Song Qingshu carried every punch and kick on his body extremely hard, calmly holding the dishes and drinking wine as usual, although it was said that under the opponent's fists and feet, there was almost no mouthful of food, and a glass of wine could be smoothly delivered to his mouth.

"Good man!" a boy about seven or eight years old on a table not far away stood up, turned his head to a beautiful woman next to him wrapped in a snow-white fur coat and said, "Mother, I want to save him." ”

A group of ruffians are also tired of fighting, the key is that Song Qingshu looks like a dead man, they are not fighting anymore, at this time when they heard someone coming out, they immediately stopped, and found that it was a seven or eight-year-old doll, and immediately laughed, and when they saw the appearance of the woman next to him, they suddenly became lustful.

The leader of the ruffians opened his mouth and teased: "Yo, where did the little lady come from so beautiful, if you come over to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not care about your baby." ”

"Bastard, dare to insult my mother!" the boy was furious, grabbed the bench next to him and threw it over.

The leader of the ruffians didn't expect him to make a move, and he was smashed to pieces in a careless manner, and in a fit of rage, he beckoned his brothers: "Beat me to death, don't touch that little lady." ”

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was beaten and his nose and face were swollen, and he couldn't really see the situation over there, so he only felt that a few men with tigers on their backs pounced on a child.

Seeing the crowd rushing over, the boy was not in a hurry, he put down a ruffian in one dodge, and then stood in the middle, letting everyone surround him, and after several fights, everyone did not take advantage of the slightest.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully, and saw that the boy's shot was extremely short, raising his hands and kicking his feet, not more than half a foot away, but his tricks were extremely dense, and his body never showed any flaws, so several hooligans couldn't attack it at all.

Song Qingshu found that his set of palm techniques was mainly guarded, and he was quite good at Tai Chi Gong, and he still wondered what he had to do with Wudang. Considering his status as a Wudang outcast, he originally planned to leave first, so as not to be embarrassed to chat.

However, he noticed that although the boy's gestures were quite popular, after all, he was young and suffered too much in strength, and he had gradually fallen into disadvantage.

Seeing that he couldn't take a child for so long, a few ruffians couldn't hold a child for so long, and one of them was ruthless, pulled out his knife and slashed at the boy.

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over, if this kid died because he saved himself, then he would probably feel guilty for the rest of his life.

The woman wrapped in a white fur fur also made a move, and saw a white ribbon fly out, wrap around the boy in the circle, and pull him back to pull him out of the battle circle.

Seeing that Song Qingshu was under siege, he hesitated, stepped lightly on the table next to him, and flew over. Others saw a flash of white light, and the woman rushed into the battle circle, Song Qingshu only felt that his body was light, and he was sent to the boy's side by a soft energy.

Song Qingshu hurriedly looked up, and saw that the white ribbon in the woman's hand was like a white dragon, circling and flying, vertical and horizontal, but he could hear the sound of choking, choking, ah, bang, and in the blink of an eye, the blades of several men were all taken down by Mrs. with ribbons, and everyone fell downstairs.

Song Qingshu was stunned and looked at everything in front of him, he didn't expect this delicate-looking woman to be so powerful in martial arts, and wondered in his heart, the woman in white, using white silk as a weapon, could it be a little dragon girl? Looking at the tiger-headed boy on the side, Song Qingshu felt a little uncomfortable in his heart: he was still full of fantasies about the little dragon girl, but he didn't expect her son to be so old.

The woman nodded politely to Song Qingshu, and then took the boy's hand and walked downstairs, Song Qingshu couldn't help but swallow it all in his stomach full of questions.

The boy turned around and grimaced at him, shrugged his shoulders with a helpless expression, amusing Song Qingshu.

After hesitating, Song Qingshu decided to catch up. Xiaolongnu can be said to be the dream lover of all men, what if she has a child now, Song Qingshu doesn't want to miss the great opportunity to meet her.

"Miss Dragon, wait a minute......" Song Qingshu chased after him breathlessly all the way.

Hearing him obviously shouting to herself, the woman stopped and looked back in confusion: "Did Childe recognize the wrong person?" ”

"Why do you call me a girl?" the tiger-headed boy glared at him with some anger.

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, isn't it Xiaolongnu? Hurriedly apologized: "I see Mrs. Xia's dress and weapons, which are very similar to someone in my impression, and I hope Mrs. will forgive her sins." In the lower Song Qingshu, thank Mrs. for saving her life. ”

The boy interjected at this time: "Obviously I saved you, you don't thank me, but thank my mother, you must have seen my mother's beauty, and I have bad thoughts in my heart." I thought you were a good man with iron bones just now, but now it seems that you are just a disciple. ”

His words made the two adults very embarrassed, and the woman in white glared at her son: "Fei'er, don't talk nonsense!" After speaking, he cast an apologetic look at Song Qingshu, "The child is not sensible, don't mind the child." ”

Hearing the woman call him Fei'er, Song Qingshu had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and blurted out: "Could it be that you are Mrs. Hu?"

The woman glanced at him vigilantly: "I don't seem to have seen Childe before." ”

Song Qingshu was very excited, squatted down and grabbed the boy's shoulders and asked, "You are Hu Fei, the flying fox of the Snow Mountain?"

The boy looked at him in surprise: "It's true that I'm Hu Fei, but it's not a snowy mountain flying fox, hey, this name is quite majestic, and I will use it as a nickname in the future!"

Mrs. Hu quietly pulled Hu Fei over and asked in a deep voice, "I wonder why Gongzi recognizes our mother and son?"

"I have revered chivalrous and righteous men since I was a child, and under my deliberate attention, I know more about some things in the rivers and lakes," Song Qingshu prevaricated indiscriminately, suddenly frowned, looked at the crystal-like lovely person in front of him, and asked hesitantly: "But I heard that Hu Daxia unfortunately died back then, and Mrs. Hu was also martyred......

Mrs. Hu smiled slightly and glanced at Hu Fei dotingly: "I was indeed going to follow Brother Hu back then, but when I drew my knife, Fei'er suddenly cried. I suddenly thought that although Miao Daxia was a righteous gentleman, it was difficult to keep a villain in trouble, so I decided to raise Brother Hu's only bone and blood first. ”

Song Qingshu didn't expect that the plot had changed, it seemed that the butterfly effect that he had crossed over began to appear, and when he was suffering from gains and losses, Hu Fei excitedly pulled his sleeve and looked at him expectantly: "Do you know my father?"

Song Qingshu came back to his senses, heard his question, and looked at the sky from afar: "Liaodong Hu is a knife, and when he meets a person who does evil, it is a knife, and he is a great hero and hero that Song has always admired, but it is a pity to save his fate." ”

Seeing that he praised her husband, Mrs. Hu's face couldn't help but soften, as if she recalled the days when she was chivalrous and righteous with her husband, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.