Flower Stealing Master - Chapter 67

[Chapter 67 The Skill of Telling the Dead to Live]

“Pfft!” A mouthful of blood spat out wildly. If Song Qingshu hadn’t had a magical power to protect his body, ordinary people would have been broken by Hong Antong’s solid punch.

Sang Jie and the ancestor of the blood knife also attacked, Song Qingshu just resisted a few tricks, and the knife of the ancestor of the blood knife was placed on his neck.

“My life is over!” Song Qingshu felt a chill in his heart, and a picture of his head flying high flashed in his mind.

“Ding!” A hidden weapon hit the Blood Knife Old Ancestor Knife, and the three people in the field were shocked, not because of the strength of the shot, but because the hidden weapon was a golden snake cone!

Looking back in doubt, I saw Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu were besieging Jumozhi, and there was no space to launch this hidden weapon…

“Don’t look at it, I put the golden snake cone.” Xia Qingqing Shi Shiran walked in. At this time, she changed the charming temperament that turned all living beings upside down, with cloudy temples and mist, and a red drapery. The men in the field were watching In her eyes, she just felt very dignified.

Sang Jie dipped his fingers and restrained Song Qingshu’s large acupuncture points all over his body. He raised his head and asked in confusion, “Why didn’t Mrs. Yuan let me wait for his life to end?”

“I still have important things to ask him about my concubine. Thank you all for helping me catch him.” Xia Qingqing put her hands on her right waist and bowed her knees slightly.

Sang Jie and Hong Antong are okay, the former is a monk, the latter has not been close to women for many years, and the sweet wife in the family has no spare energy to irrigate, so although the two appreciate her beauty, they have no extra thoughts.

The ancestor of the blood knife was different. Looking at Xia Qingqing’s small willow waist when he was bowing, he could not wait to step forward to help her up. The greed in his eyes was fleeting. Thinking of his martial arts husband, he secretly sighed: Still Find another little lady, the girl who just pretended to be a woman was not bad.

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, but she didn’t expect that she would save her life in the end. Thinking of the tenderness of the two just now, she couldn’t help but sway in her heart.

Noticing his gaze, Xia Qingqing didn’t know what to think, her pretty face blushed, pretending to turn her head to care about the battle situation on the other side, and stopped looking at him.

Although Jiu Mozhi fell into a disadvantage, he could barely parry, but when the corner of his eye noticed that Song Qingshu was seriously injured and was captured, he couldn’t help but feel a chill in his heart, thinking that if he continued to fight, he might really want to see the Buddha.

He hurriedly urged Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu with all his strength to force Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu away, and jumped towards Song Qingshu: “Master Song, this poor monk is here to save you.”

Sang Jie and Hong Antong turned pale in shock, and both punched to meet Kumozhi in the air.

Unexpectedly, Jiu Mozhi was a false move. This palm looks terrifying, but in fact it has no strength at all. As soon as it came into contact with Sang Jie and Hong Antong’s strength, with the help of the thrust of the two, his body smashed through the window beside him like lightning. Disappearing in the night sky, no one thought of this change, Yuan Chengzhi and others were concerned about his martial arts skills, and no one wanted to continue chasing him.

“Master Wei, Young Master Song, the poor monk will go back and invite more experts, and I will come to rescue you.” Jiu Mozhi’s voice floated far away.

“Your companion is really loyal.” Xia Qingqing stood beside Song Qingshu and sneered.

“I didn’t expect that the journey of walking along the way for many days is not as good as the friendship with the girl for a while.” Song Qingshu sighed, “Qingqing Zijin, relax my heart, such a quiet girl, I should have thought of it long ago.”

When Wei Xiaobao saw that something was wrong, he quickly changed his face: “Sect Master Hong Xianfu Yongxiang, longevity and heaven!”

“Blood Sword Sect Master Wen Cheng Wude…”

“Archmage, you are full of life…”

After a while of incoherent flattery, seeing everyone just sneering, Wei Xiaobao sighed: “Hey, his grandfather’s, it’s my father’s fault today. If he wants to kill him, he will be a good man again. Sixteen years later!”

“Didn’t you people in the Central Plains say, ‘Will you be a hero again after 18 years’?” Sang Jie thought he remembered it wrong, and glanced at his companion in confusion.

“Your grandfather, I think 18 years is too long. It’s not good to want to come out two years early.” Wei Xiaobao stared, thinking that he would die anyway, but he became very hard-hearted.

“Everyone, the officers and soldiers outside the city will be here in a moment,

We’d better leave early.

“Yuan Chengzhi came over and said.

“Since I’ve saved my cousin, I won’t bother you anymore. Don’t leave it here.” Murong Fu clasped his fists with both hands, but thought in his heart. Originally, the Golden Snake King, Shenlong Sect Master, Blood Knife Sect Master, and Sang Jie Mage are all powerful and powerful. Maybe it will help you in your own revival.

It’s a pity that they robbed and killed Wei Xiaobao, the most favored emperor of the Qing Dynasty, and I am afraid they will usher in tragic revenge.

“Nan Murong really lives up to his reputation. Being able to fight side by side with Master Murong, Yuan Mou is really happy for his life.” The two teamed up to deal with Jiu Mozhi just now, and Yuan Chengzhi admired his profound and exquisite martial arts.

“Cousin, Song Gongzi he…” Wang Yuyan pulled Lamu Rongfu’s sleeve and looked at Song Qingshu with a sullen expression on the side, her eyes were full of worry.

“Thank you Miss Wang for your concern, Song You won’t die for a while, you don’t have to worry about me, I believe that since this thief brought me into this world, he won’t let me die so easily, hahaha…” Song Qingshu spat out a mouthful of blood, and his laughter was full of desolation.

It turned out that Song Qingshu knew the nature of using Murong Fu to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. With so many masters on the scene, it was impossible for him to rescue him. It was estimated that he would finally give a series of high-sounding reasons and politely refuse.

Why should I listen to those hypocritical words, and I will be disgusted when I die…

“After a long absence, Song Gongzi is still so open-minded… Cousin, this is not a place to stay for a long time, let’s go.” Murong Fu dragged Wang Yuyan and disappeared at the door of the inn.

“Miss Wang, wait for me.” Duan Yu hurriedly chased after him.

Song Qingshu and Wei Xiaobao were tied up by Wuhua and thrown into a carriage, and a group of people hurried out of the city.

When Duolong arrived at the Lichun Courtyard with a large group of troops, he looked at the guards who were lying on the ground, Wei Xiaobao had no idea where he was going, and he couldn’t help but look ashen, and ordered, “Let me go out of the city to chase!”

Yuan Chengzhi and his party were well prepared. After disguising, the escape route was very tortuous, and they quickly got rid of the pursuers.

When he stopped to rest at noon one day, the blood knife ancestor gave Wei Xiaobao a fierce look, turned his head and said to Yuan Chengzhi: “Golden Snake King, why didn’t you kill this kid with one knife, and have to work hard to take him to escape?”

The ancestors of the blood knife and Sang can leave Yangzhou when they form a knot, but they are afraid that Wei Xiaobao will be rescued and the mission will fail, so they follow Yuan Chengzhi and his party all the way, but these few days of hiding in Tibet has made them quite impatient. , Ancestor Blood Knife finally asked.

“Yuan intends to bring this dog officer back to the Golden Snake Camp and invite the leaders of the rebels from all walks of life in Shandong to come and kill him to sacrifice the flag together, so as to strengthen the momentum of my Shandong rebels.” Yuan Chengzhi thought of the days of the rebels since Kangxi came to power. It’s getting more and more sad. In recent years, the morale of the rebels has been somewhat low, and they have long lost the spirit of the year. I hope that by killing an emperor’s confidant and love, he will inspire people’s hearts.

Wei Xiaobao felt a chill in his heart when he heard it, thinking: His grandfather’s, this little black face looks honest and honest, how can he be so cruel and ruthless, he will be cut with a thousand cuts when he goes back.

On the contrary, it is this fierce blood knife ancestor…

His eyes rolled around, and he suddenly came to his heart and shouted, “Ouch, I want to pee.”

The ancestor of the blood knife just walked up to him and said impatiently: “I pee in my crotch.”

Wei Xiaobao showed a flattering smile: “Of course I don’t care, it’s just that my urine is fishy and sultry, which will inevitably disturb your interest in eating.”

“Unlucky!” The ancestor of the blood knife threw the biscuits in his hand aside, lifted him to a place ten meters away, and untied the rope on his body, “Well, hurry up, if your kid dares to run, I will pick the ancestor. Break your hamstrings.”

“Hey, how dare you, in fact, Xiaobao just wants to talk to your ancestor.” Wei Xiaobao looked at him with a smile, how could he look like he was in a rush to urinate before.

“I have something to say to you.” Blood Knife Ancestor turned his head in disdain.

“Ancestor, do you think that if I die, you will complete the mission?” Wei Xiaobao didn’t care and asked instead.

“Naturally, so you should hurry up and die.” Ancestor Blood Knife glared at him fiercely.

“It’s ridiculous, it’s really ridiculous.” Wei Xiaobao shook his head and looked at him with pity.

The ancestor of the blood knife was stared straight by him, and couldn’t help asking: “What are you laughing at.”

“I laugh at you and that lama being stupid, big tortoise eggs, and being their thugs for nothing, but they didn’t even catch a fart.” Wei Xiaobao gave him a contemptuous look.

“You don’t have to stir up trouble,” the ancestor of the blood knife smiled, “The ancestor eats more salt than your boy eats rice.”

“That Yuan Chengzhi is nothing. He killed me to gain the support of the Shandong Rebel Army and improve his prestige. What good will my death do to you?” Wei Xiaobao asked with a sneer.

“How could it be no good.” The ancestor of the blood knife said, “The Seventh Prince wanted you to die. We have the same goal as Yuan Chengzhi, and we just get what we need.”

“Everyone gets what they need,” Wei Xiaobao sneered, “May I ask what your lord wants me to die for? Where are we now?”

“Naturally, I want to get rid of Kangxi’s right-hand man, eh! No…” The blood knife ancestor was startled, and realized that the seventh prince was mainly to destroy the alliance between the Qing Dynasty and the Song Kingdom. He killed Wei Xiaobao in the Song Kingdom, and the Song Kingdom There is an inseparable relationship, the envoys are dead, the covenant is naturally impossible to talk about, and Kangxi may go to war with Song when he is angry, and invite his teachers to ask for guilt.

But now Wei Xiaobao has long left the Song Dynasty and is in the Manchu territory!

“Hmph, it would be better if Kangxi’s arm was broken.” The ancestor of the blood knife was still stubborn.

“Hey, it’s a bit embarrassing to say, but I still have to confess that I, Wei Xiaobao, have nothing else to do except stalking horses, embezzling and accepting bribes? How can I be regarded as the right arm of the emperor’s old man.” Wei Xiaobao said with a bitter face, ” If you really let me die, I’m afraid you won’t be able to stand out under the Seventh Prince in the future.”

The ancestor of the blood knife was bluffed: “How is it possible!”

“Think about it, in the eyes of the Seventh Prince, it was incompetence that you failed to kill me in the territory of the Song Kingdom; you caught me later, but did not bring me back to Mongolia, and took the opportunity to threaten our emperor, but Allowing others to kill me is mindless; such an incompetent and mindless person, how could the Seventh Lord rest assured to use you again?” Wei Xiaobao’s smile became more and more treacherous.

[End of this Chapter]