Flower Stealing Master Chapter 107: The Art of Hope

Chapter One Hundred and Seven The Art of Wang Qi

After a sense of confusion and absurdity, there was a burst of ecstasy in his heart, Song Qingshu quickly tightened his face: "The minister takes the order!"

"By the way, I heard that on the fifteenth of this month, a man with a high level of martial arts will come to the Forbidden City to fight with the Eastern leader?" Kangxi's expression was a little ugly.

"Return to the emperor, is a master of the Huashan School who has lived in seclusion for decades. The sword sage known as the'No. 1 Sword in the World' is so clear that it is probably because Yuan Chengzhi, who was killed by the Eastern leader, was a disciple of the Huashan School." Song Qingshu replied.

"My palace is really a martial arts school!" Kangxi's face twitched, and said bitterly, "In the future, the Qing Dynasty will rule the world, and I will remove the Huashan faction from the martial arts."

Listening to Wei Xiaobao's beard and pat on the horse, Song Qingshu didn't dare to say anything bad, thinking that it would spread out in the future, Xia Qingqing couldn't tear herself.

"What kind of martial arts is better than the Eastern leader?" After a while, Kangxi suddenly asked.

"This is hard to say, the outcome is five to five," Song Qingshu saw that Kangxi's face was even more ugly, and said quickly, "but the Forbidden City can be regarded as the home game of the Eastern leader. But on the front line, it seems that the odds of winning the Eastern leader should be higher."

Kangxi's expression finally eased, and said: "According to the spy's return, a large number of martial artists have come to the capital. In order to see the battle between the two masters, they must try their best to get into the palace. This For a while, Qingshu, you and Duolong will be responsible for the safety of the palace. Don’t let people enter the palace. My Qing palace is not a vegetable market."

"According to the order!" Song Qingshu's face was bitter, thinking that this way, he might offend a large number of martial arts people, why is Kangxi not as open-minded as the emperor in Lu Xiaofeng, and some martial arts people are allowed to enter the palace...Of course. All this is only to think about. From the perspective of Kangxi, there is really no reason to agree to martial arts people entering and leaving the palace at will.

"Qingshu, you have been rushing all the way, and you have worked hard. Let's go down and rest first." Kangxi said softly.

"Thank you, the emperor!" Before leaving, Song Qingshu glanced at a shadowy place in the Imperial Study Room, and slowly walked out.

Seeing that Song Qingshu closed the door of the Imperial Study Room, Kangxi's face sank and he asked in a low voice: "Xiaobao, have you checked the background of Song Qingshu?"

"The slave is damned, I was almost forgotten by those assassins," Wei Xiaobao said quickly, "It has been checked. Song Qingshu is the third-generation chief disciple of Wudang, but it is a pity that he killed the Seventh Master Uncle by accident. Gu, was expelled from his division by Wudang. Later he married Zhou Zhiruo, the head of Emei, and was seriously injured by his uncle Yu Lianzhou at the Shaolin Lion Slaying Ceremony. Rumor has it that he has died. But I didn't expect that not only did he not die, but also his martial arts. It is far better than before."

Kangxi was thoughtful and couldn't help showing a smile: "The killing of uncle masters, Wudang abandoned disciples, is not tolerated by the right way of martial arts. Nowadays, in troubled times, employing people as meritocracies is just for me. Song Qingshu is exactly what I use..." Chapter One Hundred and Seven: The Art of Hope

Not long after Song Qingshu walked out of the imperial study room, he stopped and said with a smile: "The ancestors have a good method today, and easily subdued three top masters in the arena, and Duolong has not seen the flaws yet."

"Ahem..." A rickety old **** soon appeared behind him, "The Sajia just sealed the acupuncture points of several of them with a needle at a critical moment, making their bodies stagnate."

Looking back at this dying year, Song Qingshu was puzzled: "Why are the ancestors interested in showing up today?"

The Sunflower ancestor looked up to the south. For a long time, Fang said: "As people are old, there are always things that can't be put down...The Sajia family is going to the south recently for something. The safety of the little emperor depends on you. The martial arts of those imperial guards are too bad. Now. The only pity is that I can’t see that girl from Dongfang fight with the wind boy..."

"Feng Xiaozi?" Song Qingshu changed his thoughts. Although Feng Qingyang was gray-haired, he was indeed a yellow-haired child in front of Sunflower Patriarch at his age. Suddenly his expression changed and he looked at Sunflower Patriarch in horror: "Dongfang Girl? Could it be that Sunflower Collection can really change a person's gender?"

The ancestor Sunflower glanced at him strangely and didn't answer.

"Ancestor, there is a problem that has bothered me for a long time." After a boring discussion, Song Qingshu had to change the question, "Your Excellency is not the **** of the former Ming Dynasty, why are you so loyal to the emperor of the Qing Dynasty now?"

"Loyal?" A hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of Sunflower's mouth. "For many years, the Sajia has no idea how many owners have been changed in this palace, and what loyalty is there."

Hesitated for a moment, the Sunflower ancestor continued: "I am not afraid to tell you that the Sajia practice needs to be nourished by the true dragon air. For hundreds of years, the Kangxi emperor has the strongest true dragon air, and the Sajia naturally cannot bear it. He died."

"The breath of a real dragon?" Song Qingshu was dumbfounded, "Is there really such a thing in the world?"

The ancestor of Sunflower smiled faintly: "Naturally, some great onmyojis in history have been able to die. The Sajia also practiced for a long time, and realized the transformation of heaven and human beings, and the growth of all things before they noticed the emperor. Of the true dragon."

"My ancestor, do you feel there is any kind of domineering in me?" Song Qingshu thought, if he is the protagonist, the necessary dominance of the protagonist should always be indispensable.

The ancestor Sunflower looked at him carefully, his expression suddenly became as disgusting as if he swallowed a fly, and said disgustingly: "Bah! You have the smell of peach blossom that Sajia most hates, if Sajia is not bad, you There must be a Peach Blossom Tribulation recently."

Looking at the Sunflower ancestor gradually disappearing into the distance, Song Qing's book was slandered: "Even if you don’t have Xiao Ding Ding, you can’t take revenge on the society like this. You want to be like brothers and sisters! The bad spirit, Amitabha, Tathagata bless..."

Continuing to walk for a while, I saw Li Yuanzhi who was looking anxiously here, Song Qingshu quickly greeted Chapter 107, The Art of Hope

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"Let's go out first." Song Qingshu quickly unlocked Xia Qingqing's acupuncture points, dragged the two of them and walked to the palace gate.

I didn't know that Xia Qingqing pulled off his sleeves at once and looked at him bitterly. Song Qingshu sighed: "Mrs. Yuan, I couldn't elaborate just now, I really did it for your own good."

"Of course I know you did it for me!" A layer of tears appeared in Xia Qingqing's eyes, "But I don't need it! The opportunity that Brother Gui used his life to exchange for me just now, I did my best, and it may not be impossible. The dog emperor will die together."

"Even if you succeed, I don’t care, but Miss Li who entered the palace with you will undoubtedly die afterwards, and you will even kill her parents. In order to get revenge, you will kill innocent people. It’s really you want to watch. Are you there?" Song Qingshu said sternly.

"As long as I can succeed in revenge, I am willing to pay any price!" Xia Qingqing glanced at Li Yuanzhi apologetically, "I am willing to be a cow and a horse for you in the underworld."

Li Yuanzhi's face was a little ugly, and he flashed over.

"But do you really think you can succeed?" Song Qingshu sneered.

"You keep saying that you will avenge me. In the situation just now, if you act with me, Kangxi will definitely die. In the final analysis, you are just coveting prosperity and wealth and have been perfunctory me." Xia Qingqing looked at this time. Song Qingshu's eyes were full of indifference. Chapter 108 The three monks have no water to drink

Song Qingshu couldn't help but get angry: "You still keep saying that as long as I help you get revenge, you will agree with your body. After doing it just now, we will definitely die. Where can I go to collect my reward."

Xia Qingqing's chest was ups and downs. After a while, her teeth bite: "Okay, if you want, I will give it to you today, one day is not enough, three days; three days is not enough, I will serve you wholeheartedly for a month, let You enjoy all the gentleness...A month later, how about you accompany me to kill Kangxi?"

Li Yuanzhi on the side held her forehead with her hands, her face was speechless: "God, why am I so unlucky, why did I get on such a thief ship?"

In the room Hu Tian Hu Di for a month? The picture was so beautiful, Song Qingshu was tempted to imagine a little fragment in his mind, and finally suppressed the impulse to agree with him with great perseverance: "Mrs. Yuan, I was just joking with you. In fact, there was a lurking in the Yushufang just now. An unbeaten master than the East, Gui Xinshu's family of three was secretly controlled by him. Even if I shoot with you, there is absolutely no chance of success."

"Where can there be so many masters in the world?" Xia Qingqing stared at him suspiciously.

"What I said is true," Song Qingshu quickly told her the origin of Sunflower Patriarch, but when she saw that she was still dubious, she couldn't help saying: "If you don't believe it, you can check the bodies of Guixinshu's family of three, one Just look at it."

Xia Qingqing's face changed slightly: "Their remains were dragged away by the Ouchi guards. I don't know how they will be violated."

"If I took their bodies back, would you forgive me?" Song Qingshu asked Xia Qingqing as he looked at Xia Qingqing.

Seeing Song Qingshu's expression, Xia Qingqing was tickled with hatred. Could she say no, and then let the body of the brother and sister-in-law be violated? Nodded helplessly, reluctantly said: "Okay!"

"Don't answer so unwillingly," Song Qingshu said with a smile, "I will send you out of the palace first. Recently, the wind in the palace is too tight and I am worried about your safety."

The group came to the gate of the palace, and the guard looked at Song Qingshu embarrassedly: "Master Song, there are too many people in the capital in recent days. For the safety of the palace, the emperor has just made an order. Before the night of the full moon, unless there is a gold medal from him Otherwise, no one can enter or leave the palace."

"Why is this? I came out of the Imperial Study Room." Song Qingshu said blankly, but he was happy in his heart. This is really God's help.

Song Qingshu had to turn back with the two women and walked to his residence, with a helpless expression: "Only ask the two women to be wronged in the humble house for the time being."

Xia Qingqing has been with him for a long time, and I don’t know Song Qingshu’s careful thoughts, but now I’m so worried, I’m too lazy to break it.

Li Yuanzhi is even more happy to stay in the palace. First, he has never been here before, which is strange. Second, he is worried that after leaving the palace, he will not be able to return to the palace on the night of the full moon. Wouldn't it be vain to be afraid?

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