Flower Stealing Master Chapter 292: Slaying the King

"Okay!" Song Qingshu did not hesitate, and handed the map he had prepared to the ancestor Sunflower.

The old ancestor Sunflower was trembling with his hands holding the map. He had already memorized part of the map in the yellow flag. After roughly scanning it, he knew that it was the real map. After putting it in his arms carefully, he looked at Song Qingshu. Said: "Boy, my ancestor is happy today, do you want me to help you?"

Seeing his dry face couldn’t help twitching. Song Qingshu understood how excited Sunflower Old Ancestor was at this time. If he speaks himself, he would definitely be willing to help deal with Kangxi, but Song Qingshu still shook his head and refused: "This is The matter between me and him, I want to break it up with him alone."

The Sunflower ancestor was taken aback, and he didn’t expect Song Qingshu to be unappreciative, but he just said casually, now that all his thoughts are placed on the dragon veins of Manqing, so he said: "Alright, the ancestors go Also." As soon as the voice fell, the figure disappeared like a puff of blue smoke.

"Compared with Sunflower Patriarch, my light work is still a little bit worse." Song Qingshu was dumbfounded and couldn't help sighing.

When night fell, Kangxi handled the memorials alone in the room, while thinking in his mind: Now Shengjing has been completely controlled by me, and the family members of the generals who went on the expedition are also in my hands, not to mention Hongli is dead, his The sons were also guarded by their own people. Everything is a foregone conclusion. Those generals who receive my imperial decree, should not be surprised, they should all succumb... Well, but you can't be careless, you have to guard against Hongli's henchmen to take the opportunity to counterattack... …

Kangxi thought about it, only feeling upset, so he threw the Zhu pen away, and was too lazy to review the memorials. Suddenly, he thought of Ma Chunhua and couldn't help but move. A young girl who was inexperienced in the world has now grown into a charming young woman, especially thinking of the other party's special identity, Kangxi felt that a certain part of the body became hot.

"Little Dengzi, girl Xuanma, come here."

I didn't even know that there was no response outside after shouting twice. Kangxi was secretly angry. This **** is not afraid to lose his head. Suddenly his expression changed, looking at the figure in the shadow of the pillar.

"The emperor, you don't need to shout, Xiao Dengzi can't hear it." Song Qingshu walked out step by step.

Kangxi's heart sank, but a gentle smile appeared on his face: "Song Aiqing is looking for me so late, what's the matter?"

Song Qingshu was silent for a long time, and finally chuckled: "Why the emperor has to pretend to be confused."

Kangxi's face suddenly became very gloomy: "Do you know that you have committed disrespect by saying this to me."

"I know." Song Qingshu looked at him calmly.

Kangxi only felt that a cold air was rising from behind, and he said in a deep voice: "Song Qingshu, if you retreat now, I can forgive you for your past merits."

Hearing Kangxi's words, Song Qingshu smiled: "I have reached this point, do you think I will return?"

Kangxi just wiped out Hongli and his self-confidence was reaching an unprecedented peak. An anger surged into his heart, waved his hand, and said coldly: "Kill him."

Following Kangxi's order, four men in black slowly walked out of the darkness, faintly surrounding Song Qingshu in the center.

"Song Aiqing, do you really think I don’t have any masters?" Kangxi snorted coldly. Practicing the best martial arts, any one who gets it on the arena is no worse than Shaolin Wudang."

Song Qingshu frowned when he heard the words of Kangxi, feeling the murderous aura of several people. After hearing what Kangxi said, he laughed mercilessly: "I dare not say that the head of Shaolin, the head of Wudang... Ha ha, Zhang Real people let them have one hand, completely stress-free."

Several people in black were furious when they heard the words, and signaled them to stay calm, and sarcastically said: "What about Zhang Zhenren, we dare not say, as for your sir, in the eyes of our brothers, it is nothing but a chicken. That's it. Yu Zhenzi, who is known as the number one master of Shengjing, was killed by me with one move?"

In his early years, Yu Zhenzi and Yuan Chengzhi, the king of the snake, tied with the golden snake king Yuan Chengzhi. After joining Hongli, he swept Shengjing invincible. He was invincible. As a result, he was easily defeated by Song Qingshu several times, making the world feel more and more about Song Qingshu. Unfathomable. However, these people in black easily killed Yu Zhenzi, naturally they didn't think Song Qingshu was so remarkable.

"Oh?" Song Qingshu was startled. Yu Mako was definitely a top player in the arena. Coupled with his extraordinary skill, it was unbelievable that Yu Mako died in their hands like this, "Yu Mako died like this?"

Seeing a hint of arrogance on the other party's face, Song Qingshu's expression became serious. I'm afraid these people are really a bit tricky.

"Report your name, Song never kills unknown people." Song Qingshu is no longer what it used to be, and soon calmed down, and said lightly.

"When you see King Yama, remember to say to his old man, whoever kills you, Wei Mo!" As soon as the voice fell, that person had disappeared.

Seeing a flash of light from the knife, Wei Mo had already returned to the spot, with a drop of bright blood hanging on the low-hanging knife tip.

"Your knife is fast." Song Qingshu looked at the wound on his shoulder, his tone seemed quite approving.

The first move clearly prevailed, but Wei Mo didn't see any joy on his face, and he smiled bitterly: "Your light work is faster."

"What's your trick called?" Song Qingshu asked curiously.

"Meteor outside the sky." Wei Mo said in a deep voice. Although he is not well-known, he is a rare martial arts wizard. After he has passed all kinds of martial arts secrets, he created a "meteor outside the sky" from the opportunity to kill him. Anyone only needs one move, even if it is as strong as Yu Zhenzi, but it is a pity that Song Qingshu dodges it in the end.

"Sure enough, it's like a shooting star." Song Qingshu has a wooden sword in his hand while speaking, "Then please comment on my trick."

Wei Mo didn't dare to entrust him anymore, he greeted the others and attacked together.

Song Qingshu raised his sword and waved behind him at random. The desperate eyes of the other three men in black showed the shadow of the sword in the sky, and he could not stop the sword qi from penetrating through the body after exhausting his unique skills.

When Wei Mo saw this, his eyes were splitting, and he roared, spurring twelve points of skill. With grief and anger, this knife has broken through the previous limit. Looking at Song Qingshu, the wooden sword is still behind him at this time, Wei Mo Confident that the other party will never be able to hide.

Suddenly Wei Mo's expression changed drastically, and the wooden sword in Song Qingshu's hand was like an antelope hanging with horns, naturally turning to the front. The opponent clearly saw each move, but the slow move came first.

Looking down at the wooden sword on his chest, Wei Mo asked unwillingly: "What is the name of this sword technique?"

"I just realized it recently, and I haven't had time to name it..." Seeing Wei Mo's regret, Song Qingshu felt unbearable. Suddenly he thought of a certain comic in the previous life and said quickly, "Well, it's called Jian Twenty-Three. ."

"Twenty-three swords? Good swordsmanship, good swordsmanship..." The light in Wei Mo's eyes finally dimmed.

Looking at the four great masters dying so easily in the hands of Song Qingshu, Kangxi hurried to the inner hall, yelling: "The ancestor save me, the ancestor save me..." The voice stopped abruptly, I don't know. When Song Qingshu was already standing in front of him, the wooden sword in his hand was just on his throat.

"Are you expecting Sunflower Ancestor to rescue you?" Song Qingshu's face showed a trace of regret, "He has already left for Changbai Mountain, looking for your Daqing dragon veins."

""Forty-two Chapters"?" Kangxi quickly realized the key point, "Wei Xiaobao really killed you."

"I didn't kill Xiaobao. He really died by Princess Jianning." Song Qingshu sighed.

"What is the difference between what Jianning killed and what you killed?" Kangxi sneered, "Jianning's elm head didn't know that he was used as a gunman before he died."

"It seems that the emperor has long suspected all this." Song Qingshu put away the wooden sword and exclaimed.

After all, Kangxi is a generation of heroes. After the initial panic, he quickly calmed down, knowing that he is bound to die now, but he is unwilling to show a trace of embarrassment: "Yes, the incident in Shanhaiguan, I know it as soon as I hear it. There must be something strange. Afterwards, I asked the other people in the mission about the situation that day, and after countless deductions behind the scenes, I concluded that you are the only possibility."

"Why didn't the emperor punish me at the time?" Song Qingshu admired Kangxi's calming skills now.

"You can be regarded as a rare talent after all. I think I can see you through. I wanted to make full use of you and then get rid of you to avenge Wei Xiaobao. I don't know that this is the biggest mistake I have made in my life." Kangxi seemed to be able to see you through. Extremely annoyed.

"The emperor doesn't have to regret it, you have actually succeeded~IndoMTL.com~If you hadn't heard someone say, I wouldn't have realized that you have insight into all my plans." Song Qingshu said in fear.

"Hehe, when I saw it for the first time, I knew that you were unwilling, and you would turn against me sooner or later..." Kangxi smiled bitterly, "but it's useless to talk about the winners and losers. Compared with This, I’m even more curious. You kill me at this time. Apart from a pitiful fame, what benefits can you get?"

Song Qingshu was silent for a while, took out a mask as thin as a cicada's wings from his arms and put it on his face without saying a word, just looking at Kangxi quietly.

"Good, good! Your Excellency's deep planning and careful preparation, I really did not lose injustice." Looking at the face in front of me that looked exactly like myself, Kangxi's bone marrow was endlessly cold, and his whole body trembled involuntarily. When he got up, he was completely desperate until now.

"This is the disfigurement technique taught to me by a young maid from Gusu Murong's family. I have always believed that this is much more useful than nine yin and nine yang," thinking of Bing Xueer bringing herself to Yanziwu for medical treatment. Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel warmth in his heart.

"Song Qingshu, I only have one request before I die." Kangxi didn't see the slightest blood on his face, and worked hard to make his voice less trembling.

"As long as it's not too much, I can promise you." Song Qingshu said heartily as he looked at the man who looked like an enemy and a friend.

"Be the emperor for me." Kangxi finally calmed down.

Song Qingshu was stunned, and he never thought that Kangxi’s final last words would actually be this. When he was about to inquire, I saw Kangxi picking up a knife on the ground, with an arrogant expression: "Hehe, I am the emperor, who can take my life. , Except for the heavens, there is only me." After saying that, he raised his sword and squatted himself.

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