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She hurriedly raised her arm and was about to pinch the jade in her ear, but there was a soft whistle of "snort" in her ear, and a little cold light shot out, which was her right hand.

Qing'er was helpless, so she had to shake her arm, dodge the hidden weapon, stepped on it quickly, her body turned around, and her little hand grabbed the jade in her ear again.

Several hidden weapons emitted two "snort" roars, like the cry of a terrible ghost, which was extremely terrifying in the dark night.

One of them was swift and pressed towards Qing'er, with iron thorns constantly firing from his hands, which were not fatal, but could contain people.

Because he heard what the thin middle-aged man said, Qing'er is the main master, and he will only shoot iron thorns, otherwise, all kinds of vicious hidden weapons would have already shot out in a volley, shooting her into a hornet's nest.

"Huh...... , Little beauty, can you still ask for help?!" The short and thin old man made his palm like electricity, and his palm was light, enveloping Song Wenqing, and he laughed and teased on his mouth.

"Don't deceive people too much!" Song Wenqing's Chaoyin Sword made Fang Zheng peaceful, without the slightest urgency, and kept it airtight, and for a while, the other party was helpless to take her.

"Huh...... , too much deception?!" He laughed, his palm was even lighter, and he shook his head and smiled: "I only complain that you are a member of the Wind and Thunder Gang!"

"Gang grievances, anger towards a weak woman, no wonder the Changsha Gang is so unsuccessful!" Song Wenqing snorted coldly, with a thin anger in the corners of his eyes, the sword light skyrocketed, as fierce as the angry waves crashing on the shore, and his feet kept moving in the direction of Qing'er, worried in his heart.

"Hmm!" Qing'er suddenly let out a muffled snort, and her body was suffocated, and she had already been hit by a hidden weapon.

Song Wenqing's skills are running, his eyes are keen, although the night is dark, he can still see the twitching on Qing'er's face, and then a smug smile, the jade in his left ear has cracked.

"Qing'er!" she screamed, and the sword light rose again, ignoring it, and rushed towards Qing'er.

A silver light soared into the sky, like fireworks blooming in the air, turning into a group of stars, at first glance it seems to be a silver man, and finally, these stars are slowly condensed into two big characters, condensed but not dispersed, suspended in the air, it is the word "water cloud".

Everyone in the audience stopped and looked up in unison, surprised by the dreamlike scene.

"You little girl is so good!" The short and thin old man turned his head to look at Qing'er, shook his head and sighed: "If you want to receive a secret weapon, you have to send a signal, and the old man admires it very much!"

"Hmph!" Qing'er snorted proudly, but her fair little face was already wrinkled, and she was hit by a hidden weapon, not one or two.

"Qing'er, does it matter?!" Song Wenqing took the opportunity to rush to Qing'er, his eyes were eager, and his voice trembled.

"Aunt Qing, it hurts!" Qing'er raised her wrist and bit her lower lip tightly, her brows furrowed.

Song Wenqing saw that Qing'er's snow-white wrist had two iron thorns in her wrist and two on her arm, and she suddenly felt a great pain, her heart beat faster, and she turned her head and glared angrily at the tall thin man who was using the secret weapon.

"Let's go up together, lest you have too many dreams at night!" The short and thin old man waved his hand and shouted loudly, he saw the word "water cloud" condensed in the sky, and his heart was awe-struck, and he had a sense of retreat.

"What's wrong?" The clear voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears, and a figure suddenly appeared next to Qing'er, wearing a green shirt and a graceful bearing, it was Xiao Yuesheng.

"Mr. Xiao!" Qing'er exclaimed in surprise, and her face suddenly lit up.

Song Wenqing glanced back at him, although he was surprised at the speed with which he came, he didn't have the heart to ask more, and snorted lightly: "Qing'er has been hit by a hidden weapon." ”

Xiao Yuesheng frowned slightly, her warm gaze suddenly changed, swept everyone slightly, and fell on Qing'er.

"I'll do it. He said to Song Wenqing, and gently pressed his palm on Qing'er's arm.

Song Wenqing glanced at him, didn't speak, put down his hand, took a step back, dodged his figure, and let him approach.

He gently patted Qing'er's arm with the palm of his hand, and several iron thorns suddenly broke out, followed by a few blood arrows, which made Song Wenqing startled, and he was about to speak, but he saw that the wound had stopped bleeding.

She suddenly realized that the blood arrow just now was the dirty blood caused by the iron thorn when it was pierced.

Xiao Yuesheng took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, dug with his fingers lightly, dug out some mud and paste, and gently wiped it on the wound on Qing'er's arm.

Qing'er's pale green shirt has been damaged, and a few holes look quite funny.

"Qing'er, does it still hurt?" Xiao Yuesheng put away the porcelain vase, looked up and asked with a smile.

"This is really good medicine!" Qing'er shook her arm, her face full of excitement: "It doesn't hurt at all!"

"That's fine. Xiao Yuesheng smiled, slowly turned around, looked at the short and thin old man, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you from the Changsha Gang?!"

"Exactly!" the short and thin old man nodded and asked in a deep voice, "Who is Your Excellency!"

He didn't do it directly, but he was afraid of Xiao Yuesheng's sudden appearance of light skills, but he had a crossbowman here, and he was extremely bold and fearless in his heart.

"He Lao, this is that person!" the thin middle-aged man approached the old man and said softly.

"Oh——?" He Lao raised his broom eyebrows, glanced Xiao Yuesheng up and down, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be you,...... I'm waiting for you!"

As he spoke, his body retreated, and he was in the air, shouting: "Archer, shoot!"

The more than a dozen people next to the boulder raised their crossbows and aimed at Xiao Yuesheng and the others, and they were about to wrench their fingers, but they felt that the green shadow flashed in front of them, and then it turned black, and they suddenly didn't know anything.

Xiao Yuesheng's figure flickered, and when he reappeared, the crossbowmen on the opposite side fell down one after another, silently, and the crossbow fell to the side, and no arrow was fired.

"What a vicious method!" Xiao Yuesheng's face seemed to be sinking into water, and he snorted coldly: "I can't leave you behind!"

After saying that, his figure flashed again, disappeared in place, appeared beside the old man, waved his palms out, and hit the middle palace directly.

"Good coming!" the old man had already landed, and when he saw him floating, he shouted loudly, his body was short, his legs were slightly bent, and his thick palms were pushed out violently.

It was like a gust of wind blowing, blowing Xiao Yuesheng's clothes and hunting.

Song Wenqing was secretly awe-inspiring, he didn't expect this old man to have such a deep internal force, just now he was a cat and a mouse, just teasing himself, it was really too insulting! Thinking of this, he was angry and murderous.

"It's a pity!" Xiao Yuesheng let out a light sigh and shook his head at the old man, his face showed a touch of compassion, and his four palms slowly collided.

"Bang!" everyone felt a bang in their ears, as if the earth was shaking.

Xiao Yuesheng's expression was calm, his clothes fluttered, and he looked at the opposite side lightly, the short and thin old man had a solemn expression, and his face was as pale as paper.

He had taken two steps back, his legs a foot deep, his ankles completely sunk into the dirt, and he stood motionless in the dirt.

"Come again!" Xiao Yuesheng snorted lightly, took a step forward, leaned out his right palm, and slowly pushed it away.

"Hey!" The short and thin old man's eyes rolled, sharp as electricity, he opened his mouth and sighed, his face flashed red, and his palms slowly pushed out, and he greeted him.

"Bang!" everyone felt a shock, like a mad cow running at high speed and bumping into each other, and the strong wind hunted and blew their hair.

"Poof!" the short and thin old man spat out a mouthful of blood, his face became more and more pale, without a trace of blood, he did not retreat, but his feet sank deeper, and his whole knee was already buried in the earth.

"Come again!" Xiao Yuesheng said lightly, leaning out his right palm again.

"Stop!" the thin middle-aged man shouted in a deep voice, drew his sword out of its sheath, and stabbed Xiao Yuesheng in the back.

"I can't spare you this time!" Xiao Yuesheng snorted coldly, and launched a circle of his right palm, slapped it backwards, and slapped the stabbed long sword with one palm.

The sound of "dang", like the symphony of gold and iron, the thin middle-aged man only felt a force from the sword body, from the arm into the body, suddenly the body stiffened, the whole body was numb, and then the heart ached, the darkness in front of him, and finally lost consciousness, and the long sword fell to the ground.

The long sword fell to the ground, and immediately turned into several pieces, scattered, as if made of glass, Qing'er was very curious.

As the long sword landed, his body slowly collapsed to the ground, like mud, and after falling, he remained motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Did Mr. Xiao kill him?" Qing'er asked Song Wenqing curiously.

"Hmm. Song Wenqing nodded, although they got along for a short time, it was quite wonderful, she seemed to have known him for a long time, and she could guess his thoughts.

"Just dead?!" Qing'er spit out her little fragrant tongue, didn't dare to look at it again, and turned her head to look at Xiao Yuesheng.

Xiao Yuesheng slowly rolled out his right palm and said lightly: "Your Changsha Gang cares about the next piece of mind in vain, and asks for a quick death, but you can't complain about others!"

The old man couldn't speak, so he could only close his mouth tightly, lest the blood spurt out, and he raised his palms again, and slowly pushed them out, and the green tendons on the back of his palms jumped, like several earthworms crawling around in it.

This is a blow of his life's work, and at such a point that he knows that he has no physiology, it is better to fight to the death.

Xiao Yuesheng pushed lightly, without the slightest anger, collided with the other party's two palms, and once again made a bang.

The old man's figure flew up, fell to a foot away, fell to the ground, and fell to the sky, like a rag doll, silent.

"Mr. Xiao, is he dead too?" asked Qing'er in a coquettish voice.

Xiao Yuesheng turned around and smiled slightly: "Well, I have already been reincarnated, in the next life, don't mess with Qing'er again!"

"This old man is the most hateful!" Qing'er didn't have any pity at all, because he had no virtue in his mouth, insulted Song Wenqing, and Qing'er hated him to death.

Xiao Yuesheng's figure flickered, like a breeze drifting by, sweeping past the rest of the Changsha Gang, and then fell to Qing'er and Song Wenqing's side, and disappeared in place with the willow waists of the two.

The two of them only felt a peaceful breath approaching, and then the things in front of them changed, and in the blink of an eye, they had returned to the carriage.

"Mr. Xiao, what a great light skill!" Qing'er touched the low couch, was amazed, turned around and smiled: "Why will you appear when your ears are broken?"

This question is also in Song Wenqing's heart, when the jade is shattered, he can appear instantly, and it is unbelievable to think about it.

"You've been following us?!" Song Wen snorted lightly, without a good face at all, but there was a faint joy floating in his heart.

"Huh...... , sort of. Xiao Yuesheng smiled and nodded, too lazy to explain too much, even if they did, they wouldn't believe it.

"Hehe, I knew that Mr. Xiao wouldn't let it go!" Qing'er clapped her little hands and smiled happily.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled gently, sat on the couch, and said softly: "It's not quite smooth along the way, so I'll send you back personally." ”

Song Wenqing glanced at him, his eyes flashed, and he didn't speak.

Tonight's events, she still thinks about it, cold sweat, it's too dangerous, if he doesn't rush over, it will be impossible to escape, under the crossbow, there is no escape, they don't have his amazing light skills!

His own safety is a small matter, if Qing'er has any accidents, how can she have a face but see her sister under Jiuquan?!

Qing'er's injury, she almost lost her soul, if it weren't for the strange scene in the sky, she would have fallen to the ground with a palm.

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Wuling

The main altar of the Wind and Thunder Gang in Megatron Lake is located in this city.

The Wind Thunder Gang was originally just an ordinary small gang, and the reason why it can have the power it has today is because its gang leader Bai Xiaotian is very talented, and his means and mind are far beyond ordinary people.

Today's Wind and Thunder Gang is invincible all the way in Huguang, and the flag is waved, and everything is obeyed, which is really majestic.

When the second daughter stepped into the territory of Huguang, someone from the Wind and Thunder Gang came to answer her, and Xiao Yuesheng also relieved herself and drove the carriage to leave.

The main altar of the Wind and Thunder Gang, in the back garden.

The afterglow of the sunset was soft and magnificent, Song Wenqing was wearing a white shirt, sitting in a small pavilion, holding a book in his hand, but his bright eyes were staring at the colorful glow in the sky, his eyes were empty, and he was stunned.

The sunset sprinkled on her, as if she was wearing a xia robe, and her beautiful face became a little more charming.

Qing'er wore an apricot yellow Luo shirt, walked through the flowers, and came to the pavilion with her little boots, and shouted in a coquettish voice: "Aunt Qing, have you heard?"

"Hmm——?" Song Wenqing's body trembled, came back to his senses, and hurriedly turned around to look.

Qing'er sat down beside her, picked up her teacup, drank it all, and said coquettishly: "The Changsha Gang is over!"

"What's going on?" Song Wenqing's eyes flashed, and his body probed slightly.

"The leader of the Changsha Gang and a dozen leaders were all killed, and the rest of the gang were divided and occupied the mountain, and the Changsha Gang has disappeared!" Qing'er smiled excitedly. "Giggle...... It's so relieving!"

"All killed?" Song Wenqing's slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his posture was moving.

"Not really!" Qing'er nodded excitedly, "and, silently...... The first night, they were fine, but the next day, none of these people woke up, and I heard that they were shocked while sleeping, so the rest of the people didn't dare to stay any longer, and each pulled a group of people to disband the Changsha Gang. ”

"Whose hand will it be?" Song Wenqing still frowned.

"Hee-hee, of course it's Mr. Xiao——!" Qing'er replied without hesitation.

"He ——?" Song Wenqing nodded slightly, his gentle smile flashed in her mind just now, but she subconsciously shook her head and said, "Won't it......?"

"Who said it wouldn't?!" Qing'er said hurriedly, putting down the teacup: "It's just that Mr. Xiao is so powerful, if you change others, which one can kill them silently?!...... Hmph, the Changsha Gang is not a vegetarian!"

"Why did he kill someone?" Song Wenqing glanced at her.

"Of course it's because they want to kill us!" Qing'er replied in a coquettish voice, snorting: "They came to kill us several times, if it weren't for Mr. Xiao, they would have been succeeded by them a long time ago!"

"Hmm......" Song Wenqing nodded indifferently and turned his head to look at the western sky.

"Aunt Qing, Xiao Yuesheng is helping us get angry!" Qing'er reached out and grabbed Song Wenqing's arm and shook it.

"Well, even if it's true. Song Wenqing nodded indifferently, still looking at the colorful glow in the sky.

Qing'er pouted and said coquettishly, "Then let's write a letter to him and say thank you, okay?"

Song Wenqing shook his head with a cold expression: "No need." ”

"That's so rude!" Qing'er didn't give up, staring at her face.

"Let's just guess, not to be relied upon, don't be seen as self-inflicted. Song Wenqing glanced at her and said lightly.

"Qing-aunt——!" Qing'er shook her arm vigorously and sprinkled coquettishly.

"Haha...... , Qing'er, I'm pestering your aunt again!" A hearty laugh sounded, and a middle-aged man walked from the flower path.

This person is tall and burly, wearing a brocade robe, his face is like a silver moon, his long hair is fluttering, his body is straight, he walks slowly, and his momentum is compelling.

"Daddy!" Qing'er let go of her hand and laughed coquettishly.

"What's pestering your aunt again?!" Bai Xiaotian laughed, looking at Qing'er dotingly.

"No!" Qing'er Xingxing's eyes rolled and she shook her head hurriedly.

"Brother-in-law. Song Wenqing stood up and gave a light salute.

"Wen Qing, have you had dinner?" Bai Xiaotian asked in a whisper and entered the small pavilion.

Song Wenqing shook his head, his expression was still indifferent, and he turned his head and instructed Qing'er: "Go and make tea for your father!"

"Obey!" Qing'er clenched her fists and ran away with a smile.

Watching her disappear into the flowers, Bai Xiaotian smiled, his face full of softness and kindness.

He turned his head, looked at Song Wenqing, who looked indifferent, and said in a kind voice: "Wenqing, is there something on your mind?"

Song Wenqing glanced at him and shook his head.

Bai Xiaotian waved his hand: "Don't hide it from me, since you came back, you have changed, something must have happened." ”

Song Wen said lightly: "It's nothing, it may be that I have seen a lot, and I feel emotional, and it will be fine after a while." ”

"That's fine. Bai Xiaotian nodded, and no longer asked, his sister-in-law's surname is sparse, although she is close to Qing'er, she always keeps a distance from herself, which is just the opposite of her sister's lively surname, which is really an outlier.

(To be continued)