Chapter 16

"Cough, young leader, can you really save the fourth younger martial brother?"

Song Qingshu said calmly, "it's not a big problem. It's just a cold poison."

After swallowing all the skills of the crane pen Weng with the heaven swallowing demon skill, the real Qi in Song Qingshu soared when it was steep.

Even if the xuanming Qi is transformed into the vitality of heaven swallowing demon skill, the amount is reduced more than ten times, it still makes him break through the strength and reach the double heaven the day after tomorrow.

In addition, song Qingshu has completely deciphered the xuanming divine palm method, and knows the route of this skill like the back of his hand.

It's not a matter to rely on "Heaven swallowing magic skill" to relieve Jiang Wuchen's cold poison.

A moment later, song Qingshu finished his work and stood up.

The black air and cold on Jiang Wuchen's face have completely disappeared. Although his face is a little pale because of the damage to his vitality, there is no problem.

This set of operation stunned Li Wuwu, the eldest martial brother of Wudang branch, and Deng Wuchen, the second martial brother.

In other words, our young leader is too abnormal ~!

That's the xuanming God's palm. Even the sinister evil skill of Master Zhang Sanfeng, who was helpless, was solved.

More importantly, Jiang Wuchen's cold poison is not as shallow as Li Wuwei and Deng Wuchen, but has attacked the heart with poison gas.

Generally speaking, even ordinary poisons will become extremely troublesome after attacking the heart, and they will die.

Once the cold poison of xuanming God's palm attacks the heart, even if the Taoist is reborn, it is impossible to cure him.

But in front of song Qingshu, it was like playing.

Little leader, is he really an immortal from heaven?

"What are you stunned at?"

Song Qingshu glanced at Li Wuwei and Deng Wuchen: "take the fourth senior brother back to the room to rest. Let's save the villagers."

After a simple repair, song Qingshu took Li Wuwei and Deng Wuchen and quietly touched the entrance to the town.

At this time, Danyang town was in chaos.

Even though Zhao Min has banned disturbing the people, there are still Mongolian soldiers who take advantage of the chaos to rob the people's wealth, punch and kick, rape and plunder.

After everything subsided, all the townspeople were gathered at the mouth of the town and squatted on the ground.

Zhao Min's white clothes are worldly and refined. She leans on the chair and folds the fan in her hand, just like a handsome childe in the world.

If she had not been surrounded by a group of vicious Mongolian soldiers, many Han women would have been fascinated by her.

"Princess, everyone has brought it," the Mongolian officer Hui nearby reported.

"OK," Zhao Min nodded slightly, closed the folding fan, and slowly exuded a sense of authority.

As a woman who can manage such a large number of elite soldiers and Wulin experts for King Ruyang, Zhao Min naturally has her own wrist.

Apart from anything else, just standing there with her aloof temperament is enough to make many people feel ashamed.

"I'd like to introduce myself. I'm the son of King Ruyang's mansion. I've always liked Han culture," said Zhao Min, looking at the villagers. "So I gave myself a Han name, Zhao min."

"Please come here today. I don't want to embarrass you. I just want to ask you a little help."

With that, Zhao Min asked people to take out several pieces of white paper. On each piece of white paper, a man was painted.

Zhao Min said, "these three are evil cult anti thieves. According to the secret report I received, they should have fled into this town."

"The anti thieves are extremely ferocious and their hands are covered with blood, so I hope everyone will not be deceived by them and take the initiative to cooperate with the imperial court to catch them so as to avoid accidents."

Zhao Min's tone is very sincere, and with a magical magnetism, it can make people unconsciously convince her.

Obviously, this is a speaking skill, which is similar to the psychological hint and hypnosis of later generations.

If the Mongol soldiers had not acted in vain and harmed the townspeople, maybe Zhao Min could really win the trust of these townspeople.

Unfortunately, there is no if in this world.

That group of ferocious Mongolian soldiers had long made the townspeople rise up their hatred and share a common hatred.

Even if they knew the whereabouts of Ming disciples, they would not tell Zhao min.

After all, this is not after the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Today's Han people still have national character and integrity in their hearts.

"Hum, catch the anti thief. Why did you catch us all? Are we anti thieves?"

"Mongolian dog thief with thousands of knives, all my savings have been robbed by you. You must die!"

"Want to catch the Ming sect rebels? Dream! Don't say we don't know their whereabouts. Even if we do, we will never tell you! "

"You Mongols will not be proud for too long. The number of our Han people is dozens or hundreds of times that of you. One day we will drive you back to the grassland!"

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Listening to the villagers, Zhao Min looked ugly.

Not afraid of God like opponents, but afraid of pig like teammates.

She has just taken over these Mongolian soldiers from her father and has not been retrained. She is full of military ruffians.

Obviously, it is almost impossible for them to win the trust of these townspeople.

His face was slightly heavy, and Zhao Min's tone was full of killing intention: "adjutant, this is the first and last time."

"In the next action, if you ignore the military order, disturb and hurt the people, cut and make a decision!"

The Mongolian officer on one side dripped a cold sweat on his forehead: "yes."

Standing up, Zhao Min put her hands on her back and walked slowly in front of the villagers.

"In fact, I really don't want to do it to you, but why don't you cooperate!"

Zhao Min's expression is still plain and indifferent, but the words spoken in her mouth make all people hang up.

She walked slowly to an old woman with gray hair. The smile on her face was very bright, but it made people hair: "grandma, I don't know if I can talk to you alone?"

Zhao Min's words immediately made the middle-aged man around the old woman split his fingers: "asshole, you come to me when you have something, don't embarrass my mother!"

The man wanted to stand up, but he was knocked to the ground by the Mongolian soldiers on one side. He couldn't resist at all.

Zhao Min was very satisfied with the man's performance and said with a smile, "since you are willing to talk to me, come with me!"

Zhao Min turned and said, "adjutant, find a room for my eldest brother's mother, drink hot tea and have a rest."

"Remember to be a waiter. Don't let me down."

Listening to Zhao Min's words, the middle-aged man was suddenly cold and shouted hysterically.

"You... You're not human, you devil. Don't touch my mother. Come to me if you have something!"

Zhao Min always had a faint smile on her face. She looked at the crowd, and her eyes fell on a woman.

The woman was wearing coarse linen clothes and holding a girl. The child's eyes were full of fear.

In Zhao Min's eyes, the color of unbearable flashed, and then turned into firmness: "also, the child also took it with him."

Ignoring the expressions of fear and hatred of men and women, Zhao Min went away with her hand: "as for you two, come with me!"

"Some things are not suitable to be discussed in public. It is more appropriate to ask one by one."