Flower Stealing Master Chapter 2019: Mysterious girl

Song Qingshu hurried over and took over her place. Yun's palm lightly touched Huang Chang's back, and the true energy was continuously lost.

His internal strength is much higher than that of the yellow shirt woman. Huang Chang quickly opened his eyes and said weakly: "I am dead, you don't have to waste your energy, let alone you are seriously injured."

Song Qingshu is a little apologetic: "I am late, otherwise..."

Huang Chang waved his hand slightly to stop him from saying, "You don't have to blame yourself. As the saying goes, the way of heaven is permanence, not for Yao, not for perishing. If you and I change places, I will also be with you. The same choice."

Song Qingshu is silent, he has to look for help everywhere, so the time is a bit tight, but no matter how tight the time is, there won't be such a coincidental time. If you go up the mountain a little earlier, it won't be impossible.

It's just that, in that way, he is not a fisherman, maybe a snipe clam instead, he is also responsible for the safety of himself and his subordinates, so if he comes again, he will probably have the same choice.

Huang Chang has clearly seen through all this, but he understands that this understanding is not polite, because what he originally cultivated is the way of nature, and his style of behavior does not have so many restrictions. As long as he can achieve his goal, he can use anything. Means, so he also approved Song Qingshu from the bottom of his heart.

In the final analysis, it was this miscalculation. I didn't expect King Yi and Jia Sidao to unite to find so many great masters. Otherwise, the cultivation level of him and the brewing monk would be enough to suppress the audience.

Now that he had lost because he didn't expect all this, of course he could afford to lose.

"I had a foreboding that my life was approaching, so I don't have too much regret now," Huang Chang looked calmly and looked at the yellow shirt girl beside him, "It's just that my apprentice has a hard life. When she was very young, she was captured by the Jinren as a slave, thanks to my passing by and saving her."

The woman in the yellow shirt was a little choked: "Master’s great kindness and great virtue, Yingluo will always remember her in her heart."

Huang Chang smiled and said to Song Qingshu: "Her identity is embarrassing. Without my care in the future, it may not be easy to survive in Lin'an. Since you are friends, please help take care of..."

He suddenly closed his mouth when he said that, because he realized that taking care of these two words has a lot of meaning, he made it like he entrusted her life to the other party, so he immediately changed his words: "Although she has learned " "Nine Yin Scriptures", but did not realize the true essence, since you can also "Nine Yin Scriptures" and are her friend, please give her more guidance in the future."

In the past, Huang Chang's family were all beheaded by Mingjiao people. He devoted himself to revenge and practice without renewing the string. When he became successful in martial arts, he became older and had no such thoughts, so he was lonely and had no heirs all his life. Although the girl in the yellow shirt is nominally his apprentice, but in his heart he treats him as his granddaughter.

I learned that she and Song Qingshu were a little ambiguous, but Huang Chang was so angry that there was always a feeling that the Chinese cabbage that was hard-grown was overwhelmed by pigs. If it’s just someone else, it’s not bad to look handsome at a young age, and martial arts are strong, but Song Qingshu is a greedy and erotic. The rumors are not said, the key is that he saw the other party sneak into the harem and hook up with his concubines. Is a good match for someone?

Huang Chang regarded the woman in the yellow shirt as a granddaughter, so she naturally didn't want her to go to this muddy water, so she changed her words in time and changed from taking care to martial arts. For the time being, the character of Song surnamed, martial arts is first-class. With his guidance, the yellow shirt woman is at least a grandmaster level, maybe there is still a chance to see the threshold of the grandmaster, when the world is so big, who can bully she was?

"Senior don't worry, I will do my best." Song Qingshu replied solemnly.

"There are officials..." Huang Chang glanced at Zhao Gou in the distance, and noticed that his eyes staring at Song Qingshu's back were a bit bitter, he hesitated and swallowed the rest of the words back, "Forget it, nothing else What's the matter, you guys do it for yourself..."

After finishing talking, the spirit in his eyes gradually disappeared, and the others hadn't reacted yet. The alcoholic fighting monk and the sweeping monk put their hands together: "Amitabha~"

The woman in the yellow shirt finally understood that the master had passed away, and forbearing the teardrops in her eyes, she suddenly grabbed the long sword on the ground and stabbed the sweeping monk to the side.

At this moment, Li Qingluo, who was guarding the side of the sweeping monk, used her cold sleeves and flicked acupuncture points, shook the long sword in her hand, and frowned, "What are you going crazy!"

The woman in yellow shirt pointed at the sweeping monk and said angrily: "The master obviously died under his sneak attack, but at this time, he came to Amitabha Buddha!"

Li Qingluo snorted: "On the battlefield, the victory or defeat was originally based on ability. It's no wonder my uncle." Because she knew the origin of the sweeping monk and the Xiaoyao faction, how could she also protect each other.

Song Qingshu is in a dilemma. At this time, the help is nowhere, and he can't help but feel big.

Fortunately, at this time, the brewing monk said: "Yingluo, this is a matter between our great masters. The other party bears the hatred of the country and the family. The previous approach is understandable."

"But..." The woman in the yellow shirt wanted to say it again, and the drunken monk shook her head and said: "When your master is dying, can you help him get revenge?"

"That's not true..." The woman in the yellow shirt bit her lip. "But that's the master pitying the disciple. I don't want me to take risks."

The drunk monk said with a serious face: "In this case, do you take the risk worthy of his pains? One thought becomes a devil and one thought becomes a Buddha, but also hopes to think twice." Seeing that she was still a little uncomfortable, he had to transmit the secret message: "Silly boy , The Sweeper has a special status. It is both a Shaolin monk and a Xiaoyao elder. These two sects are masters. If you kill him, the masters of these two sects will come to you for revenge endlessly in the future, not to mention now You can't kill him if someone is guarding him. Anyway, he is seriously injured and he wants to die soon, so why not let him live for two more days?"

Hearing his explanation like this, the woman in the yellow shirt was relieved, and said apologetically, "Thank you, senior, for your explanation."

The wine monk nodded, got up and saluted Zhao Gou from a distance: "Officials, I have fulfilled my previous promise, and I have also paid back the grace of the emperors of the Song Dynasty to our family. Now the matter is over. Say goodbye."

"Master, you can't leave me behind." Zhao Gou is anxious, and now the guards around him are all dead, and the last one of his own will leave. How can he not panic.

The alcoholic fighting monk shook his head: "I am now a waste person, and it is useless to stay. Now I have repaid the cause and effect of the past, and it is time to fulfill the wish of the past."

After talking, despite Zhao Gou's repeated retention, the figure that became a little rickety and thin gradually disappeared in the mountain road, and his singing was faintly heard in the air:

When did the porridge go to dinner? It's hard to cure because of leather bags. Such a body is so ignorant that it only reaches the abdomen when it enters the throat, and it is hungry in a blink of an eye.

Only the monk is the only one who doesn’t care about it, and you have to drink three cups slowly. In winter, I still hang summer clothes, although the shape is ugly, my heart is not mesmerized...

The sweeping monk on the side showed a different color: "Amitabha, this state of mind and Dharma attainments are far better than me."

Li Qingluo frowned and said: "Why do I listen to this lyrics so crudely?"

The sweeping monk smiled slightly without explaining, and sighed after a long time: "This matter is over, I should leave."

Li Qingluo said hurriedly: "Uncle Master, I will see you off."

The sweeping monk shook his head: "No, if this stinky skin dies on the side of the road, you deserve it."

"But..." Li Qingluo wanted to say again, the sweeping monk had already walked in front of Song Qingshu: "Donor Song, do you want to stop me?"

Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment, and shook his head: "It was fortunate to have the predecessors in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that I have my today indirectly, so how can I embarrass seniors."

"The cause of the past, the effect of today..." The sweeping monk sighed, "Don't worry, Song Donor, I will not disclose anything about today."

Looking at his leaving figure, Song Qingshu laughed dumbly. Why did the sweeping monk make me want to kill the king? But he was also a little strange, the other party's breath... it seemed that the injury was not as serious as he thought, but the heart was hit by the great master with all his strength, how could his life be saved?

Song Qingshu was puzzled, and suddenly heard Zhao Gou shout: "Yingluo, punish me, punish the chaos minister and thief Wang Fufeng." It turned out that he saw the drinking monk and the sweeping monk leaving one after another, worrying that Wang Chongyang would also be released. Run, so I called out in advance.

It's just that he has no people available now. Only the girl in the yellow shirt is considered to be brothers and sisters with him, so they should be on the same front.

The woman in the yellow shirt wrinkled her eyebrows when she heard the words. Unlike the sweeping monk, the master was not hurt by Wang Chongyang after all, and he and Master are good friends, occasionally appearing at Jianshan Academy, and once instructed her once. It was a bit cruel to start with him who was seriously injured.

"Officials, he was seriously injured and has been alive in the past few months." The woman in the yellow shirt had no choice but to reply.

"Committed to making trouble, how can he die so cheaply? Let alone live a few more months?" Zhao Xiang's face is a little distorted, if it is on weekdays, he will never be so gaffe, but this time he consciously The seamless plan finally fell short, and then he became completely useless again. His defense was finally overwhelmed, so he seemed a little hysterical now, "Don't you go?"

The woman in the yellow shirt was reluctant, but it was not easy to refute the emperor’s face in public, so she stood there with embarrassment.

Wang Chongyang laughed and said: "Finally~IndoMTL.com~ Chongyang is not weaker than others in his life, even Jia Sidao does not want to die in the hands of others, how can I die in the hands of you, a faint king."

After finishing talking, he stretched out his finger and clicked on his own dead spot. He was originally a master of yang finger. If this finger is in the middle, he will be unlucky.

Song Qingshu was shocked. Not to mention that the two had a friendship, but that the other's character and aspirations were very temperamental to him. How could he let him fall like this?

Just as he was about to rescue him, suddenly a white shadow flashed past, and Wang Chongyang's fingers were directly blocked by a flip of his wrist.

People around were shocked. Although Wang Chongyang was seriously injured, he was the cultivation base of the Grand Master after all. Who could stop this without warning?

I quickly fixed my eyes and saw a man in white shirt standing beside Wang Chongyang holding his wrist. She was slender and graceful. She was obviously a woman, with a light wind skirt, fluttering like an immortal, she seemed to be in her forties. His age and appearance are very beautiful, but his eyebrows enter his temples, and the corners of his eyes are vaguely murderous.

The white-shirted man sneered again and again. Although the voice was pleasant, the meaning was full of ridicule: "You are a face-saving temper. I didn't expect that you will not be able to change it when you die."