Zongwu: Your wife and I are really in love with each other.

"Mrs. Song!"

I heard you were looking for me?
Wu Gong was drinking tea, and the faint scent of camellia filled the entire carriage. The carriage was filled with a very strong scent of camellia.

Speaking of which, this camellia was given to Wu Gong by Li Qingluo. It has been regarded as a treasure at the bottom of the box for such a long time and has never had time to drink it.

Although this camellia is not tea, it has a rich aroma after drying, and it also has a faint fragrance of green tea. To a certain extent, it can indeed be regarded as a wonderful tea product.

Although the taste in the mouth is a bit bitter.

But there is a touch of sweetness, and that feeling is very strange.

However, the strong tea aroma is really a bit pungent.

Wu Gong tried to drink it once before, but because the strong tea fragrance was too pungent, he only tasted it briefly and put it away without touching it again.

Nowadays, in addition to the strong aroma of tea, there are naturally other smells in the car that are masked by the aroma of tea.

At this moment, Li Mochou had put on a brand new apricot yellow robe.

He was sitting not far away doing eyebrow tattooing.

Her face was still a little flushed, and it looked like it would take some time to fully recover.

Although there was a strong scent of camellia in the carriage, you could still smell the faint hormonal smell. After entering the carriage, Xiao Longnu smelled the faint weird smell in the air, and her face couldn't help but become erotic. Something is weird.

Mrs. Song was untied from the silk cloth used to bind her palms.

This silk fabric looks very thin, and it doesn't look very strong and durable just from the appearance. But in fact this is not the case. In fact, this silk cloth is exceptionally strong and not as easy to destroy as imagined. Especially after folding the silk fabric continuously, although the thickness has increased, it does not seem to be very easy to bind. But it also became extremely tough.

Under such circumstances, even if you use the majestic Qi, you may not be able to tear the silk easily.

After taking off the silk cloth from her wrist, Mrs. Song took out the silk cloth that was stuffed in her mouth. After doing all this, she did not make any movements, but just sat behind the tea table. He was motionless, looking like he had turned into a puppet.

Li Mochou glanced at Mrs. Song.

As if he saw that Mrs. Song had something to say, but they were here, and Mrs. Song obviously couldn't speak. So, after a moment of slight thought, Li Mochou pulled Xiao Longnu out of the carriage. But before leaving the carriage, she reached out and patted Wu Gong's shoulder gently.

Although he didn't speak, all the meanings expressed were very clear.

Wu Gong looked completely indifferent and did not feel the palm patting on his shoulder at all. Li Mochou didn't make too many moves, but pulled Xiao Longnu out of the carriage. Soon, only Wu Gong and Mrs. Song were left in the huge carriage.

He waved his palm gently.

Green light flashed, and the incense burner in the distance was lit. A faint smoke slowly floated out from the incense burner. With the spread of this incense, the hormonal smell in the carriage that had become insignificant completely disappeared.

Wu Gong poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Mrs. Song. He gently made a gesture of inviting tea, and then started to look at Mrs. Song opposite.

Although Mrs. Song had been tied up with silk cloth before, she looked a little embarrassed because of the violent binding. But with her black hair tied up, a soft and graceful neck is revealed. Liu Yemei has slender eyebrows, eyes like autumn water, and a rich and elegant aura of books wafting all over her body.

Although, at this moment, she was overly sad and there was a touch of irresolvable sadness between her brows, it was undeniable that she exuded a deep temperament and charm, which gave people endless reveries.

Although this Mrs. Song is no longer a girl, she still looks particularly charming due to her temperament. And more importantly, she has a kind of temperament that looks back upon death. It feels like a female general on the battlefield, which for no reason adds a bit of murderous aura to Mrs. Song on the battlefield. .

It was as if this Mrs. Song was going to embark on a cruel battlefield to fight a desperate battle. Victory would be enough, but failure to win would lead to death.

Mrs. Song looked at the tea being pushed in front of her.

Mrs. Song did not shirk or remain silent. Instead, she picked up the tea on the table with an expressionless face, then raised her head and drank it all, as if drinking a pot of sweet and mellow old wine.

Wu Gong frowned when he saw it. Although the tea was not as bitter as he imagined, the aroma was simply too outstanding.

If you drink it completely in one gulp, doesn't it mean that the aroma will reach directly to the depths of your mind?

That feeling is a little creepy just thinking about it.

Wu Gong raised his eyebrows, slowly stretched out his palm, and poured another glass for Mrs. Song.

Originally, his purpose of doing this was just to show his politeness, but what he didn't expect was that Mrs. Song picked up her tea cup again, continued to raise her head without saying a word, and drank it all.

Wu Gong suddenly became interested.

He continued to pour cup after cup of tea. He wanted to see how extraordinary Mrs. Song was. She could drink such strong-smelling tea without changing her expression.

You know, there are some people in Wu Gong who cannot accept the aroma of this tea.

After drinking four or five glasses in a row.

Only then did Mrs. Song finally stop reaching for the tea cup.

But it wasn't that she stopped drinking, but that he drank the entire pot of tea in one go. Wu Gong had nothing to pour for her, so he could only put the teapot aside and said, "Mrs. Song, please put the teapot aside." I drank the whole pot of camellia tea. Could it be that I was too thirsty during this period, do you want me to get you two more buckets of water and send them back?"

Mrs. Song lowered her head and said nothing.

Wu Gong scratched his head, not knowing how to deal with what was happening in front of him.

However, just when Wu Gong was thinking about how to get Mrs. Song to speak.

Mrs. Song finally spoke. She let out a long and heavy sigh and said in a sad tone: "I know what you want. What did you say about the evil-repelling sword technique before?
What I practice is not some evil-proof swordsmanship. This set of swordsmanship is an unknown swordsmanship passed down from my ancestors. However, when I found this book of swordsmanship, it was not a printed version, but a hand-copied version. . The handwriting looks unusually scrawled, and even some images can only be seen in a rough shape. If you are really into this set of swordsmanship, then he may really be the so-called evil-proofing swordsmanship. "As Mrs. Song spoke, she slowly groped for a moment on her left arm, and soon took out a book from her large sleeve robe. The book had a faint yellow color on the surface.

The entire book is bound with paper. It is not written on silk, which can be stored for a longer time, nor on glossy bamboo sticks, but on the most ordinary thick rice paper.

Wu Gong stretched out his hand to get this book.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Song suddenly said: "This secret book contains detailed descriptions of luck methods and moves and routines on how to practice the Nameless Sword Art. However, many places in it were lost due to infestation by insects. I After sorting it out for a long time, I successfully sorted out the entire Unnamed Sword Technique. It is not impossible for you to get this secret book. All you need to do is help me kill one person. If you can help me kill someone, I will give you this secret book with both hands."

Wu Gong frowned.

This is really embarrassing.

When did you change your career and become a killer?
Why are so many people asking me to kill people during this period? Don’t they know what it means to value harmony? Besides, couldn't they just do it themselves?

As the saying goes, there is revenge for hatred, and there is injustice for injustice. Instead of killing his enemies himself, he still expected to hire others to kill his enemies. Wu Gong suddenly came up with an excellent idea, which was to create a killer organization in the world.

He suddenly thought of an organization, an organization he had contacted a long time ago. This organization was no other organization, it was the famous Tsing Yi Tower.

Okay, it looks like this idea is a little behind the times.

"Who do you want me to kill for you?"

"I want you to help me kill someone, and that's Song Yuanqiao!"

"Why?" Wu Gong was stunned again. He originally thought that Mrs. Song wanted to help kill her enemies in life.

But he didn't expect that Mrs. Song would actually kill Song Yuanqiao herself. You must know that Song Yuanqiao was not only Mrs. Song's married couple, but also the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang.

This Wudang Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren have a total of seven capable disciples, who are the famous Wudang Seven Heroes.

In addition to being the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, Song Yuanqiao can also be regarded as the next leader of the Wudang Sect designated by Zhang Sanfeng. His swordsmanship has reached the ultimate level and is so superb that he is very loved by Zhang Sanfeng and Master Zhang.

"Mrs. Song, you can ask me to kill someone for you, but the person you want me to kill for you, if I remember correctly, should be your husband. This is a good way that a husband and wife can be kind to each other for a hundred days, and can be cultivated for a hundred years. We traveled on the same boat and slept together for thousands of years. You want me to kill your husband. Is there some misunderstanding? "

"Misunderstand?"

"The hatred of killing my child is irreconcilable. The relationship between me and him is no longer a couple. He is just the murderer of my child. I will never let him go."

As Mrs. Song spoke, her eyes were filled with tears.

Wu Gong shook his head.

He reached out and pulled a piece of clean Songjiang cotton from the side, brought it over, and handed it to Mrs. Song.

Mrs. Song took the Songjiang cotton cloth and began to wipe away her tears while saying with great grievance: "Those are his own flesh and blood. He actually severely injured his own flesh and blood for the sake of the so-called appearance of the Wudang Sect. Although for a moment, Jian Qingshu is not dead yet, but it will be very difficult to wake up again in this life."

According to Mrs. Song's explanation, Wu Gong finally understood the cause and effect.

It turns out that Song Qingshu has not grown crooked in his life. Although his temper is still irritable, he is not a sinister and cunning person. Of course, this may be Mrs. Song's one-sided statement.

After all, in the mother's eyes, her son will never be a bad person.

While Song Qingshu was going down the mountain for training, he saw an injustice on the road and drew his sword to help. He accidentally killed two innocent passers-by through the door.

Although, his purpose of doing this was to catch two notorious flower-picking thieves in the world and prevent them from harming young girls from good families again.

But killing is killing after all.

The two flower-picking thieves turned around and ran away when they heard the noise. However, because Song Qingshu showed off his Wudang Sect badge while staying at the hotel, he was remembered as a disciple of the Wudang Sect.

Death on the road is a common thing these days, but this matter was still reported to the Wudang Sect by someone with ulterior motives. For the Wudang Sect, this matter may not be a big deal, but it is not a small matter. , especially this matter is related to meeting Song Yuanqiao, the next leader of the Wudang Clan.

This matter is even more serious.

The family members of the murdered passers-by carried the corpses to Wudang Mountain in a mighty manner and demanded that Wudang Mountain hand over the murderer. They continued to cause trouble for a month. The disciples of the Wudang Sect were exhausted. Even the Seven Wudang Sect disciples were exhausted. The heroes were also helpless.

If such a thing had happened to other Wudang disciples, they would have been sent to the government long ago, but this Song Qingshu is Song Yuanqiao's son after all, so this makes the Seven Heroes of Wudang very difficult.

Although Song Yuanqiao could not be regarded as having a son in his later years, Song Qingshu was indeed his only son.

Although Song Yuanqiao understood that this was probably a trap designed by some enemies of the Wudang Sect, after much thought, he decided to sacrifice Song Qingshu to protect the reputation of the Wudang Sect.

When this happened, Zhang Sanfeng was in retreat.

Unable to get advice from his master, Song Yuanqiao had no choice but to go his own way - he broke Song Qingshu's heart with one palm, thus completely calming down the turmoil.

Song Qingshu was supposed to die.

But Mrs. Song couldn't just watch her child die, so she used a precious medicine in her dowry to temporarily save Song Qingshu's life.

But Song Qingshu also fell into a coma and became a living dead.

To save his children.

Mrs. Song returned to her natal family and wanted to ask for another precious medicine. But he didn't expect that the precious medicine had been bought by King Ruyang's people. He had no choice but to go to King Ruyang to retrieve the precious medicine, so he became a thug of the Mongols. (End of chapter)