Taking song Qingshu's lightness skill at this time, unless the guard knows someone in advance, it is impossible to find the invasion of song Qingshu at that moment. What's more, the guard at the gate seems to be afraid of Yan Ping. At this time, they all look down at the ground and don't notice song Qingshu.

As soon as song Qingshu entered the door, he was on his toes, and the whole person lay down in the shadow of the roof. The whole process was completed in one go. If those famous lightness masters in the river and lake witnessed all this, they would be ashamed.

"Why?" Wan Yanping suddenly turns around and looks back at her. However, her eyes are full of respectful subordinates. She frowns slightly, and soon laughs that she is too suspicious. Huanyi courtyard is unknown to the world, and it is in the deep of the heavily guarded imperial palace. How can anyone find it.

Looking at the back of Yan Ping and his party, song Qingshu breathes a sigh of relief. His sister-in-law's sixth sense is really terrible.

Next, he was more careful. Fortunately, there was no one in the room except a guard behind the door. What he wanted to do was to guard the outside and the inside. Only then could song Qingshu hang calmly behind Wan Yanping and others. Otherwise, no matter how good his lightness skills were, it would be hard for him not to show his trace in public.

After Yan Ping, she quickly comes to a row of rooms and says it's a room. In fact, it's more suitable to describe it as a prison. The walls are not made of clay and bricks, but iron fences made of fine iron. Through the railings, you can see how many people are sitting inside.

Song Qingshu's eyes were so sharp that he recognized Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting for the first time. There was another middle-aged man with a square face, a broad nose, a mild and peaceful expression, a little gray at the temples, and a gentle and elegant temperament. He was quite charming. If he was thinner, he would be better.

Although song Qingshu had never seen him before, the feeling of reverence and fear in his heart made him react at once. This man is song Yuanqiao.

Looking at this cheap father, song Qingshu's mood at this time can be described as mixed. If he has any father son relationship with song Yuanqiao, it's pure bullshit. After all, he is just a soul of later generations.

However, it is difficult for song Qingshu to treat him as a passer-by. After all, he is very lonely in this world. Song Yuanqiao is also his relative, not to mention taking possession of his son's body - although his son actually died at the lion slaughtering meeting, and died in the hands of Wudang sect - song Qingshu inevitably has a sense of guilt.

"Great Xia song, after such a long time, do you really think about it?" When song Qingshu was in a trance, Wan Yanping had already opened her mouth.

Song Yuanqiao opened his eyes, looked at her faintly, and then closed his eyes again, as if he didn't hear her question. On one side, Yin Liting said angrily, "siren, no matter how much you say, it's useless. We will never reveal Wudang's unique skills."

Song Qingshu hid aside and looked on coldly. He could not help nodding his head. His cheap father was worthy of being the leader of Wudang. On the contrary, Yin Liting was obviously young and impatient, and he was not calm.

However, he also had to thank Yin Liting for his calmness and let him understand what Wan Yanping wanted from them.

"Wudang's unique skill?" Wan Yanping snorted with disdain, "if your Wudang martial arts are so powerful, we won't catch you here."

"What do you say, witch?" Yin Liting was angry and anxious. You should know that the most important thing in the Jianghu was the reputation of the school. If she was not in prison now, her words just now would cause a duel.

"It seems that Wudang's martial arts are really poor. As one of the seven swordsmen of Wudang, Yan Liuxia is young, but her ears are not working well. Tut tut ~" Wan Yanping pointed her foot a little, hooked up a nearby bench, sat down, supported her chin, and looked at Yan Liting with a smile.

Yin Liting's face turned red. Just as he was about to say something, song Yuanqiao opened his eyes and shook his head at him. Then he said faintly, "since you don't like Wudang's martial arts, why do you have to ask us all the time?"

Wan Yanping snorted: "although your Wudang martial arts are not very advanced, the good thing is that the threshold is low. It's very suitable for military promotion, so that ordinary soldiers can learn."

"Siren, the song and Jin Dynasties are different. Do you think we will disclose our martial arts to you so that you can train your soldiers and use them to fight against the song people in the future?" Zhang Songxi, who had been silent before, said coldly.

"Four Xia Zhang, as I have said before, these soldiers are used to deal with Mongolia. You fought with Mongolia for many years in the Southern Song Dynasty, and you can be regarded as a deep enemy like the sea. The enemy of the enemy is a friend. Why not let the kingdom of Jin help you consume the strength of the Mongols?" Wan Yanping frowned, still explaining patiently.

Song Qingshu was also surprised to hear her saying this. Suddenly, he thought that these wars with Mongolia had caused too many casualties. Now he had to recruit a large number of Han soldiers in China. Ordinary Han soldiers are not as brave and good at fighting as Nu Zhen soldiers, so they can't deal with the Mongolian army. Wudang has a low threshold of martial arts, It is very suitable for improving the physical quality of ordinary soldiers. If it can be widely promoted in the army, it can form considerable combat effectiveness in the shortest time.

Zhang Songxi replied coldly, "you don't have to be so eloquent. We will never reveal Wudang's unique skills."

Wanyanping immediately put away her smile and stood up abruptly: "I've been trying to persuade each other for a long time. I thought that everyone would like to cooperate with each other. In the future, Wudang is the national religion. Who knows that you don't have to drink a toast. Do you really think I can't make you open your mouth?"

Song Yuanqiao light said: "since we fall into your hands, did not want to live out, to kill to cut whatever you like."

"To kill or to cut?" Wan Yanping sneered, "there are more painful things in this world than death."

Hiding in the dark, song Qingshu secretly adjusts his true Qi. If his cheap sister-in-law really wants to kill or torture him, he will even expose his deeds.

"Do you know where this is?" Wan Yanping said suddenly. Seeing that the other three were at a loss, she chuckled, "this place is called Huanyi courtyard. It's nominally a place to wash clothes for the nobles in the Imperial Palace, but do you know what the identities of these maids who wash clothes are?"

Wan Yanping walked in front of the prison with both hands on her shoulders, laughing more playfully: "as people of the Song Dynasty, you should remember the" shame of Jingkang ". In those years, the second prince and the Jinyuan Prefecture conquered Tokyo and captured the two emperors Hui and Qin. At the same time, they also captured thousands of princesses, princesses, aristocratic wives and women, except those who died and were taken into their houses by some princes and generals, The rest are locked up in this Huanyi yard. "

"Of course, after so many years, those women have died, but those young and infant princesses have all grown up now..." Wan Yanping's voice suddenly turned cold. "If the people of Song Dynasty knew that Wu Dang chivalry, who is famous for his chivalry, had raped those golden branches and leaves in the Kingdom of Jin, Do you think Wudang school could still have a foothold in the Southern Song Dynasty? "