Chapter 50: The Golden Book's No. 1 Practical Expert

Although those monks were wearing cassocks, they couldn't hide the ferocity on their faces. Coupled with the strange scimitar in their hands, Song Qingshu immediately realized that these should be disciples of the Blood Sword Sect.

"Why did the members of the Xuedao sect come to assassinate Wei Xiaobao?" Song Qingshu was very puzzled. The two should have nothing to do with each other.

However, Song Qingshu didn't plan to rescue people now, and the timing of saving people is also important. Now that Wei Xiaobao's guards are strong enough, even if he knocks down the monks with blood knives, it may not be very important to Wei Xiaobao. He is in a desperate situation, and the effect of saving lives can be maximized.

What did you say that you don't expect to reciprocate your kindness? Sorry, Song Qingshu has never been that kind of person.

The martial arts of the monks of the Blood Knife Sect were far superior to those of the Sword and Bell Heroes. It was quite difficult for Wei Xiaobao's imperial guards to deal with them. It was only by virtue of the superiority in numbers that they were able to defeat the assassins.

"Grandpa Wei has found some satisfactory lovers during this trip to the south of the Yangtze River." After a long laugh, Song Qingshu noticed a middle-aged monk with a brave face appeared on the roof. Bright bald head.

Seeing that iconic movement, and then contacting his self-proclaimed name, Song Qingshu thought to himself, could it be the ancestor of the blood knife, the master who defies the sky in actual combat?

In Jin Yong's novels, the ancestor of the blood knife is definitely not the highest in martial arts, but he has the most brilliant record. Facing four masters of the same level as himself, he finally killed three of them and captured one. He can be called the number one in the actual combat school. people.

Wei Xiaobao didn't know the name of the Blood Knife Patriarch, but when he saw the aura of his appearance, he rubbed his ears that ached from his laughter, and thought to himself: "Spicy mother, my subordinates will take a look with these few." It's even a tie for the young monk, and this new old monk almost has 'I'm a master' written on his forehead, and when he makes a move, Wei Xiaobao will become a dead little treasure."

Immediately there was a smiley face on his face, and he said with a smile: "Senior has a majestic and majestic temperament. At first glance, he looks like Senior Huaguo. My little treasure loves making friends the most in his life. I just met a beautiful young lady today. If Senior looks pleasing to the eye If you don't, just take it away, don't be polite to me."

Shui Sheng on the side made a strong and indignant sound, but it's a pity that the small mouth had already been blocked, and in the end it all turned into a whining sound.

The ancestor of Xuedao glanced at Shui Sheng unexpectedly, couldn't help touching his chin back and forth, nodded and said: "Well, she is indeed a beautiful woman, well, her eyebrows are still unopened, and she is still a big girl with yellow flowers, not bad, old ancestor like."

Wei Xiaobao looked at him with a look of admiration: "An expert is indeed an expert. From such a distance, one can tell that this little lady is still a child. Xiaobao's admiration for you is like a surging river, endless... "

The ancestor of Xuedao laughed dryly: "Everyone says that Lord Wei of the Qing Dynasty is a little hero who donates money with righteousness, and he really deserves his reputation when he sees him today. If it weren't for each other, the ancestor really wanted to make friends with you, but it's a pity , It's really a pity."

Hearing his words, Wei Xiaobao broke out in cold sweat, and secretly regretted that he didn't bring Fat Toutuo, Lu Gaoxuan, or the brothers from Tiandihui Qingmutang over for a while, otherwise he wouldn't be so vulnerable. It's so loud, it's useless at the critical moment, if I can escape this time, I will let Xiaoxuanzi drive you all back to your hometown...

While Wei Xiaobao was thinking wildly, his subordinates had already been dealt with by the Blood Knife Monk.

Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian led a few remaining guards in front of Wei Xiaobao, their voices trembling: "Wei... Lord Wei, the situation is... not good."

"It's not good, you big-headed ghost, anyone can see it." Wei Xiaobao cursed speechlessly, "Everyone else is dead, why didn't you two get hurt at all?"

Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian looked at each other, and could only smile awkwardly.

Song Qingshu saw that the time was almost up, and with Wei Xiaobao's urinating nature, who knows if he would suddenly be eloquent and escape by his own ability, at that time his wishful thinking would pass by.

Coughing lightly, Song Qingshu came out from the dark, looked at the members of the Blood Knife Sect, shook his head and sighed, "The monks are merciful, and the masters actually broke the precept to kill. It is really a heinous crime."

Wei Xiaobao's eyes lit up when he saw Song Qingshu. He claimed to be the second best in the world in his ability to perceive words and emotions, but no one dared to say he was number one.

Mu Wanqing and even Feng Qingyang thought the wooden sword on his back was a decoration, but Wei Xiaobao saw it was unusual at a glance, "With such a handsome appearance, he is either an idiot or an outsider. Seeing his calm and composed expression, it is obviously not the former."

"This hero is carrying a wooden sword on his back. He looks like a master among experts. These evil monks have no mercy from the Buddhist family. They want to kill us, so I hope the hero will save us." Wei Xiaobao once gained confidence. , the attitude immediately took a 180-degree turn.

"Hmph, quitting killing is a thing of your Zen sect in the Central Plains. We Tibetan Buddhists don't have so many rules." The ancestor of Xuedao smiled, looked at the wooden sword on Song Qingshu's back, hesitated, and asked: "I said, little brother, can your wooden sword really hurt people?" Although he had never heard of using a wooden sword as a weapon, his innate instinct still made him subconsciously fear Song Qingshu.

"Your Excellency's blood knife can hurt people, why can't my wooden sword hurt people?" Song Qingshu smiled lightly, but his heart exploded with excitement. This kind of pretentiousness is really not bad.

The Blood Knife Patriarch hesitated for a moment, but still beckoned his disciples to attack. Today, the world is in chaos, and many sects in the Western Regions are looking for their own masters. Most of them lead to Mongolia, which is more powerful, but it is a matter of knowledge to seek refuge in the Mongolian prince. Mu Zhen loves Brother Ali Bu, the grandson of the Seventh Emperor, and the position of Da Khan will definitely be passed on to him in the future, so he leads the Xuedaomen to seek refuge with Brother Ali Bu.

Now Brother Ali is staying on the Mongolian prairie, at loggerheads with the Manchus. This time they found out that Kangxi had sent his most trusted confidant, Wei Xiaobao, to the southern state of Song to discuss alliance matters.

Brother Ali was worried that after the alliance between the Qing Dynasty and the Song Dynasty, there would be no worries, and his situation would be even more difficult. Knowing this, the Blood Knife Patriarch volunteered and led all his disciples to the south, intending to intercept and kill Wei Xiaobao in the Great Song Dynasty. In this way, Manchu Qing and Song Kingdom would not be able to form an alliance, and might even launch a big war because of Wei Xiaobao's death .

Although his intuition told that the strange young man in front of Patriarch Xuedao was not easy, but time was running out, and he had to make a quick decision to kill Wei Xiaobao before the court of Song Dynasty could react. So let the disciples take the lead and try Song Qingshu's reality.