Chapter 42

"Although I ignore etiquette and law, I still keep my promise," Song Qingshu said, seeing that he didn't believe his words. "I can make a poison oath, but you also have to make a poison oath. If you do harm to women in the future..."

At this time, yunzhonghe was a butcher, and I couldn't find any other good way for fish. So he nodded his head and agreed. After hearing song Qingshu's poisonous oath, he also made a poisonous oath: "if I continue to harm good women in the future, I will die in the future." In the heart actually hey sneer, the sky strikes thunder to split? Is there such a way to die.

Song Qingshu noticed the subtlety in his vows, but he didn't care about it, because he knew that in all Jin Yong's martial arts novels, there was an iron law, that is, if he disobeyed the vows, he would come true. Since Yun Zhonghe had made the vow of striking thunder and lightning, he would not escape Lei Gong's eyes in the future

They made a good vow. After hesitating for a while, the crane in the cloud said the pithy formula of stepping on the sand without trace: "those who scatter power are also the envoys of God. If you use it, you have to follow the time... "

Song Qingshu's eyes brighten as he listens. When Yun Zhonghe finishes his last word, song Qingshu feels that his body lightens a lot. He looks at the mountain wall tens of feet away from the cliff. His heart moves and his foot kicks. His body swishes out like a sword. In the blink of an eye, song Qingshu has reached the opposite mountain wall, and he turns over with his toes gently, And came back as fast as lightning.

"You are a man or a ghost!" Yun Zhonghe looks at Song Qingshu in horror. He can't imagine that he has learned to tread the sand so quickly, and his lightness skill has greatly surpassed his own.

"Well, if you're in a good mood this time, I'll let you live." Song Qingshu was overjoyed, so he untied the acupoints of the crane in the cloud and waved his hand, "you go, I advise you, raise your head three feet, have God, remember your oath."

The crane in the cloud picked up the rotten silver crane claws on the ground and looked at Song Qingshu with a complicated look: "your talent is rare. In time, you will be the first lightness skill in the world. " After that, he went down the mountain with a lonely look.

Song Qingshu didn't expect that he was so gifted in lightness skill. This lightness skill of "stepping on sand without trace" fits him very well. In time, he will be able to practice it to a great level.

Thinking that his other martial arts have no talent, but are most in line with lightness skills and soul shifting Dafa, Song Qing's writing color can't help being strange. Is he born to be a prostitute or a thief?

With a cry, Mu Wanqing wakes up. Song Qingshu's face turns to be silly again. He squats beside her and stares at her with a smile.

As soon as Mu Wanqing wakes up, she remembers that she was touched by the cloud crane before she was in a coma. Her heart sinks. If Zhen Jie doesn't protect her, she will die to repay Duan Lang.

When he opened his eyes, he saw song Qingshu's smiling face close at hand. He screamed with fright. Song Qingshu seemed to be startled by her and sat three feet away.

Mu Wanqing finally responded, looking at his familiar clothes, and asked uncertainly, "are you the dog egg just now?"

"Yes, yes, pretty sister, do you remember me?" All of a sudden, song Qingshu became elated and leaned over again.

"Ah, don't come here!" Mu Wanqing screamed, suddenly thought of the crane in the cloud, looked at his whole body secretly. His clothes were clean and tidy. It seemed that nothing embarrassing had happened. He asked strangely, "what about the thin bamboo pole just now?" She thought that song Qingshu was really a small folk in the mountains, and said that the crane in the cloud didn't know, so she described the appearance of the crane in the cloud.

"Oh, the one you said, I beat him away." Song Qingshu said with a simple and honest smile.

"You?" Mu Wanqing looked at him suspiciously, disheveled and unkempt, with a silly face. In his heart, he didn't believe it.

"Don't you believe it?" Song Qingshu seemed to guess her mind, raised his fist, "my strength is very big, growing up in the mountains, often fighting with bears and gorillas, I can hit a buffalo with one punch." Chin up, like a show off kid.

"Brag!" Muwanqing snorted coldly, turned his head and stopped looking at him.

"Then I'll call you to see," Song Qingshu seemed to be insulted. His face was anxious. He rolled up his sleeves and aimed a blow at the big tree.

With a click, in Mu Wanqing's unbelievable eyes, a big tree was interrupted by the waist, and he was shocked to look at the fool in front of him.

The nine Yin manual is a big sigh of the devil, and it is just to the Yang. But when Zhang Wuji thinks of the bright light, he can hit the beach with the same thickness. But he can only interrupt the tree by blocking the waist, and the gap is obviously and easy to see.

When he was in a good mood, song Qingshu looked back at Mu Wanqing with a smile: "well, I'm very good."

After Mu Wanqing was shocked, he noticed that the veil had been removed from his face. Although there were many stains on his face, he could still see something beautiful. He asked in a delicate voice, "how did you take off your mask?"

"My mother didn't say that I would marry the woman who took off my veil," Song Qingshu said with a deliberate pause. The smile seemed a little hairy in Mu Wanqing's eyes, "but later I remember that my mother once said that girls are all shy and have... All have reserve... Oh, how can that word be said? It's hard to say..." Song Qingshu deliberately made an expression of meditation.

"Reserved!" Mu Wanqing on the ground is not very angry.

Song Qingshu's eyes brightened: "by the way, what my mother said is reserved! I just thought, my sister is so beautiful. She seems to be a very reserved woman. Although she likes me in her heart, she must be embarrassed to take the initiative to uncover my veil. As a man, I will do this little thing for you. "

"Nonsense Mu Wan was so angry that he trembled all over, "who likes you in his heart?"

"Isn't it?" Song Qingshu showed a puzzled look. "It's all said in the play. A beautiful girl is held hostage by bad people in the wilderness. At this time, there is a young Xiake, that's me! I beat away the bad guys and rescued the girl. Shouldn't that woman agree with each other? "

"Who said that if a woman was saved, she would commit herself to it!" Mu Wanqing is shy and angry. She is alone with her master all the year round. Except Duan Yu, she has never seen any other young men. This time, song Qingshu makes a mess. For a moment, she doesn't even know how to retort, "besides, besides, what kind of young Xia are you?"

"Wow," Song Qingshu rolled on the ground and cried, "mom is right. You must think I'm ugly. I'm not as good-looking as those young chivalrous men in the play."

Mu Wanqing turned to see song Qingshu cry heartbroken, some can't bear in the heart, comfort up: "it's not like this."

Hearing her words, song Qingshu stood up and said, "would you like to be my daughter-in-law?"

Mu Wanqing was almost choked to death by his words, but now it's getting dark. In the wilderness, lonely men and few women can't move. If he has any evil intention, he will be choked, so he smiles and soothes with a soft voice: "dog egg, please untie the acupoints for me first, and then we can discuss this problem."

Mu Wanqing's face has been cold since just now. This sudden smile is like the beginning of melting ice and snow, and like a hundred flowers in bloom. Song Qingshu feels like he was hit by a heavy hammer on his chest. He secretly regrets: "I wanted to tease her, but if I got into it, it would not be worth the loss."