Flower Stealing Master Chapter 1801: What about a lot of fairy sisters?

Hearing the meaning of loneliness in Kumazhi’s tone, Song Qingshu was really worried that this friend would be devastated, and comforted him: "Ming King, please don’t be too discouraged. This is not a little girl, but the deity of the Misty Peak Lingjiu Palace. Lord, Tianshan Tongmao, who claims to kill people without the second trick, is not ashamed of losing to her."

"Tianshan child grandma?" Kumazhi was taken aback. He had also faintly heard the name of this senior expert, but looking at this little girl who looked only about ten years old, it was really difficult to understand The two are linked together.

"Hmph" Tianshan Tong's grandmother didn't like being looked at like this, and turned around, leaving him with an aloof back.

Song Qingshu continued: "Besides, because of the asymmetry of information, Ming Wang, you have a contempt at the beginning. It is useless to take care of the house. If you use the flame knife, it is still unknown who will die."

His remarks were not a compliment. In the original book, Kumozhi was defeated by Xu Zhu because he had to use 72 stunts to beat Shaolin Temple in the face of Shaolin, but Xu Zhu would also have little merit if he died. Moreover, his cultivation was more complete than him, which led to his pseudo-seventy-two stunts that he used to use his small Wuxiang Gongfu to be suppressed everywhere. Later, when he was forced to use his own kungfu, one hand was buckled by a virtual bamboo. He couldn't break free. It happened that the Flame Knife needed two hands to use it, which made his ability greatly compromised. This was the result of Xu Zhu's hand. If he really fights life and death, Xu Zhu, who has no actual combat experience, will die prematurely.

Hearing what he said, the frustration on Kumachi's face only faded a bit, knowing that he was deliberately saving face, I couldn't help but feel grateful.

At this time, Tianshan Tong's grandmother couldn't help but snorted: "If I had only recovered 60 to 70% of my skill, where would I need so many tricks to stop him."

Song Qingshu smiled slightly. It is obvious that her skill has recovered 70 to 80% now, but she knows that she is arrogant and does not argue with her. Considering the peak strength of the two people comprehensively, even if Kumazhi used the flame knife, it might not be able to take advantage, but Tianshan Tong's grandmother would not be so easy to win.

Kumazhi was originally a martial idiot. Hearing this, he put his hands together and bowed: "After the senior has recovered his full strength, I will ask the senior for advice."

Hearing his respectful tone, Tianshan Tong's grandmother was a little bit used.

Seeing that it was almost time to rest, Song Qingshu greeted everyone on the road and learned of the identity of the Tianshan child grandmother. Kumazhi regained his fighting spirit and volunteered to walk with them.

Along the way, Kumozhi kept asking Tianshan Tongmao for some martial arts issues. Although Tianshan Tongmao was very annoying, but during this period of time in Song Qingshu, he had eaten too much, and he enjoyed this kind of senior master very much. Feeling like this, so I still have the patience to answer questions with him.

The group of people rushed for a long time, and Li Qinglu suddenly said, "Menglang, can you rest for a while? Of course it doesn't matter if we can go on the road like martial arts, but Yuyan is weak and she may not be able to bear the bumps of riding. "Although she and this cheap cousin have never known each other before, they are somewhat similar in appearance, and after all, they also have a blood relationship, so she couldn't help but develop a little care.

Song Qingshu glanced back and saw Wang Yuyan's face looked haggard and embarrassed. He must have been struggling along the way, so he nodded and said, "Well, there happens to be a market in front of me. Let's settle down there." This place is not too far away from Songzhou Zhonggu Mountain, so naturally there is no need to hurry as before.

Soon a group of people found an inn. When they got off the horse, Wang Yuyan gave an ouch and almost fell. Fortunately, Li Qinglu on the side helped her: "What's wrong with you?"

"No...nothing." Wang Yuyan pressed her inner thigh, her face flushed, how could she be ashamed to say that she was injured in front of another man.

It’s just that an old driver like Song Qingshu doesn’t understand what’s going on. Li Qiushui and Tianshan Tongmao’s martial arts are high-powered. It doesn’t matter that Kumozhi also sleeps and wades through the mountains and rivers. Li Qinglu grew up in Xixia and did not ride horses. Only Wang Yuyan is the only daughter like Wang Yuyan, who has never rode a horse before, but she must have never had such a long-distance raid. Not surprisingly, her delicate thighs have long been worn out, and she naturally seems a little inconvenient to move.

Song Qingshu suddenly thought of the fact that some girls on the Internet often claimed that they accidentally broke the film when riding a bicycle when they were young. Compared with a bicycle, the saddle is harder and more bumpy, and it will not be easier...

"Bah, baah, it's too trivial, what are you thinking about in your head." Song Qingshu himself despised herself a little.

"Big Brother Song, what are you doing?" At this moment, Wang Yuyan was passing by him, and seeing him talking to himself, she couldn't help but ask curiously. She and Song Qingshu have been together for a long time, and she helped each other at first. Later, the other side helped herself several times, and the two were considered old acquaintances. The eldest brother shouted quite smoothly, and the call to her brother-in-law made her feel weird.

"It's nothing." Song Qingshu's face blushed, "Let's go inside and have a rest."

The hotel owner saw their handsome males, charming females, and a group of more than a dozen tall horses, and naturally knew that the hawker was coming, and immediately ordered Xiao Er to take the horses to the stables and feed them with good fodder, and then personally feed them They greeted them and arranged them in an elegant seat by the window.

"What does King Ming like to eat?" Song Qingshu could serve the other women as the main dishes, but Kumazhi is a monk after all, and I don't know what taboos he has in his diet.

"A plate of vegetables~IndoMTL.com~Two steamed buns are enough." Kumachi folded his hands together, his face was smiling, but Venerable Kassapa was a little bit smiling.

Song Qingshu saw that his tone was ordinary, obviously he could not be fake, and could not help but admire him secretly. You must know that he is a tantric person, unlike the Central Plains Zen Buddhism so many taboos, still abiding fast, in many ways, he is indeed a lethargy. Respected Taoist monk.

"Serve this master with some exquisite vegetarian dishes, and then make a pot of good tea." It is natural that Song Qingshu can't let him really eat vegetable steamed buns.

Kuma nodded slightly: "Thank you Brother Song." He didn't pretend to refuse. It can be seen that apart from his obsession with martial arts, his mind has been cultivated to the realm of Gujing Bubo.

At this time, another group of people came in at the inn, and the little Er next to him couldn't help wondering: "What day is it today, I actually met so many masters."

Song Qingshu and his party looked over curiously. At this moment, a surprised voice suddenly sounded at the door: "Miss Wang!" Then a smoke-like misty figure rushed towards Wang Yuyan.

Kumazhi frowned. In his opinion, Wang Yuyan and Song Qingshu are very close, maybe they are future younger brothers and sisters, how could it be possible for other men to approach, stretched out his hand, and a flame knife slashed directly at the figure. past.

I saw the figure twisting at an unbelievable angle, and he almost dodged the cut, but it changed his body shape this time, and could no longer stop the charge, and ran directly into Wang Yuyan:" Miss Wang, let go!"

Wang Yuyan doesn't know how to martial arts, so where can he avoid it?

"Ling Bo stepped slightly?" Fortunately, there was Li Qiushui sitting next to Wang Yuyan. Seeing the figure's steps, she frowned, and directly swept her sleeves lightly somewhere in the void, that was menacing. The figure fell to the ground with a normal sound as if it had hit a wall.

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