Just like the girl in red, Song Qingshu also pushed her out with her palm. As soon as she contacted the beggars, she felt a powerful force coming.
Song Qingshu nodded secretly. Although there were not many masters in the Beggars' Sect, they could stand tall for so many years and become one of the best gangs. Sure enough, there were some tricks. This hard wall formation and the combined attack method of Tantric Buddhism are similar.
Although he has never fought with the Wu Chou of the Tibetan Border, he has dealt with the Tantric masters of Ruyang Palace, so he has the most say. Tantric Buddhism uses secret methods to superimpose all the skills on one person. Although the Beggar's Gang's solid wall formation cannot be so cleverly superimposed, it uses weight and charge to make up for the shortcomings, so the effect is not much worse.
Of course, with Song Qingshu's current cultivation level, more than a dozen Beggars' Gang's good players could not defeat him. Just by vomiting strength, these people were either broken or seriously injured. However, considering that the incident was entirely caused by the girl in red, he was unwilling to hurt others. Therefore, he used a sticky word technique and followed their charge momentum to pull back. The group of people instantly became unstable and rushed behind him. At this time, another team of people charged and couldn't hold back, and they collided with each other, and they immediately fell over.
In the blink of an eye, a large area fell down, and the wall formation naturally could not be arranged. The eight bags of elders were knowledgeable and hurriedly stopped the remaining subordinates from rushing over: It turned out that they met a master today, can you leave thousands of sons behind?
Song Qingshu chuckled: Why, do you want to find more experts to find places?
He knew the grudge between Song Qingshu and the Jiangnan Beggars' Sect in the past. Song Qingshu was completely dragged into the water and was ruined. At the lion slaughter conference, the law enforcement elders and palm bowl dragon head of the Jiangnan Beggars' Sect all died under Song Qingshu's Nine Yin White Bone Claws, which can be regarded as a deep feud.
Once the other party knows his identity, he may be in a situation that he will never stop until he dies. He doesn't want to see such a headache.
The Baba Elder's face turned red: I dare not.
Song Qingshu waved his hand: You go, I have some connection with your Beggars' Sect and will not make things difficult for you.
What he saw in his mind at this time was Huang Rongjiao's face, thinking that if she knew that she had made things difficult for a strange woman, she would not know if she would be angry.
The eight bags of elders saw that although he had high martial arts skills, they were polite and polite, so they naturally knew how to stop when they were good. After bowing to him, they called on the disciples to support each other and retreat.
After the Beggars' Gang retreated, Song Qingshu untied the acupoint of the girl in red. Before he could say anything, the other party took the lead in attacking: Who told you to meddle in other people's business!
Song Qingshu was stunned and saw her staring at her angrily, as if something good was ruined by her.
With a cold snorting, the girl turned around and left.
stop!Song Qingshu said lightly.
Why, do you still want me to be grateful?The girl in red said coldly.
Song Qingshu shook his head secretly. This woman must have been spoiled since she was a child, making her moody: That's not necessary, but today's incident has been caused by you. Now that so many things have been damaged in this inn, you have to compensate the store for the losses.
Hearing his words, the girl's face turned blue and red. She took out an inch of gold from her arms and threw it on the ground: These are more than enough to compensate them.
He snorted coldly and jumped out of the window and quickly disappeared on the street corner.
Thank you, Mr.The restaurant owner ran out and was grateful to Song Qingshu. Waiter, please give the young master a new jar of good wine.
No need.Song Qingshu smiled slightly. He didn't have the mood to drink now. He left a ingot of silver and floated away.
The biggest feeling he felt was that the people in the world would fight and kill in inns and restaurants at any time, and they didn’t know how many pots, pans, tables, chairs were damaged. The store owners worked hard to do business, so why did they have to endure such unintentional disasters?
Because he was an ordinary person in his previous life, he often thought from the perspective of ordinary people and could not treat these as NPCs who were not concerned about them like those privileged people.
I am really hypocritical~ Walking on the street, Song Qingshu secretly sighed that he has done a lot of things over the years, such as knocking on widows’ doors, bullying men and women at night, and no matter how you look at it, you are not a good person. This is a typical example of being a bitch and having to set up a archway.
If you don’t care about him, I can just feel at ease.Before he knew it, Song Qingshu had already walked to the Censor's Office.
I racked my brains before and didn't think about how to convince Shi Miyuan to help mobilize the censors to impeach Wan Qiheng. After thinking about it, I realized that it was mainly because I lacked enough information. I didn't even know what kind of person Shi Miyuan was, and it was a bit difficult to drug the drug.
Not long after handing over the prayer, the concierge jogged back: Mr. Song, my master invites you in.
It seems that I have good luck, not as long as I had to wait for Li Shouzhong before.Song Qingshu smiled slightly, but what made him pay attention was that the doorman looked a little strange when he talked about his master.
He originally wanted to find out his words, but soon another servant came out to lead the way, but he couldn't find the opportunity to ask.
Well, even if it’s a dragon’s pond, what if it’s a tiger’s den.Song Qingshu shrugged and threw his doubts behind his head.
He took Song Qingshu to the study room, and the servant told him that the master was waiting inside and then surrendered.
When he opened the door, Song Qingshu was stunned. He had a relationship with Shi Miyuan in the court before, so he naturally remembered his appearance. The person standing in the study was not him, not even a man, but he was the girl in red who had been in the restaurant before.
It's you?
It's you!
The two of them said in unison.
Are you Song Qingshu?
The girl in red seemed to have no idea of the unhappiness that happened in the inn before. She jogged over and looked around him, nodding while looking at him. No wonder her martial arts are so high...
Girl, who are you?Song Qingshu already had a guess in his mind.
Shi Miyuan is my father.The girl in red answer made Song Qingshu feel black. She could not call her father's name like this. However, considering her careless temperament, she felt relieved.
It turns out that you are Miss Xiangyun.
Shi Miyuan had only one daughter, so she was cared for like a pearl in her hand. This is well known to everyone in Lin'an City. Therefore, although she did not introduce her name, Song Qingshu already knew it clearly.
However, although Shi Xiangyun is the cute and stupid described in "Dream of Red Mansions", she is much more willful than she is. I think this difference is caused by the changes in family background.
I heard that you climbed the sky and asked for rain last night. Can you tell me how you did it?Shi Xiangyun blinked her big eyes and looked at Song Qingshu curiously.
That was just a coincidence, I have always been lucky.
Although the principle of rainfall is not a secret in previous lives, it is quite useful to use it to render mysterious colors in this era. Song Qingshu is not so stupid that he makes a little talk to strangers.
I guess so. Shi Xiangyun felt like a huge rock in his heart fell to the ground, and he felt relieved, and even a little sweet smile appeared on his face.
Song Qingshu laughed silently. This little girl must be worried about her lover, for fear that someone would be better than her lover.
Song Qingshu nodded secretly. Although there were not many masters in the Beggars' Sect, they could stand tall for so many years and become one of the best gangs. Sure enough, there were some tricks. This hard wall formation and the combined attack method of Tantric Buddhism are similar.
Although he has never fought with the Wu Chou of the Tibetan Border, he has dealt with the Tantric masters of Ruyang Palace, so he has the most say. Tantric Buddhism uses secret methods to superimpose all the skills on one person. Although the Beggar's Gang's solid wall formation cannot be so cleverly superimposed, it uses weight and charge to make up for the shortcomings, so the effect is not much worse.
Of course, with Song Qingshu's current cultivation level, more than a dozen Beggars' Gang's good players could not defeat him. Just by vomiting strength, these people were either broken or seriously injured. However, considering that the incident was entirely caused by the girl in red, he was unwilling to hurt others. Therefore, he used a sticky word technique and followed their charge momentum to pull back. The group of people instantly became unstable and rushed behind him. At this time, another team of people charged and couldn't hold back, and they collided with each other, and they immediately fell over.
In the blink of an eye, a large area fell down, and the wall formation naturally could not be arranged. The eight bags of elders were knowledgeable and hurriedly stopped the remaining subordinates from rushing over: It turned out that they met a master today, can you leave thousands of sons behind?
Song Qingshu chuckled: Why, do you want to find more experts to find places?
He knew the grudge between Song Qingshu and the Jiangnan Beggars' Sect in the past. Song Qingshu was completely dragged into the water and was ruined. At the lion slaughter conference, the law enforcement elders and palm bowl dragon head of the Jiangnan Beggars' Sect all died under Song Qingshu's Nine Yin White Bone Claws, which can be regarded as a deep feud.
Once the other party knows his identity, he may be in a situation that he will never stop until he dies. He doesn't want to see such a headache.
The Baba Elder's face turned red: I dare not.
Song Qingshu waved his hand: You go, I have some connection with your Beggars' Sect and will not make things difficult for you.
What he saw in his mind at this time was Huang Rongjiao's face, thinking that if she knew that she had made things difficult for a strange woman, she would not know if she would be angry.
The eight bags of elders saw that although he had high martial arts skills, they were polite and polite, so they naturally knew how to stop when they were good. After bowing to him, they called on the disciples to support each other and retreat.
After the Beggars' Gang retreated, Song Qingshu untied the acupoint of the girl in red. Before he could say anything, the other party took the lead in attacking: Who told you to meddle in other people's business!
Song Qingshu was stunned and saw her staring at her angrily, as if something good was ruined by her.
With a cold snorting, the girl turned around and left.
stop!Song Qingshu said lightly.
Why, do you still want me to be grateful?The girl in red said coldly.
Song Qingshu shook his head secretly. This woman must have been spoiled since she was a child, making her moody: That's not necessary, but today's incident has been caused by you. Now that so many things have been damaged in this inn, you have to compensate the store for the losses.
Hearing his words, the girl's face turned blue and red. She took out an inch of gold from her arms and threw it on the ground: These are more than enough to compensate them.
He snorted coldly and jumped out of the window and quickly disappeared on the street corner.
Thank you, Mr.The restaurant owner ran out and was grateful to Song Qingshu. Waiter, please give the young master a new jar of good wine.
No need.Song Qingshu smiled slightly. He didn't have the mood to drink now. He left a ingot of silver and floated away.
The biggest feeling he felt was that the people in the world would fight and kill in inns and restaurants at any time, and they didn’t know how many pots, pans, tables, chairs were damaged. The store owners worked hard to do business, so why did they have to endure such unintentional disasters?
Because he was an ordinary person in his previous life, he often thought from the perspective of ordinary people and could not treat these as NPCs who were not concerned about them like those privileged people.
I am really hypocritical~ Walking on the street, Song Qingshu secretly sighed that he has done a lot of things over the years, such as knocking on widows’ doors, bullying men and women at night, and no matter how you look at it, you are not a good person. This is a typical example of being a bitch and having to set up a archway.
If you don’t care about him, I can just feel at ease.Before he knew it, Song Qingshu had already walked to the Censor's Office.
I racked my brains before and didn't think about how to convince Shi Miyuan to help mobilize the censors to impeach Wan Qiheng. After thinking about it, I realized that it was mainly because I lacked enough information. I didn't even know what kind of person Shi Miyuan was, and it was a bit difficult to drug the drug.
Not long after handing over the prayer, the concierge jogged back: Mr. Song, my master invites you in.
It seems that I have good luck, not as long as I had to wait for Li Shouzhong before.Song Qingshu smiled slightly, but what made him pay attention was that the doorman looked a little strange when he talked about his master.
He originally wanted to find out his words, but soon another servant came out to lead the way, but he couldn't find the opportunity to ask.
Well, even if it’s a dragon’s pond, what if it’s a tiger’s den.Song Qingshu shrugged and threw his doubts behind his head.
He took Song Qingshu to the study room, and the servant told him that the master was waiting inside and then surrendered.
When he opened the door, Song Qingshu was stunned. He had a relationship with Shi Miyuan in the court before, so he naturally remembered his appearance. The person standing in the study was not him, not even a man, but he was the girl in red who had been in the restaurant before.
It's you?
It's you!
The two of them said in unison.
Are you Song Qingshu?
The girl in red seemed to have no idea of the unhappiness that happened in the inn before. She jogged over and looked around him, nodding while looking at him. No wonder her martial arts are so high...
Girl, who are you?Song Qingshu already had a guess in his mind.
Shi Miyuan is my father.The girl in red answer made Song Qingshu feel black. She could not call her father's name like this. However, considering her careless temperament, she felt relieved.
It turns out that you are Miss Xiangyun.
Shi Miyuan had only one daughter, so she was cared for like a pearl in her hand. This is well known to everyone in Lin'an City. Therefore, although she did not introduce her name, Song Qingshu already knew it clearly.
However, although Shi Xiangyun is the cute and stupid described in "Dream of Red Mansions", she is much more willful than she is. I think this difference is caused by the changes in family background.
I heard that you climbed the sky and asked for rain last night. Can you tell me how you did it?Shi Xiangyun blinked her big eyes and looked at Song Qingshu curiously.
That was just a coincidence, I have always been lucky.
Although the principle of rainfall is not a secret in previous lives, it is quite useful to use it to render mysterious colors in this era. Song Qingshu is not so stupid that he makes a little talk to strangers.
I guess so. Shi Xiangyun felt like a huge rock in his heart fell to the ground, and he felt relieved, and even a little sweet smile appeared on his face.
Song Qingshu laughed silently. This little girl must be worried about her lover, for fear that someone would be better than her lover.
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