Chapter 77: Sweet Girl
The group consisted of thousands of people. Wherever they passed, various sects and sects surrendered, and some were stubborn and unwilling to surrender. They were soon razed to the ground by the three thousand knights camp.
In the main forum of Hebei Feiyun Gang, the gang leader knelt on the ground and trembled. Wei Xiaobao stood in the main seat and read out the canonization of the imperial court in a nonsensical manner.
Seeing the regret and unwillingness in the eyes of the leader, Song Qingshu couldn't help but curse: I don't know what these ancient people were pretending to be. Isn't it just to accept the canonization of the imperial court and nominally show loyalty to the Qing Dynasty? Although I suffered a little loss in terms of face, I didn't lose any of my inner qualities. Why should each one of them look like their ancestral graves were dug up? There are still so many sects who choose to use an egg to attack a stone, causing the entire sect to be expelled from the world...
Of course, Song Qingshu didn't know how much these ancients valued this title. In the late Ming Dynasty, the line of Tang kings and the line of Gui kings even fought over who was the orthodox Ming Dynasty, and fought to the death first, which was a waste of money for the Manchus...
If the Feiyun Gang accepts the canonization of the Qing Dynasty, then in this life he will never be able to get close to other circles that are oriented toward the Qing Dynasty. As the saying goes, people with different paths will not work together.
"It's really difficult to understand the thinking of these ancient people." Song Qingshu shook his head to dispel the distracting thoughts in his mind. He opened the information in his hand to check which sect would be the next unlucky one. The words 'Wangwu Sect' suddenly came into view, and his heart couldn't help but move. .
A few days later, the army quickly arrived at the foot of Wangwu Mountain. Local officials introduced the situation of Wangwu Faction to Wei Xiaobao in the middle tent: "Situ Bolei, the leader of Wangwu Faction, was an old general of Pingxi King Wu Sangui. He was dissatisfied with Pingxi King and took refuge with him. I, the Qing Dynasty, led a group of people into exile in the rivers and lakes in anger, and finally ended up in Wangwu Mountain and became bandits..."
"The terrain of Wangwu Mountain is dangerous, and the trail up the mountain is guarded by the opponent's well-trained subordinates. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack..." The local official said while observing Wei Xiaobao's face.
It turns out that Situ Bolei has thousands of people, many of whom were veterans who were good at fighting in the past. Since settling in Wangwu Mountain, local officials have not tried to clear them out, but it is a pity that the yamen agents were licking blood from the sword heads of the group. It has no effect in front of people.
Considering that this group of people showed no signs of rebellion, the local officials were afraid that reporting to the imperial court would affect their political performance, so they simply turned a blind eye. This led to the fact that the Wangwu faction is now getting bigger and bigger, and can actually compete with the imperial army. Fight against each other.
"For Sir Wei, my subordinates have sent people to investigate. Wangwu Mountain is indeed easy to defend but difficult to attack. If we try to attack by force, we will probably suffer heavy losses." A general from the heroic cavalry battalion said in Wei Xiaobao's ear.
"Grandma, you are a bear. It seems that this group of Wangwu faction is doing something to oppose the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty. I wonder if it has anything to do with the world?" Wei Xiaobao felt agitated in his heart and quickly waved his hands and said, "Tonight, everyone will set up camp and rest. After all, the attack on the Wangwu faction needs long-term planning."
All the generals resigned one after another and looked at Shuang'er, who was dressed as a soldier. Song Qingshu smiled like Duolong and others, and left wisely.
"Xiaobao, this Wangwu sect member is a benevolent and righteous person at first glance, but you helped the Qing emperor to destroy it. My whole family died at the hands of the Manchu Tatars..." Seeing everyone leaving, Shuang'er couldn't help but His eyes were red, and he looked at Wei Xiaobao sadly.
"Shuang'er, the emperor's fate is difficult, and there's nothing I can do about it, husband." Wei Xiaobao let out a long breath.
"Then it's not enough if we don't become high-ranking officials of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. Wouldn't it be a hundred times happier to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests than the fear we have now?" Shuang'er looked at Wei Xiaobao full of hope.
"That's not necessarily the case..." Wei Xiaobao disagreed in his heart. He couldn't bear to part with this glory and wealth, so he quickly coaxed: "Good Shuang'er, you also know that hubby, I am the incense master of Qingmu Hall of Tiandihui. I will definitely find a way to protect the royal house. Sent, but this method still needs time to think about..."
"Xiaobao, I knew you were the best." Shuang'er burst into tears and laughed.
Song Qingshu, who twitched his ears and walked deliberately slowly, listened to the whispers coming from the two people in the tent and smiled in his heart: It seems that Wei Xiaobao also wants to let the Wangwu faction go, so that will be easy.
After nightfall, Song Qingshu put on his night clothes, put on a silver armor mask, and quietly sneaked up to Wangwu Mountain.
The army was approaching, and the Wangwu faction had already felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. They were heavily guarded on the way up the mountain, so even a rabbit couldn't escape.
Who knew that Song Qingshu had a peerless light skill that left no trace in the sand. When he used it with all his strength, the guards would often only detect a slight breeze, but Song Qingshu had already passed by. All the way to the top of the mountain, no one could spot him.
Today, the number of martial arts masters who can sneak up the mountain silently under such circumstances can be counted on the palm of a hand - Dongfang Bubai counts one, Sunflower Patriarch counts one, Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao counts one... As for Jiumozhi, although his martial arts skills are high, it is absolutely impossible not to alert any of the guards.
In a wooden house at the Wangwu Sect's headquarters, Zeng Rou was leaning by the window, resting her chin on her hands, staring blankly at the bright moon in the sky.
An army of Manchu and Qing Tatars descended from the mountain. During the day, uncles, uncles, and brothers were quarreling over this, and people were panicked for a while.
Thinking of her master's sad face, Zeng Rou looked at the moon, put her little hands to her lips, closed her eyes, muttered to herself and made a wish: "Moon God, Moon God, please protect us Wangwu Sect from going through this difficult time." This difficult time."
When she opened her eyes, she found a masked person standing in front of her. Her face turned pale, and she subconsciously opened her mouth to scream. Unexpectedly, the other person struck her acupuncture points quickly like lightning.
Song Qingshu looked at the woman in front of him, and saw that she had a round face, a very sweet appearance, and a pair of big black eyes, with a trace of panic in her eyes. She was looking at him with fear. Then her mind changed and she looked at her age. She must be Zeng Rou.
Hearing the sound of the opponent's patrol team coming from around him, Song Qingshu jumped into the house and closed the window.
"Is it some evil flower-picking thief?" Zeng Rou thought of some legends in the world, and she became even more frightened.
Guessing her thoughts, Song Qingshu looked at her funny: "Didn't you just make a wish to the Moon God? The Moon God sensed your sincerity and sent me down to earth to rescue you Wangwu Sect."
Zeng Rou's face suddenly turned red. She was not stupid. She didn't know that the other party was deliberately teasing her. The girl's thoughts were heard by a strange man. Zeng Rou wished she could get in.
"I'm going to open your acupuncture points, but you're not allowed to shout. If you agree, just blink your eyes?" Seeing the other party blinking a few times quickly, Song Qingshu smiled slightly and opened her acupuncture points.
Zeng Rou calmly distanced herself from him, grabbed the sword on the table, and with a little peace of mind, she raised her head and asked, "Who are you?"
Hearing the clear and sweet voice of the other party, Song Qingshu felt as if a breeze was blowing through his whole body. He felt indescribably comfortable and secretly sighed: It is said that Lolita has three good qualities - soft voice, soft body, and easy to push down. These words are suitable for young girls. It is also completely applicable to the body.
"I am the savior of your Wangwu sect." There were no experts in the entire Wangwu sect. Song Qingshu was not as nervous as the other party. He looked around leisurely. He couldn't find a stool for a while, so he sat on the edge of the bed next to him. .
Seeing him sitting on her bed, Zeng Rou felt ashamed and angry, and couldn't help scolding him: "Nonsense."
"I'm still talking nonsense," Song Qingshu gave her an annoyed look, "There are thousands of elite Manchus at the foot of the mountain, and although your Wangwu faction occupies a favorable location, it's just a stubborn resistance, and it's hard to escape the disaster in the end. "
Zeng Rou's face turned pale. What he said was similar to what everyone was talking about during the day. She felt sad in her heart: "Is it true that the Wangwu Sect cannot escape disaster?"
Seeing her lovely and pitiful appearance, Song Qingshu felt great compassion: "Little girl, if you tell me your name, I will try my best to save you as an envoy."
Zeng Rou's face turned red and she glanced at him angrily, but remained silent.
"I can guess it even if you don't tell me," Song Qingshu pretended to count with his fingers, shaking his head and said, "Is your name Zeng Rou?"
"How do you know?" Zeng Rou covered her horrified lips and looked at him in disbelief.
"I told you that I was sent by the Moon God, but you still don't believe it." Song Qingshu couldn't help but smile.
Zeng Rou also felt a little shaken in her heart and glanced at him with a complicated expression: "I wonder how you plan to save us?"
"You little girl has a low position, it's useless to tell you." Song Qingshu stood up, saw the other party subconsciously backed away from being frightened again, and couldn't help laughing, "I don't have time to play with you, take me there quickly See your master."
How could Zeng Rou dare to bring a person of unknown origin to meet her master rashly, pulled out the long sword in her hand, pointed at him and said, "Tell me who you are, or I will really call someone out."
When Song Qingshu raised his hand, Zeng Rou immediately felt a strong suction force. Unexpectedly, she lost her balance and fell into the other party's arms.
"Ah~" Zeng Rou couldn't bear it any longer, and a woman's nature made her scream.
Holding the opponent's slender waist with his hands, Song Qingshu didn't intend to stop her at all. Instead, he picked her up and flew outside the house, smiling and looking at the disciples who came over after hearing the news.
This time, he secretly came up the mountain without telling Wei Xiaobao, Jiu Mozhi and others. He was worried that if he delayed for too long, someone would find out that he was no longer in the tent.
When I reached the top of the mountain just now, I was dumbfounded to find that all the wooden houses were almost the same. For a while, I couldn't find Situ Bray at all.
As his internal strength became more and more profound, Song Qingshu became more and more discerning. He heard the voice of a girl making a wish in the wind, and followed the sound. Only then did he discover Zeng Rou.
Unexpectedly, the other party didn't follow his tactics and refused to take him to find Situ Bolei. In desperation, he had no choice but to expose Xingzang and use Zeng Rou to lure the other party out.
"Scream louder, the more miserable and sad the better." Song Qingshu put his arms around the other's soft body, wantonly pinching her small waist, as the saying goes, don't take advantage of the bastard.
Zeng Rou was held in his arms, and her acupuncture points were restrained in an instant. She could only use her mouth to make a sound. She was frightened and frightened, and she screamed so beautifully.