Chapter 38 The one who will be killed is you, the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty
The next day.
At dawn, Chu Pingsheng and Mu Nianci said goodbye to Yang Tiexin and his wife and headed towards Lin'an.
The Six Jiangnan Monsters saw them off, but the Three Quanzhen Sons were very quiet and no one showed up.
This is normal. The three old Niubi are studying how to deal with Huang Laoxie and rescue their uncle. Of course, it is not worth wasting time and money on such a trivial matter as him and Mu Nianci returning to their hometown to pay homage to their biological parents. energy.
They were riding black geldings and bay-red horses that Han Baoju had picked up at the horse market two days ago. Their leg strength was much stronger than ordinary war horses. Even if they stopped and walked, playing and walking, a round trip of three days was enough.
“Let’s take a rest and let the horse eat some grass.”
Chu Pingsheng saw the lush green grass by the river, so he tightened the reins and pulled the horse to a stop.
“Yeah.”
Mu Nianci looked at the sky, turned over and dismounted.
Chu Pingsheng did not tie the reins and let the black horse run to the river in small steps and gnaw the grass on the ground.
"I have to go to Lin'an after the worship tomorrow. Just wait for me in Niujia Village."
"Why?"
"Don't ask why, just be obedient. ”
“Are you really going to visit the Prime Minister’s house at night? ”
"Yes."
Mu Nianci walked up to him in a sprint, held his hand and shook his head violently: "Don't go, it's too dangerous."
"Daoist Wang dared to sneak into the palace Save me, just the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty, I can come and go freely."
"How profound are Wang Daozhang's Qing Gong, and the Qing Gong of the Quanzhen Sect is world-famous, and everyone knows about your Qing Gong."
She almost said it was terrible.
"Really?"
Chu Pingsheng smiled at her, suddenly took out his hands, jumped up, raised his breath, and soared up. He put one foot on the highest point of the big willow tree in front of him, and then jumped more than ten feet above her. In the astonished gaze, it turned in the air and moved several meters sideways, leaving two afterimages that fell gracefully.
It rises swiftly, turns silkily, and falls gracefully.
She was stunned by this scene.
“When did you learn such exquisite qinggong?”
Mu Nianci has followed Yang Tiexin in the world for more than ten years, and has also received guidance from Hong Qigong, so he certainly has a good vision.
Among the people she knew, the only ones who could do what Chu Pingsheng did were Quanzhen Sanzi.
Doesn't this mean that even if we don't take into account his invulnerability and poisonous skills, he has already caught up with the three Quanzhen disciples in Qinggong.
But others have practiced Xuanmen Kung Fu for more than 20 years, and he has only been exposed to the Central Plains martial arts for a little more than a month. I don’t know whether this speed of progress is unprecedented, but it is unprecedented. It is certain.
Of course she is very happy to be able to marry such a husband, and she looks at him with an indescribable sweetness.
"The night before yesterday."
Chu Pingsheng's answer was unacceptable.
Mu Nianci looked puzzled: "The day before yesterday...night?"
"When I was tracing Duan Tiande's whereabouts, I saw a nighthawk soaring in the sky, and I felt something in my heart, and then I realized This set of lightening skills."
Mu Nianci carefully observed his expression: "Are you lying to me?"
Chu Pingsheng smiled evilly and did not answer her question.
"You must be thirsty, I'll get some water."
After saying that, he walked straight to the black horse, took off the water bag hanging on the horse's belly, turned around and walked a few steps towards her. , only to hear Xi Yuyu's long neigh, the horse moved its hooves and ran away.
“…”
Mu Nianci looked at the reins in his hands, and then at the black stallion that disappeared after turning a corner.
"I asked you to lead the horse, but you won't lead it. It's fine now. Let's see how you face Han Sanxia when we get back."
Chu Pingsheng handed over the water bag and spread his hands: "This horse has always been docile. Who knows today?" What’s going on?”
After this incident, she was no longer interested in asking about the origin of Qing Gong.
When she finished drinking the water, Chu Pingsheng took the water bag and put it away. Without saying much, he got on his horse and extended his hand to her.
Mu Nianci blushed, but still stretched out her hand, let him hold it, and jumped onto the horse's back.
She is in front and he is behind.
At first Mu Nianci was shy and leaned forward, but the more she behaved like this, the more Chu Pingsheng pushed her further. In the end, she simply refused to hide and let him stick to her closely, almost holding her in his arms.
I originally wanted to rush to Huzhou City as soon as possible, but for some reason, the bay red horse ran slower and slower, almost walking.
At this moment, a horse neighed from the dense forest next to it. The black gelding horse that had escaped earlier shook its head, stamped its hooves and came closer. It very wisely landed behind the bay red horse and followed slowly.
“It... wasn’t it lost?”
It took her a while to regain some strength. Although her face was still red and her heart was still beating, she had no problem expressing herself clearly.
"Yes, why did it suddenly come back? The horses trained by Han Sanxia are indeed spiritual."
"Then you still can't get over."
Chu Pingsheng Said: "No, I have to protect you. What if a robber or something jumps out in the wilderness and hurts you?"
Mu Nianci knew this no matter how stupid he was. What's going on.
"I won't pay attention to you."
She said this, but her body was very honest and she did not make any awkwardness. She let him hold her arms as before, and the two of them rode together, bathing in the warm spring breeze. And go. After a long time, the sun sets in the west.
“Life.”
“Huh?”
"You said this road would never be finished."
"Fool, we think it's good, but the horse can't do it."
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Chapter The next day, it’s time to hold the lamp.
After all, this is the capital of the Song Dynasty. The long street is full of hustle and bustle, restaurants are coming and going, and the bun shops are crowded with people buying buns. There are also children with pigtails and tiger-toe shoes. Sugar figures, rattles or kites chase each other.
The Chayuanqian Alley to the south of the Ancestral Temple is brightly lit, and soldiers with swords pass by from time to time, because the people living in this area are either rich or noble, and the Prime Minister's Palace of the Song Dynasty is located in the core of this street.
At this moment, Shi Miyuan's residence.
Wu Qinglie, the life-seeking gun among the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River, finally met the person he wanted to see - Shi Miyuan, the Right Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty.
"Wu Zhuangshi, I have sent people to investigate what you are talking about. I believe there will be news soon. You should go back and inform Mr. Ouyang and others, telling them to be calm and don't be impatient. Move lightly."
In the main seat of the living room, Shi Miyuan, who changed out of his official uniform and dressed in regular clothes, shook his sleeves and stretched out his hand to take a sip of tea.
"Then we have to rely on Mr. Shi to save the young prince." Wu Qinglie cupped his hands and said.
Actually, he arrived in Lin'an two days ago, but people from the Shifu told him that Shi Miyuan was away on business and did not meet him immediately. He didn't know whether it was really something or whether he deliberately avoided meeting him. Playing tricks with Wanyan Honglie.
Shi Miyuan nodded, hummed, and put the tea cup back in its place.
Wu Qinglie was not an ignorant person, so he stood up and said goodbye with fists in his hands.
"In that case, I'll take my leave."
Shi Miyuan cupped his hands and said, "I won't send it off."
Wu Qinglie turned around and walked out, but before he walked out of the hall, he heard a muffled groan from the door, and a person walked in from the outside.
The man was dressed in black, with a... face mask, not a face towel, but a white mask that looked a bit like a bamboo hat.
In addition to being dressed up in a strange way, he also carried a soldier who did not know whether to live or die.
Poof~
The soldier was thrown into the living room, and the gun he was holding tightly rolled to the side with a clang.
Shi Miyuan was so frightened that he jumped up from his chair.
Lin'an is the capital of the Song Dynasty, and this is the Prime Minister's Mansion. Three steps, one post, five steps, and one post are a bit excessive, but it is basically impossible for ordinary martial arts masters to break through.
What's going on with this guy with the strange face mask? Just came to me so quietly?
"Come..."
Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, he saw a blur in front of his eyes. The masked man, like a snake, walked around Wu Qinglie, grabbed his throat and lifted him up, so the word "人" was suppressed.
Hoo...
Hoo...
The dignified Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty is in mid-air, kicking his feet randomly.
In the eyes of Jianghu people, the speed of snakes is really unflattering. However, the speed of masked snakes is completely beyond imagination. When Wu Qinglie came back to his senses, Shi Miyuan had been captured.
He didn't have time to think too much, picked up the spear on the ground, turned around and stabbed the masked man in the back. He was steady and precise, and the attack was urgent and fast. From this point of view, it was worthy of the nickname of Soul Chasing Gun.
The masked figure seemed not to have noticed what was happening behind him, and was focusing on Shi Miyuan.
At this time, the tip of the gun was less than half a foot away from the target's back. Wu Qinglie was overjoyed. There was a tea table in front of him, and he was holding a fat-headed man in his hand. Even the best masters could not avoid this. Hit it.
As he expected, the masked man was stabbed. However, what shocked him was that the spear was like piercing an iron wall, unable to penetrate even an inch.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t hide, it was that he didn’t take his attack seriously at all.
"Who are you?"
As he asked, the masked man, no, it should be said that Chu Pingsheng wearing an N95 mask turned his head and looked at him with eyes full of contempt and ridicule.
Chu Pingsheng’s original intention was to be idle, so he might as well make big news for fun, such as killing Shi Miyuan. Unexpectedly, he didn’t expect to find the soul-chasing gun Wu Qinglie at the Prime Minister’s Mansion. Naturally, To be killed together.
"You are Chu..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he felt his eyes blurred. The masked man had already approached three feet in front of him. What was even more terrifying was the five-finger press on his left hand. On top of his head.
This move?
Nine Yin White Bone Claws!
"You are Mei..."
Same as before, before I finished speaking, I felt an extremely fierce force break through my skull and invade the brain core. My expression began to distort, and the whites of my eyes turned upward. Turn over, and four blood lines slowly flow down.
Poof.
Wu Qinglie fell to the ground and died.
Thanks to him, Shi Miyuan regained a little strength, and driven by the desire to survive, he kept pleading: "Hero, spare your life, hero... spare your life, as long as you spare me... and don't die, I... can give you anything." ...Give you...money, a woman...a high official and a generous salary..."
The way Wu Qinglie died has frightened the Prime Minister so much that he can't speak incoherently.
At this moment, Chu Pingsheng smelled a strange smell. He frowned and looked down, and found that Shi Miyuan's gown was wet.
What a joke.
The right prime minister of the Song Dynasty was so unlucky that he was so frightened that he peed.
To avoid contamination, he threw the person to the ground, picked up the spear next to him with his foot and handed it to Shi Miyuan's heart.
"A good man...if you have something to discuss, it's easy to discuss...don't kill me, please...don't kill me."
Shi Miyuan stood up, bent his legs, He knelt down and kowtowed to him repeatedly. His speed and energy were comparable to those of a twenty-year-old boy.
(End of this chapter)