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This girl looks, but she is five or six years old.

However, common people in troubled times mature far earlier than children of later generations, and some poor women even married at the age of eleven or twelve.

So five or six-year-old girls already understand a lot of things in poor families.

Song Qing said: "Do you want to learn to kill?"

Tears flickered in the girl's eyes: "My brother died in Mongolia's hands in order to protect me."

"Do you want to learn to kill and avenge your brother?"

The girl shook her head and said firmly: "No, my brother said that he will not forget me when he is reborn, so I will try to live until he comes back.

I will wait for him to come back, and then replace me to protect him.

If anyone wants to kill my brother in the future, then I will kill him!"

"In the red dust, waiting for your brother to return?"

A weirdness flashed in Song Qingshu's eyes, and then a mocking sneer appeared on his face: "You are worthy of it!"

The little girl bit her lip, stopped Song Qing before writing, and looked straight into his eyes.

"I... why am I not worthy?"

The girl stopped before Song Qing wrote, and she looked reluctant, and immediately shocked the surrounding townspeople.

"Huahua come back soon!"

"Heroes saved us all, you must not be rude to the heroes~!"

"Hero, the little girl is ignorant, don't care about Huahua."

...

A red light flashed in Song Qingshu's eyes, and a terrible aura radiated from him: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

At this moment, the aura on Song Qingshu's body was a hundred times more terrifying than those Mongols.

Not to mention the townspeople around, even the five disciples of Mingjiao and Wudang were subconsciously silent, afraid to say a word.

Invincible hegemony, invincible sword intent, and endless bloody murderous aura.

The triple field radiated from Song Qingshu, even if it was not fully urged, it was still not something ordinary people could resist.

The little girl was trembling all over, and she felt that the handsome and handsome elder brother in front of her seemed to be the most terrifying devil in the world.

There was a voice in her heart, madly letting her escape.

But she still did not leave after all: "I...I am not afraid!"

The little girl's voice was trembling and slight, with unease and fear, like a frightened little dog.

She is not ashamed, because facing Song Qingshu, even the vicious Mongols are scared to urinate.

And she is just a five-year-old girl.

The murderous aura on Song Qingshu's body grew stronger and stronger.

The Zhenwu sword trembled, as if it would go out of its sheath to kill people in the next second.

"Less boss, don't be impulsive!"

"Just a ignorant little girl, Song Shaoxia should not be familiar with her."

"Little girl, don't know what's wrong, let's go!"

...

Li Wuwang and the others came back to their senses, and quickly persuaded that Song Qingshu was really addicted, so they killed this little girl.

On her immature little face, sweat dripped down, and the girl's lips had bitten blood.

It's moving, a girl so small has such a terrible will and is so cruel to herself.

"Big Brother, please teach me to kill!"

The girl knelt on the ground, trembling all over, her thin body made people feel distressed when she looked at it.

Song Qingshu sneered and said, "A person who begs for mercy will never become a strong one."

Cang!

The Zhenwu sword was unsheathed, and the terrifying sword aura instantly flooded the whole world.

"Little boss, don't be impulsive!"

"I'm in Wudang, and I'm a decent person, so I can't have a few heads!"

Li Wuwang and Deng Wu'an knelt down together towards Song Qingshu and pleaded bitterly.

As for the Mingjiao Army, the trembling hands were already on the hilt, ready to stop Song Qingshu at any time.

Song Qingshu slowly raised the Zhenwu sword: "Are you serious about not going out?"

The girl trembled all over, but she still insisted on looking straight at Song Qingshu: "Huahua's life was saved by the big brother.

Big brother wants to kill Huahua, Huahua... Don't blame Big Brother Huahua!

As long as the elder brother teaches Huahua martial arts, let Huahua do anything!"

Cang!

The Zhenwu sword pierced the bluestone slab, three points into the stone, and its sharp and terrifying sharpness.

Song Qingshu turned and went away: "By my side, there is no need for a poor beggar.

The Mongolian soldiers outside the city have broken their hands and feet. You cut off their heads with a true martial sword and brought them to see me."

After saying a word, Song Qingshu's figure has disappeared in front of everyone.

Deng Wu'an looked ugly: "The young master is too much, isn't this embarrassing the little girl!"

It is not easy for a five-year-old girl to lift a real sword, let alone kill with a real sword.

After all, even an adult can hardly cross that barrier in my heart.

Li Wuwang thought more. He looked at the thin girl who stood up strong and walked towards Zhen Wujian, thoughtfully.

"You are too simple to think, is it true that anyone can hold the sword?"

Deng Wu'ai was taken aback for a moment, and he was not a fool either: "You mean, the young master really moved the heart of accepting disciples. Is this testing her?"

Li Wuwang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "How can we figure out the idea of ​​being less in charge?

Let's go, keep up with this little girl, don't let her have any accidents with Zhenwu Jian."

Five arena, second-rate masters, obediently followed a thin and weak girl, and walked outside the city gate.

Several years later, this city and this battle were recorded in the annals of history.

Spread eternally.

...

The words were divided into two parts. After leaving the Zhenwu sword, Song Qingshu returned to the closed chamber of Wudang Fenruo.

The girl's determined expression appeared in his mind, and Song Qingshu shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"What I practiced is Heaven Swallowing Devil Art, but I came across a dark brother controlling Lolita, which is kind of interesting.

Well, give her a chance and see if she can grasp it!"

Just before everyone else, Song Qingshu seemed ruthless and cold-blooded, but she was stopped by the girl and pleaded hard, not moving her compassionate heart.

However, in fact, if Song Qingshu wants to leave...

How can a five-year-old girl stop her?

"I don't care about her, let's deal with your own affairs first! It's really a bit troublesome," Song Qingshu sat cross-legged.

He had just been fighting with the group of Mongolian soldiers, seemingly in complete control of the rhythm, and killed all the Mongolian soldiers.

But in fact, at a certain time, Song Qingshen also had problems.

His cultivation level improved too quickly, and with the help of the Heavenly Emperor's preaching opportunity, he had only crossed over for a month, and his cultivation level reached the acquired realm.

But his soul and spiritual strength did not improve much.

Suddenly possessing a terrifyingly powerful force, his mood is easily out of balance, just now Song Qingshu killed Red Eye when he was killing.

A voice sounded in his heart, asking him to slaughter everyone, turn it into his own fertilizer, and nurture the supreme demonic fetus.

If Song Qingshu had not accepted Amitabha's inheritance before, he would be awakened at a critical time.

Perhaps Song Qingshu at this time is already obsessed with the feeling of killing, and it is difficult to extricate himself.

In fact, this is also one of the reasons why the descendants of "The Demon Skill of Swallowing Heaven" are enemies all over the world in the Big Dipper.

Demon skills that take common people’s life as a sacrifice naturally tend to breed the magical thought of “destroying the world and proving the way”.

If you are not careful, you may become addicted to killing and turn into a shocking monster!

If not, there is no need for the Emperor Ruthless in his later years to create the "immortal kung fu", fade away the demon body, and become a god.

"You have to think of a way and ask those guys in the group what to do."

Song Qingshu rubbed his head and clicked on the qq group.

Chapter 23 Nuwa visualization map, congratulations from the emperors of the heavens

Open the qq group, and at this time the discussion of the emperor scriptures by the emperors of the heavens has basically stopped.

After all, textual discussions are no better than preaching, and many exchanges on the meaning and laws are difficult to carry out.

So after Song Qingshu asked the emperors of the heavens to upload the exercises to the group file, the emperors of the heavens only discussed for a while, and then went to study the exercises they were interested in.

At this time, only a few people in the group were chatting.

"How should I let these guys help and solve the problem of the swallowing magic power for me!"

Song Qingshu was a little helpless. Before, he pretended to be arrogant in front of the emperors of the heavens, so that the emperors of the heavens thought he was a great figure.

If I ran out and told them that I practiced "The Demon Skill of Swallowing Heaven", and I also had magical thoughts...

Then, his previous'brilliant' image, hasn't it all collapsed?

After all, with the back heel, you can think of the demons in the process of practicing "The Demon Skill of Swallowing Heaven", and this group of guys didn't take it seriously.

If this were not the case, when the Ruthless Empress uploaded the exercises, she would not completely mention a solution.

Hey, regret shouldn't be forced.

One force, it takes thousands of force to round it!

Song Qing stared blankly at the chat of the members of the group, thinking about how to find excuses.

Yuanhuang Dao Zun: "The cultivation methods of the Daoists in the group are truly dazzling and eye-opening."

Saint King: "It's the extreme, the extreme. Some exercises are of great use even for you and me."

Dao Ancestor: "Holy King and Taoist Fellow, I have a lover who is very obsessed with body refining, but I am not good at body refining. I wonder if you can teach him your "Shen Xiang Prison Power"?"

Everyone in the chat group is an emperor-level figure who suppressed an era, proud and peerless.

Therefore, even if they can download the exercises in the group files at will, they will not easily spread them.

If you want to obtain exercises for someone close to you, you must ask the creator of the exercises and get their permission.

This is the dignity of being the supreme powerhouse.

Of course, these powerhouses really don't care about the spread of their practice.

Saint King: "If the Daoist Daoist Fellow needs it, you can take it, it doesn't matter."

Dao Ancestor: "Then I would like to thank the holy king and Dao friends."

...

Seeing the saint king chatting with Dao Zu, Song Qingshu's mind suddenly came to light.

He had an idea in his heart, smiled and said in the group.