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- Chapter 330: Recovery
"Aunt Qing?" Qing'er leaned close to her ear and asked in a low voice.
Song Wenqing glanced at them and said lightly: "Let's eat first."
"Are they here to deal with us?" Qing'er couldn't help but ask.
"Yeah." Song Wenqing nodded, with a calm expression, as if he didn't realize it. He looked at the dishes that were served and frowned.
They ate at Shuiyun Sect for a few days, and their appetites were greatly improved. Ordinary dishes were difficult to appreciate, and they felt that they could not swallow them.
"Humph, it's much worse than Sister Wei's cooking skills!" Qing'er glanced at the dishes and could feel the difference just by looking at their colors and smelling them.
"How can you be so squeamish? You've done a good job!" Song Wenqing glared at her angrily, raised his hand to take off the delicate silver hairpin on his temples, tried it on the dishes, and then held up the chopsticks to hold the dishes.
The seven people at the next table swallowed their saliva, and when they smelled the fragrance coming from here, they felt even more hungry and their bellies were like thunder.
They had been tracking Song Wenqing for a long time, and they were very careful and spent a lot of effort. They ate on the carriage, and they could only eat dry food on horseback.
Song Wenqing and the others were riding in Xiao Yuesheng's carriage, which was a long and narrow lavender carriage. The horses pulling the carriage were the two white horses, which were extremely handsome.
Although the horses they were riding were considered strong horses, they were vastly different from the two white horses. It was extremely difficult to follow them. When they rested, they were still on their way. When they finally caught up, the carriage started moving again. , as if waiting for them to come up, torturing them into agony.
"Waiter, grandma, why haven't you served the food?!" A loud shout suddenly sounded, the wine jars in the hall buzzed, people's ears roared, and their blood surged.
They looked at each other dissatisfiedly, but it was one of the seven neighbors of Song Wenqing.
This man is tall and tall, with a beard on his face, sunken eyes and a swollen nose. He does not seem to be of Central Plains origin. His two eyes are shining with a cold light, as if they are menacing as a wild wolf. , I couldn¡¯t help but feel chilled in my heart.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he showed no strange expression on his face. Instead, he grinned, showing his white teeth, like a wild wolf baring his teeth, which was quite scary.
People retracted their gazes, ate separately, and hid if they couldn't be offended. This was the golden rule to follow when going out. Otherwise, your life would be hard to save. In this chaotic world, human life is as cheap as an ant, so you must be careful in everything!
¡°Pa!¡± He slammed the table and shouted angrily: ¡°Boy, what¡¯s wrong with being deaf?!¡±
"Come here, sir." A waiter came out from behind at a trot carrying a pot of hot water, with a smile on his face: "The young man was making tea in the back just now. What are your orders, sir?"
The teapot he used was about two feet high, with a slender spout that was almost two points longer than the body. It looked quite weird.
The waiter is not tall, with a short and thin figure. He is slightly bent at the waist. Although he is smiling, he looks neither humble nor arrogant. He quickly comes to them and holds a teapot to make tea.
"Fuck you!" The burly man grinned and slapped the mouth of the teapot. Suddenly, a stream of hot tea flew out, the teapot fell to the ground, and a pot of hot tea gurgled out and flowed to the floor, with steaming water flowing out. heat.
The splashed hot tea happened to fly towards Qing'er. People exclaimed, and some even closed their eyes quickly. They couldn't bear to see her delicate skin white and red, which could be broken by a blow. If the hot tea splashed on her, she would definitely be hurt. It's terrible.
"Huh, what are you doing?!" Qing'er snorted and dodged lightly, dodging the flying hot water. Her almond-shaped eyes widened and she glared at the burly man.
"Oh, it's a coincidence that I flew over there!" The big man grinned, not caring at all, and waved his hands grandly: "Little girl, don't make a fuss!"
Qing'er was furious. She was young and energetic, and had an extraordinary status. She had never been so arrogant before. With a squeak, she straightened up, stretched out her legs to pick up the teapot on the ground, and shot it at the burly man who was still grinning proudly. Big man.
People couldn¡¯t help but exclaimed ¡°Oh¡ª¡ª¡±, they didn¡¯t expect this cute little girl to be so aggressive, what a show it was to watch!
There was still hot water in the teapot. She kicked it out, and the hot water also shot out. Water droplets filled the sky and the teapot covered the big man.
That little Erji was very clever and had already hid aside to avoid harming Chiyu.
"What a vicious little girl!" The big man's expression changed suddenly, he kicked the ground, and his burly body suddenly moved three feet laterally, emerging from the water droplets.
But the water droplets spread over a large area and at an extremely fast speed. Although his reaction was quick, it was still inevitable that he would get a few drops.
"Haha He Laosan, that's awesome! It's so awesome! Haha" The six people at the same table all slapped the table and laughed., pointing to the two drops of water on his lower body.
The water droplets were in an excellent position. At first glance, it looked as if they had accidentally fallen on him when he was urinating.
The burly man's face was gloomy, and his beard almost stood up. He didn't expect that he would be so ugly. He was really a thirty-year-old woman, and a child!
Qing'er also covered the mouth of the cherry, glanced at his lower body, quickly turned her eyes away, and spat, her face turned red, and she looked delicate and cute.
"Qing'er, come back." Song Wenqing coughed lightly and said calmly.
"Yes." Qing'er hurriedly responded, turned around and glanced at the burly man again, turned around and walked back to her seat.
"Where to go?!" The burly man roared, stretched out his palm, and the palm turned into claws, like an eagle fighting a rabbit, grabbing Qing'er's fragrant shoulder.
Qing'er stepped on her foot, took off her robe and changed her position, moved one foot sideways, dodged his sharp claws, turned around and groaned, with a hint of anger, "What a shameless guy!"
Everyone's eyes showed the color of blame. He was really shameless, and he was rough at such a little girl, and he was still attacked behind!
"You stinky girl, you're looking for death!" The big man's face was gloomy, his eyes were stern, and he missed one of his claws. He leaned out again and stretched out his claws, with five claws spread out, straight towards the middle palace, covering all the acupoints on her chest.
He moved his claws extremely fast, as fast as lightning, and made a hissing sound, as if the air was torn apart, which was quite terrifying.
Faced with such a fierce move, Qing'er remained unhurried, raised her white hands to her waist, clenched them into fists, and exhaled softly: "Drink!"
The snow-white pink fist was struck out at a high speed, directly striking hard towards the big man's claws, as if trying to use up his internal strength.
The big man grinned and kept his moves unchanged, which made everyone around him feel cruel and even more disgusted with him.
"Bang!" The voice was dull, like being defeated. Qing'er's graceful body took two steps back, and two red clouds flew up from her snow-white cheeks.
The burly man also "kicked" back two steps, very slowly, one step at a time, leaving footprints on the floor, about four inches deep, clearly visible.
His originally gloomy face became even gloomier, with a bit of flushing. He swallowed hard, breathed out slowly, and put his hands behind his back.
"Alas, Aunt Qing, this punch was not good!" Qing'er breathed naturally, turned to Song Wenqing and said, looking quite annoyed.
Song Wenqing had fallen next to her, his heart was beating hard, his face was pale, and his bright eyes showed anger.
The moves of the two of them just now were so fast that she had no time to stop them. Seeing her competing with each other in terms of internal strength, Hun'er was almost scared to death!
At her young age, she is not like the other girls of the Shuiyun Sect. Even though she is smart, her moves are only a little more sophisticated, but her internal strength is still very shallow.
The big man just now, judging from his shouting voice, you can tell that he has strong internal strength. She is going crazy when she compares her internal strength with others because of her shortcomings and the strength of her enemy! Thinking of this, her anger was rising.
"Nonsense! What's wrong with you!" she scolded angrily, glared at her fiercely, and angrily said, "Sit down!"
As he spoke, his white palms pressed onto her vest, sending a surge of internal energy into her body and suppressing her surging blood.
Qing'er stuck out her tongue, adjusted her breath for a long time, turned around, and said softly: "Sister Liu taught me this punch, but it's powerful! It's a pity that I didn't practice it well!"
"Oh?" Song Wenqing raised her delicate eyebrows, and while losing her inner strength, she said, "Is she Mr. Xiao's fifth junior sister?"
"Well," Qing'er nodded, her beautiful face full of excitement: "Sister Liu's martial arts is so powerful! I begged for a long time, and she finally gave me a killer move that I can use for self-defense!"
Song Wenqing was silent. Although she had not witnessed Liu Qingquan's martial arts, she had seen the martial arts of Li Ruoyun and Lin Xiaoqing with her own eyes. It was indeed unfathomable. He could learn such exquisite martial arts at such a young age. It can be seen that "Shuiyun Zhenjie" is indeed extraordinary.
"Hey, little girl, it's interesting. Come on, let's make some gestures!" On the other side, the burly man also adjusted his breath and shouted loudly.
Their conversation was interrupted, Qing'er was very unhappy and snorted: "You shameless guy, how can you bully a weak woman like me?!"
The big man choked immediately, and the six people at the same table screamed strangely again, laughing loudly: "He Laosan, the little girl choked him again, it's really amazing! Haha, it's amazing!"
"Shut up!" The burly man He Laosan became angry, turned around and glared at them, and cursed fiercely: "His grandma, I just don't believe in evil, can a little girl become a spirit?!"
After saying that, he looked around and jumped towardsMy son, I turned my palms into claws and attacked again.
"Shameless!" Song Wenqing snorted angrily and moved to stand in front of Qing'er.
"Choke¡ª¡ª!" Like a dragon's roar, the long sword on her slender waist was unsheathed, drawing a white rainbow and slashing diagonally towards He Laosan's wrist.
"What a sword! What a sword!" He Laosan tiptoed, took a step back, and missed the tip of the sword by just a hair. He stood with his arms folded, his eyes fixed on Song Wenqing's long sword, and he clicked his tongue.
Song Wenqing looked indifferent and snorted coldly: "Then let's try to win it!"
After saying that, Lotus Foot followed the Chaoyin footwork, and his figure suddenly accelerated. The long sword drew a series of sword shadows, and struck He Laosan at an extremely fast speed.
"My dear, you are such a hot beauty!" He Laosan let out a strange cry, retreated again, and dodged the long sword, as slippery as a loach.
Song Wenqing remained calm and turned a deaf ear. He saw through He Laosan's trick, which was to deliberately irritate himself and lose his cool.
"He Laosan, don't just hide away. It's the hardest to accept the kindness of a beauty. Why don't you get intimate with her?" His companion at the table shouted loudly, bursting into laughter.
Qing'er immediately turned around, glared at them angrily, and snorted: "Shameless lewd thieves!"
Song Wenqing raised his eyebrows, knowing that they were helping He Laosan to anger him, but such words were too harsh. Even if he didn't want to be angry, he still couldn't help but be angry.
¡°Chi¡ªchi¡ª¡± The long sword suddenly sped up, and she no longer held back her hand. The light of the sword was like lightning, creating a power grid that enveloped He Laosan.
With two muffled groans, He Laosan suffocated, then staggered and almost fell. He covered his left shoulder with his right hand, and blood gushed out from between his fingers.
Song Wenqing paused, holding the long sword across his chest, looking at He Laosan coldly.
"He Laosan?!" His companion couldn't help but exclaimed and asked loudly.
"What a cruel beauty!" He Laosan chuckled, waved his hand, indicating that it was okay, and gently tapped the acupuncture points on his left shoulder with his right hand to stop the bleeding.
His body was slippery, and he only suffered flesh injuries, which were not serious. However, he was plagued by bad luck today, and he unexpectedly capsized in the ditch one after another. He couldn't help but feel angry.
"Be careful, beauty, I'm going to be serious!" He Laosan wiped the blood from his hands on his clothes and grinned, as cruel as a wolf.
Song Wenqing turned his eyes slightly and glanced at the other six people with clear eyes. They all had sharp eyes and extraordinary momentum. From the bold tone of his words, he must have martial arts skills that are not weaker than He Laosan. Thinking of this, his heart sank slightly.
If there is only one He Laosan, she can defeat him if she uses Chaoyin Sword Technique, but if there are seven people, she may not be able to parry.
He Laosan suddenly let out a loud roar, and his clothes suddenly burst apart and turned into strips of cloth, revealing his muscular upper body. He shouted loudly: "Split Tiger Claws!"
With a fierce kick from his feet, he jumped out and rushed towards Song Wenqing, like a tiger descending from the mountain, with its beard and hair spread out, and its momentum was fierce and fierce.
"Qing'er, stand back!" Song Wenqing yelled, and his long sword suddenly lit up, and the "chi¡ª¡ª" whistle turned into a little cold light and went straight out.
Seeing the long sword intersecting with his hand, he moved his wrist and deflected the sword tip, approaching extremely fast, as if he was going to use his bare hands like a white blade.
"Hold on!" Song Wenqing screamed, his wrist trembled, and the tip of the sword suddenly trembled, turning into several waves of sword light, covering his palm.
He Laosan let out a muffled groan again, and retreated suddenly, like a frightened bird, retreating extremely fast.
"He Laosan, can we win it?!" Someone at the table was impatient and asked coldly, with a rude tone.
He Laosan covered his right palm with his left hand, his face was pale, he gave Song Wenqing a vicious look, and shook his head slightly: "The idea is prickly, it's better for Brother Fang to take action!"
"Hey, you can't kill a chicken with a butcher's knife. Brother Fang, let me do it for you!" A man stood next to him. He was taller and taller, with a face full of flesh, as if he was about to fall down at any time.
"Well, Sun Laowu, don't embarrass yourself again!" The second brother Fang looked at him with disbelief in his eyes.
"Brother Fang, don't worry!" Sun Laowu's face was full of confidence, and he patted his chest hard, making a thumping sound, as if he had been defeated.
Brother Fang nodded and waved his hand: "Well, okay, let's make a quick decision, we have to eat!"
"My little brother, I obey!" Sun Laowu said with a smile. When he laughed, the flesh on his face was squeezed together, making it impossible to see where his eyes were.
"Come on, little girl, let's play with my brother!" Sun Laowu licked his thick lips, grinned, showing his yellow teeth, and said with a smile.
Qing'er looked at him, a little disgusted, covered her nose, and hummed: "Who are you and what are you doing?"Come out to scare people? ! "
Sun Laowu couldn't help but change his face. Seeing Qing'er's face full of disgust, anger rose in his heart, his narrowed eyes slowly turned red, and his whole body started to tremble slightly.
"Aunt Qing, what's wrong with him? Is he angry?!" Qing'er turned around and asked Song Wenqing curiously.
"Why are you here again?!" Song Wenqing turned his head, frowned his delicate brows, and glared at Qing'er: "Sit back!"
"Okay" Qing'er pouted her cherry and walked back helplessly.
"Haha, it's so lively?!" A clear voice suddenly sounded, gentle, and floated into the ears of everyone in the hall.
"Mr. Xiao?!" Qing'er jumped up immediately and shouted happily.
The felt curtain was opened, and Xiao Yuesheng, dressed in mink fur, floated in, his steps were light and his expression was elegant.
When he stepped into the hall, his warm eyes turned to Song Wenqing, paused for a while, and finally stopped on Qing'er's face, he laughed and said: "Qing'er, we meet again."
"Mr. Xiao, why are you here?!" Qing'er trotted up to him and tilted her head to ask him.
"Haha, I'm here after you." Xiao Yuesheng smiled gently, glanced at Song Wenqing, walked towards her, and said with a smile: "You left something behind, so I had to send it over"
"Did you leave something behind?" Qing'er tilted her head and thought for a moment, then asked, "What is it?"
"Here, it's Miss Song's Lopa." Xiao Yuesheng came to Song Wenqing, took out a moon-white Lopa from his arms, and handed it over.
Song Wenqing's expression was always cold and cold. He only glanced at him when he came in, and then stopped looking at him. He glanced down at Luo Pa and realized that it was indeed his own. He suppressed his doubts and took it. He said calmly: "Thank you very much."
"It's natural for things to return to their original owners." Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, took two steps, sat in her original chair, and said to Qing'er: "Qing'er, have you had dinner?"
"Not yet!" Qing'er also came over, sat opposite, shook her head and said, "I just wanted to eat, but I couldn't!"
As he spoke, he glanced at the table next to him, wrinkled his nose, and snorted softly. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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