Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 102 On Martial Arts

When coming down from Mount Hua, Xia Qingqing looked at Song Qingshu in doubt and asked: "How did you compete with Master Feng Tai just now? Why can't I see anything?"

"That's why we are called masters," Song Qingshu said stupidly. Seeing that the other party looked like he was trying to fight, he quickly explained, "Ordinary people, I don't tell him, but you asked. I will use easy-to-understand words with you. It’s okay to explain it in words."

After sorting out the language, Song Qingshu said: "There was once a super master named Dugu seeking defeat. He defeated the world's masters in his life, seeking a defeat is not available. One of the characteristics of his swordsmanship is that all moves are offensive. There are offenses and no defenses, how do you think he did it?"

"It's difficult to defeat the world's masters, but no one in the martial arts can do it," Xia Qingqing meditated for a moment, and said softly, "but no matter how high a person's martial arts is, there is ultimately its limit. Not anymore?"

"I used to think that the legend was exaggerated, but now I can slowly figure out the doorway." Recalling the few lines left by Dugu Qiu on the wall of the Shendiao Valley Sword Tomb, Song Qingshu wryly smiled: I paid Complaining about Dugu's defeat did not leave behind any martial arts secrets. How could he know that he had poured the crystallization of his lifelong martial arts into those few lines, but his realm was too low at the time to be able to tell.

"Which way?" Xia Qingqing asked quickly when he stopped as he spoke.

Song Qingshu came back to his senses, grabbed a leaf from the roadside tree, turned his head and said, "Extend two fingers."

Xia Qingqing didn't know why, she still stretched out two slender fingers obediently.

Seeing two jade fingers that were as clear as green onions in front of him, Song Qingshu gave a secret compliment, put the leaf between the two fingers, and said: "I can let go at any time, you see if you can hold it."

Xia Qingqing quickly stared between her fingers intently. After a while, she saw Song Qing's hand loosened and quickly removed her fingers, but the leaves had already slipped and fell.

"Come again!" Xia Qingqing said unconvincedly.

Song Qingshu smiled: "Okay!"

After trying three times in a row, Xia Qingqing couldn't help but said in annoyance: "Why is this happening..."

"A real master knows his attack range very well. When someone else enters your range, you should shoot immediately, just like this." Song Qingshu held Xia Qingqing's small hand, and just put a leaf between her fingers. At the time, Song Qingshu squeezed his hand, causing Xia Qingqing's **** to come together immediately, and immediately caught the leaf.

Feeling the temperature of the other's palm, Xia Qingqing shuddered on her body, and quickly pulled her hand back quietly, and asked in confusion, "But you haven't let go?"

"Stupid girl, when you see clearly that I shot and then fight back, defeat is doomed at the beginning." Song Qingshu continued, "For a real master, within a certain distance, any large-scale move Chapter 102 On Wu

No matter how fast it is, there is no hope of success. Therefore, the route and angle of the opponent's moves are predictable. "

"When you observe where the opponent's hand is, the movement of your eyes, the slight sinking of your shoulders, and where your toes are facing, you can figure out where the opponent's strength is..."

"Help?" Xia Qingqing didn't know why.

"A person, no matter how high the martial arts is, he must use or be close to his own power point to make moves, otherwise his moves will be illusory and won't hurt when hitting the body. When you determine the opponent's power point, then you It is clear that the effective attack he can make is actually only a small piece or one direction."

"The opponent's power point is not static. When his body has subtle changes, the power point will often change drastically, and you have to change accordingly. Of course, these require experience and vision."

Song Qingshu talked eloquently, but in his heart he was very grateful for Dongfang Undefeated. If it weren't for the first time he was beaten with no power to fight back, and on the top of the Jade Emperor, he clearly saw how he killed Yuan Chengzhi. Will always think about the nature of martial arts, and produce these epiphanies. Although embarrassed in the second fight, he was able to escape his life from the undefeated men of the East. Deception is one aspect, and the improvement of his martial arts realm is also indispensable.

Xia Qingqing suddenly realized, "It's no wonder that you and Master Feng Tai over the cliff, one moves your feet on the spot, the other sideways on the spot, even if you have fought each other."

"Yes, the slight changes in the body are enough for us to estimate the opponent's upcoming attack, and then make a corresponding counterattack. Although we fought thirty-six moves, in fact, there is only one move." After being defeated by Feng Qingyang, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity that he would have to pay back sooner or later.

"Didn't it mean thirty-six tricks? How come it has become a trick again?" Xia Qingqing only felt that thinking could not keep up with the other party's language.

Song Qingshu explained: "Because the previous thirty-five tricks, whether it was the old man Feng or me, did not finish using them. They were often seen through by the other party as soon as they had some signs, so they had to immediately change to another trick, and so on until the other party's last trick. I didn't crack it in time, which led to the defeat."

Xia Qingqing looked at Song Qingshu with admiration: "Brother Song, I didn't expect your martial arts to reach this level."

"Unfortunately, it is still not as good as those of the East Unbeaten Wind Qingyang." Song Qingshu said with a wry smile.

Xia Qingqing sternly advised: "They are all top masters who have been famous for decades. You are still young. It is not difficult to reach or even exceed their level after a few years."

Song Qingshu was taken aback, and fortunately looked at Xia Qingqing: "Fortunately, you reminded you quietly, otherwise I have been so eager for quick success and instant profit, and sooner or later I will get into trouble."

A smile appeared on Xia Qingqing's lips, and she quickly straightened her face: "Call me Mrs. Yuan."

"Well, my Madam Yuan, where do you plan to go next?" Song Qingshu reluctantly shrugged his shoulders. Chapter 102 On Wu

"Mrs. Yuan is Mrs. Yuan, what yours and mine." Xia Qingqing said irritably, "Big Brother Yuan’s brothers and sisters went to Beijing to avenge him. Now the Forbidden City has become a dragon’s lair. I naturally go to the capital to see if I can advance. Stop them."

"Isn't it really looking for a reason to be with me?" Song Qingshu's face was filled with an unstoppable smile.

"You are not beautiful!" Xia Qingqing rolled her eyes helplessly.

"But I have to go to various schools to take hostages. I'm afraid that time is too late." Song Qingshu couldn't help being dumbfounded when he suddenly remembered the task given to him by Kangxi.

"Hmph, I didn't say I want to be with you again." Xia Qingqing had already borrowed a horse from Jianzong and turned on the horse. "I'll be on the road first, and we will see you in the capital when the time comes." After speaking, he spurred the horse. Only a **** of dust was left in front of Song Qingshu's eyes.

"Cross the river to demolish the bridge, Chi Guoguo crosses the river to demolish the bridge, people are not old!" Song Qing stayed in the same place and choked speechlessly, and had to embark on a journey to various sects. Chapter One Hundred and Three

Under the Qing Dynasty, there are really no sects that can be known. What kind of sect, the Wei Tuomen, the merchant fort, the green bamboo gang, the Penglai sect... are all incompetent in the world, but the Taishan sect can be regarded as one of the many sects in the Qing Dynasty. Up.

Everywhere Song Qingshu went, except for a few sects who expressed dissatisfaction, most of the sects were full of surprises. They thought that they could send their nephews to the palace as guards. Not only did a group of people not resist as they imagined, they appeared to be very cooperative, wishing their nephews and nephews could do it. Immediately went to Beijing to report with Song Qingshu.

Some of them couldn't bear the enthusiasm of the heads of the various factions. Song Qingshu hurriedly used the excuse to go to other sects to deliver the decree, leaving them with relevant vouchers so that they could report on their own within a month to the commanding office of the guards of the capital.

I miss Xia Qingqing, who is rushing to the capital. Song Qingshu has always been on the road with Tread Sand Wuhen. On the one hand, he exercises his dynamic vision, so that he can use it in the battle against the enemy, not just to polish the soles of his feet. On the one hand, to save time, he spent so much time on Xia Qingqing. If it was just because she was a step late to return to Beijing that caused her to have an accident to save the Xin Shu couple, it would really be regarded as letting the cooked duck fly. He must not be depressed to death.

Fortunately, the various sects cooperated very well, and even the Taoist Taoist Tianmen, the head of the Taishan Sect, resigned to send his most proud disciple to Beijing. Song Qingshu traveled all the way, and it only took ten days to run dozens of sects.

"A crying night, short sighs and long sighs, like being trapped in the wilderness, everything withers..." Song Qingshu was hurried back to Yanjing while singing along the way.

When passing by the junction of Shandong and Jiangsu, there was a sound of warriors from a forest in front of him. Song Qingshu looked around and saw a group of bandits besieging a convoy. The guards of the convoy were supposed to be officials.

"It's up to my game~" Song Qingshu whistled and continued on his way. He didn't like the Manchu court, and hoped that the more chaotic the Qing Dynasty, the better. When Kangxi was in trouble, he had more opportunities. He likes to hear about Manchu officials being robbed and killed.

"Father, I will block them first, you hurry up and protect your mother and go first!" Suddenly a clear and pleasant sound came from my ear.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu, who had already run past, stopped suddenly. Looking back, he saw a handsome young man in the convoy playing with a sword shimmeringly, dragging at least one third of the horse thief's strength.

Song Qingshu saw that although he was dressed up as a man, he was petite and graceful, plus the sound that was as sweet as a huangying, he was clearly dressed as a man.

"The hero saves the beauty. I like the drama of the beauty who promises her body." Song Qingshu touched his chin, immediately changed his mind, and walked over there.

"Out of this reason, broad daylight, bright universe, you group of bandits dare to attack the court commander openly, is there a law of heaven in this world? Is there a king's law?" Song Qingshu put on a distressed look as he walked.

"Nerd, get out of here, Chapter 103, a sap

Under the Qing Dynasty, there are really no sects that can be known. What kind of sect, the Wei Tuomen, the merchant fort, the green bamboo gang, the Penglai sect... are all incompetent in the world, but the Taishan sect can be regarded as one of the many sects in the Qing Dynasty. Up.

Everywhere Song Qingshu went, except for a few sects who expressed dissatisfaction, most of the sects were full of surprises. They thought that they could send their nephews to the palace as guards. Not only did a group of people not resist as they imagined, they appeared to be very cooperative, wishing their nephews and nephews could do it. Immediately went to Beijing to report with Song Qingshu.

Some of them couldn't bear the enthusiasm of the heads of the various factions. Song Qingshu hurriedly used the excuse to go to other sects to deliver the decree, leaving them with relevant vouchers so that they could report on their own within a month to the commanding office of the guards of the capital.

I miss Xia Qingqing, who is rushing to the capital. Song Qingshu has always been on the road with Tread Sand Wuhen. On the one hand, he exercises his dynamic vision, so that he can use it in the battle against the enemy, not just to polish the soles of his feet. On the one hand, to save time, he spent so much time on Xia Qingqing. If it was just because she was a step late to return to Beijing that caused her to have an accident to save the Xin Shu couple, it would really be regarded as letting the cooked duck fly. He must not be depressed to death.

Fortunately, the various sects cooperated very well, and even the Taoist Taoist Tianmen, the head of the Taishan Sect, resigned to send his most proud disciple to Beijing. Song Qingshu traveled all the way, and it only took ten days to run dozens of sects.

"A crying night, short sighs and long sighs, like being trapped in the wilderness, everything withers..." Song Qingshu was hurried back to Yanjing while singing along the way.

When passing by the junction of Shandong and Jiangsu, there was a sound of warriors from a forest in front of him. Song Qingshu looked around and saw a group of bandits besieging a convoy. The guards of the convoy were supposed to be officials.

"It's up to my game~" Song Qingshu whistled and continued on his way. He didn't like the Manchu court, and hoped that the more chaotic the Qing Dynasty, the better. When Kangxi was in trouble, he had more opportunities. He likes to hear about Manchu officials being robbed and killed.

"Father, I will block them first, you hurry up and protect your mother and go first!" Suddenly a clear and pleasant sound came from my ear.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu, who had already run past, stopped suddenly. Looking back, he saw a handsome young man in the convoy playing with a sword shimmeringly, dragging at least one third of the horse thief's strength.

Song Qingshu saw that although he was dressed up as a man, he was petite and graceful, plus the sound that was as sweet as a huangying, he was clearly dressed as a man.

"The hero saves the beauty. I like the drama of the beauty who promises her body." Song Qingshu touched his chin, immediately changed his mind, and walked over there.

"Out of this reason, broad daylight, bright universe, you group of bandits dare to attack the court commander openly, is there a law of heaven in this world? Is there a king's law?" Song Qingshu put on a distressed look as he walked.

"Nerd, get out of here, Chapter 103, a sap

Under the Qing Dynasty, there are really no sects that can be known. What kind of sect, the Wei Tuomen, the merchant fort, the green bamboo gang, the Penglai sect... are all incompetent in the world, but the Taishan sect can be regarded as one of the many sects in the Qing Dynasty. Up.

Everywhere Song Qingshu went, except for a few sects who expressed dissatisfaction, most of the sects were full of surprises. They thought that they could send their nephews to the palace as guards. Not only did a group of people not resist as they imagined, they appeared to be very cooperative, wishing their nephews and nephews could do it. Immediately went to Beijing to report with Song Qingshu.

Some of them couldn't bear the enthusiasm of the heads of the various factions. Song Qingshu hurriedly used the excuse to go to other sects to deliver the decree, leaving them with relevant vouchers so that they could report on their own within a month to the commanding office of the guards of the capital.

I miss Xia Qingqing, who is rushing to the capital. Song Qingshu has always been on the road with Tread Sand Wuhen. On the one hand, he exercises his dynamic vision, so that he can use it in the battle against the enemy, not just to polish the soles of his feet. On the one hand, to save time, he spent so much time on Xia Qingqing. If it was just because she was a step late to return to Beijing that caused her to have an accident to save the Xin Shu couple, it would really be regarded as letting the cooked duck fly. He must not be depressed to death.

Fortunately, the various sects cooperated very well, and even the Taoist Taoist Tianmen, the head of the Taishan Sect, resigned to send his most proud disciple to Beijing. Song Qingshu traveled all the way, and it only took ten days to run dozens of sects.

"A crying night, short sighs and long sighs, like being trapped in the wilderness, everything withers..." Song Qingshu was hurried back to Yanjing while singing along the way.

When passing by the junction of Shandong and Jiangsu, there was a sound of warriors from a forest in front of him. Song Qingshu looked around and saw a group of bandits besieging a convoy. The guards of the convoy were supposed to be officials.

"It's up to my game~" Song Qingshu whistled and continued on his way. He didn't like the Manchu court, and hoped that the more chaotic the Qing Dynasty, the better. When Kangxi was in trouble, he had more opportunities. He likes to hear about Manchu officials being robbed and killed.

"Father, I will block them first, you hurry up and protect your mother and go first!" Suddenly a clear and pleasant sound came from my ear.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu, who had already run past, stopped suddenly. Looking back, he saw a handsome young man in the convoy playing with a sword shimmeringly, dragging at least one third of the horse thief's strength.

Song Qingshu saw that although he was dressed up as a man, he was petite and graceful, plus the sound that was as sweet as a huangying, he was clearly dressed as a man.

"The hero saves the beauty. I like the drama of the beauty who promises her body." Song Qingshu touched his chin, immediately changed his mind, and walked over there.

"Out of this reason, broad daylight, bright universe, you group of bandits dare to attack the court commander openly, is there a law of heaven in this world? Is there a king's law?" Song Qingshu put on a distressed look as he walked.

"Nerd, get out of here, Chapter 103, a sap

Under the Qing Dynasty, there are really no sects that can be obtained. What kind of door, the Wei Tuomen, the merchant fort, the green bamboo gang, the Penglai school... are all incompetent in the world, but the Taishan school can be regarded as one of the many sects in the Qing Dynasty. Up.

Everywhere Song Qingshu went, except for a few sects who showed dissatisfaction, most of the sects were full of surprises. They thought that they could send their nephews to the palace to serve as guards in the palace. Not only did a group of people not resist as they imagined, they appeared to be very cooperative. Immediately went to Beijing to report with Song Qingshu.

Some of them couldn't bear the enthusiasm of the heads of the various factions. Song Qingshu hurriedly used the excuse to go to other sects to deliver the decree, leaving them with relevant vouchers so that they could report on their own within a month to the headquarters of the guards of the capital.

I miss Xia Qingqing, who is rushing to the capital. Song Qingshu has always been on the road with Tread Sand Wuhen. On the one hand, he exercises his dynamic vision, so that he can use it in the battle against the enemy, not just to polish the soles of his feet. On the one hand, to save time, he spent so much time on Xia Qingqing. If it was just because she was a step late to return to Beijing that caused her to have an accident to save the Xin Shu couple, it would really be regarded as letting the cooked duck fly. He must not be depressed to death.

Fortunately, the various sects cooperated very well, and even the Taoist Taoist Tianmen, the head of the Taishan Sect, resigned to send his most proud disciple to Beijing. Song Qingshu traveled all the way, and it only took ten days to run dozens of sects.

"A crying night, short sighs and long sighs, like being trapped in the wilderness, everything withers..." Song Qingshu was on his way back to Yanjing, singing along the way.

When passing by the junction of Shandong and Jiangsu, there was a sound of warriors from a forest in front of him. Song Qingshu looked around and saw a group of bandits besieging a convoy. The guards of the convoy were supposed to be officials.

"It's up to my game~" Song Qingshu whistled and continued on his way. He didn't like the Manchu court, and hoped that the more chaotic the Qing Dynasty, the better. When Kangxi was in trouble, he had more opportunities. He likes to hear about Manchu officials being robbed and killed.

"Father, I will block them first, you hurry up and protect your mother and go first!" Suddenly a clear and pleasant sound came from my ear.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu, who had already run past, stopped suddenly. Looking back, he saw a handsome young man in the convoy playing with a sword shimmeringly, dragging at least one third of the horse thief's strength.

Song Qingshu saw that although he was dressed up as a man, he was petite and graceful, plus the sound that was as sweet as a huangying, he was clearly dressed as a man.

"The hero saves the beauty. I like the drama of the beauty who promises her body." Song Qingshu touched his chin, immediately changed his mind, and walked over there.

"There is no reason, broad daylight, bright heaven and earth, you bandits dare to attack the imperial court commander openly, is there a law of heaven in this world? Is there a king's law?" Song Qingshu put on a distressed look as he walked.

"Nerd, get out of here, Chapter 103, a sap

Under the Qing Dynasty, there are really no sects that can be obtained. What kind of door, the Wei Tuomen, the merchant fort, the green bamboo gang, the Penglai school... are all incompetent in the world, but the Taishan school can be regarded as one of the many sects in the Qing Dynasty. Up.

Everywhere Song Qingshu went, except for a few sects who showed dissatisfaction, most of the sects were full of surprises. They thought that they could send their nephews to the palace to serve as guards in the palace. Not only did a group of people not resist as they imagined, they appeared to be very cooperative. Immediately went to Beijing to report with Song Qingshu.

Some of them couldn't bear the enthusiasm of the heads of the various factions. Song Qingshu hurriedly used the excuse to go to other sects to deliver the decree, leaving them with relevant vouchers so that they could report on their own within a month to the headquarters of the guards of the capital.

I miss Xia Qingqing, who is rushing to the capital. Song Qingshu has always been on the road with Tread Sand Wuhen. On the one hand, he exercises his dynamic vision, so that he can use it in the battle against the enemy, not just to polish the soles of his feet. On the one hand, to save time, he spent so much time on Xia Qingqing. If it was just because she was a step late to return to Beijing that caused her to have an accident to save the Xin Shu couple, it would really be regarded as letting the cooked duck fly. He must not be depressed to death.

Fortunately, the various sects cooperated very well, and even the Taoist Taoist Tianmen, the head of the Taishan Sect, resigned to send his most proud disciple to Beijing. Song Qingshu traveled all the way, and it only took ten days to run dozens of sects.

"A crying night, short sighs and long sighs, like being trapped in the wilderness, everything withers..." Song Qingshu was on his way back to Yanjing, singing along the way.

When passing by the junction of Shandong and Jiangsu, there was a sound of warriors from a forest in front of him. Song Qingshu looked around and saw a group of bandits besieging a convoy. The guards of the convoy were supposed to be officials.

"It's up to my game~" Song Qingshu whistled and continued on his way. He didn't like the Manchu court, and hoped that the more chaotic the Qing Dynasty, the better. When Kangxi was in trouble, he had more opportunities. He likes to hear about Manchu officials being robbed and killed.

"Father, I will block them first, you hurry up and protect your mother and go first!" Suddenly a clear and pleasant sound came from my ear.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu, who had already run past, stopped suddenly. Looking back, he saw a handsome young man in the convoy playing with a sword shimmeringly, dragging at least one third of the horse thief's strength.

Song Qingshu saw that although he was dressed up as a man, he was petite and graceful, plus the sound that was as sweet as a huangying, he was clearly dressed as a man.

"The hero saves the beauty. I like the drama of the beauty who promises her body." Song Qingshu touched his chin, immediately changed his mind, and walked over there.

"There is no reason, broad daylight, bright heaven and earth, you bandits dare to attack the imperial court commander openly, is there a law of heaven in this world? Is there a king's law?" Song Qingshu put on a distressed look as he walked.

"Nerd, get out of here, Chapter 103, a sap

Under the Qing Dynasty, there are really no sects that can be obtained. What kind of door, the Wei Tuomen, the merchant fort, the green bamboo gang, the Penglai school... are all incompetent in the world, but the Taishan school can be regarded as one of the many sects in the Qing Dynasty. Up.

Everywhere Song Qingshu went, except for a few sects who showed dissatisfaction, most of the sects were full of surprises. They thought that they could send their nephews to the palace to serve as guards in the palace. Not only did a group of people not resist as they imagined, they appeared to be very cooperative. Immediately went to Beijing to report with Song Qingshu.

Some of them couldn't bear the enthusiasm of the heads of the various factions. Song Qingshu hurriedly used the excuse to go to other sects to deliver the decree, leaving them with relevant vouchers so that they could report on their own within a month to the headquarters of the guards of the capital.

I miss Xia Qingqing, who is rushing to the capital. Song Qingshu has always been on the road with Tread Sand Wuhen. On the one hand, he exercises his dynamic vision, so that he can use it in the battle against the enemy, not just to polish the soles of his feet. On the one hand, to save time, he spent so much time on Xia Qingqing. If it was just because she was a step late to return to Beijing that caused her to have an accident to save the Xin Shu couple, it would really be regarded as letting the cooked duck fly. He must not be depressed to death.

Fortunately, the various sects cooperated very well, and even the Taoist Taoist Tianmen, the head of the Taishan Sect, resigned to send his most proud disciple to Beijing. Song Qingshu traveled all the way, and it only took ten days to run dozens of sects.

"A crying night, short sighs and long sighs, like being trapped in the wilderness, everything withers..." Song Qingshu was on his way back to Yanjing, singing along the way.

When passing by the junction of Shandong and Jiangsu, there was a sound of warriors from a forest in front of him. Song Qingshu looked around and saw a group of bandits besieging a convoy. The guards of the convoy were supposed to be officials.

"It's up to my game~" Song Qingshu whistled and continued on his way. He didn't like the Manchu court, and hoped that the more chaotic the Qing Dynasty, the better. When Kangxi was in trouble, he had more opportunities. He likes to hear about Manchu officials being robbed and killed.

"Father, I will block them first, you hurry up and protect your mother and go first!" Suddenly a clear and pleasant sound came from my ear.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu, who had already run past, stopped suddenly. Looking back, he saw a handsome young man in the convoy playing with a sword shimmeringly, dragging at least one third of the horse thief's strength.

Song Qingshu saw that although he was dressed up as a man, he was petite and graceful, plus the sound that was as sweet as a huangying, he was clearly dressed as a man.

"The hero saves the beauty. I like the drama of the beauty who promises her body." Song Qingshu touched his chin, immediately changed his mind, and walked over there.

"There is no reason, broad daylight, bright heaven and earth, you bandits dare to attack the imperial court commander openly, is there a law of heaven in this world? Is there a king's law?" Song Qingshu put on a distressed look as he walked.

"Nerdy, get out of here,