Boyan was a powerful official in three dynasties. He supported Emperor Wenzong and had a prominent position. After he killed Prime Minister Zuo, he became even more powerful. A few years ago, during the uprising of Zhu Guangqing in Guangdong and Banghu in Henan, Boyan proposed a very terrible plan.

The suggestion was to kill all the Han people named Zhang, Wang, Liu, Li, and Zhao in order to deter the Han people from rebelling.

Boyan is a madman. Fortunately, although other officials of the Yuan Dynasty, including the Iron Pot Emperor, are fatuous, their brains are not completely broken, so they directly rejected this ridiculous suggestion. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable. Not to mention other people, it is the Wudang Emperor.

The Patriarch can fly in at any time and take away their heads.

Due to pressure, Boyan was soon demoted by the Iron Pot Emperor and the new upstart King Ruyang, and now he is probably living in the capital for leisure.

Although Boyan has resigned, his party members are still in full swing and it is difficult to deal with them all. This is the biggest reason why he can still sit back and relax and sleep in the palace.

"When Boyan was appointed Secretary of the Huguang Provincial Committee and launched the Southern Strategy, he intended to provoke conflicts between the major Jianghu sects and the imperial court, so that he could justifiably wipe out the major sects in the south." Huang Qingpeng said.

Boyan had long seen the potential threats of these martial arts sects, so he made many plans and provocations. Huang Erniang was captured by officers and soldiers, which was one of them. At that time, Song Yuanqiao first became the head of Wudang. If he could not calm down and used the power of his sect to oppose the imperial court,

Wudang, which had less than a hundred people at that time, was bound to break up in one fell swoop.

"I know your father's position. He couldn't act easily at that time. It's a pity that for the sake of justice, he betrayed your mother!" Huang Qingpeng said and sighed.

While describing what happened, he observed Song Qingshu's reaction.

"Well, I guess he doesn't have much impression of Er Niang either."

Seeing that Song Qingshu remained calm, he thought that he didn't feel much about Huang Erniang's death.

"She is also your biological sister. Why didn't you kill Boyan instead of doing some dirty things here?" Song Qingshu said directly to Huang Qingpeng after understanding the ins and outs of the matter.

"I... there are many guards in Prince Boyan's Mansion, and there are experts guarding him. I have also assassinated him, but I am no match for them..."

Seeing a trace of guilt on Huang Qingpeng's face, Song Qingshu thought to himself that this person is not too bad. Then he thought, is it possible that Prince Boyan's Mansion is guarded by several first-class masters? Huang Qingpeng is already in the first-class realm, but he is not yet

opponent?

Thinking of the first-class monk secretly in Junzhou Prefecture, Song Qingshu had some idea. How could the huge Yuan Court not recruit some good people?

"I'm just asking you, do you still want to avenge her?" Song Qingshu stared at Huang Qingpeng with burning eyes.

Huang Qingpeng felt strange to ask a junior to ask such a question, but he blurted out without hesitation: "I don't think about Blood Blade Boyan every day!"

He was only ten years older than Song Qingshu, but he was raised by Huang Erniang. He was like an elder sister and had a deep love for her. It was because of Huang Erniang's death that he ran away from Wudang in anger.

"I was young and ignorant at that time, wandering around the world with a group of bad friends. My martial arts did not improve much, but I got into a lot of bad habits. Now I want to change it but I can't change it!" Huang Qingpeng sighed, but he was explaining that he had become a flower picker.

Reason for thieves.

"Do you dare to go north with me to take revenge on Boyan?"

Just listening to Huang Qingpeng's narration, Song Qingshu also thought about whether he should go to Boyan. He just put it in this body and could completely put aside these grudges. But in the end he chose to obey his heart.

If even such things can be ignored, what's the point of practicing martial arts? He is Song Qingshu now, and he must do this-revenge.

Although Boyan held a high position and had many masters to protect him after his retirement, Song Qingshu had to take away his head, which could be regarded as an explanation to the former owner of the body.

"If I shrink back and escape because of fear, the Dugu Nine Swords will be in vain!" Song Qingshu thought in his mind.

"How dare you not! I just didn't expect you to..."

Huang Qingpeng did not expect Song Qingshu to be so direct. At first, he was worried that under Song Yuanqiao's education, he would become a person who knew how to "take the overall situation into consideration." He also calculated that although Song Qingshu's martial arts was not as good as his own, it was still enough to rival a first-class warrior.

The two of them together really have a chance of winning.

"Okay." Song Qingshu put away the Qingfeng sword and was about to jump out of the house. He thought of something again and then asked: "You were in the house just now..."

Being looked at by Song Qingshu with a strange look, Huang Qingpeng felt very ashamed and said embarrassedly, "I didn't really do anything to those Emei female disciples. The most beautiful one, I just took off my clothes and felt something was wrong. I met you when I came out."

Already."

Song Qingshu nodded, "Give me the antidote."

"The antidote is in my room. You can go get it yourself. Room No. D, Tianzi. There are two packets under the quilt. The white one is the antidote for Tianluoyan, and the blue one is the antidote for Hehuansan." Huang Qingpeng pointed to the inn.

He said, "These two flavors are stolen from Dadu, but they are really useful. That day, Luo Yan only needed a little powder to light up and was able to stun a whole room of people. The Hehuan San was said to be the favorite item of Emperor Yuan Ting.

, a method that is beneficial to the dual cultivation of Tantric Buddhism.”

Huang Qingpeng introduced the origins of these items to Song Qingshu, also indicating that they were acquired by chance and were not something he always had with him.

Song Qingshu didn't care whether he was really a silver thief.

When I went to his room and opened the quilt, I saw two packages of things. When I opened the red one, I saw it was a pink saltpeter-like object the size of a fist, and there was a package of white powder next to it.

Song Qingshu followed Huang Qingpeng's instructions, took some white powder, melted it into water, mixed it thoroughly and put it in a wine pot. He went downstairs to find the back room, and sure enough, the innkeeper and his family were all "sleeping" soundly.

After searching for a while, I found little Zhou Zhiruo sleeping soundly on the bed in the small room in the backyard.

Song Qingshu picked her up and put a few drops of the antidote into her mouth. After a while, she frowned and was about to wake up.

Song Qingshu raised his hand to extinguish the oil lamp and quickly went out. The lamp was dark, but with the moonlight, he could still see the slender figure of the little girl that was beginning to take shape when she stood up.

"Hey, how did I fall asleep?" Zhou Zhiruo remembered that she was still making the bedding before, but somehow she fell asleep.

"I don't know what day it is now..." She lit the oil lamp and found a note on the table.

"They have been poisoned by the smoke. The antidote is here. Go quickly."

Zhou Zhiruo understood the handwriting as soon as she saw it, "It seems to be Uncle Song's handwriting..."

Picking up the bottle with the word "antidote" on the table, Zhou Zhiruo went upstairs.

All the female guest officers in the rooms at Tianzihao were asleep on the bed. Zhou Zhiruo also knew simple medical skills, so when he stepped forward to investigate, he found that all of them had indeed been drugged.

"No wonder I fell asleep all of a sudden!" Zhou Zhiruo suddenly realized, and when she thought about it again, she felt that Uncle Song must have rescued her secretly.

"These people are all Emei disciples, but I can't just sit idly by. Otherwise, if we investigate, my uncle's inn may not be able to continue operating." Zhou Zhiruo thought, not doubting that he was there, so she picked up the antidote and dripped it on the Emei disciples.

In the mouth.

Sure enough, after just two drops, they had a reaction.

On the other side, Song Qingshu also returned to his room. Huang Qingpeng could not go back to the inn and agreed to meet him tomorrow. Zhou Zhiruo detoxified those Emei disciples, which was considered a good relationship.

Song Qingshu opened the quilt and was about to take a rest when he suddenly found a woman curled up under the quilt.

Ding Minjun was soaked to the skin, curled up on the bed and shivering wetly. She asked someone to lift the quilt, and she thought it was the nasty boy Song who was back, but when she looked up, she was shocked.

Seeing the man in front of him with a face as white as jade and delicate features, Ding Minjun couldn't help but sigh to himself: What a handsome young master!

The medicinal properties of Hehuan Powder have not yet dissipated, and when she thought about it, her crimson cheeks became even redder.

Song Qingshu didn't expect that she would stay in his room, and even sleep on his bed. Looking at the water stains beside the bed, the bathtub in the back room was full of water. She must have tried to use cold water to relieve her pain.

"You...who are you..." Ding Minjun gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress the turmoil in his heart.

Song Qingshu put his hand on his forehead, feeling troubled. He wanted to say that he had gone to the wrong door, but only a fool would believe it. Moreover, if this woman remained like this and stayed in her room, her junior sisters would see her the next day.

What do you think?

While Song Qingshu was hesitating, Ding Minjun could no longer restrain himself. He crossed his legs tightly and reached out to grab Song Qingshu's sleeve.

Song Qingshu was so frightened that he took a step back. Looking at Ding Minjun's hazy and longing eyes, he felt a sense of fear in his heart.

Sister, I’m just a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old kid!

Ding Minjun's eyes were blurred, his hands were thrown away, and he buried his head into the pillow, but he was still ashamed and angry.

After a while, she heard the handsome young man say, "Open your mouth and I'll give you the antidote."

She said "Ah" and turned her head. In confusion, a pill was stuffed into her mouth.

With a "gudong" sound, she swallowed it and immediately felt that her whole body became much cooler from head to toe, and the burning feeling of desire also dissipated.

"I didn't see anything this night. I don't think Miss Ding wants to ruin her reputation, right?"

Ding Minjun got up from the bed, her face still red, but it was not because of the medicine, but from the shame and anger in her heart. Not daring to say a word, Ding Minjun lowered his head, picked up his skirt and ran out.

The next day, Master Miejie came to the inn. Several female disciples said that they had been plotted by thieves last night. They had already made good excuses and only said that they had lost some property, but they did not mention anything about the flower picker.

"Master, junior sister and I were hit by smoke last night and fell asleep in the room. Fortunately, this girl woke us up." Ding Minjun pointed at Zhou Zhiruo and said.

"Oh?" Although Master Miejie is in her forties, she is very beautiful, but her face is frosty. Her two eyebrows drooped slantingly, and her eyes were staring at Zhou Zhiruo, which made her a little panicked.

"How did you find out they were smoked last night?"

Zhou Zhiruo was glanced at by her and felt as if she had done something bad, but she was not a fool. Naturally, she would not tell everything about Uncle Song, so she told her the excuse she had thought up last night:

"Reporting to Master, I was making the bed in the downstairs room last night and was about to go to bed. Suddenly I heard a fight upstairs. As soon as I went out, I saw two people chasing each other out of the inn. I listened carefully to their words and found out

, one is the thief, and the other is a hero, who will draw his sword to help when there is injustice..."

Before Zhou Zhiruo could finish her words, Master Jue interrupted her and asked Ding Minjun coldly, "Minjun, is that so?"

Ding Minjun said "Ah", as if she had something on her mind. When she heard Miejie calling her, she responded twice: "Yes, yes, master, there was indeed a man named Song last night... The knight lived upstairs.

I just don’t know which sect he is a disciple of…”

Ding Minjun said, thinking of the appearance of that guy last night, how could he not understand that the handsome young master and the boy named Song are the same person, but the Qingfeng Sword will not change his appearance. He has strong martial arts skills and handsome appearance.

Added together, it is exactly what countless girls dream of...

"Minjun!"

Seeing that Ding Minjun was distracted, Master Miejie gave a sharp shout, and then said: "I have only been apart from you for one day, and you have problems. How can I be at ease in the future?"

Ding Minjun said hurriedly, "Yes, Master, the disciple was negligent last night. In the future, the disciple must be very alert and never let such a thing happen again."

Miejie nodded. If she didn't have many direct disciples, there would be no need for her to take them down the mountain to explore the world.

Although the Emei Sect is large, it is not the only one in the family. The so-called multi-faceted Emei Sect has too many branches, and the competition within the sect is also quite fierce.

If her senior brother Gu Hongzi hadn't fought for her to become the head of the clan, how could her disciples be able to gain a foothold in Emei? When I think of Gu Hongzi, I feel sad and hateful.

Disciples of the Demon Sect, they deserve to die as soon as possible!

Among the next generation of disciples of the Emei sect, Twelve Jing, the most skilled in martial arts, is an nun, and is a branch of the same sect as Miejie. Although she is her junior, most of them do not listen to her orders.

It's a pity that among her disciples, the one who had the most high hopes actually had a relationship with the great devil of the Demon Sect and had a son! Jue Jue personally killed the disciple, but it was a pity that her son was taken away.

Her favorite disciple was killed by her own hands, and it would be a lie if she said she was not sad at all. But her name is Miejie, so she is naturally a person who kills love and desires.

Isn’t he just a disciple? If he is gone, he can find another one.

Thinking of this, Miejie cast his eyes on this little girl, but the more he looked at her, the more he liked her, and the more he looked at her, the more she seemed to suit his eyes.

"Little girl, what's your name?" Jue said with kind eyes.

"My surname is Zhou and my name is Zhiruo."

"Zhou Zhiruo? What a good name. I think it's only possible to get such a name from a house of poetry and calligraphy. How can you help me in this inn?" asked Mie Mie.

Zhou Zhiruo saw that although the master was fierce, she was not necessarily a bad person, so she said that she was originally the daughter of a fisherman by the Han River. Later, her father was killed by the Yuan army. She luckily escaped and ascended to heaven, so she came here to join her uncle.

Seeing her beautiful face, Master Miejie stopped asking her about her life and had an idea in her mind.

"You saved Min Jun and the others, and I don't know how to repay you." Miejie paused, and seeing Zhou Zhiruo's expression unchanged, he continued, "Since your father was killed by the Tatars, you must also hate the Tatars.

It's to the bone. Staying in this inn is just a meager existence, even a woman can make a career... If you are willing, you can join my Emei sect and serve as a poor nun."

"Ah?" Ding Minjun and other junior sisters were shocked. They didn't expect that Miejie would take the initiative to take on a disciple.

If this becomes true, he must be Master's closed disciple, right? All the disciples thought, and all their eyes fell on Zhou Zhiruo.

Zhou Zhiruo was neither happy nor sad, which made Miejie's eyes even more convinced that this son could become a great person.

"Master Tai, I am willing."

Her father, Zhou Ziwang, was a member of the Ming sect, but he ended up being treated as an outcast. His father wanted her to stay away from the world, but could she live a mediocre life and be safe and happy?

Not necessarily so.

Zhou Zhiruo is not willing to work as a cashier in an inn all her life, nor does she want to marry one of those philistines. The person she likes should be a martial arts master and unparalleled hero like Uncle Song.

So when Miejie placed this opportunity in front of her, she had already made up her mind.

Being quiet is just pretending to be reserved.

Although Zhou Zhiruo is young, she also has her own little thoughts.

"Okay!" Extinction smiled.

Zhou Zhiruo immediately knelt in front of Master Jiejie and said, "Disciple Zhou Zhiruo pays homage to Master."
Chapter completed!