Longevity begins with a proud smile

Chapter 181 Whoever you marry will be killed by me

Song Qingshu was by no means an ordinary person. During the encirclement and suppression of Mingjiao, he once fought alone against Yin Tianzheng's three slaves, Yin Wufu, Yin Wulu, and Yin Wushou.

Although these three people are slaves, they were all famous thieves in the underworld in the past, and their attacks are no less ruthless than those of the top players in the world. Although Song Qingshu was defeated by the three men's combined forces, his martial arts was so high that Master Miejie and a Yi All the Emei disciples looked at him sideways.

And this was the reason why he dared to challenge even though he knew Zhuo Lingfeng was the leader of the Beggar Clan.

He absolutely did not believe that in this world, apart from Zhang Wuji, there were other young people who could surpass him.

These two palms were steady and fierce, containing the superior internal strength he had cultivated for more than ten years. As soon as they hit Zhuo Lingfeng's body, he felt joyful in his heart. However, the force of the palms on his body was as if they were defeated. His two mighty palms The power disappeared without a trace, and when he was about to close his palm, his palm was stuck to the opponent's body, and he couldn't pull away even the slightest bit of internal force.

Song Qingshu was extremely horrified. He did not expect that Zhuo Neili had reached such a level.

He is also a son of a famous family, and he knows that this is a bit more difficult than knocking him out directly. Even his father and other master uncles have no such ability. Only the Grand Master can do it.

Suddenly, his face turned pale and his heart was beating fast.

Zhuo Lingfeng looked calm and composed, and said with a smile: "Mr. Song, if you think what Zhuo said is useful, just listen to it. If you think I'm talking nonsense, just treat it like a breeze. But wanting to have an endless relationship with me is definitely not what Junjie would do."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away. Song Qingshu suddenly felt a light touch on his palm, and his energy was regained. He was stimulated by the opponent's internal force, and the blood in his chest surged. He stepped back several steps before standing still.

Several Wudang disciples were shocked and rushed to Song Qingshu's side to support him.

It turns out that although Zhuo Lingfeng did not block and dodge, he had already worked hard to resist and used his inner strength just right. He was not damaged at all, but he did not use his palm power to hurt him, but he also wanted to let him know how powerful he was, so he killed him. It stuck, and finally flicked it away.

Song Qing's face was ashen and his chest was heaving slightly. He really didn't expect that besides Zhang Wuji, there was a young boy in this world who was not as good as him.

After all, Zhang Wuji and his master are both Zhang Sanfeng, the best master in the world, which can give them some psychological comfort.

But where did this person named Zhuo come from?

Thinking about it, he looked back at Zhou Zhiruo.

Zhou Zhiruo frowned and said, "Gang Leader Zhuo is unparalleled in the world in martial arts. I tell you not to be rude, it's for your own good!"

Song Qingshu's bones went numb when he heard that his sweetheart was doing it for his own good, but then he felt a bit sarcastic, and his face turned red for a moment. He knew that Zhuo Lingfeng was showing mercy to him, but he couldn't control his anger.

There was a "clang" sound, he drew his sword out of its scabbard, flew up to grab it, and was about to raise his sword to stab Zhuo Lingfeng.

Zhou Zhiruo shouted: "Stop!"

This crisp and gentle sound fell into Song Qingshu's ears, but it had an irresistible force, so he responded and stopped.
Suddenly I heard a woman sneer and say: "There are too many self-righteous people in this world. For their own selfish desires, they will jump into a pit of fire even though they know it is a fire pit."

After hearing the chirping of the warbler, everyone looked over involuntarily, but saw a green shadow on the old tree where Zhuo Lingfeng was sitting just now flickered, and a person flew down, as light as falling flowers and flying catkins, without making any sound.

When Song Qingshu and Wudang disciples saw the person coming, wearing a square scarf and a green shirt, his face was like a crescent moon, his face was as bright as jade, his eyes were as clear as water, his cherry mouth was small, and he looked like he was happy but frowned. Instantly, his heart was filled with anger, and he was filled with anger.

The visitor was none other than Zhao Min, who was wearing men's clothing.

After the Wudang disciples were captured, they were loaded into trucks in batches at Luliu Village and met Zhao Min once.

This matter was a great shame and humiliation for them, and they were deeply impressed by her appearance. At this moment, they all pulled out their swords and looked left and right.

When Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo saw Zhao Min for the first time, they were a little startled and looked around.One knows that she has many masters, and the other is looking for a master.

Zhao Min shouted at Zhuo Lingfeng: "You have practiced martial arts just to get beaten?"

Although Zhao Min fell out with Zhuo Lingfeng, he couldn't help but feel a little angry when he saw that Song Qingshu scolded and hit him but he didn't fight back.

Zhuo Lingfeng had just heard the sounds of Master Miejie and Zhao Min using their body skills, so he was unwilling to fight back and wanted to leave as soon as possible.

At this time, he suddenly saw Zhao Min appear and scold him, and he was very happy. He knew that she cared about him and wanted to see her, but he thought that she didn't want him to appear in front of her, so he hesitated for a moment.

At this time, Song Qingshu's eyes flashed fiercely, he jumped like a tiger, his long sword trembled, and he stabbed Zhao Min's chest with the "Qing Luo Xiao Fan" move.

The other four disciples of the Wudang Sect looked at each other and roared in unison, their swords making a swiping sound as they moved toward Zhao Min.

They knew Zhao Min's identity very well. Since he had no subordinates, if they didn't take action now, then when would they wait?

Zhao Min's martial arts is not weak, but when he saw several people coming with swords, he didn't even dodge.

Zhuo Lingfeng shouted urgently: "Wait a minute!" He swayed past Zhao Min for more than ten feet, rushed to Zhao Min, stretched out his hand, put the edge of his right palm on the hilt of Song Qingshu's sword, and gently pushed it to the right.

With a few clanging sounds, his long sword collided with his fellow swordsman and pushed him away. The fellow swordsman pushed another man away, and so on. In an instant, all five people's sword moves were resolved.

Zhuo Lingfeng's casual swipe, the accuracy and skill of the force were all superb. Not to mention that there were only five opponents, even if ten or eight people attacked at the same time, he could still attack the enemy with his own sword. Use the enemy's sword to pick up the enemy's whip, use the enemy's spear to attack the enemy, and eliminate the enemy's power.

The arms of several Wudang disciples shook violently, and they each jumped away. They were both impressed and horrified for a moment.

Song Qingshu was furious and shouted: "Zhuo, how dare you help this witch?"

Zhuo Lingfeng knew that Zhao Min had captured them alive, which was quite humiliating. It was human nature for enemies to meet at this time, but he did not want to explain it to him, a third-generation disciple.

Then Zhao Min snorted coldly and said: "You boy, you don't kowtow to say hello when you see your uncle, how can you be so rude and shouting here?"

There was a buzz in Song Qingshu's head, and he was really angry. He took a step forward, stared at Zhao Min and said sternly: "What did you say?"

Zhao Min smiled and said: "I said you should call me uncle, but it's okay to call me aunt."

Song Qingshu was already angry when he lost to Zhuo Lingfeng, and when he saw Zhao Min pretending to be his senior, suddenly a burst of flames shot straight to the top of his head, he shouted loudly, and he raised his sword to stab.

Zhuo Lingfeng frowned slightly, stretched out two fingers, and with a "clang" sound, he had already grasped the edge of his sword.

Zhao Min said to Zhuo Lingfeng: "How dare you appear in front of me now?"

Zhuo Lingfeng said casually: "You ran out of this on your own."

Song Qingshu felt that the sword seemed to be pierced into a crack in the stone. He could not penetrate, pull out, or twist. He was so embarrassed. He saw the two of them asking and answering questions, but they did not take him seriously, and he felt even more annoyed. , shouted sharply: "Zhuo Lingfeng, as the leader of the Beggar Clan, you are colluding with the Mongolian witch!"

Zhuo Lingfeng said in a deep voice: "Miss Zhao is a registered disciple of Master Zhang. If you dare to be disrespectful, you will suffer."

Song Qingshu cursed loudly: "You fart, how could my great master accept a demon girl as his disciple?"

Zhuo Lingfeng snorted coldly: "I don't know what is good or bad!"

With a flick of his finger, there was a clang of jingling, and Song Qingshu's long sword was broken into five or six pieces.

Song Qingshu suddenly felt a huge earthquake in his arm, and a strong force filled his heart. He staggered back, clutching the hilt of the sword with both eyes. He looked at Zhuo Lingfeng, his face flushed, and said in a trembling voice: "You dare to break my sword?"

Zhuo Lingfeng said coldly: "You should be lucky that your head was not cut off!"

The four Wudang disciples looked angry and were about to pounce again, with great potential to fight for their lives.

Zhou Zhiruo shouted: "Gang Leader Zhuo is right, Master Zhang did accept Miss Zhao as a registered disciple!"

Song Qingshu's heart suddenly sank, and several other Wudang disciples were also stunned.

Suddenly, a rough voice rang out: "I met the princess last time, but I didn't know that you were interested in becoming my junior sister to Mo Qi?"

The Wudang disciples said happily: "Uncle Seventh Master!"

Zhuo Lingfeng heard the faint sound of horse hoofbeats, still a mile away, but his words seemed to be close to his ears, calm, calm and effortless, which showed that Mo Shenggu had extraordinary skills.

The ride was as fast as the wind, and everyone saw the rider on the horse approaching. The man was tall and majestic. Although he was only in his thirties, he had a thick beard on his face. His eyes were like lightning, and he took everything into his eyes. He paused for a moment on Song Qingshu's broken sword.

Song Qingshu rushed forward and saluted: "Uncle Seventh!" He pointed at Zhuo Lingfeng and said: "Uncle, he is the leader of the Beggar Clan, and he actually helped that monster..."

Mo Shenggu waved his hand and said: "Needless to say, you do have an additional junior uncle. We just found out not long ago that it was your father who asked me to call you back this time!" Song Qingshu and several junior brothers looked at each other in shock. Sometimes they couldn't help but not believe it.

Zhao Min smiled and said: "Senior Brother Mo, if you insult your elders, does it count as one of the following offenses in our Wudang Sect?"

Zhuo Lingfeng stopped him with his hands and said, "Minmin, don't be rude!"

Zhao Min snorted: "Master Zhuo, please call me Miss Zhao!" After speaking, he walked aside.

A look of shock flashed across Mo Shenggu's face. For a veteran like him, he couldn't help but express his feelings. It was obvious how shocked he was in his heart. He thought, "Could it be that what Wuji and the others said is wrong?"

He landed lightly off the horse, and as soon as his feet hit the ground, he cupped his hands towards Zhuo Lingfeng and said, "Wudang Mo Qi is polite, may I ask if you are the leader of Zhuo Lingfeng!"

Zhuo Lingfeng saw that his demeanor and pace were indeed that of a first-class master. He raised his hands and said in return, "Zhuo Lingfeng, a martial arts disciple, has met Mo Qixia!"

Mo Shenggu learned all the ins and outs from Zhang Wuji's mouth, and knew about the affair between Zhuo Lingfeng and the Mongolian princess. Several mature senior brothers felt that Zhuo Lingfeng was an evil young man who liked beauty.

But Zhuo Lingfeng's face was like a jade, full of heroic spirit, the essence of a pair of eyes was looming, and the sharpness was hidden, which showed that his internal strength was extraordinary. He was actually very similar to his Wuji nephew. Especially when he was teased by Zhao Min, there was no trace of emotion on his face. Not the slightest trace of evil frivolity.

Only then did I think about it, no wonder Master Miejie and the Fourth Lao Yu of the Beggar Clan condescended to him and praised him as the leader of the Beggar Clan.

As for Zhao Min being accepted as a registered disciple by his master, although he felt that this was too ridiculous, he could only obey his master's decision.

Mo Shenggu glanced at a big tree in the distance again, and said with a smile: "Is this master the master of Emei's master Jiejie?"

Song Qingshu and others were all shocked. None of them noticed anyone behind the tree, but Zhuo Lingfeng had already known that Master Miejie and Zhao Min had arrived together.

But he couldn't help but feel regretful about it. Mo Shenggu's internal and external skills were both superb, and he was worthy of being a first-class master. However, he died at the hands of two villains, his nephew and Chen Youliang.

Suddenly, a figure flashed behind the tree, and the tall and thin figure of Master Miejie came slowly.

She carried her green robe and monk's hat on her hands, her steps were graceful, and she was not disturbed by the dust. She was in front of him in an instant. Zhou Zhiruo saluted and called: "Master."

Zhuo Lingfeng, Mo Shenggu and other Wudang disciples also took a few steps forward, saluted and asked, "Have you met the master?"

Master Jiejie said: "You're welcome!"

Mo Shenggu cupped his hands and said, "Master Tai, please take a step to speak!"

Master Miejie and him immediately took a distance to talk.

Zhuo Lingfeng looked at Zhao Min from a distance and saw that she was sitting under the tree at the moment, lowering her head and thinking, looking at her beautiful face, but for some reason, she suddenly felt a little strange. Although she was close at hand, she seemed to be thousands of miles away, and she could reach out and touch her. , but also out of reach.

Zhuo Lingfeng's heart hurt: "What should I do?"

Thinking of her determination not to let herself call her "Min Min", she was obviously very conflicted. Thinking of this, all her enthusiasm turned into a sigh.

Zhao Min sensed this and glanced at him, seeing that he was also looking at her, with a bright red color on his face.

After a while, he nodded slightly and suddenly said decisively: "Follow me!"

Zhuo Lingfeng was delighted when he heard this. He said "oh" and followed immediately.

The two of them walked a few steps when Song Qingshu suddenly said loudly: "Gang Leader Zhuo, please respect yourself at this time!"

Zhao Minfang was about to retort, but Mo Shenggu already said: "Qingshu, don't be rude!"

Song Qingshu said oh and said nothing.

Zhuo Lingfeng and Zhao Min walked side by side, leaving the town and walking into a forest. They saw a mixture of red and purple wild flowers in the forest, like a collection of brocade.

Zhuo Lingfeng looked at Zhao Min, it was really beautiful that people and flowers complemented each other, and he couldn't help but said: "The ancients often said that the moon is shy of the flowers. I didn't believe it before, but after meeting you, I realized that there really is such a beauty in the world." Son!"

"Really?" Zhao Min said casually, "Is it just me? Is that Miss Ren considered a moon-shy flower?"

Zhuo Lingfeng had just bent over and folded a flower, intending to put it in Zhao Min's hand. At this moment, he stopped and couldn't help but sigh.

"Actually, there is no need to ask." Zhao Min said sadly: "After all, you and her are a real couple, and it seems a bit difficult for you to make a choice.

But since I first saw you in the Western Region, I have been extremely reluctant to leave you.Always keep an eye out for you and send people to find out where you are.

You said on Wudang Mountain that your time on this earth has not been long. My heart felt like it was torn apart. For the first time in my life, I felt sad for a man. "

He said with a bitter look on his face: "But since you told me all the truth, I have been thinking over and over again in the past ten days. Is the relationship between you and me a man and a woman, or is it what you call a destiny protagonist? God changes in the dark. I thought, actually this is not love!"

Zhuo Lingfeng looked at her, his heart became hot, he was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "Minmin, I don't know what you are thinking, but I know that you took away the brocade box and told me never to appear in front of you. I’m extremely heartbroken.”

Zhao Min showed a look of reminiscence and said quietly: "So what if I feel heartbroken?"

"Maybe in this life, you and I are destined to miss each other."

The word "no" rolled in Zhuo Lingfeng's throat, and finally turned into a sigh.

Zhao Min's eyes showed fierce murderous intent, and he gritted his teeth and said: "The day I was abandoned by you made me full of resentment, so I couldn't help but use the most powerful means to deal with you Han people. Only in this way can we let you You know how powerful I am!"

Zhuo Lingfeng couldn't help but feel a chill when he saw her twisted face and fierce eyes. Unexpectedly, he almost turned a beautiful woman into a man-eating demon.

But Zhao Min suddenly lost his sight and said with a sad smile: "I have decided, I have to do something!"

"what?"

The murderous intent on Zhao Min's face was gone, with a gentle look on his face, and he said softly: "Actually, I know that you actually have me in your heart, so I can't do that!"

Zhuo Lingfeng nodded sharply.

Zhao Min glanced at him and said with a smile: "But who am I in your heart? Whether my love for you is as strong as I imagined, there will be an answer! This way, it will save you and me pain!"

Zhuo Lingfeng's hands and feet were cold, his mind was in chaos, and countless thoughts were confused and entangled. He suddenly grabbed Zhao Min's shoulders and twisted her to face him.

Zhao Min's face turned pale, and he turned his eyes and looked into the distance. There was a cruel look in his eyes, and he said in a harsh voice: "I don't want to believe in what the world says about fate, and I don't want to believe in what you, an outsider, say. Destiny, I only know that what I, Min Min Te Mu, have decided to do will definitely be done, no matter what the final success or failure, I have no regrets!"

She turned her head, stared at Zhuo Lingfeng and said: "Even if you agree to give up your position as the leader of the Beggar Clan now, you still can't persuade me to return it, because I just thought that if there is really no tomorrow with you in this life, then I will also It needs to be clear!"

As he spoke, he opened Zhuo Lingfeng's hand.

Zhuo Lingfeng held her tightly and said slowly: "What exactly are you going to do? You must tell me!"

"Just say it!" Zhao Min raised his eyebrows: "When I return to Dadu, I will get married immediately!"

"How dare you!" Zhuo Lingfeng blurted out: "Whoever you marry, I will kill!"

"Okay! This is exactly what I expected!"

Zhao Min smiled coldly: "By then, it will be clear whether you want me or your martial arts reputation?"

Zhuo Lingfeng's chest felt like a giant hammer, and he couldn't help but take two steps back. His eyes were wide open, showing pain.

Zhao Min sighed softly and said: "Zhuo Lingfeng, since ancient times, I have been passionate and hateful. Good dreams are the easiest to wake up from.

Now I don’t even know what kind of feelings I have for you, and you don’t know anything about me, so there is no other way except this method! "

With a flick of his sleeves, he floated out of the forest.

(End of this chapter)