"How can it be!"

At the critical moment, Song Qingshu fell from the sky, he didn't expect that he would say this martial arts film mantra that had been complained about countless times in his previous life, but at this moment, apart from this, he couldn't find any other words to describe the anger in his heart.

He didn't expect that the Shaolin monk, who has always been sanctimonious, would just bully more and less, and would actually take advantage of the critical moment when Zhang Sanfeng was competing for internal strength, which was obviously to control him to death.

Song Qingshu's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and when he dissolved the various long-range attacks sent by the other party, the wooden sword faintly wandered by his side, and he was already planning to kill tonight.

Seeing Song Qingshu's eyes, Xuan Ci chuckled in his heart, knowing that today's things could not be good, he also made a decision immediately, and shouted: "Formation, this is related to our Shaolin reputation, there is no need to talk to him about the rules of the rivers and lakes, let's go together." ”

Song Qingshu smiled: "It seems that the abbot is planning to leave the lives of the two of us here, and when the time comes, outsiders don't know what happened tonight, you Shaolin can just make up a reason to prevaricate in the past, and you can also take the opportunity to get rid of Wudang, a big trouble, it is really high, I really underestimated Your Excellency's decision." ”

Song Qingshu secretly regretted that Xuan Ci was the leading eldest brother who killed Xiao Feng's family back then, if this matter could still be justified by Murong Bo deceiving him, but then he had an affair with Ye Erniang, causing Ye Erniang to be a good girl who was pregnant before marriage, but he ignored it. After that, Ye Erniang caused trouble to the rivers and lakes, where did that martial arts come from? Xuan Ci has always claimed to be compassionate, why didn't he restrain it? In addition, when all the heroes in the rivers and lakes died mysteriously one after another in order to keep his identity secret, why didn't he come forward? Only in the end, the Shaolin Conference was cornered by Xiao Yuanshan, and then he confessed everything?

In the final analysis, Xuan Ci is not as sanctimonious as he seems on the outside, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is another Yue Buqun.

Looking at the monks in front of him, Song Qingshu calculated in his heart, now that Xuancheng, Fang Zheng, and Sandu have not recovered from their serious injuries, the remaining monks of the Xuan, Kong, and Fang character generations, although they are already first-class masters in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of Song Qingshu today, only Xuzhu and Xuanci need to pay attention to these people.

"Hmph, let Shaolin bleed like a river today!" Song Qingshu's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness.

In fact, his best choice now is to take the opportunity to seriously injure the sweeping monk first, after all, the two are competing for internal strength, he and Zhang Sanfeng join forces, even if the sweeping monk is martial arts, he can only hate on the spot, and then in the entire Shaolin, no one is the opponent of the two of them. It's a pity that Song Qingshu took care of the kindness of the sweeping monk at the beginning, and was unwilling to take advantage of the danger of others, so he moved his target to Xuan Ci and others.

Shaolin Temple and Song Qingshu have had many grievances, and they have long wanted to get along with it, so the eyes of the monks staring at Song Qingshu are also full of unkindness.

The big war is about to break out!

Suddenly, the sound of the flute and the sound of the flute and the sound of the flute were gently heard in mid-air, and it seemed that several yaoqin and several dong flutes were playing at the same time. The music was ethereal, if there was nothing, but everyone heard it very clearly, but it flickered and flickered, and I don't know from which side.

Song Qingshu was stunned, who is pretending to be a ghost? When he saw the slightly discolored faces of Xuan Ci and the others, he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart: It seems that these Shaolin monks obviously know the identity of the other party, and they seem to be quite jealous.

The sound of the yaoqin rang three times in a row, and suddenly I saw four white-clothed girls falling from the east and west eaves into the court, each holding a yaoqin in their hands. These four instruments are half as short and half as narrow as the usual seven-stringed harp, but they are also full of seven strings. After the four girls fell, they stood in the middle of the court. Following the door, four black-clothed girls walked in, each holding a black flute in their hands, but this flute was half longer than the common hole flute. The four girls in black are also standing in the four corners. Four white and four black, standing crossed.

The eight women stood in the direction, and the music sounded on the four yaoqin, and then the dong flute joined the ensemble, and the music was extremely soft and elegant. Song Qingshu doesn't understand music, but he still feels that this music is pleasant, and even though he is in a very urgent situation, he is willing to listen to it for a while.

In the midst of the melodious music, a woman in a light yellow shirt walked in, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, graceful and beautiful, but her face was too pale, and there was no blood.

"Such an exaggerated way of appearing in the bag...... Song Qingshu was stunned, and couldn't help but think of an extremely mysterious person in the original book - the woman in the yellow shirt, she also appeared at the lion slaughter conference, but at that time, Song Qingshu's whole body meridians were broken, and he was struggling to breathe, so naturally he didn't have a chance to see each other.

"The girl comes to this temple again, I don't know what advice I have?" Xuan Ci stepped forward and asked, if he was looked at by outsiders, it would be strange that Xuan Ci's status in the rivers and lakes would be so polite to a little girl, but Xuan Ci knew in his heart that at the lion slaughter meeting, the martial arts shown by this woman were really shocking, and he couldn't help but disrespect him.

"I don't dare to give advice, the little woman came this time, just worried that you would be used and hurt the harmony between Shaolin and Wudang in vain. The woman in the yellow shirt smiled slightly, like the ice and snow melting, and many young monks couldn't help but turn red when they saw it.

"Being used?" Xuan Ci muttered with a slight frown.

The woman in the yellow shirt did not continue to answer his doubts, but turned to Song Qingshu, her bright eyes were full of curiosity: "In recent years, Gongzi has sprung up, and he has been in the limelight, and he has caught up with the original Mingjiao Sect Wuji, and what a stunning and brilliant character, when I saw it today, Gongzi was full of murderous energy, alas, alas!" said and shook his head slightly, with a disapproving look.

Song Qingshu didn't eat her set, and sneered: "Song once heard that the girl at the lion slaughter conference was shocked, like a fairy who fell into the dust, and she has always regretted her fate, but when she saw it today, she only saw an ordinary woman who paid attention to pomp and circumstance, and had a good face, hey, hey, I was so disappointed." He used his own way to govern his body, and learned it vividly, which made many Shaolin monks laugh.

The woman in the yellow shirt blushed, she was noble, and she was extremely beautiful, everywhere she went, everyone treated her respectfully, for fear of blaspheming the fairy, how could she ever meet such a scoundrel as Song Qingshu?

"I have heard for a long time that the son has sharp teeth, and a clever mouth has deceived the hearts of many women. The woman in the yellow shirt smiled faintly.

Song Qingshu said with a smile: "It's better for the girl to talk to me less, I'm afraid that the girl will accidentally fall in love with me if she talks too much." ”

The yellow-shirted woman's starry eyes widened, she had never met such a brazen person, she couldn't help but snort delicately in her nose, no longer bothered with him, but walked towards Zhang Sanfeng and the sweeping monk who were competing for internal strength-

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