Chapter 12

Song Qingshu carried every punch and foot that he put on his body very hard, holding vegetables and drinking wine calmly as usual. Although he said that under the opponent's fists, there was hardly a mouthful of vegetables and a cup of wine could be delivered to his mouth smoothly.

"Good man!" Not far away, a boy of about seven or eight years old on a table clapped his head and said to a beautiful woman wrapped in snow-white fur, "mother, I want to save him."

A group of local ruffians are also tired of fighting. The key is that song Qingshu looks like a dead man. They are tired of fighting. At this time, when they hear someone coming out, they immediately stop and find that it is a seven or eight year old baby. They burst into laughter. When they see the face of the woman next to him, they suddenly become lustful.

The local ruffian leader opened his mouth and said, "Oh, the little lady is so beautiful. If you come to have a drink with me, I won't care about you."

"Bastard, dare to insult my mother!" The boy was so angry that he grabbed the bench and threw it.

The local ruffian leader didn't expect that he would fight. He was beaten to pieces. In a rage, he said to his brothers, "fight me to death. Don't move that little lady."

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was beaten black and blue, and he couldn't really see the situation there. He just felt that a few men with fierce back rushed to a child.

When he saw the crowd, the boy was not in a hurry. He put down a local ruffian and stood in the middle. He was surrounded by the crowd. After several fights, the crowd didn't take advantage of him.

"Why?" When song Qingshu looked carefully, he saw that the boy's hand was very short. He raised his hand and kicked his feet. He couldn't get out half a foot away, but his moves were so dense that there was no flaw in his whole body. Therefore, several hooligans couldn't get in at all.

Song Qingshu found that his palm technique was mainly based on keeping, which was quite the essence of Taiji skill. He also thought about his connection with Wudang. Considering his status as a deserter of Wudang, he planned to leave first to avoid embarrassment.

However, he noticed that although the boy had a great family style, he was too young and suffered too much in strength, and gradually fell into the disadvantage.

As a result, it was difficult for him to leave. Several ruffians could not take down a child for such a long time, and they could not hang on their faces. One of them was so cruel that he pulled out his knife and cut at the boy.

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was so surprised that he grabbed a bench and rushed to it. If the child was killed because he saved himself, he would be guilty for a lifetime.

The woman wrapped in the white fur also gave her hand. A white ribbon flew out, entangled the boy in the circle, pulled him back and pulled him out of the circle.

Seeing that song Qingshu was besieged, he hesitated for a moment, stepped on the table next to him and flew over. Others saw a flash of white light, and the woman rushed into the battle circle. Song Qingshu felt light and was sent to the boy by a soft force.

Song Qingshu looked up and saw that the white silk ribbon in the woman's hand was like a white dragon, hovering up and down, but he heard the sound of choking, choking, ah, ah, bang Peng, bang Peng. In the blink of an eye, the lady grabbed all the men's weapons with the silk ribbon, and everyone fell downstairs.

Song Qing was staring at everything in front of her eyes, but she didn't expect that this charming woman's martial arts skills were so powerful. She thought, is the woman in white, armed with white silk, a little dragon girl? Looking at the tiger Headed Boy, song Qingshu has a bad feeling in his heart: he was full of fantasy about little dragon girl, but he didn't expect her sons to be so old.

The woman politely nods to song Qingshu, then takes the boy's hand and goes downstairs. Song Qingshu is full of questions and can't help swallowing them all.

The boy turned around and made a face for him, shrugged his shoulders and made song Qingshu amused.

After hesitation, song Qingshu decided to catch up. Little dragon girl can be said to be the dream lover of all men. Now what about having a baby? Song Qingshu doesn't want to miss the chance to meet her.

"Miss long, wait..." Song Qingshu panted all the way to catch up.

When she heard that he was obviously calling herself, the woman stopped and looked back: "did you recognize the wrong person? I don't believe in dragons. "

"Why do you call me a girl?" The tiger headed boy stares at him angrily.

Song Qingshu is stunned. Isn't it Xiao Longnu? He quickly apologized and said, "I see my wife's clothes and weapons. They are very similar to someone in my impression. I hope my wife will forgive me. In the next song Qingshu, thank you for your help. "

At this time, the boy chimed in: "it's clear that I saved you. You don't thank me, but you thank my mother. I'm sure I've got a bad idea when I see my mother's beauty. Just now I thought you were a good man with iron bone, but now it seems that you are just an apprentice. "

His words made both adults very embarrassed. The woman in white glared at her son: "Phil, don't talk nonsense!" Then he cast an apologetic look at Song Qingshu, "if a child is not sensible, don't mind."

Hearing the woman calling him fei'er, Song Qing blurted out: "are you Mrs. Hu?"

The woman looked at him warily: "I haven't seen you before."

Song Qingshu was very excited. He squatted down, grabbed the boy's shoulders and asked, "are you Hu Fei, the flying fox in the snow mountain?"

The boy looked at him in surprise: "I'm Hu Fei. I'm not a flying fox. Eh, this name is very powerful. I'll use it as a nickname in the future!"

Mrs. Hu quietly pulled Hu Fei over and asked in a deep voice, "why do you know our mother and son?"

"I respect chivalrous and righteous people since I was a child, and I have a better understanding of some things in the river and lake under my careful attention." Song Qingshu prevaricated and suddenly frowned. Looking at the crystal like lovely person in front of me, he hesitated and asked, "but I heard that when great Xia Hu died, Mrs. Hu also died..."

Mrs. Hu smiles and looks at Hu Fei fondly: "at that time, I was really going to follow elder brother Hu, but when I drew the sword, Fei Er burst into tears. It suddenly occurred to me that although great Xia Miao is a gentleman, it's hard to protect villains, so I decided to bring up brother Hu's only blood and bone. "

Song Qingshu didn't expect that the plot had changed. It seemed that the butterfly effect that he had passed through began to appear. When he was worried about gain and loss, Hu Fei excitedly pulled his sleeve and looked at him expectantly: "do you know my father?"

Song Qingshu came back, heard his question, looked into the sky, and said: "Liaodong Hu Yidao, when you meet the evildoer, it's a Dao. It's a great hero that song has always admired, but it's a pity that it's because of his saving."

Seeing his admiration for her husband, Mrs. Hu's face softened. She seemed to recall the days when she was fighting for justice with her husband, and a sweet smile appeared on her lips.