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Inside Ruyang Palace.

Zhao Min hid in her room alone, with a slight annoyance on her pretty face.

"Sister, sister, are you in the house?"

Suddenly, Wang Baobao's voice sounded outside the house.

"Not here!"

Zhao Min said angrily.

Wang Baobao smiled, of course he knew why his sister was angry this time.

In fact, he was also paying attention to Song Qingshu, after all, during this period of time, the whole world was paying attention to Song Qingshu.

It's just that Wang Baobao didn't understand why his sister paid special attention to Song Qingshu.

Pushing open the door, Wang Baobao walked in directly.

"Sister, brother got the latest information. It is said that the Husha Gang and the Iron Fist Sect are preparing to jointly kill Song Qingshu."

"Moreover, they also found a lot of people and set up an ambush in a valley. I'm afraid that this time, Song Qingshu's kid is too bad for you!"

Wang Baobao smiled slightly and said.

However, Zhao Min glanced at Wang Baobao with disdain.

"Just relying on these three teachers and nine class goods? Want to kill Song Qingshu too? I think they are going to die and it is almost the same!"

Wang Baobao was slightly taken aback.

What's wrong with my own girl? Didn't he make all these arrangements?

The last time she was insulted by Song Qingshu, even the two elders Xuanming died at the hands of the kid.

Shouldn't she wait for Song Qingshu to die?

Why these words seem to have the meaning of helping Song Qingshu to speak?

However, Wang Baobao dared not upset Zhao Min.

Don't look at him as a elder brother, but in this Royal Palace of Ruyang, Zhao Min is the absolute little princess, no one dares not spoil her.

Even Wang Baobao won't work.

Chapter 45-Moral Kidnapping

"Then, what do the younger sister think?" Wang Baobao asked tentatively.

After all, he had already seen during this period that Zhao Min's attention to Song Qingshu was really too much.

"Not so good, huh, this damn guy, can no one take care of him?"

Zhao Min didn't even glance at Wang Baobao, but was still angry.

When Wang Baobao heard this, his eyes rolled, and he seemed to understand something.

He smiled and said: "Dare to bully our beautiful and lovely princess. Don't worry, my sister. Brother personally arranged the arrangement and must have killed the Song Qingshu!"

...

"you dare!"

Suddenly, Zhao Min stood up suddenly and looked directly at Wang Baobao.

Wang Baobao was so scolded by Zhao Min, the teasing in his eyes became more obvious.

Zhao Min also found that he was wrong now, and then sat down again, and then said absently.

"That guy is my prey, you are not allowed to interfere."

Wang Bao P&I said with a smile: "Okay, okay, okay, your prey, brother will not interfere."

Naturally, Wang Baobao would not be true to this matter. Song Qingshu and Jianghu were not as important as Zhao Min's happiness in his eyes.

So when the conversation changed at this time, he said: "Sister, you see that the wind is beautiful today, it is better to go out with your brother to relax."

But at this time, Zhao Min, where is there any idea of ​​outing to relax?

"Get out, you give me out."

Zhao Min stood up, pushed and pulled Wang Baobao out of the boudoir, and then sat there in a daze.

At the door, Wang Baobao took a deep breath, his expression slowly becoming solemn.

"Song Qingshu, it seems that you can't be underestimated!"

...

At this time, Song Qingshu's four people were carrying a carriage, but they had already arrived in a valley.

His original plan was to go to Shaolin Temple, present the last head, and kick the sign of Zen Shaolin.

But this time, troubles continued along the way.

Song Qingshu didn't even remember that he had sent a few waves of troublemakers.

However, this trouble kept finding him.

Quiet valleys, bright sunshine, and birds flying by from time to time.

It's a rare good view.

Li Wuwang and Deng Wu'an were driving the carriage while exchanging the exercises taught to them by Song Qingshu.

The two talked and laughed, but it was lively.

But at this moment, suddenly a ringing arrow came.

In an instant, from both sides of the official road, at least hundreds of people rushed out.

Among these people, most of them held crossbows smeared with poison.

"There is an ambush!"

Li Wuwang drew his sword and jumped out of the carriage to protect it in front of it.

And Deng Wu'ai also pulled out his sword and stood up.

"Who are you waiting for? What do you want?"

Deng Wu'ai asked loudly, although he had guessed the intention of these people in his heart.

"Hmph, Demon Song, he didn't come out quickly to die!"

Sure enough, Song Qingshu came to trouble again.

Song Qingshu opened the carriage curtain, stepped out, and looked around.

Seeing these extremely nervous but greedy people, Song Qingshu shook his head slightly.

The desire for profit smokes one's heart, but the sky is thick.

What kind of cat or dog is really now, dare to come to him for trouble.

"Song Qingshu, you big demon, you are making trouble at Kongtong Huashan, killing my righteous knight, don't hurry up and die!"

Another person shouted loudly.

Song Qingshu looked at the man, but couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hehe, are you going to say the next sentence, handing over the Peerless Book of Heaven, I will spare you not to die?"

The man was so robbed of by Song Qingshu, but he didn't know how to answer the conversation.

Because in fact, he was prepared to say that.

When the companions around the person saw this scene, they immediately answered the conversation.

"Song Qingshu, the Peerless Book of Heaven is an opportunity handed down by the ancients. If you share it, then the whole martial arts can benefit."

"The enemy of Yuan and Mongolia is in front, and I am a fellow in martial arts, and we should have taken guarding the soil and protecting the people as our own duty!"

"If the powerful martial arts recorded in the Peerless Book of Heaven can benefit the martial arts, it will certainly benefit the world."

"But you are so selfish, swallowing the book of heaven secretly, you can keep the people of the world in your heart!"

Song Qingshu raised his head and looked at the man.

"A pair of sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, you mean, if I don't share the exercises with you, I will become a public enemy in the world, and I will be wicked?"

The man continued to speak proudly.

"Isn't it? You practiced the magical arts recorded in the Peerless Heavenly Book, and thus defeated thousands of Yuanren Iron Cavaliers by one person.

If magical power can be shared in the entire martial arts, wouldn't everyone be able to fight Yuanmeng cavalry alone?"

"At that time, how dare Yuan Meng be arrogant in my Central Plains?"

The more the man talked, the more proud he was, as if he would really fight against the Mongols if he had obtained some heavenly book.

Song Qingshu faintly smiled and said, "Oh, you are ambitious? Then you see, I will teach you the book of heaven, how about it?"

When the man heard this, he was immediately overjoyed.

But before he could answer, he heard someone shout loudly beside him.

"Song Qingshu, the Peerless Book of Heaven is the treasure of the martial arts, and you should share it with all martial arts colleagues."

"Yes, that is, we all have a share in the Peerless Book of Heaven!"

...

The noisy voice sounded, but Song Qingshu laughed.

"Haha, it's a good one to share with all martial arts colleagues. If I pass the so-called heavenly book to you, will you pass it on to the world?"

The man's expression changed slightly, and he didn't understand Song Qingshu's meaning.

However, Song Qingshu was too lazy to explain that a group of selfish guys were still playing moral kidnapping with him?

It is a pity that Song Qingshu has seen countless such methods.

To their level, too tender!

The Zhenwu Sword was slowly pulled out by Song Qingshu, and those "world heroes" who looked at Song Qingshu eagerly, unexpectedly looked forward to it.

It's a pity, don't say that this peerless book does not exist at all.

Even if Song Qingshu really has it, how could it be given to such nasty villains!

...

Three thousand thunderbolts unfolded, and Song Qingshu's figure turned into a phantom!

The thirteen swords of the Shenmen reappeared, and the shadows of the swords were accompanied by a wailing!

This time, Song Qingshu didn't kill anyone. He wanted to use these people to tell those who still wanted to make his mind.

If you want to use his idea, then you must be prepared to be abandoned!

Every time one sword goes down, one person must be cut off!

Don't they want the Peerless Book of Heaven?

Don't they long for more powerful martial arts?

So now Song Qingshu has turned them all into useless people!

Sometimes, you may not kill, which makes the enemy more desperate than killing the enemy!

When the carriage set off again, all that was left in this valley was a wailing.

No one died, not even a serious injury dying.

But each of them has been abolished by Song Qingshu and completely reduced to a waste.

Chapter 46: Three Divisions of the World Zhuge Liang, Dominate the Country Liu Bowen

In the arena, the matter was spread again.