Flower Stealing Master Chapter 338: Bing Xueer

Song Qingshu's face changed, and when he looked back, he saw a beautiful lady who was as clear as colored glaze holding a long whip, standing not far away watching him warily.

"Bing Xueer?" Seeing the woman's appearance clearly, Song Qingshu was delighted. At the beginning, her meridians were cut off and she was living in the rivers and lakes. Fortunately, Bing Xueer took care of her all the way, not only helped herself avoid the dangers in the rivers and lakes, but succeeded in the end. She is even more indispensable to get the "Shen Zhao Jing" to resume the meridians.

Song Qingshu’s attitude towards Bing Xueer is very complicated. On the one hand, she is considered to be the wife of her righteous brother. On the other hand, in the desperate situation at the time, a sister like a fairy concubine appears to be gentle and helpful. The feeling that he will never forget for a lifetime.

"Mr Murong, are you okay?" Song Qingshu wore a mask. Bing Xueer didn't recognize it, but looked at Murong Fu worriedly.

"I'm okay, Madam Hu, be careful, this masked man martial arts is really incredible, don't be careless." Murong Fu felt relieved when he saw Madam Hu, and quickly reminded.

"Who is your Excellency and why do you act sneaky?" Madam Hu nodded slightly, and immediately looked at Song Qingshu warily.

Song Qingshu suddenly felt that the situation was a bit embarrassing at this time. If he took off his mask and recognized each other at this time, what would Murongfu think? After all, what he showed just now was entirely a posture to take Murong Fu's life.

Before he had time to react, Murong Fu had already attacked. Although the sword had been lost, Gusu Murong Botong Baijia was not a joke, and he still had the demeanor of everyone with a punch and kick.

In order to cooperate with Murong Fu, Bing Xueer waved the long whip at the same time and attacked Song Qingshu.

Although Song Qingshu had countless questions in his mind at this time, such as why Bing Xueer and Murongfu were mixed together, such as why Ping Yizhi wanted to kill Murongfu...This situation is no longer for him to consider, so he can only deal with it with spirit.

"Eighteen palms of the dragon descending?" It didn't take long for Murongfu to recognize Song Qingshu's moves and he was surprised and angry. "What is the relationship between your Excellency and Guo Jing in Xiangyang?"

There are only three of the world's good envoys who have dropped the eighteen palms of the dragon. Qiao Feng's figure is so familiar that Murong can no longer be familiar, and it is natural that the person in front of him is not Qiao Feng. Hong Qigong is still old, even more inconsistent. Only Xiangyang Guo Jing is left. However, Guo Jing should guard Xiangyang in theory, and with Guo Jing's chivalrous name, he should not be able to do this kind of hidden deeds, so only his disciples. such as.

"Jianglong Eighteen Palms is not a rare martial arts," Song Qingshu smiled faintly, "then please comment on my martial arts."

As soon as the voice fell, Song Qingshu changed the simple and fierce moves of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon, and used the most ordinary and ordinary fists to attack it with one eye.

Murong Fuming clearly recognizes every move and every style, and he has a way to crack it, but his palms are always the smallest difference, and the opponent hits him one step ahead.

"Tao Zu Changquan?" Murong Fu was frightened and angry.

"Yes, I heard that Qiao Feng used the most common Taizu Changquan to defeat the world's heroes in the past at Juxianzhuang, and I admire him very much, so I have the courage to try, and I hope that Mr. Murong will not mind." Song Qingshu replied.

Murong Fu's handsome face was full of blue, but his dignified Nan Murong was beaten by the most common Taizu Chang punch so powerful that it was passed out without a big smile.

"Young Master Murong, stay calm, he is just deliberately disturbing your mind." Bing Xueer hurriedly reminded.

Murongfu only woke up, but it was too late. Song Qingshu took advantage of his confusion and cheated into the middle palace and hit his acupuncture points all at once.

Song Qingshu secretly cries out for luck. It is not difficult for him to beat Murong, but it is absolutely impossible to restrain him in such a short time. Thinking that Zhao Min was still undecided at Ping Yizhi's life and death, he didn't have so much time to deal with Murongfu slowly, so he had to take advantage of Murongfu's weak mind and restrain him as soon as possible.

The long whip came through the air, Song Qingshu quickly flashed aside, Bing Xueer frowned slightly, a long whip danced like a silver snake, and the whip head was out of sight. Song Qingshu was also forced into a rush in a hurry.

"I didn't expect her to practice the white python whip technique so proficiently, I am afraid she is still above Zhou Zhiruo." Song Qingshu dodged and pondered.

It turns out that Bing Xueer, as a descendant of the Tomb Sect, was originally good at the soft and slender weapon like the silver bell and golden lock. On the same day, Song Qingshu taught the white python whip technique. Under mutual confirmation, the whip technique was even more accomplished. It is advancing by leaps and bounds.

As far as the whip method is concerned, I am afraid that even Song Qingshu is not her opponent. This involves a martial arts compatibility issue. For example, Jianglong Eighteen Palms is the best martial arts of Xiao Feng, Jiuyin White Bone Claw is the best martial arts of Zhou Zhiruo, and the white python whip method is the most suitable for Bing Xue'er.

However, Song Qingshu is very familiar with the white python whip technique after all, and can always subtly resolve the opponent's fierce offensive every time. With his profound skill, Bing Xueer gradually ran outside the ruined temple.

Bing Xueer saw that her attacks were subtly resolved by him one by one, the different colors in her beautiful eyes became thicker and thicker. Seeing Song Qingshu's palm hit, she suddenly changed her normal, gave up all resistance, and watched quietly. Hold her.

Song Qingshu was shocked, and quickly deflected his palm force and hit a stone on the side, suddenly dusty.

Bing Xueer was excited, and asked with a trembling voice: "Uncle, is that you?"

Song Qingshu took off the mask and said with a wry smile: "I didn't expect that wearing a mask can't hide it from my sister-in-law."

"Really you?" Seeing Song Qingshu's face clearly, Bing Xueer was surprised, "Isn't I dreaming?"

"You read that right, it is indeed me." Song Qingshu stepped forward and looked at her quietly.

Bing Xueer tremblingly reached out and touched his cheek: "I heard Kangxi telling the world not long ago, I thought you..." It turned out that Bing Xueer had been chasing Murong Jingyue's traces all over the world before, but there was no It was the first time that Song Qingshu had an accident. When she heard the news recently and was about to go to Yanjing City to find out, she happened to ran into Murong Fu. The other party claimed to have found Murong Jingyue's trace, so the two people appeared together in Kaifeng.

Song Qingshu held the smooth and clean catkin that was attached to his face, and felt a faint icy feeling on his skin. He was amazed: his skin is extremely cold. Could it be that this is the genre talent of the descendants of the ancient tomb sect?

"Sister-in-law, I am not dead. It is just a rhetoric used by Kangxi to deceive the world. This is a long story. I will explain it to you later."

Although the matter of replacing Kangxi is of great importance, Song Qingshu doesn’t mind telling Bing Xue’er that in his heart, Bing Xue’er is a special existence. The two met in the cold and we are in common suffering. Song Qingshu believes that even people in the world are with him. As an enemy, Bing Xueer would not hurt him either.

The reason why I don't tell her now is because the time is urgent, and I can't explain it clearly for a while, so I have to wait for the crisis to go through this crisis and then slowly elaborate.

After the initial surprise, Bing Xue'er only discovered that her hand was pinched by Song Qingshu, and her icy skin rose with a blush, and she whispered: "Uncle~When are you going to pinch?"

Song Qingshu likes her calling her uncle the most. The elongated ending sounded his heart quickly. He was so excited that he just hugged her in his arms: "After the last time I separated, I was still worried about this life. I missed each other, and then I passed by Dongting Lake Yaowangzhuang. I wanted to see you. I didn’t know that Fei Er said you were not here. Do you know how disappointed I was at that time..."

Hugged by him, Bing Xueer hurriedly tried to break away, but she knew but couldn't push it. When I heard the other party's sincere muttering to himself, thinking of all the previous experiences, I also felt full of emotion. I couldn't help but be stunned for a while, just let him hold it like that.

"I'm sorry, I was abrupt." Although Bing Xueer's body was soft, frosty, and very comfortable, she couldn't hold it like this after all. Song Qingshu packed her mood, looked at her awkwardly, and followed her loosely. Opened his arms.

Bing Xueer smiled slightly and moved a step back without leaving a trace. She was not angry, but deliberately changed the subject and asked: "Why is Uncle suddenly here?"

"I also want to ask my sister-in-law about this question." Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, "How can you be on the same road with Master Murong?"

"At the beginning, we visited Yanziwu and got a promise from Mr. Murong to help find the whereabouts of Murong Jingyue's collateral descendant. Although the Murong family is now a small family, after all, it is a family of hundreds of years, and they always have their special methods. Not long ago, I found the news that Murong Jingyue had appeared in Kaifeng City recently, so Mr. Murong informed me to come together."

Bing Xueer said without hesitation, in her faint voice, there was a special gentle meaning, "I originally wanted to inquire about the whereabouts of Uncle in Yanjing City, but Mr. Murong had paid for it for the matter of Brother Hu. With so much energy, it’s hard for me to refuse his kindness, so I decided to visit Kaifeng City first."

"A kind-hearted person like my sister-in-law~IndoMTL.com~Of course, you can’t refuse the kindness of others," Song Qingshu laughed. "Fortunately, my sister-in-law came to Kaifeng. If you go to Yanjing city, we might just miss it."

Bing Xueer smiled softly: "You can think about it, I thought my uncle would blame me?"

"Why should I blame you?" Song Qingshu asked curiously.

Suddenly Bing Xueer looked a little embarrassed, and said softly: "I came to Murong Jingyue first, not my uncle first."

Seeing Bing Xue’er’s rare daughter’s shy family, Song Qingshu’s heart was shaken, and he shook his head and said, “Sister-in-law’s thoughts are naturally understood. You must understand that entering the Forbidden City is a nine-death life. Before that, you must avenge your brother Hu. Only then can I take revenge for me without worry."

Bing Xueer blushed, and said strangely: "What nonsense is you talking about."

Knowing that Bing Xueer's face is too thin, Song Qingshu dared not repeat the same mistakes, and quickly explained the purpose of this trip to her one by one.

"Huh?" Bing Xueer was really distracted by him, and her expression quickly returned to normal. It was also strange, "Why Ping Yizhi would let you kill Young Master Murong."

"I can't figure it out either, the two people are completely unconnected." Song Qingshu said depressedly.

"Oh, Mr. Murong was acupunctured by you, and he is still in the ruined temple." Bing Xueer suddenly remembered something, and exclaimed.

The two hurried to the temple. Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. He had a bad hand for a while and had to try Dou Zhuan Xingzhang. How did she know that Bing Xueer suddenly appeared, not only did not know Dou Zhuan Xingzhang, he might even offend Murong Fu.

Thinking like electricity, Song Qingshu quickly made a plan. Anyway, he wants to repay Murong for his past grace. That's it. Then he will only be grateful and it is too late. How can he blame me...

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