Jealousy is like a sword of hatred,

The task of slaying demons is shouldered.

Sweep all evils across the world,

Across a thousand mountains to slash demons.

Leaving the Butterfly Valley, Song Qingshu finally felt the meaning of being at ease, wandering around every day, watching the beautiful scenery of heaven and earth, and slashing demons and evil in all directions! Faintly, he seemed to have a feeling of an ancient sword immortal.

I can still enjoy the service of the little girl Zhiruo every night, it is really this point in life, what more can I ask for. Don't get me wrong, although Song Qingshu is not a good person, although he misses his wife and doesn't care about venting his fire in this world and solving the dual needs of psychology and physiology, he still can't do it in the face of Zhou Zhiruo, who is only ten years old.

Zhou Zhiruo's so-called service is nothing more than laying a ** quilt for him, serving tea and water. Song Qingshu agreed to Yin Susu's request to accept Zhiruo as an apprentice, but proposed that he must take Zhou Zhiruo to walk the rivers and lakes! The reason is that he must see Zhou Zhiruo every day, otherwise he can't!

When he said this, Song Qingshu burst into tears, looking at Yin Susu's strange gaze, he knew that the image of his painstaking management collapsed in an instant. Yin Susu's heart must be flashing with many words such as playing with young girls and lolicon at this time.

But he had no choice, he had to take Zhou Zhiruo, this was Qianchen's request, he once again took out the same fate as a threat, and Song Qingshu had to agree to him.

Forget it, whatever she thinks, go her own way, and let others say go. Anyway, I don't need to care about this! Song Qingshu can only comfort himself like this.

However, Yin Susu saw Song Qingshu's performance and dispelled the idea of matching Zhou Zhiruo and Zhang Wuji in her heart, in her opinion, Song Qingshu obviously regarded Zhou Zhiruo as her own forbidden body.

There was no need for her to offend Song Qingshu for this, besides, his idea of matching Zhou Zhiruo and Zhang Wuji was just a whim. In her heart, she didn't think that Zhou Zhiruo, who was born as a boatman's daughter, could be worthy of her son Zhang Wuji!

In ancient times, the door was right, and the upper and lower were humble and inferior, but it was very serious, even in the martial arts. Although Zhou Zhiruo was her apprentice, she accepted her as an apprentice, and most of them were written by Song Qing. How could she offend Song Qingshu for such an apprentice?

In this way, after staying in the Butterfly Valley for half a year, Song Qingshu embarked on the journey of walking the rivers and lakes and fighting swords. Carry an ape, a horse, and a maid all the way!

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Ma Tou Chun to the deer head pass, far away from the trees and look at leisure. Under the snow, Jun dips in the wine market, and the clouds hide Li Bai reading mountain.

After Jianglou hated Huangmei, the people in the village sang among the purple taro. The lights of the Diyue Bridge are good, and the Han Ting has nothing to do.

There is no rain at night, and the grass is bright and bright. Mengding tea furrow thousand points of dew, Huanhua paper a stream of spring.

Yangxiong's house is only in the arbor, and Du Futai is deserted from the old neighbors. But there is an appointment with a total of begonia flowers, and they have stayed for several years and have not returned.

Zhu Yuanjiang is clear and blue, and small peach blossoms surround Xue Tao's tomb. Zhu Qiao points directly to Jinmen Road, and the powder is high and even the jade base cloud.

Under the window, the piano is warped, and the gulls are scattered in the waves. Zigui cries the tree every night, and does not hear about Wu Township and Chu Guo.

Song Qingshu's whereabouts are erratic, he has no fixed place, and wherever there are bandits and bandits, he will go. On this day, after picking out another bandit's lair, he suddenly realized that he had actually arrived in Shuzhong.

Shuzhong is Shuzhong, anyway, it's the same everywhere. Song Qingshu walked into a tavern with Bai Yun, Bai Mao, and Zhiruo, people are iron, rice is steel, and they are hungry if they don't eat a meal.

A dilapidated village, a dilapidated shop, and nothing to eat, a plate of wild vegetables, a few eggs, and a pot of turbid wine are considered the best food.

Song Qingshu didn't care, although he tasted all the delicacies of the mountains and seas in his later life, he really started from scratch and ate everything. As for Zhou Zhiruo, with that boatman's father, what good things have you eaten? white hair, white clouds, hungry, let's ignore them.

While eating, he suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves, and four Mongolian soldiers came on horseback with long swords in their hands, shouting, "Go, go!" Song Qingshu frowned, a little confused, so he simply followed the past to find out, anyway, with his martial arts, he was not afraid of these Yuan soldiers.

Placing Zhiruo, Baimao, and Baiyun aside, Song Qingshu followed the people to a three-way intersection, and saw a Mongolian officer riding on a horse, leading more than a dozen soldiers, and the Yuan soldiers each held a big knife in their hands. And when all the people passed by the chariot and horses, they knelt down and kowtowed one by one. Song Qingshu didn't want to stand out from the crowd, but he would never kneel down to the Yuan soldiers, so he squatted down, and it was not conspicuous to mix in the common people.

A Han interpreter asked, "What's your surname?" and the man replied, and a soldier next to him kicked him in the ass or slapped him in the face, and the people hurried by. When asked about a common man who replied that his surname was Zhang, the Yuan soldier immediately grabbed him and ordered him to stand aside.

When he asked Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu replied that his surname was Song, and Yuan Bing looked him up and down, but he didn't say much, and let him go over. As soon as Song Qingshu took a few steps forward, he heard a few screams from behind him, and hurriedly turned around. But I saw that more than a dozen people who were pulled aside by the Yuan soldiers were already in different places, and their bodies were lying on the ground.

It turned out that the government was tyrannical at that time, and there were many rebels among the people, and the Mongolian minister had the intention of killing all the Han people, but he couldn't kill them. Because the Han people have the most surnames Zhang, Wang, Liu, and Li, and the surname Zhao is the royal family of the Song Dynasty, once these five surnames are removed, the Han people will be greatly injured.

Later, because the number of these five surnames was demoted to officials, some of the Mongolian ministers advised the emperor to remove this tyrannical massacre order, but the five surnamed Li people died because of it, and countless people died.

Song Qingshu was dumbfounded, only feeling a stream of blood on his head, and his eyes were red. Although he kills people everywhere in order to collect luck, after all, he only targets those bandits and bandits, and even these bandits only kill those who have committed the most heinous crimes.

Although he had the idea of slaughtering the city and destroying the land in the future, he only wanted to go to other countries to do it in the future, against his own compatriots, against people of the same color as himself, how could he do such a thing?

He knew that the Yuan Court was brutal and unpopular, but he never imagined that this Yuan Court would be so cruel! It was completely because he wanted to exterminate the Han people! They were even more brutal than the Dongying people in later generations. The Dongying people have to find at least a valid reason to kill people, and these Mongolian Tatars have no reason to kill people!

Previously, he had always believed that although the Mongols were brutal, they belonged to a member of the Chinese nation in later generations, and the current war was an internal war in China after all, because he did not target the Yuan court. But only today did he realize that during this period, the Mongols were a naked alien race to the Han nation! The people hated them no less than the people of later generations hated the Dongying people!