Song Qingxiao's feet stepped out, stepping on the void, but it was like walking on the ground.

This step was obviously not big, but in the blink of an eye, her body had already appeared more than ten feet away.

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"Come back!"

The old Taoist priest didn't have time to catch her at all, and he saw that her figure was already far away in a flash.

"Qingxiao, come back!"

The old Taoist priest shouted hoarsely, and his voice was extremely poignant:

"Don't go, the master calculated the hexagram before leaving, I promised the ancestors and the ancestors to bring you back to Yunhu Mountain safely!"

"Qingxiao is back!"

"What is in the red mist and what does it have to do with you? As they say, Ji people have their own celestial phenomena, if your fate is great, you can't die if you enter the red mist, why do you want to venture into it? ”

As soon as the old Taoist priest saw her escape from the river, he began to shout desperately as if he was going crazy, as if he was going to rush out of the star array and take the risk to stop her.

Song Changqing saw his demeanor, and was afraid that something would happen to him, so he hurriedly held him up:

"Master—"

"It's all my fault, what to teach her to be chivalrous?" He was obviously confused, and grabbed the hand of the big apprentice, as if he had caught a life-saving duckweed:

"She wants to beat people, let her fight well, she can't exorcise evil spirits and eliminate demons, as long as she is good."

"Am I wrong? Evergreen? He pulled Song Changqing: "Let your little junior sister come back quickly, she is good with you and listens to you the most." ”

He had six gods and no master, and after shouting this, he said:

"Let's go back to Yunhu Mountain, we don't care about the problem of Shenzhuang, and we will find a way to cross the catastrophe of life and death in the future."

Song Qingxiao heard the words of the old Taoist, and his steps forward seemed to pause.

When the old Taoist priest saw this, his eyes full of tears suddenly burst into light, as if he saw hope:

"Let's not go to Shenzhuang anymore, go back, go back."

Everyone could hear this, and Aunt Wu and the others nodded subconsciously.

But Song Qingxiao's figure only paused for a moment, and in the next second, she stepped into the red mist, only to see the red light flickering, swallowing her figure inside.

"Come back—" The old Taoist priest's frightened voice sounded, but then a red mist enveloped him, cutting off his voice instantly.

The black ship disappeared in an instant, replaced by the earth-shattering shouts of killing.

'Woohoo! ’

The sound of the crash was like a thunderclap, and it was incessant.

The river is still the same river, but with a strong smell of blood.

There was a blood-red mist as far as the eye could see, and the river had been dyed blood-colored.

The yin qi in this place is amazingly heavy, and it is no less than the suppression of divine consciousness in the abyss territory that day.

Song Qingxiao tried to summon the Qing Ying Order with his divine sense, but because it had absorbed too much Yin Qi that day, it sensed Song Qingxiao's summoning at this time, and saw the light on the Qing Ying Order flickering slightly, as if it was trying to respond, but in the end, the shadow of the demon soul did not appear.

There was no way to summon the Qing Ming Order, so Song Qingxiao had to raise his vigilance.

In a blink of an eye, she seemed to see something wrapped in the river that was rushing down in front of her.

Song Qingxiao's gaze paused, and his figure immediately flashed, appearing in the lower reaches of the river.

When I got closer, I realized that it was like a corpse floating and sinking along the current.

Song Qingxiao's body fell, and with a grip in her palm, an ice whip appeared, which was thrown out by her, and 'whoosh' into the water, enveloping the tumbling corpse.

She raised her arms, and with a 'bang' sound, the corpse was lifted up by her and hung in the air.

The corpse must not have been dead for a long time, it was soaked white, and it wore a gray blouse, a red cover on his shoulders, and a yellow scarf around his waist.

A slash from his left shoulder to his right waist was the main cause of his death, disemboweling him, and all the organs in his stomach fell out during the river drifting, and some of them still had traces of being eaten by fish.

This person should not be more than fifty, with a beard and most of his hair scattered, but it can be vaguely seen that he should have been tied in a bun on the top of his head before his death.

Although Song Qingxiao did not come into contact with many people after entering the trial scene, most of the information he knew was mainly related to Shen Zhuang.

But whether it is Song Daochang's master and apprentice, or the old man who is driving the car, etc., the dress is obviously different from this person.

The old Taoist priest and Song Changqing both cut their hair, kept only an inch of hair, and wore a short cardigan, and most of the other people they met afterwards were dressed similarly.

And the person in front of him, whether in terms of dressing style or hair, is far from the old Taoist priest and others.

'Knock knock knock! ’

The rapid sound of the drum sounded again, and it was noticeably more urgent and nearer than what had been heard earlier on the black ship, as if it were not very far from her position.

Song Qingxiao heard the sound and shook the ice whip in his hand.

The corpse that was wrapped in the whip 'plopped' and fell back into the river, and the long whip drew a circle in mid-air, turned into spiritual power, and drilled back into her palm again.

Without saying a word, she shot in the direction of the drum, and about a quarter of an hour later, Song Qingxiao's divine sense sensed the existence of other people.

The spiritual power on the surface of the river changed, and her figure flashed out of thin air.

I saw that about a hundred and ten zhang away from her, I could already see the riverbank.

In the middle of the Yongqing River and the riverbank, a trench was artificially filled.

In the meantime, several suspension bridges are paved with iron cables about 20 meters long, connecting the city with the river bank.

On the outskirts of the city, a wall was built at least several meters high.

But at this time there was a fire burning on the wall, and a large stream of smoke rose up.

Below the city wall, a lot of corpses had piled up, and the surface was on fire, emitting a foul smell.

Under the light of the fire, a large number of corpses and some fragments of the ship's hull were scattered on the surface of the river.

On the edge of the riverbank, dozens of boats were docked, crowded with men and armed with bows and arrows.

On one of the largest main ships, a shirtless strong man with a double hammer struck the war drum vigorously, making an earth-shattering sound of 'dong dong dong'.

In the sound of the battle horn, someone shouted in the direction of the city wall:

"Zhang Shouyi, I advise you to surrender quickly, open the city gate, and don't resist stubbornly!"

"Zhang Shouyi, I advise you to surrender quickly, open the city gate, and don't resist stubbornly!"

"Zhang Shouyi, I advise you to surrender quickly, open the city gate, and don't resist stubbornly!"

“……”

After the first shout, the other people on the ship followed suit.

The sound spread far away on the river, and Song Qingxiao listened to it in his ears.

Zhang Shouyi?

Is it the general who retreated to Shen Zhuang after the failure of the encirclement and suppression of Li Guochao, and in the mouth of Aunt Wu, he finally slaughtered Shen Zhuang because he was afraid of being reprimanded by the emperor for defeat?

In fact, the moment she entered the red mist, she already felt that something was wrong.

When the previous body was discovered, there was a guess in my mind.

But it wasn't until I heard these shouts at this moment that I finally determined that the moment I entered the red mist, I had entered a hundred years ago.

Song Qing calmed down and let go of his divine sense again.

This time, when she let go of her divine consciousness again, she found that the suppressive force that imprisoned her divine consciousness on the Yongqing River before had completely disappeared.

It was as if that kind of rule had been loosened since she had entered a hundred years ago.

Her divine sense could pass through the blockade of the high protective wall and penetrate into Shen Zhuang.

At this time, Shen Zhuang should not have been slaughtered, and you can sense the back and forth of soldiers and people on the street, as well as the dignified pre-war atmosphere.

"The rebels are calling—"

"I heard that the emperor will send reinforcements again-"

"The city has been strictly managed in the past two days, and the county order has been explained, and it is not allowed to discuss these anymore, so try to hand over food and other things for General Zhang to defend the city and delay time."

“……”

With her powerful divine sense, the discussion of the war among the people in the corners of the city also clearly reached her ears.

Song Qing withdrew his consciousness and opened his eyes.

After a moment of silence, her figure flashed, and the figure had disappeared in place, appearing on the boat on the riverbank.

There are many of these ships docked on the riverbank, but it can be seen that they are not specially reinforced and repaired, but rather like some temporary occupation of merchant ships, which are firmly connected by huge iron chains, so that they are firmly docked on the riverside and will not be blown away by strong winds.

Some of the big boats were also tied up with a lot of small boats and some boats that resembled art workshops, and there were quite a few people in these workshops, at least five or six people on each of them, and they were all women.

Song Qing chose one of them, and in a flash, he entered the studio.

A small lamp was lit in the workshop, and the light reflected the red lanterns, emitting a hazy red light through the gauze curtains.

'Meow! A terrible cat meow sounded, as if sensing Song Qingxiao's presence and reminding the people in the workshop.

There were a few old pieces of furniture in the workshop, and several women in different costumes sat in a corner of the boathouse, and when they saw someone coming in, they all turned around.

Song Qingxiao was originally prepared to shoot if these people screamed at the same time.

As soon as she appeared in the workshop, several women just turned their heads to look at her, and after seeing her appearance clearly, they all showed slightly surprised and indignant looks.

"There's a new guy here."

A woman about twenty-three or four years old glanced at Song Qingxiao, and instead of shouting loudly, she sneered:

"It looks like the clothes are quite bright, which family's boudoir daughter is it?"

A girl of seventeen or eighteen sitting on the first bed on her leaning slope held a diamond mirror in one hand and arranged the silk on her head with the other.

While hearing the woman speak, she turned the mirror obliquely, and Song Qingxiao's figure was reflected in the mirror, which made her bite her lower lip stiffly:

"I didn't see how glamorous, the clothes on my body were old, and I couldn't see the brilliance of a big family."

"Sister Juan'er is really vinegary."

When a woman half-prostrate on an old chaise longue heard this, she let out a 'sneer':

"Presumably because you are afraid that a newcomer will come over and take away the king's favor from you?"

As she spoke, she turned slowly, and a white cat's head emerged from her belly.

The cat had a pair of green eyes, reflecting the red light in the house, shining with a bewitching luster.

It's just that the moment the cat's eyes met Song Qingxiao's eyes, it seemed to be greatly frightened, and a crazy 'ha' sound came out of its mouth, and the hair on the back of its neck stood up, and it retracted under the woman's belly with its front legs.

These women are not very old, the youngest is only seventeen or eighteen, and the oldest is twenty-five years old.

Whether it is a person or the white cat, there is no existence of half yin qi on the body.

Outside, the two armies faced each other, and the corpses in the river were all over the field, but they didn't seem to be surprised that strangers came in, but they were used to it.

"Phew!" As soon as the girl sitting on the bed heard the words of the woman holding the cat, her face immediately changed, and she spat on the ground:

"I think she's just shameless, I'm afraid it's just like the so-called daughter of Shen Dafu's family who ran away two nights ago, I heard that the king was about to defeat Shen Zhuang, and I recommended the pillow in advance!"

There were five people in the shipyard, and the girl who spoke was the youngest and looked very thoughtful, but at this time, as if she was enraged, she lost her hair, threw the mirror on the bed, and stood up:

"Now the momentum of the king is just right, after taking Shen Zhuang, he has the treasure to recruit troops and buy horses, and if he wants to achieve something great, he has attracted a lot of shameless sluts."

She looked Song Qingxiao up and down several times with a jealous and displeased look, and her expression was mean:

"I can see too many people like this."

Song Qingxiao ignored her, her eyes swept around the boathouse, and finally walked in the direction of the girl.

"Stop!"

As soon as the girl saw her passing, she crossed her waist with one hand:

"I won't allow you to come here."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Qingxiao had already walked to her side, stretched out her hand and pushed her-

The woman was her opponent, and even if she couldn't help but fall to the side.

The girl obviously didn't expect Song Qingxiao to dare to do it to herself as soon as she came, and when she reacted, she had already hit the cabinet next to the bed with a 'clang'.

The cabinet was placed on the pedal, and when she hit it, even a square bamboo basket placed on the cabinet rolled down to the ground with a 'boom', hitting the wooden planks of the shipyard, making a piercing and loud sound.

This movement was too loud, and the rest of the people were frightened, and they all stood up, their faces worried.

Even the girl who fell to the ground endured the pain, and didn't care to cover her sore spots, but covered her mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound.

"What's the noise?"

Outside the shipyard, a gloomy male voice rang out:

"Want to die?"

As he spoke, there was a heavy footstep coming this way.

'Boom! Boom! Boom! ’

Every time I stepped on the deck, the closer I approached, the worse the face of the woman in the shipyard became.

Song Qingxiao looked calm, slapped the mirror on the bed, and sat down where the girl had been sitting before.

The hull of the boat shook a few times, someone jumped on the boat, and a man about forty years old lifted the curtain and entered the workshop, and his eyes swept around the shipyard, revealing an obscene demeanor:

"What's going on?"

"I, I fell and accidentally knocked over the cabinet......"

The girl who fell to the ground turned pale with fright, her body was like a sifting chaff, and while talking, her body retreated like a snake, until her back hit Song Qingxiao's legs, and then she stopped:

"I hope for the mercy of the steward."

She looked unkind just now, and she didn't welcome Song Qingxiao's arrival, but at this time, she lied that she fell down by herself, and never mentioned the grievances with Song Qingxiao.