Chapter 51 Two Little Thieves

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The second-generation disciples of Xue Daomen, headed by Baoxiang, are not weak in martial arts. In the original book, Dian Dian thought that he would suffer from a head-to-head encounter with them, and he deliberately adopted the tactics of sneak attack to win.

Song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless at all. Under the shock of his inner strength, the wooden sword flew out from his back, accompanied by a trace of dragon chant.

Baoxiang and the others were taken aback by surprise. Song Qingshu stepped on the seven stars while they were absent, leaving only an afterimage. Painful, the blood knives in his hands fell to the ground one after another, and he looked up in awe, Song Qingshu had returned to the original place, and the wooden sword had been sheathed again.

It turned out that Song Qingshu, as a modern person, was not used to hurting people's lives for a while. He just hit the acupoints on the wrists of a few people with the sword body, so that they could not recover their fighting power in a short time.

"Grandma is a bear!" The blood knife ancestor was stunned, "This little bunny has higher martial arts than the ancestor's grandfather, this is not easy to handle."

Wei Xiaobao, who was beside him, was even more dumbfounded, and his whole body trembled: "This is a master. If he had his backing, what kind of old witch, what kind of old witch, what kind of Shenlonghong leader, what kind of teacher Chengguan's nephew... What a piece of shit."

Song Qingshu was very satisfied with Wei Xiaobao's reaction, because he had planned to borrow Wei Xiaobao's potential, and naturally he needed to be shocked by his own strength.

The ancestor of the blood knife was caught in a dilemma. He was determined to win this trip, but the other party's martial arts was obviously higher than himself. He looked down and saw the expectant eyes of the disciples, and he was shocked: "If you retreat without fighting this time, your grandfather's prestige will be sure. Huge loss, these white-eyed wolves may have some idea."

After making up his mind, the blood knife ancestor stabbed with his toe, and a few tiles quickly hit Wei Xiaobao, who was watching the play, listening to the sound of the wind breaking.

Song Qingshu was startled, Wei Xiaobao was of great use to him now, he couldn't let him do any damage, he quickly got lucky from the dantian to the shoulder and back points, the qi went through the yinqiao meridian and the yinwei meridian. The "Shuanglong Water" in his palm sucked the flying tile from the air.

"This kid's internal strength is really terrifying." The blood knife ancestor thought in a flash, and when Song Qingshu was saving Wei Xiaobao, he took a leap and waved the blood knife in his hand and slashed towards Shui Sheng, who was unable to move.

Everyone in the field thought that he would take the opportunity to assassinate Wei Xiaobao, but who knew that he would instead slash at a delicate little girl with such a fierce knife!

Song Qingshu was also shocked, and quickly jumped up with luck, and a flying dragon hit the back of the blood knife ancestor in the sky.

The ancestor of the blood knife showed a smile of successful trickery. It turned out that his attack on Shui Sheng looked fierce, but in fact he left nine points of strength. He was sure that a young man like Song Qingshu would definitely not bear the heart of a beautiful girl being split into two pieces. , will definitely come to rescue in a hurry, but the flaws created by the hasty luck have allowed the ancestors of the blood knife to take advantage.

When he flipped his wrist, the blood knife in his hand was lifted from the bottom to the top, and Song Qingshu was so frightened that his heart was torn apart. Behind him, I thought that he had to turn left and right to avoid him, but he had already reserved his strength and waited for him to be delivered to the door. This backhand knife instantly reached his lower abdomen.

He hurriedly used Ti Yunzong to move his body a few feet out of thin air, and escaped the slashing sword, until his feet landed on the ground, and his legs were still cold, and he was very fortunate." I was almost forced to practice the sword technique of warding off evil spirits."

The ancestor of the blood knife secretly cried out that it was a pity that such a great opportunity did not hurt him. Looking at the officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty who came from a distance, he knew that what happened today was impossible, and he turned around and smiled: "Your Excellency is good at martial arts, I will do it again next time when I have a chance. It's a showdown." After saying that, he used his light energy and flew into the distance.

The monks of the blood knife fled with them, and while they ran away, they admired their hearts. Their master was able to fight with this person, and even had the upper hand...

Song Qingshu was secretly annoyed that his actual combat experience was still too poor, and this blood knife ancestor really lived up to his reputation. Seeing the ancestor of the blood knife getting further and further away, he is not willing to catch up. If the ancestor of the blood knife is in a hurry and fight to the death, he is still a little bit afraid.

"Xiaobao thanked this hero of the mountains and rivers for saving his life." Wei Xiaobao casually dealt with the officials of the Song State who came to ask questions, and hurriedly ran to Song Qingshu.

"Why do you call me that?" Song Qingshu's expression was extremely strange.

"The height of a hero's martial arts is as high as a mountain. With three punches and two feet, the blood swordsmen will fall into tears. This is not a hero of mountains and rivers." Wei Xiaobao posted a flattering message.

Song Qingshu was dumbfounded by him. Although he knew he was full of lies, he hated flatterers the most, but when the other person was flattering himself, it seemed to be not bad~

"I'm not a hero of mountains and rivers, my surname is Song, and my name is Qingshu." He was a little overwhelmed by his praise, Song Qingshu quickly calmed his mind, and asked knowingly, "I don't know what your name is?"

"Oh, it turns out that the hero asked my honorable name." Wei Xiaobao has not grown in culture for so many years. Hearing Shui Sheng secretly sighed, "My surname is Wei, and my name is Xiaobao."

"It turned out to be the first warrior of the Qing Dynasty, Mr. Wei, who captured Ao Bai. When I saw him today, he was indeed a young hero." Song Qingshu made an expression of surprise and admiration.

Song Qingshu's flattery is really not popular. Wei Xiaobao has not heard it a thousand times for so many years, and he has heard it eight hundred times.

Wei Xiaobao wouldn't have taken it to heart after other people had said it, but it was said by the super expert in front of him.

The result was a big difference. Wei Xiaobao's heart was overjoyed when he heard it, and the more he read Song Qingshu, the more pleasing to the eye.

Rejecting the escort of the officers and soldiers of Song State, Wei Xiaobao kindly invited Song Qingshu to drink in the Yuhua Pavilion in front.

As soon as he was seated, he heard a female voice full of disgust: "A raccoon dog on a hill!" It turned out that Shui Sheng was also brought over by Wei Xiaobao's men. In order to look good, he untied the restraints on her body, and of course tapped her acupuncture point. Now, apart from being able to sit at the wine table by herself, she can't lift the slightest bit of strength.

"Who is this girl?" Song Qingshu asked, pretending not to know.

Wei Xiaobao laughed and said, "Just now, this woman was trying to assassinate this official, and after contacting the actions of the people from the Blood Sword Sect, this official suspects that she is a spy sent by Mongolia to disturb our sight."

"Shameless!" Shui Sheng was so angry that he was speechless.

"Is that so?" Song Qingshu half-smiled, "Mongolia sent such a beautiful girl over here, it's a bit rude."

Everyone at the table burst into laughter, and the laughter was full of obscenity.

"Slutty thief!" Shui Sheng gave Song Qingshu a stern look, at first he was grateful that Song Qingshu had saved his life just now, but seeing him calling Wei Xiaobao a brother at the banquet, all his goodwill vanished.

This time, Song Qingshu gave up and sat next to Shui Sheng with a glass of wine, and smiled strangely: "Beauty, you keep calling me a prostitute, when have I ever prostituted you? I'm kinky?"

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