Under the rule of the Qing Dynasty, there are really no sects that can be used, what ** gate, Wei Tuo gate, merchant fort, Qingzhu Gang, Penglai faction...... They are all some rivers and lakes that do not enter the stream, speaking of which the Taishan faction can be regarded as one of the few gate factions in the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

Everywhere Song Qingshu went, except for a few sects that showed dissatisfaction, most of the sects were surprised, thinking that they could send their sons and nephews to the palace as internal guards, a group of people not only did not have the imaginary resistance, but seemed to be very cooperative, wishing that their nephews could immediately report to Song Qingshu in Beijing.

Some couldn't stand the enthusiasm of the heads of the various factions, so Song Qingshu hurriedly excused himself to go to other sects to pass on the decree, leaving them relevant vouchers, and letting them report to the headquarters of the Guardian Army within a month.

Thinking about Xia Qingqing who rushed to the stable, Song Qingshu has always carried the sand without a trace on the road, on the one hand, he exercised his dynamic vision, in order to be able to use it in the battle with the enemy, not just to grease the soles of his feet, on the other hand, in order to save time, he spent so much effort on Xia Qingqing, if it was just because he was a step late in returning to Beijing, and she had an accident in order to save the Xin Shu couple, it would really be regarded as letting the cooked duck fly, and he would not have to die of depression.

Fortunately, all the sects were very cooperative, and even the head of the Taishan faction, Tianmen Daoren, resigned himself to sending his most proud disciple to Beijing, and Song Qingshu went all the way, and it only took ten days to run dozens of sects.

"The night of crying, a short sigh and a long sigh, like being trapped in the wilderness, a qiē also withered......" humming a song all the way, Song Qingshu was on his way back to Yanjing.

When passing through the junction of Shandong and Jiangsu, there was a sound of swords in a forest in front of him.

"It's about me~" Song Qingshu whistled and continued to hurry.He didn't like the Manchu court, and he wished that the Qing country was as chaotic as possible.

"Dad, I'll block them first, you quickly protect your mother and go first!" suddenly a crisp and pleasant voice came from my ears.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu, who had already run over, suddenly stopped, and when he looked back, he saw a handsome and dashing young man in the convoy with a sword that was shining coldly, dragging at least one-third of the horse thief's troops.

Song Qingshu saw that although he was dressed as a man, he was petite and graceful, and the voice just now was as pleasant as a yellow warbler, so it was clear that he was a woman dressed as a man.

"Heroes save beauty, and beauties promise each other with their bodies, this kind of drama is my favorite." Song Qingshu touched his chin, immediately changed his mind, and walked over there.

"How can this be reasonable, in broad daylight, Lang Lang Qiankun, you bandits actually dare to openly attack the court officials, is there still a heavenly reason in this world? Is there still a royal law?" Song Qingshu put on a distressed look as he walked.

"Nerd, get out of here, these outlaws won't have anything to do with you." The boy in the encirclement saw a young man dressed as a scholar recklessly walking over in a crisis, and couldn't help but kindly remind.

"Little girl, you are kind, you are obviously unable to protect yourself, how can you still be interested in meddling with other people's affairs?" Song Qingshu found a big stone, carefully blew off the dust on it, and didn't forget to wipe it with his sleeve, so he sat down for a while, watching the two groups of people in the field fight to the death.

The horse thief originally heard that someone was not afraid of death, and thought it was a character, but when he saw that it was a crazy scholar, he didn't care much and continued to besiege the convoy.

Song Qingshu took a look, most of the guards of the convoy had lost their combat effectiveness, only the woman and the father in her mouth were obviously extraordinary, and a group of horse thieves couldn't besiege it.

Seeing the streets on both sides, Song Qingshu was not in a hurry, and asked with a smile: "Girl, you are an official lady, how can you learn those people in the rivers and lakes to dance knives and guns?"

"Girl, your swordsmanship is good, where did you learn it?"

"Girl...... Ouch!"

Hearing a miserable scream from the other party, the boy girl said stupidly: "Make you noisy!"

"The Wudang Sect's Hibiscus Golden Needle?" Song Qingshu took the golden needle shot by the other party to his eyes and looked at it, he was shocked, but he said: "Good girl's family, don't use needles to embroider, but use them as hidden weapons.

"You!" the boy girl was not lightly said by him, and the horse thieves took advantage of the situation, and the girl was suddenly in danger.

"Zhi'er, other masters are joking with you, don't take it seriously." After all, the elderly military attache has more experience in the rivers and lakes, and he can see at a glance that Song Qingshu has no malicious intentions, "Li Kexiu, the commander of the water and land in Xiajiang and Zhejiang, went to work with his family this time, and was robbed by horse thieves on the road, and he hoped that the master would come to the rescue."

"The name has a 'Zhi' in it?" Song Qingshu frowned, his head shook like a rattle, "This name has violated my taboo, don't save it, don't save it."

Li Kexiu was stunned for a moment, thinking that the behavior of these people in the rivers and lakes was really strange, and he didn't know how to take it for a while.

"He's a master?" The girl snorted coldly, "Dad, don't be deceived by this nerd, what kind of master can he be like when he looks crazy."

"Little girl, don't look down on people, I'm really a master, you beg me, maybe I'll save you when I'm happy?" Song Qingshu said with a smile.

"How tall is a tall man?" The girl said disdainfully.

"It must be three or four stories tall." Song Qingshu replied.

The girl's smart eyes suddenly turned, and she asked in the gap between the moves, "Since you are a master, how many moves can you make to subdue this group of horse thieves?".

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"Subdue them?" Song Qingshu said disdainfully, "I don't rarely use my hands, just move my mouth."

"Who are you fooling?" The girl said angrily.

Song Qingshu was about to open his mouth to continue teasing, when he suddenly received a solid blow on his head, and suddenly rolled his eyes and fell straight down.

"Phew!" A horse thief behind Song Qingshu put away his whistle stick and scolded him, "I've been noisy here, I thought I was really a master, I've put up with you for a long time, I knew it was a silver-like spearhead, and I had already fanned over with a few big ear scrapers."

Seeing that the master in his mind was solved with a stick, Li Kexiu was shocked, thinking that he was really blind.

The boy and girl saw that Song Qingshu was so vulnerable, and she was stunned for a while: "Hey, although I don't expect anything from you, you're too useless."

At this distraction, several long knives had been put on her delicate neck, and the girl was stunned and didn't dare to move anymore.

Seeing that her daughter was captured, Li Kexiu was furious, but unfortunately she was careless, and she was soon subdued.

"Hmph, the Golden Snake King is dead, and the rest of the two, three, four, or five masters are calling over, Lao Tzu is still not waiting, I wanted to rob a vote and leave, hehe, I actually let Lao Tzu catch a big official, and found a young girl, it seems that the luck is not bad." Seeing that everyone in the convoy was subdued, the horse thief led a long laugh.