The moon is dark and the wind is high, and it is a good weather for killing people and setting fires, stealing incense and stealing jade.

Song Qingshu stood on top of a mountain bag in black clothes, letting the cold wind blow all over his body in the middle of the night, and looked intently at the Sansheng Nunnery in the valley in the distance.

Estimating that the people inside had fallen asleep, Song Qingshu jumped up, his body fluttered in the wind, and when he was exhausted, he stepped on the leaves lightly, and his body jumped forward several feet.

When he quietly climbed into the Sansheng Nunnery, looked back at the distance traveled all the way, and sighed sincerely: "Treading sand without a trace is really the first light skill in the world." ”

After checking the surroundings and finding that no one was alarmed, Song Qingshu showed a satisfied smile, continued to hide his figure, and went all the way to Chen Yuanyuan's room.

"The ancients couldn't prevent thieves or peeping at this kind of window, so I really don't know what to use it for. Song Qingshu stared at the paper-paste window in front of him, daring to be speechless, he hurriedly learned the tricks on TV, dipped in some saliva, poked lightly, and stabbed the window paper silently, and leaned his eyes over to look inside.

The room was dim, and he vaguely saw two people lying on the bed, and Song Qingshu suddenly felt lost: "Could it be Chen Yuanyuan and her adulterer? Although this woman is pitiful, she herself is not a chaste martyr, and many times she is really to blame." ”

sighed and sighed, but he still remembered the purpose of the trip, Song Qingshu opened the window and jumped in gently, as soon as he landed, he saw a person on the bed who seemed to feel something and turned over, Song Qingshu's pupils shrank, his feet kicked back, and the person rushed over like a sharp arrow, and the two people on the bed were lit up between the electric light and flint, and then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The soft touch from his fingertips made Song Qingshu stunned, and he looked down through the faint moonlight.

Under the layers of sandalwood ancient bed veils, most of the quilt on a young girl's body slipped off, revealing a moon-white silk bandeau, and three thousand green silks were spread on it softly like water, reflecting the skin of a snow. The long eyelashes in his sleep, trembling slightly with each breath, saw the pretty face clearly, and Song Qingshu suddenly realized: "It turns out that the other person is Ake." ”

Pinching the corner of the quilt, Song Qingshu gently covered her while muttering to himself: "Sins and sins, I just came for the "Forty-two Chapters Sutra", I really didn't mean to take advantage of you." Now that the weather is getting cooler, cover you with a quilt to prevent the wind and cold from entering your body, and let me make amends for my offense this time. ”

After covering it, Song Qingshu turned his head and prepared to inspect where the "Forty-two Chapters Sutra" was placed, "Edi Niang!" The beautiful scenery that greeted Song Qingshu almost didn't make Song Qingshu bleed.

Chen Yuanyuan's graceful posture can be vaguely seen lying down, and the carcass looms under the hazy gauze clothes. The snow-colored twin peaks stand upright, and the gauze can hardly hide its exaltation. The eyebrows are like a crescent moon, bent like willow leaves, and the expression is lying there quietly. The red lips are red without dotting, and the willow eyebrows are not described, which is really worthy of being a red face that can make a man angry at the crown.

"Wenjun has a white jade beauty, carved with wonderful hands, and I can't help but yearn for it. Tonight, when the moon comes, come and get it. For some reason, Song Qingshu's mind suddenly appeared in the appearance of the thief Chu Liuxiang.

"Well, although I am lustful, I don't disdain to be a thief. Song Qingshu restrained himself with great perseverance and searched for the scriptures wholeheartedly, and finally saw that the "Forty-two Chapters" was pressing under Chen Yuanyuan's pillow.

Song Qingshu pursed his lips, sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and picked up the back of Chen Yuanyuan's neck, gently helped her up, let her body lean on his arms, stretched out his other hand to take the scripture under the pillow, and replaced the one he forged.

was about to put Chen Yuanyuan down, but the tip of her nose smelled a faint fragrance like musk deer, and she only felt that the beauty in her arms was extraordinarily soft and boneless, and she was a little reluctant to let go for a while.

"Adulterous thief, come out and die!" An angry male voice outside the window made Song Qingshu startled, and hurriedly took the "Forty-two Chapters Sutra" into his arms, and reluctantly put Chen Yuanyuan on the bed, jumped out of the window, and looked at the people in the courtyard vigilantly.

I saw that the man was fifty or sixty years old, wearing coarse cloth clothes and trousers, with a white cloth wrapped around his head, a green cloth wide belt around his waist, and straw sandals on his feet. Song Qingshu didn't dare to despise it, listening to the other party's cheers just now, he was full of energy, obviously a master.

"Who is Your Excellency, I didn't expect that there was such a master hidden in a small Sansheng Nunnery. Song Qingshu concentrated his breath, secretly defensive, and suddenly realized in his heart that Wu Sangui would leave such a charming wife in the wilderness, and he would always send someone to protect him.

"I've long forgotten my name, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you about such a ninth-rate thief. The villagers glanced at Song Qingshu with disdain.

"Although I enjoy the feeling of being called a lewd thief by a beautiful woman, but being a sloppy old man like you is a lewd thief, it always feels so disobedient, if the people of our time hear it, maybe they will think that I have done something to your chrysanthemum. The more Song Qingshu spoke, the more disgusting he felt, and he hurriedly took a sip.

The villager looked puzzled, he had planted some chrysanthemums in the vegetable garden, but it was obviously not damaged at all, and even if he destroyed a few plants, it was not a big deal...... Soon, he thought of what the other party had done to the person he had been haunted by in the room just now, and couldn't help but be furious: "Little thief, the old man hasn't used a knife for decades, and today in order to do it for the heavens, I will make an exception." ”

In a flash of cold light, a set of sharp and ruthless knife techniques slashed over. Song Qingshu didn't want to reveal his identity, so he didn't take the wooden sword with him, and when he noticed the cold and pressing sword qi coming, he didn't dare to take it with his bare hands, so he had to break off a small branch next to him, cheer up, and use the branch as a sword to see the move. The swords of the two of them were fast and slow, sometimes colliding dozens of times like beads, sometimes turning around, and not intersecting a single move.

After more than a dozen moves, the two separated, and the villager looked at Song Qingshu in horror: "The legendary grass, trees, bamboos and stones can all be used as swords...... Your Excellency's swordsmanship is extremely exquisite, why did you fall into a shameless thief in the martial arts?"

The shock in Song Qingshu's heart was not less than his, and he hurriedly shouted: "I remember who you are, you are Hu Yizhi, the king of the Yum Sword, but what are you doing with the Hu family knife?"

Yum Sword King Hu Yizhi, nicknamed "King of the United States", was rumored to be the first beautiful man in martial arts, but once in Chengdu, he accidentally saw Chen Yuanyuan at a glance, and he was fascinated and couldn't extricate himself. When Chen Yuanyuan was in the palace of Pingxi, he disguised himself as a gardener in the palace and planted flowers and grass for her. Chen Yuanyuan went to Sansheng Nunnery, and Hu Yizhi followed to be a husband.

It's strange, Hu Yizhi is obviously strong in martial arts, Chen Yuanyuan can be said to be at his fingertips in front of him, but he has never thought about it, he just hopes to see her secretly in the morning and evening, and he is already satisfied...... In the past 20 years, he has only spoken 39 sentences to Chen Yuanyuan, and he remembers 55 sentences to him clearly, and he can be said to be the most infatuated love saint in the Golden Book.