Chapter 58

Song Qingshu moved in his heart and looked downstairs. He saw two men and two women coming in. A monk about 50 years old, wearing cloth clothes and shoes, seemed to have a bright face. He looked like a super master.

Another young man, a son of a noble family, with a face like crown jade and a gentle temperament, was looking at the side face of the girl in Lotus color.

The girl's eyebrows are lightly locked, and she looks delicate and timid. It's Wang Yuyan who met her in mantuo villa that day.

Not far away from them, a girl in black clenched the hilt of her sword and followed in. It was another Mu Wanqing in Huashan before.

"Mohakakra, take the pure and complete precepts as the oath, why does the king of Ming get angry with a little girl, why don't you come up and drink a glass of wine?" In his previous life, song Qingshu often met his business partners who were mediocre and elegant and believed in Buddhism. He specially spent some time to study some Buddhist knowledge, so he broke the origin of Dalun Mingwang in one word.

Mohakakra is a transliteration of Sanskrit from the Ming king of Dalun. Jiumozhi didn't expect that someone in Jiangnan would recognize him at a glance. Looking up, he was just a teenager. In doubt, he came up with Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu. When Mu Wanqing saw song Qingshu behind him, his eyes were a little happy. Soon he didn't know what he thought of. He looked gloomy and followed up with a complicated look.

"I'm dead, I'm dead! Where did such a beautiful woman come from? If this beautiful woman gives me to be a wife, the little emperor will not change his position with me. I, trinket, have no choice but to marry this girl As soon as Wang Yuyan went upstairs, trinket felt as if he had been hit hard by an invisible hammer on his chest, and his mouth was dry and he was stunned.

Man's instinct makes Duan Yu immediately realize the coveted meaning in Trinket's eyes. He subconsciously blocks Wang YuYan's eyes and blocks each other's hot sight.

Notice his action, Mu Wanqing heart a pain, a rage sat next to the song Qingshu.

"I didn't expect that we would meet so soon when Huashan said goodbye." Song Qingshu turned to look at Mu Wanqing. The beauty's face didn't decrease, but there were a few more tired colors on her pretty face.

"Wan Mei, do you know this young master?" Duan Yu noticed that the relationship between them seemed to be unusual. Although Mu Wanqing has become his own sister now, there is still a trace of discomfort in his heart.

"He's my husband!" When Mu Wanqing said this, he was surprised.

It turns out that Mu Wanqing's heart is broken when his elder brother becomes his own brother. In Huashan, when he hears that Duan Yu has been captured by Jiu Mozhi, he hastens to help her. How can he know that the former lover is so quick that his heart is on the girl Wang.

Duan Yu's quick empathy and farewell made Mu Wanqing feel very cold all the way. At this time, when she saw song Qingshu, Mu Wanqing felt a little warm in her heart. Of course, this sentence was more deliberately said to Duan Yu to annoy him.

When he was blocked just now, trinket had a chance to look at Mu Wanqing. He was stunned. He compared the two girls back and forth. He could not help but praise them: "brother song, sister-in-law is really beautiful!" However, it was a pity to be a brother. If she wasn't the elder brother's woman and she was so beautiful, she would have got her hands on anything.

Jiumozhi didn't have time to watch a group of crazy men and women quarrel with each other. He palmed his hands together and said, "what's your opinion?"

"In Tubo, the king of Ming Dynasty used his unique skill of" flame knife "to wipe out the underworld cult, which made him very influential in the western region. What's more, he was a man who had great wisdom, was proficient in Buddhism, and had been fascinated for a long time. How dare he talk about enlightenment?" Song Qingshu smiles modestly.

Jiumo has a good face. If this young man just praises his martial arts, he doesn't feel much. After all, there are not many people in the Central Plains Wulin who have seen him do it. Most of them praise his martial arts; However, the other side seems to be more respectful of their own Buddhism, which can not be false.

Wang Yuyan just saw song Qingshu. Her eyes brightened and she asked happily, "son song, your injury has been cured?"

"Thanks for the advice of Miss Wang that day. My lower meridians have recovered." Song Qingshu gave her a kind smile.

"So you know each other." Jiumozhi snorted coldly, but he was not worried. Among the people here, the one with pigtails can't do martial arts at first sight. The woman standing behind him has limited martial arts, and Mu Wanqing doesn't pay attention to him. I'm afraid the young man on the opposite side is a bit tricky, but considering that he is a weak teenager, how can his martial arts be higher.

"In the past, song was greatly favored by Miss Wang. Now that he saw Miss Wang suffering, although he thought that her martial arts skills were low, he had no reason to stand by. If he offended, I hope the king of Ming will forgive him." Song Qingshu didn't really want to fight him. He just wanted to let Trinket see the martial arts of Hatoyama. Then he realized that what he had said was true. By the way, he gave Wang Yuyan a favor. Why not.

"The son of the Song Dynasty is rich and handsome, but he has the style of ancient righteous. I admire him. It's a pity that I have something important to ask Miss Wang, so I have to offend her. " Jiumozhi's speech is refined and elegant, just like an eminent monk.

"Brother Wei, this is the expert I mentioned to you before. Take a closer look. It's up to you to persuade him to join us later." Before Song Qingshu stood up, he whispered in Trinket's ear.

Not to mention that when the two people confront each other, their clothes are windless, and the situation is imminent. Somewhere thousands of miles away, there is a great event related to the life and death of song Qingshu's trinket.

Deep in the mountains of Shandong Province, Yuan Chengzhi, commander of the Golden Snake camp, looked at the three people in the tent as if facing a big enemy: "you are gathering at the Golden Snake camp this time. I don't know what you can do for me."

It's no wonder that he is nervous. One is the leader of Liaodong dragon sect, the other is the leader of Qinghai Xuedao sect, and the other is master SANGJIE, the first master of zhenyanzong, one of the four schools of Tibetan esoteric sect. They are all first-class martial arts experts. Although they have already made their obeisances in advance, they seem to have no malice, but the three together make yuan Chengzhi alert.

"Why should the king of the Golden Snake be so defensive against us? Now we have common enemies. They are not friends." Master SANGJIE is white and fat. When he laughs, he always has the illusion that he does not laugh.

"Please forgive Mr. Yuan for not understanding your meaning." Yuan Chengzhi's heart moved and said quietly.

"Why is the king of the Golden Snake pretending to be confused?" said Hong Antong, the leader of the Dragon cult. "We are all here for trinket. I heard that Trinket's south alliance is false. It's true to deal with you."

"We didn't have to work together with so many experts to deal with a trinket," xuedaolaozu said suddenly. "I could have taken the life of Trinket a few days ago, but suddenly a young man with excellent martial arts appeared around him. Hey," xuedaolaozu looked around and said with a smile, "in my opinion, fight alone, I'm afraid none of you is the opponent of the young man, so I'm running around and want to join hands with you... "