Hearing the desolation in jiumozhi's tone, song Qingshu worried about his friend's collapse and comforted him: "don't be too disheartened by the king of Ming. This is not a little girl, but the Lord of the ethereal peak lingjiu palace. He said that there is no second way to kill. It's no shame to lose to her."

"Tianshan TongLao?" Jiumozhi was surprised. He had heard the name of the elder, but looking at the little girl who was only about ten years old, it was hard to connect them.

"Hum ~" she didn't like being looked at like this. She turned around and left him a lonely and proud figure.

Song Qingshu continued: "moreover, King Ming just because of the information asymmetry, you have the heart of contempt at the beginning. You don't have the skill to look after your family. If you use the flame knife, it's still unknown who will win."

What he said is not a compliment. The reason why Hatoyama lost to xuzhu in the original book is that when he went to Shaolin, he would use 72 unique skills to hit Shaolin Temple in the face. But if he died, xuzhu would also have little wuxianggong, and his cultivation was more complete than him. As a result, the fake 72 unique skills that he used to urge with xiaowuxianggong were suppressed everywhere. Later, he was forced to use his own Kung Fu, One hand was held by Xu Zhu again and he couldn't break free. It happened that the flame knife needed both hands to make it. As a result, his ability was greatly reduced, and he was defeated by Xu Zhu's hand. If he really fought between life and death, Xu Zhu, who had no actual combat experience, would have died long ago.

Hearing what he said, the depression on jiumozhi's face had just subsided. He knew that he was deliberately saving face for himself and could not help feeling grateful.

At this time, Tianshan Tongmu could not help humming: "if I had not only recovered 60% or 70% of my skill, I would not have needed so many moves to restrain him."

Song Qingshu smiles a little. It's clear that her skill has recovered to 70% or 80% now. However, she knows that she is arrogant and doesn't argue with her. Considering the two people's peak strength, even if Hatoyama uses the flame knife, it may not be able to take advantage, but it will not be so easy for Tianshan TongLao to win.

Jiumozhi was originally a Wuchi. After hearing this, he put his hands together and gave a salute: "when the elder has recovered all his strength, I'll ask him again."

Hearing his respectful tone, Tianshan TongLao was just a little bit helpful.

Seeing that the break time was almost over, song Qingshu called everyone on the road together. When he learned the identity of Tianshan TongLao, jiumozhi regained his fighting spirit and volunteered to go with them.

Along the way, jiumozhi kept asking Tianshan Tongmu some martial arts questions. Although Tianshan Tongmu was tired of it, she ate too much in Song Qingshu during this time and enjoyed the feeling of being a senior, so she was still patient to answer questions with him.

After a long journey, Li Qinglu suddenly said, "menglang, can we have a rest? We can do martial arts. It doesn't matter if we go on the road like this, but Yuyan is very weak. I'm afraid she can't stand the ride." Although she and this cheap cousin had never known each other before, they were somewhat similar in appearance, and after all, they were related by blood, so they could not help but take care of each other.

Song Qingshu looked back and saw that Wang Yuyan was haggard and embarrassed. He must have been supporting all the way, so he nodded and said, "well, there's just a market ahead. Let's settle down there." It's not too far away from Zhonggu mountain in Songzhou, so we don't have to go as fast as before.

Soon they found an inn. When they dismounted, Wang Yuyan almost fell down. Fortunately, Li Qinglu helped her: "what's the matter with you?"

"No... nothing." Wang Yuyan covers the inside of her thigh. Her face turns red. How can she say that she was hurt in front of another man.

It's just that old drivers like song Qingshu don't understand what's going on. It doesn't matter that Li Qiushui and Tianshan TongLao are good at martial arts. Jiu Mozhi also lives in the open air and travels through mountains and rivers. Li Qinglu grew up in Xixia. She has no lack of horse riding. Wang Yuyan, the only one who has never ridden a horse, is sure to have never ridden such a long journey, No accident, the delicate thigh has already been worn skin, naturally appears to be some inconvenience.

It suddenly occurred to song Qingshu that it was popular on the Internet of the former world that some girls claimed that when they were young, they accidentally broke the membrane by riding a bicycle. Compared with bicycles, the saddle was harder and more bumpy, and it would not be easier

"Bah, bah, bah, it's so obscene. What are you thinking in your head?" Song Qingshu despised himself.

"What are you doing, brother song?" At this time, Wang Yuyan happened to pass by him. Seeing that he was talking to himself, she could not help asking curiously. She and song Qingshu had known each other for a long time. At first, she helped each other, but later, they helped each other several times. They were old acquaintances. The voice of big brother was quite smooth. Calling her brother-in-law made her feel strange.

"Nothing." Song Qingshu's face turned red. "Let's have some rest in it."

The owner of the hotel saw that they were handsome in men and charming in women, and they had more than a dozen tall horses. Naturally, he knew that they were coming. He immediately told the young man to take the horse to the stable and feed them with good fodder. Then he welcomed them in and arranged them in a seat by the window.

"What does Ming Wang like to eat?" Song Qingshu can order for other girls, but jiumozhi is a monk after all. He doesn't know what taboos he has in his diet.

"One dish of vegetables, two steamed buns." With his hands folded and his face showing a smile, Hatoyama Chi felt that the venerable Kasyapa was smiling.

Song Qingshu saw that his tone was ordinary, and obviously he could not be faked, so he could not help admiring him secretly. You know, he was a person of Esoteric Buddhism. He did not have so many taboos as Zen Buddhism in the Central Plains, and he still kept fast. In many ways, he was a respected eminent monk.

"Give the master some exquisite dishes, and then make a pot of good tea." Song Qingshu naturally could not let him really eat steamed bread with vegetables.

Jiumozhi nodded slightly: "thank you, brother song." He didn't pretend to refuse. It can be seen that apart from his obsession with martial arts, his mood has reached the level of Gujing bubo.

At this time, a group of people came into the inn again. The second boy beside him couldn't help but wonder, "what day is it today? I have met so many masters."

Song Qingshu and his party looked at it curiously. Just at this time, a surprise voice suddenly sounded at the door: "Miss Wang!" Then a figure like smoke and fog rushed to Wang Yuyan.

Jiumozhi frowned. In his opinion, Wang Yuyan and song Qingshu are very close. Maybe they are the younger brothers and sisters in the future. How can they let other men get close to them? With a flick of his hand, a flame knife cleaves directly to the figure.

See that figure twist with an unimaginable angle, danger again danger avoided that knife, just this change body shape, can't stop the momentum any more, directly hit Wang Yuyan body in the past: "Miss Wang, get out of the way!"

But Wang Yuyan can't do martial arts. Where can she avoid it?

"Lingbo micro step?" Fortunately, there is Li Qiushui sitting beside Wang Yuyan. Seeing the figure's steps, he can't help frowning and brushing his sleeves gently to the void. The aggressive figure seems to hit a wall and falls to the ground.