Zhang Wuji cried even harder when he heard Xie Xun asked about his parents. He thought he was already strong, but in front of his adoptive father, he was willing to put down any pretense.
"Father, my parents, they are all dead." Zhang Wuji said sadly.
"What." When Xie Xun heard this, he immediately went crazy. A lion-like aura spread from his side, and the leaves in the forest couldn't help being blown away by him.
However, although Song Qingshu fell not far away from him, he was not affected at all. He just felt that Xie Xun valued friendship in his heart.
You must know that ten years have passed since Zhang Wuji and his family left. What can't be forgotten in ten years? Although Zhang Cuishan and his wife said nicely that they must take their child to the Central Plains for his future, they still left Xie Xun behind.
Xie Xun can still treat Zhang Wuji like this. It can only be said that he has a pure heart. However, such a person's family was ruined by this piece of shit like Cheng Kun.
Cheng Kun, you really deserve to die.
"Everyone, it's almost time to watch the show. It's time to go." Song Qingshu looked at the Beggar Clan disciples and Dai Qisi and said.
They had never imagined that Xie Xun would suddenly have an adopted son, but just because this made them give up on snatching the dragon-slaying knife was just nonsense.
"Who do you think you are, here..." A disciple of the Beggar Clan shouted jealously as he looked at Song Qingshu, who had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes and was accompanied by a beautiful woman.
"Pah." A clear slap sounded in the woods.
As soon as he said it, he saw that before the Beggar Clan disciple finished speaking, Song Qingshu suddenly took action and slapped him in the face, knocking him unconscious.
"Who are you to humiliate me, a Beggar Clan disciple, like this?" Chen Youliang saw this and spoke up for the injured.
"Wudang, Song Qingshu." Song Qingshu replied calmly.
"Jade-faced Mengchang Song Qingshu!" Suddenly a Beggar Clan disciple exclaimed.
The remaining Beggar Clan disciples had obviously heard of Song Qingshu's name.
You must know that Song Qingshu became famous in one battle on Guangmingding last year. There are rumors in the world that his martial arts skills are not inferior to Zhang Zhenren's.
"Your Excellency, when you ask someone else's name, don't you give your own name?" Song Qingshu sneered.
Both inside and outside the words were mocking the disciples of the Beggar Clan for not knowing etiquette.
Chen Youliang was also a good person. He immediately understood what Song Qingshu meant, put away his sword, and saluted Song Qingshu and his party: "Chen Youliang, a disciple of the Beggar Clan."
Is he Chen Youliang? Song Qingshu looked at the heroic man in front of him, and his heart stirred. In the original work, Song Qingshu fell into Chen Youliang's cunning plan and killed his uncle Mo Shenggu by mistake, and then defected to the Wudang Sect.
In particular, this man stirred up the situation after returning to the Central Plains. He was the largest rebel leader in the Jiangnan area. If he had not established a country and proclaimed himself emperor early, which caused disunity among the people, he would even become a strong opponent of Zhu Yuanzhang in the future.
Song Qing wrote without changing his expression and said with heartbeat: "So you are a disciple of the Beggar Clan, but if you don't stay well in the Central Plains, why are you here at this indifferent Spirit Snake Island?"
Chen Youliang and the others naturally wanted to monopolize the dragon-slaying sword.
After all, there is such a saying in the world.
The supreme king of martial arts, slaying dragons with his sword, commands the world, no one dares to disobey, no one can stand up to the sky, no one can compete with him.
If they are lucky enough to get the Dragon Slaying Sword and discover its secrets, they will be able to unify the world in just a short time.
Song Qingshu saw them hesitating and did not dare to say more, and said with a half-smile, "They are not here for the dragon-slaying knife, right?"
Song Qingshu revealed the secret, and Chen Youliang and the others no longer concealed it, and said: "It is true that they came here for the Dragon Slaying Sword. It is the most precious treasure in the world and the virtuous will live in it."
When Xie Xun heard this, he immediately laughed. He stood up and said to Chen Youliang and the others: "What nonsense are you talking about? The dragon-slaying knife is in my hand. If you want to snatch it, prepare your heads." ”
Zhang Wuji stood beside Xie Xun and hated Chen Youliang and others.
Chen Youliang and others looked at each other, suddenly raised their swords and said, "In this case, don't blame us for being rude."
Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a little amused when he saw this. The Beggar Gang came from the Condor Shooting World, and its situation was getting worse and worse. He thought back then, it was the largest gang in the world in the hands of Qi Gong and Ronger.
Although Xie Xun had some strength, Song Qingshu didn't dare to bother him as a blind man to take action. Song Qingshu used Qinggong and fell into the Beggar Clan's disciples.
Facing their swords and weapons, Song Qingshu didn't panic at all. He used his inner strength to wrap his fist and hit the blade. A gap was immediately made in the iron sword, and even the knife was shaken off.
Someone wanted to make a sneak attack from behind, but Song Qingshu's figure was as slippery as a loach in the quagmire. No one could hit him with a knife. Instead, as soon as he handed the knife over, Song Qingshu hit his arm with the back of his fist, breaking the bones. It responds and breaks, making a clicking sound.
Song Qingshu didn't hold back at all and treated Chen Youliang with special care. He punched Chen Youliang in the chest with all his strength.
As Chen Youliang's body was beaten backwards, a large amount of blood mist spurted out from his mouth, and the smell of blood spread to the west.
Chen Youliang fell to the ground and died, but it only took three seconds. Before he died, he looked at Song Qingshu, his eyes widened. It was obvious that he had never thought that he would die like this.
At the same time, his death shocked the rest of the Beggar Clan disciples. They no longer cared about Brother Youliang, and they scattered in groups and fled to the west.
Song Qingshu's effortless killing method shocked Dai Qisi and her daughter who were watching the battle, when Song Qingshu set his sights on them.
Dai Qisi couldn't help but said: "Young Master Song, I don't want to go against you. I will keep what happened here a secret until the end. I hope Young Master Song will let us go."
Song Qingshu didn't say anything. He was thinking about how to maximize the benefits. After all, Dai Qisi's identity was a saint of the Persian Ming Cult, which was still somewhat useful.
At this moment, Xie Xun suddenly said: "Qingshu, for my sake, please let them go. If they hadn't taken me to Spirit Snake Island and provided me with food and clothing, I wouldn't have been able to persist." Until now.”
Xie Xun learned the identities of Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo from Zhang Wuji, and he couldn't bear the death of Dai Qisi, so he immediately said.
Song Qingshu looked at Xie Xun and Zhang Wuji, and finally nodded and said: "Yes, but they have to work for me for five years, and I will give them their freedom after five years."
After hearing this, Dai Qisi thought a lot in her mind, and she suddenly said: "Okay, but I ask Young Master Song to agree to a few requests. If you don't want to, why don't you kill me now."
Song Qingshu didn't care about her request and said calmly: "Let's talk about it."
"As a sinner of the Mingjiao, I must not be sorry for the Mingjiao. In the past five years, Young Master Song cannot ask me to deal with the Mingjiao." Dai Qisi said.
Song Qingshu nodded and said, "Okay."
Dai Qisi continued: "And..."
Dai Qisi glanced at Song Qingshu with a complex expression and said: "We must not force our mother and daughter to do anything with you."
"Ahem." Song Qingshu couldn't help coughing twice after hearing this.
Zhou Zhiruo looked at Dai Qisi with an unhappy expression. Although she knew she was beautiful, you are already ten years old. How could you think that Brother Qingshu is attracted to you?
"I agree to your conditions." Song Qingshu replied immediately as he had no idea about them.
