The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

At first, she didn't want to reason too much, but when she thought of Song Yuanqiao and glanced at Chu Heng, who seemed to be completely indifferent at this time and let herself be the master, Huang Xuemei hesitated for a moment.

Then he took a deep breath, nodded and said: "Okay, for the sake of Wudang and Song Daxia, I will spare him."

Song Yuanqiao felt relieved when he heard the words, while Song Qingshu was delighted, thinking that he had escaped a catastrophe.

But at the next moment, Huang Xuemei's voice continued to ring out after "May [-]", "The capital crime can be avoided, and the life crime is hard to get rid of. I will abolish his cultivation base, and take this as a warning."

"Abandoned a whole body of cultivation?"

Hearing these six short words, Song Yuanqiao and Song Qingshu froze.

Abandoned the cultivation base of the whole body, and from then on, Song Qingshu's cultivation base that he had worked hard for nearly [-] years was lost, and he became an ordinary person.

I don't know how long it will take to enter the realm of first-class warriors again.

But before entering the Xiantian Realm, the lifespan of a warrior is limited. After spending twenty years entering the Xiantian Realm, how can we talk about further cultivation?

In other words, as long as Song Qingshu is abolished now, his future achievements will be limited.

From then on, the title of Wudang chief was not worthy of the name, and the head of the sect was even more unnecessary.

So the meaning is very big, it is definitely not a trivial matter, and no one will be able to accept it if it is changed.

After all, the place they are in is a world that completely pursues the supremacy of strength.

So Song Qingshu knew this very well.

It is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, and it is difficult to go from extravagant to frugal. If you have never obtained it and experienced it, you will naturally not worry about losing it.

But Song Qingshu has always had a proud position in Wudang since he was a child. Once he loses these, Song Qingshu can hardly imagine such a scene.

Song Qingshu was unwilling, but Song Yuanqiao didn't think so.

Song Yuanqiao is a steady and down-to-earth person, modest and modest, elegant and elegant, quite a gentleman's demeanor, strong in martial arts, and extremely fair in dealing with things. Wudang's reputation and morality are even more important in Song Yuanqiao's heart than his life.

What happened this time was originally Song Qingshu's fault. Although Song Yuanqiao was reluctant, he could only take a deep breath for the sake of Wudang's reputation.

Immediately, it was like self-comforting, "The martial arts are gone, and I can still practice, as long as my life is still alive.~)"

There is a tendency to agree with this statement.

Then, he turned around and walked towards Song Qingshu step by step with a little unbearable expression on his pale face.

Seeing Song Yuanqiao's behavior, Song Qingshu sat on the ground softly with a "plop", and after a brief moment of stupefaction, he moved back with hands and feet together, "Father, no, I can't do without martial arts, please don't, I can't do without martial arts, now I'm done." That's the case, if I lose all my cultivation, Zhiruo will definitely not like me, don't."

At the end, he came up and hugged Song Yuanqiao's legs on his own initiative and began to cry.

Up to now, Song Qingshu still thinks about Zhou Zhiruo in his heart, which makes Song Yuanqiao very angry, his raised hand has gathered true energy, and after a short hesitation, he suddenly falls down.

But when the palm was still about ten centimeters away from Song Qingshu, Song Yuanqiao couldn't let go of his hand. Seeing Song Qingshu who was crying like a child at this time, Song Yuanqiao's heart was cut like a knife.

After a while, Song Yuanqiao dropped his right hand weakly, kicked Song Qingshu away, and turned to look at Chu Heng.

With a look of sadness and pleading on his face, "Song knows that the dog has committed an unforgivable mistake this time, but he can't raise his father's fault. This wicked son committed today's mistake. As a father, Song is the first mistake, so , I hope Mr. Chu can let this villain go, Song is willing to use his own cultivation to make up for it."

As he said that, he raised his right hand sharply, and patted his lower abdomen straight, but wanted to dissipate his own cultivation.

It was also at this time that Chu Heng shook his head slightly, and suddenly threw out the folding fan in his hand, and hit Song Yuanqiao, who had closed his eyes and had a decisive look on his face, in an instant.

Song Yuanqiao's right hand felt a strong pain directly from the place where it was hit, and it was already red and swollen quickly, and his body couldn't help but take two steps back under the previous force...

Then looking at Song Yuanqiao, Chu Heng sighed softly in his heart, and shook his head looking at Song Qingshu, who was staring blankly at the side.

In fact, although Song Qingshu is not a chivalrous person, he is not too bad either, it can be said that he is quite satisfactory.

But if Zhou Zhiruo is involved in everything, she will definitely change her mind and disregard the future.

Originally, with the addition of the previous offenses and this time, even if Huang Xuemei wanted to kill Song Qingshu, Chu Heng could take care of all the funeral affairs.

But Song Qingshu had Song Yuanqiao as his father.

In the whole Jianghu, there are not many people in the martial arts that Chu Heng admires in his heart, but Song Yuanqiao can be counted as one.

It's only because of Song Yuanqiao's true chivalrous heart that is different from Yue Buqun. ,

Otherwise, Chu Heng would not have given Song Qingshu so many opportunities the previous two times.

Immediately shaking his head and looking at Song Qingshu, he said, "You should really be thankful that your father is Song Yuanqiao."

After finishing speaking, Chu Heng turned his gaze to Song Yuanqiao, and waved his hand, "This time, the elder Wudang's life has already been used as a counterbalance, so let's let it go!"

Since Chu Heng had spoken, Huang Xuemei naturally obeyed, and lightly withdrew her murderous eyes before.

Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao felt joy and sorrow in his heart. Immediately, regardless of his slightly trembling right hand, he picked up the folding fan that Chu Heng hit him just 0.2 times above the ground, stepped forward, raised his hands, bowed and said, "Mr. Today's kindness, Song will remember it from now on."

After taking back his folding fan, Chu Heng nodded lightly, pondered for a while and said, "I also hope that Song Daxia can strictly discipline your son, otherwise, today's lesson will be a worry for the future."

Song Yuanqiao cupped his hands and said: "Song will keep it in mind."

Seeing this, Chu Heng sighed, then raised his hand and walked away with the girls.

During the action, he looked ahead, but didn't even bother to look at Song Qingshu.

From great sorrow to great joy, Song Yuanqiao also breathed a sigh of relief now, but he sighed when he looked at Song Qingshu with the rest of his life on his face. .

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