Flower Stealing Master - Chapter 365

[Chapter 365 The dazed little dragon girl (middle)]

In addition to these two master-level masters, Zhao Min and his party had three more people.

One looks like a zombie and holds a mourning stick; the other has a high nose and deep eyes, curly hair and yellow beard. He is obviously a Hu man, but he wears Han clothes, with a pearl hanging from his neck and a jade bracelet on his wrist. The other is more unique, with two legs. He was completely supported by two crutches. With Song Qingshu’s knowledge, he recognized him at a glance as an Indian, and he seemed to be able to feel a curry smell coming from a distance

. Discrimination, but Indian curry is too famous, um, it sounds like I miss the taste of flying cakes.” Song Qingshu thought silently in his heart, thinking about the identities of several people, and dressed up according to the appearance of the three, not surprisingly, it was “God Sculptures”. The three Mongolian heroes, Xiaoxiangzi, Yin Kexi, and Nimoxing in The Return of the Heroes, but these three are clearly Kublai Khan’s subordinates, so how could they be with the Ruyang palace?

This is what Song Qingshu did not know. It turned out that the last time Zhao Min was robbed was of great importance. With Princess Huazheng present, Falun Gong Jinlun and the others couldn’t cover it up. The news quickly returned to Mongolia, Kublai Khan and Ruyang. Wang Da was shocked and sent his masters to come to rescue them, so now Zhao Min is really like a cloud of masters.

The old man in Qingpao was the master of the two elders of Xuanming. He was a Daoist of Baishuang who was a giant in the world decades ago. In those days, Daoist Baishen fought Zhang Sanfeng for hundreds of rounds, and he finally lost a move. Since then, he has lived in seclusion and studied martial arts. This time he returned to the Central Plains. , not necessarily without the shame of Yixue’s defeat at the hands of Zhang Sanfeng.

That head Tuo is from the Shaolin lineage in the Western Regions, the master of the King Kong Gate, and the master of Ah Er Asan. Ah Er Asan went to the Ruyang Palace and was shriveled several times by the masters of the Central Plains. He, the master, also had no light in his face, so he took the two. The people recruited them back and went out on their own, wanting to come and meet Zhang Wuji and other masters of the Central Plains for a while.

When Song Qingshu and Bing Xueer walked in from the gate, Zhao Min looked up thoughtfully and noticed Song Qingshu’s figure, a suspicious look flashed on his face, but fortunately, Hua Zheng just happened to come over to meet her at this time. Chatting, her attention was distracted, and she just didn’t let her subordinates trouble him.

There is also a group of people sitting in the west seat, surrounded by warriors in strong suits. In Song Qingshu’s opinion, they are not under the front guards of the Qing Dynasty. On the middle table sits a man in brocade clothes about 30 years old. Qing Zun, with a refined temperament, but Song Qingshu is now deeply cultivated, and can capture the gloom and ** in his eyes that are deliberately hidden.

There were also two master-level masters of Yue Zhiyuan Ting sitting next to him. One was tall, dressed in white, with a high nose and deep eyes, a brown face, full of heroic spirit, and his eyes were as sharp as swords. It was Song Qingshu. Ouyang Feng, an old acquaintance.

The other had brows like knives, a goatee, and a rebellious look on his face. Song Qingshu couldn’t guess his identity.

With two master-level masters guarding him, what exactly is the identity of this brocade-robed man?

There are too many masters in the field, and Song Qingshu is also facing a formidable enemy, but if he retreats, wouldn’t it be obvious that these people will cause trouble for him?

Song Qingshu smiled relievedly, stretched out his hand to hold Bingxue’er, and found a corner to sit down.

Originally, in front of so many people, Bing Xue’er didn’t dare to show anything to Song Qingshu, but now she was wearing a mask on her face, and she was much more courageous than usual, even though the pretty face under the mask was already red. Incomparable, but feeling the heat in Song Qingshu’s palm, he calmed down.

Sensing the tension between the two groups of people, Song Qingshu drank a little wine in a leisurely manner, and by the way teased Bing Xueer beside him, making the other party very jealous.

Although Bing Xue’er covered her face with a mask, her body was graceful and graceful. The skin exposed under the mask was fairer than snow, and her lips were rosy and attractive, which made many men in the restaurant drool, wishing to go forward and take off her mask. , look at the face under the mask.

The brocade-robed man raised the glass in front of him and drank it, his eyes never leaving Bing Xue’er’s soft and slender waist.

I thought in my heart: “Unfortunately, the situation is so treacherous now that it is not advisable to make enemies everywhere, otherwise it would be wonderful to find a subordinate to quietly capture this little lady back to the mansion.” Beside the charming Zhao Min and the heroic Hua Zheng, his heart is always full of fantasies, but it is a pity that he knows his identity, these two extremely noble women are absolutely untouchable.

The last time Murong Jingyue fled because of flirting with Ren Yingying, and Luzhangke was scolded by Zhao Min afterward. Not long after this incident, Luzhangke naturally did not dare to openly flirt with Bingxueer.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Zhao Min’s beautiful figure, and Luzhangke thought secretly: At the Wan’an Temple, with the help of Mingjiao, didn’t he have a good time with the little prince’s favorite Han Ji?

Han Ji’s body is white and tender, and the taste is really unforgettable.

Zhao Min, this little girl, had better not be caught by me, otherwise, she would definitely have a good time, put a big green hat on Zhang Wuji, and she could vent her hatred of being a bull and a horse for so many years.

Suddenly two Taoist priests rushed in in a panic, and an older Taoist priest said to the other: “Junior Brother Yin, that demon girl is very good at Qinggong. Although we grabbed two horses and took the opportunity to get rid of her for a while, it will not be long. She’ll catch up, let’s get some food as soon as possible, it’s the best way to get on the road early.”

Another Taoist priest looked dazed, nodding casually, and let his senior brother pull him to sit down.

Song Qingshu frowned, seeing that the two Taoists were wearing Quanzhen costumes, and then contacting the two to talk, it was not difficult to guess that the two were Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing.

“Who is the demon girl they speak of?” Song Qingshu was calm, but he had already carefully searched it in his mind.

In the golden book, there are two most famous demon girls, one is Huang Rong, who was a girl, but now Guo Jing and Quanzhen Sect have a good relationship, Huang Rong will never embarrass them; the other is Zhao Min, who is sitting not far away. Now, it’s naturally discharged; who else can be called a demon girl, could it be Li Mochou?

“Little Er, bring something delicious to Dao Master.” Zhao Zhijing shouted loudly, only then did he realize that the atmosphere in the restaurant was weird, and his voice was lowered immediately, “Junior Brother Yin, this is obviously not a place to stay for a long time. Go away.”

Yin Zhiping hummed, obviously not caring, just kept looking behind him.

A thousand households in Mongolia suddenly ran to Zhao Min and Huazheng and whispered.

It turned out that Genghis Khan invited Qiu Chuji to go to the Western Regions to meet him in the past, and consulted on the technique of longevity and longevity.

Qiu Chuji traveled thousands of miles to the west and accompanied him with 19 disciples. Yin Zhiping was the eldest disciple under his sect and was at ease within him.

Genghis Khan sent 200 soldiers and horses to enshrine the people who guard the hill and Chuji.

At that time, this thousand households were just a pawn, and they were among the two hundred people, so they knew Yin Zhiping.

Zhao Min’s beautiful eyes shone with brilliance. In the near future, the Ruyang Palace will replace Brother Ali Bu to deal with the Manchu and Jin Kingdoms. This Quanzhen Sect is located in the hinterland of the Jin Kingdom and is the largest faction in the Central Plains.

When Genghis Khan invited Qiu Chuji to go to the Western Regions, Zhao Min also heard about it. When she wanted to come, the Quanzhen Sect had a long history with Mongolia. If she used more means to draw the Quanzhen Sect over, she would definitely get twice the result with half the effort in dealing with Jin Guo in the future.

“Are these two Taoist priests of Quanzhen Sect?”

Zhao Min looked at the two Taoist priests with a smile.

Zhao Zhijing was startled. He didn’t expect that this graceful and beautiful woman would greet him with a smile. He was not good at women, but Zhao Minmingyan’s smile almost made his mind unsteady. He subconsciously said: “Exactly, the poor Daoist Zhao Zhijing, this is our junior brother Yin Zhiping.”

Yin Zhiping seemed to have lost his soul, focusing on the woman who was chasing them behind him. Facing Zhao Min, he was not as unbearable as Zhao Zhijing.

Hearing that the two of them were the third-generation chief disciple of Quanzhen Sect and the highest martial arts disciple, Zhao Min laughed even more happily, and reached out her hand to invite, “Can the two Taoists come over and drink a glass of water and wine?”

“This…” Zhao Zhijing was obviously tempted, but he thought that it was difficult to get rid of the haunted woman. If he stayed here for a while, I’m afraid the other party would catch up again.

Zhao Min’s mind is so smart, seeing Zhao Zhijing’s hesitant expression, he guessed the whole thing, and continued: “Is Daoist Zhao avoiding the enemy’s family? These guards around the little girl, although they do not say that the world is invincible, but It

‘s more than enough to protect the two Zhou Quan.”

“The little girl has such a big tone.” Ouyang Feng on the other side snorted coldly.

Zhao Min’s face turned cold, and the King Kong Sect Master seemed to have received a signal. He picked up a chopstick with his two fingers, and used a strong King Kong finger to flick towards Ouyang Feng’s face as quickly as lightning.

The chopsticks are like sharp arrows, accompanied by the sharp sound of breaking the wind, UU reading www.sonicmtl.com Ouyang Feng looked solemn, and was about to shoot it down, but the man beside him stretched out a pair of palms and calmly grabbed it The chopsticks in the air, rubbed with both hands, the chopsticks turned into a mass of powder.

The King Kong Sect Master was secretly shocked, this chopstick was attached with his own King Kong finger force. If an ordinary expert tries to pick it up, his palm will probably draw a blood mark that can be seen deep in the bone. down.

“Brother Qiu’s iron palm really lives up to its reputation.” Ouyang Feng showed a strange expression and handed over to the man. It turned out that the other party was the famous “Iron Palm Water Drift” Qiu Qianren.

“Brother Ouyang is laughing.” Qiu Qianren smiled lightly, but his heart was a little dignified. His iron palms cracked the stone like pounding tofu, and when he picked up the chopsticks that Tuo had shot from such a long distance just now, his palms were actually a little dignified. The pain is faint, and the opponent’s martial arts may not be under his own.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Daoist Baishuang said grimly: “Your Excellency is the Western poison in the Five Great Places of the Central Plains?”

Ouyang Feng said lightly, “What advice do you have?

” In the hands of Mao, how could Huashan’s argumentation of the sword go to your group of people who deceive the world and steal fame?” The Daoist Baishang showed contempt.

“If you don’t agree, you can come and try.” Ouyang Feng has been delirious over the years. After he regained consciousness, he regained the arrogance of the old Western poison. Although this Taoist person in front of him is no trivial matter, how can Ouyang Feng have any fear.

Song Qingshu looked at the two of them with a half-smile but not a smile, as if watching a play was not too big of a problem. How could she know that the restaurant suddenly became quiet, so she couldn’t help but follow everyone’s eyes to the door, only to see a woman with a beautiful face. Came in slowly.

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