a gloomy and unruly atmosphere on his face. Today's Song Qingshu is getting higher and higher, and Shenlong Island is awakened by Ouyang Feng's words, and the temperament of the whole person has suddenly changed dramatically, and the divine light is restrained and elegant.

"Amitabha, who is the donor, why did you want to save this demon girl?" Seeing Song Qingshu knock away his Zen staff with a chopstick, Xuan Cheng was surprised in his heart, before he left the Shaolin Temple, except for the character in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the rest of the people in the world were not taken into his eyes.

I didn't know that a small inn met so many masters. The two obscene-looking old men, as well as the monk with the big wheel, although they are not as good as themselves, they must not be too far behind. But the young man in front of him, looking only in his twenties, sat there with an unfathomable feeling, when did there be such a powerful young man in the world?

"It's just a person all the way, seeing that this girl is about to die on the spot, I can't bear it, so I came to the rescue, and I hope the master will forgive me. ”

As soon as the people of the world knew that they had failed to assassinate Kangxi and died, Song Qingshu knew that his identity was sensitive at this time, so he did not want to reveal his name.

Seeing that Song Qingshu didn't answer, a trace of green energy flashed on Xuan Cheng's face, and he quickly filtered the list of young masters in the rivers and lakes in his heart, and kept guessing the identity of the man in front of him. Nan Murong's martial arts don't seem to be so high. Could it be that person?

"It turned out to be the leader of the Ming Sect, why should Your Excellency hide it. Xuan Cheng couldn't help but sneer.

Song Qingshu smiled dumbly, and turned his head to look at Zhao Min: "Even if I am willing to be the sweetheart of this county lord's mother, I'm afraid she won't be happy." ”

Seeing Song Qingshu's light words, Zhao Min suddenly rose a little angry, snorted coldly, grabbed the guard's quiver and a bow and arrow, and threw it at Song Qingshu.

Because Zhao Min was born noble, there were many top martial arts masters who taught her martial arts, so she made a lot of style. A bow and arrow was thrown by her casually, no less than an arrow shot by a warrior in the army.

With Song Qingshu's current skills, he naturally didn't care too much, calmly raised his hand, firmly clamped the arrow with two fingers, and had a really such expression: "Master Xuancheng, you have seen it, unless Mongolia has the custom of using bows and arrows as hydrangeas." ”

Zhao Min's face was cold, and he was about to have a seizure, but he suddenly smiled, like ice and snow melting: "Song Shaoxia, I haven't seen you for a while, I didn't expect your martial arts to progress so quickly, it seems that the kung fu of the Wudang faction is really broad and profound." ”

What a great character!

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, Shaolin Wudang has been discordant for many years, first, Shaolin Temple thinks that Zhang Sanfeng is a Shaolin traitor, Wudang's martial arts are secretly learned from Shaolin Temple, Wudang faction people are of course not happy, the martial arts they learn are obviously Zhang Sanfeng is upright and self-created;

Xuancheng is crazy about martial arts, and he heard that Wudang Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts are superb, coupled with the sect dispute that goes deep into the bone marrow, and he has always had the idea of going to Wudang Mountain for a while.

Hearing Zhao Min expose the identity of Song Qingshu's Wudang faction, Xuan Cheng sneered: "It turned out to be the disciple and grandson of that Shaolin traitor, no wonder there is no one in his eyes." ”

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the inn suddenly became tense. Zhao Min didn't expect Xuancheng to be so ruthless, Zhang Sanfeng was highly respected, but he called him a traitor to Shaolin, Song Qingshu was a disciple of Wudang, involving the reputation of the patriarch, I am afraid that it will not be a situation of death.

Sure enough, Song Qingshu's face changed, although he had no feelings for the Wudang faction, and he had been expelled from Wudang by Zhang Sanfeng, but he had already been branded with the Wudang faction.

"Song is not talented, and he also knows that Shaolin martial arts pays attention to using Buddhism to resolve the anger in martial arts, the higher the Buddhism, the higher the martial arts. As a disciple of Buddhism, Your Excellency has no compassion, and the exit is greedy, hatred and ignorance, and you are really ashamed to be a high-ranking monk of the Xuanzi generation. Song Qingshu's tone was flat, and in contrast to the two, the onlookers did feel that Xuan Cheng was inferior.

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Xuan Cheng was inexplicably surprised, thinking how could it be exactly the same as what the one in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion said? However, Song Qingshu was young, and Xuan Cheng didn't believe that he really had such knowledge, and when he was just a blind cat and ran into a dead mouse, he couldn't help but snort: "Wudang is known as a famous and decent family, but you are greedy for beauty, and you rescued Li Mochou, the devil." The disciples are like this, and the style of the Wudang faction can be seen. ”

Hearing Xuan Cheng say this, Xia Qingqing angrily grabbed Song Qingshu, Li Mochou was also embarrassed when he stood there, but Song Qingshu himself was very calm: "First, Song is no longer from Wudangmen, and that Shaomin County Lord can testify for me." As he spoke, he raised his hand to signal Zhao Min, but in exchange for a coquettish hum.

Song Qingshu didn't care either, and continued: "Second, great monk, which eye did you see that I saved this Daoist Li because of my greed for beauty?"

"Just now you looked at the appearance of this demon girl's whole body, and everyone present saw it. There was no lack of ridicule in Xuan Cheng's tone.

"I can testify to Master Xuancheng at this point," Zhao Min clapped his hands for fear of the world, "Song Shaoxia looked at this Daoist Li just now, and he couldn't wait to strip naked......"

Halfway through speaking, Zhao Min deliberately stopped and did not speak, but the meaning was already self-evident. The two elders on the side saw that the master had spoken, and they even added fuel and vinegar to the echo, accompanied by presumptuous and obscene laughter.

Li Mochou trembled with anger, although he was afraid of their high martial arts, he still couldn't help but tremble lightly and was ready to make a move. At this time, Song Qingshu gently pressed her shoulder and shook his head at her slightly.

Walking the rivers and lakes has always been clean and self-conscious, not to mention contact with men, that is, men look at her more, Li Mochou will most likely shoot the other party's eyes, at this time Song Qingshu's hand is on his shoulder, but he is not angry for the first time, feeling the heat of the palm from his shoulder, Li Mochou suddenly has a hint of girlish shyness.

Seeing that Li Mochou gradually calmed down, Song Qingshu looked at Xuan Cheng and said, "I have a story here, the great monk can comment on it." ”

Everyone in the inn was feeling inexplicable, but Song Qingshu just said, "Once upon a time, there was an old monk who traveled with a young monk, and met a river on the way, and saw a woman who wanted to cross the river, but she didn't dare to cross it. The old monk took the initiative to carry the woman across the river, then put down the woman and continued to hurry with the little monk. The little monk couldn't help muttering all the way: What's wrong with Master? How dare you carry a woman across the river? Walking all the way, thinking all the way, and finally couldn't help it, and said, "Master, have you broken the vows?" Why did you carry a woman? The old monk sighed: I have already let go, but you still can't let go!"

Song Qingshu quickly stopped talking, but everyone in the audience understood what he meant, thinking that Master Xuancheng, the first person in Shaolin in two hundred years, was compared to a little monk who couldn't let go, and they all showed a smile to see the show.

"Song Shaoxia has sharp teeth, but unfortunately no matter how strong his words are, he can't hide the fact that Your Excellency came to save Li Mochou, a demon girl. Seeing that Xuan Cheng's big bald head was flushed, Zhao Minqiang couldn't hold back a smile and said something to help.

"I was really rightly told by the county lord, Song has no hobbies on weekdays, but he has no resistance to the demon girl or something, and when he sees the demon girl, he can't help but feel pity for the jade," Song Qingshu suddenly changed his words, looked at Zhao Min and smiled, "But the word demon girl came out of the county lord's mouth, it's really not convincing." Speaking of demon girls, who can compare to the county lord?"

Hearing Song Qingshu frankly admit that she likes demon girls and calls Zhao Min a demon girl, Princess Hua Zheng couldn't help but sneer, leaned over and whispered in Zhao Min's ear, and gestured to Song Qingshu's direction with her eyes while talking, Zhao Min's pretty face quickly became red for a while and white for a while.

"Eight Heroes, shoot them with arrows. Zhao Min said coldly.

"Yes!" Without the slightest hesitation, the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow pulled the bow in one go. They are all sharpshooters, and it is not a problem to shoot three arrows at the same time with one bow, and the rate of fire is extremely amazing, after one arrow, the next three arrows have been put on the string, without the slightest pause.

Although there were only eight people, in the blink of an eye, a rain of arrows poured down in the direction of Song Qingshu