Chapter 12: Xiaolong's daughter is so old
Chapter 12 Xiaolong's Daughter Is So Old
Song Qingshu carried every punch and foot that was imposed on his body very hard, holding the vegetables calmly as usual, drinking wine, although under the opponent's fist, there was hardly a mouthful of the food, and a glass of wine could be delivered smoothly. in.
"Good guy!" A boy who was about seven or eight years old stood up at a table not far away, turned his head and said to a beautiful woman wrapped in snow white fur, "Mother, I want to save him."
A group of ground ruffians were also tired from the fight. The key is that Song Qingshu looked like a dead person. They were not energetic. At this moment, they heard someone coming up and stopped, and found that it was a seven or eight-year-old doll. He burst into laughter and waited to see. After clearing the face of the woman next to him, his **** suddenly rose.
The ruffian leader opened his mouth and molested: "Oh, where is the little lady so beautiful, if you come to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not care about your baby."
"Asshole, dare to insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed the bench beside him and threw it over.
The leader of the ruffian didn't expect that he would make a move, and he was smashed to the point of carelessness, and greeted the brothers in furiously: "Slap me to death, don't touch that little lady."
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face. He didn't know what was going on there. He only felt that a few hungrily men rushed towards a child.
Seeing the people who rushed over, the boy was not in a hurry. He drew himself and brought down a ruffian, and then stood in the middle, letting everyone surround him, and fought against him several times, but everyone did not take advantage of it. .
"Huh?" Song Qingshu took a closer look and saw that the boy had an unusually short shot, raised his hand and kicked his foot, and he couldn't get out of half a foot, but his tricks were so dense that he never showed any flaws in his body, so a few hooligans could not attack at all. .
Song Qingshu discovered that his mastery was mainly defensive, and he had the essence of Taiji Gong, and he wondered how he was related to Wudang. Taking into account his identity as an abandoned Wudang apprentice, he had planned to leave first, so as not to have an embarrassing conversation.
However, he noticed that although the boy was quite decent in his gestures, but after all, he was too young and suffered too much strength, and he has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.
As a result, he didn't have a good time to leave. The few scumbags saw that they couldn't hold a child for so long, and their faces were a little bit awkward. One of them made a ruthless shot and drew the knife and slashed at the boy.
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If the kid died because he saved himself, he might be guilty for a lifetime.
The woman wrapped in white fur also shot, and saw a white ribbon fly out, entangled the boy in the circle, and pulled him back out of the circle. Chapter 12 Xiaolong's Daughter Is So Old
Seeing that Song Qingshu was trapped, he hesitated, stepped on the table next to him lightly, and flew over. Others saw a flash of white light, and the woman rushed into the circle. Song Qingshu felt that she was light, and she was sent to the boy's side by a wave of tenderness.
Song Qingshu hurriedly looked up, and saw that the white silk ribbon in the woman's hand was like a white dragon, circling and dancing vertically and horizontally, but he heard choking, choking, oh, oh, bang, and bang, and blinked. In the meantime, a few men's weapons were all captured by the wife with a silk ribbon, and all of them fell downstairs.
Song Qingshu was stunned and stared at everything in front of him. He didn't expect this delicate-looking woman to martial arts so powerful, thinking in her heart, the woman in white, who uses white silk as a weapon, is it the little dragon girl? Looking at the boy with a tiger head and a tiger brain, Song Qingshu felt a little uncomfortable: Originally, she was full of illusions about the little dragon girl, but she didn't expect her son to be so old.
The woman nodded politely to Song Qingshu, and then took the boy's hand and walked downstairs. Song Qingshu couldn't help but swallow it all in her stomach.
The boy turned his head and made a grimace at him, shrugged his shoulders with a helpless expression, amused Song Qingshu.
After hesitating, Song Qingshu decided to catch up. Xiaolongnv can be said to be the dream lover of all men. What if she has a baby now, Song Qingshu does not want to miss the great opportunity to meet her.
"Miss Dragon, wait..." Song Qingshu chased up panting all the way.
Hearing him obviously calling herself, the woman stopped, and turned her wondering back: "Did the son confess the wrong person? I don't believe in dragons."
"Why do you call my mother girl?" The boy with the head and the brain stared at him angrily.
Song Qingshu was taken aback, isn't it the little dragon girl? I quickly apologized: "I see the lady's outfit and weapons below, which are very similar to someone in the impression. I hope that the lady will forgive me. In the next Song Qingshu, I thanked the lady for her life-saving grace."
The boy interrupted at this time: "Obviously I saved you. You don't thank me, but thank my mother. It must be because of my mother's beauty that he has a bad thought in his heart. I thought you were a tough guy just now. , Now it seems to be just a disciple."
His words made both adults very embarrassed. The white-clothed woman glared at her son: "Fei'er, don't talk nonsense!" After speaking, she cast an apologetic look at Song Qingshu, "The kid is not sensible, don't mind the son. "
Listening to the woman calling him Fei'er, Song Qingshu's mind flashed, and he blurted out: "Could it be that you are Mrs. Hu?"
The woman glanced at him vigilantly: "I don't seem to have seen the son before." Chapter 12 Xiaolong's daughter is so old
, Knelt down and grabbed the boy's shoulders and asked: "Are you the Snow Mountain Flying Fox Hu Fei?"
The boy looked at him in surprise: "I'm Hu Fei, not a snow-capped flying fox. Hey, this name is quite prestigious. I will use it as a nickname in the future!"
Mrs. Hu quietly pulled Hu Fei over, and asked in a deep voice, "I wonder why the son recognizes our mother and son?"
"I respected the chivalrous and righteous people since I was a child, and under my deliberate attention, I have a better understanding of some things in the rivers and lakes," Song Qingshu arrogantly prevaricates over, frowning suddenly, looking at the crystal-like Keren in front of him, hesitatingly asked: "But I heard about it. In that year, Daxia Hu died unfortunately, and Madam Hu also died in love..."
Madam Hu smiled slightly and looked at Hu Fei dozingly: "Back then, I was indeed going to follow Big Brother Hu, but when I drew the sword, Fei'er burst into tears. I suddenly thought that although Daxia Miao is a gentleman, it is hard to guarantee. A villain was making trouble, so he decided to raise Brother Hu's only bones and blood."
Song Qingshu didn't expect that the plot had changed. It seemed that the butterfly effect he had traveled through was beginning to appear. When he was suffering from gains and losses, Hu Fei excitedly pulled his sleeves and looked at him expectantly: "Do you know my father? "
Song Qingshu came back to his senses, hearing his question, looked at the sky with fascination: "Liaodong has a knife, and when you meet a person who does evil, it is a knife. Song has always admired a great hero and hero, but it is a pity."
Seeing him admiring her husband, Mrs. Hu couldn't help but relax a little, as if recalling the days when she was a knight with her husband, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Chapter Thirteen Uncle and Sister-in-law
Hearing that he admired his father so much, Hu Fei was also very happy, but when he saw his mother's smile, his eyes rolled, "Who knows if you see our mother and son, you deliberately said my father kind words."
"Neither!" Song Qingshu's expression was solemn, and his tone was natural: "Nowadays, the title of heroes seems to be full of the streets. But those who are really called heroes only agree with two and a half?"
"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world, I don't know which two and a half have this honor?" Madam Hu was also interested in him, changing her cold expression before.
"Guo Jingguo, who guards Xiangyang, serves the country and the people, and a hero deserves it." Song Qingshu was thinking in his heart, but unfortunately his energy was all spent on national affairs, and he was somewhat dereliction of duty to his family.
"Guo Daxia is indeed a generation of heroes." The mother and son nodded one after another.
"The remaining half," Song Qingshu deliberately sold Guanzi and said, "It is Wu Liuqi, the beggar in the snow, who has truly received the favor of others, and will never forget it. It is also a man who is a strange man." As for why it is. Half of it was because Song Qingshu couldn't tell whether Wu Liuqi of this era was Wu Liuqi in Jin Yong's writing or the Wu Liuqi in history.
"Although I have never heard of this person, as you said, he is indeed a hero." Madam Hu usually admires this kind of heroic hero most, and she can't help showing her brilliance.
"Is there another one?" The child couldn't help himself. When Song Qingshu didn't continue speaking, Hu Fei asked quickly.
Song Qingshu didn't speak bluntly. Instead, he read a poem: "There are heroes in Liaodong, the heroes have a knife. The martial arts level the world, and the heroic spirit rushes into the sky. The loyalty is full of heaven and earth, and the tenderness is in the heart. It arouses the envy of scholars and hates not to associate."
Mrs. Hu's beautiful eyes were so beautiful that she looked at him deeply, "The survivor thanked the son for giving poems to the husband." Now she was really relieved, if the other party was not really familiar with Hu Yidao's life and admired him. It is impossible to make such an appropriate poem. With just a few lines, Madam Hu seemed to hear her husband’s heroic laughter again, and she couldn’t help but feel sore.
Now Hu Fei looked at Song Qingshu more and more pleasing to his eyes. Hearing his poems full of fateful regrets, his heart burst with pride, pulling Song Qingshu's sleeves and solemnly said: "I admired your pride in the restaurant just now, although his hands are not bound. The power of the chicken, but there is a clank and iron bone. If Dad sees you, he must meet each other late. Listening to your tone of regret, I am willing to form a friendship with you on behalf of Dad. I wonder if you are willing?"
Madam Hu was shocked and quickly tried to cover her son's mouth: "Fei'er, don't be fooling around!"
Sure enough, it is a flying fox in the snow mountain. Since childhood, Song Qingshu has a hearty smile. Chapter 13 Uncle and Sister-in-law
Hearing that he admired his father so much, Hu Fei was also very happy, but when he saw his mother's smile, his eyes rolled, "Who knows if you see our mother and son, you deliberately said my father kind words."
"Neither!" Song Qingshu's expression was solemn, and his tone was natural: "Nowadays, the title of heroes seems to be full of the streets. But those who are really called heroes only agree with two and a half?"
"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world, I don't know which two and a half have this honor?" Madam Hu was also interested in him, changing her cold expression before.
"Guo Jingguo, who guards Xiangyang, serves the country and the people, and a hero deserves it." Song Qingshu was thinking in his heart, but unfortunately his energy was all spent on national affairs, and he was somewhat dereliction of duty to his family.
"Guo Daxia is indeed a generation of heroes." The mother and son nodded one after another.
"The remaining half," Song Qingshu deliberately sold Guanzi and said, "It is Wu Liuqi, the beggar in the snow, who has truly received the favor of others, and will never forget it. It is also a man who is a strange man." As for why it is. Half of it was because Song Qingshu couldn't tell whether Wu Liuqi of this era was Wu Liuqi in Jin Yong's writing or the Wu Liuqi in history.
"Although I have never heard of this person, as you said, he is indeed a hero." Madam Hu usually admires this kind of heroic hero most, and she can't help showing her brilliance.
"Is there another one?" The child couldn't help himself. When Song Qingshu didn't continue speaking, Hu Fei asked quickly.
Song Qingshu didn't speak bluntly. Instead, he read a poem: "There are heroes in Liaodong, the heroes have a knife. The martial arts level the world, and the heroic spirit rushes into the sky. The loyalty is full of heaven and earth, and the tenderness is in the heart. It arouses the envy of scholars and hates not to associate."
Mrs. Hu's beautiful eyes were so beautiful that she looked at him deeply, "The survivor thanked the son for giving poems to the husband." Now she was really relieved, if the other party was not really familiar with Hu Yidao's life and admired him. It is impossible to make such an appropriate poem. With just a few lines, Madam Hu seemed to hear her husband’s heroic laughter again, and she couldn’t help but feel sore.
Now Hu Fei looked at Song Qingshu more and more pleasing to his eyes. Hearing his poems full of fateful regrets, his heart burst with pride, pulling Song Qingshu's sleeves and solemnly said: "I admired your pride in the restaurant just now, although his hands are not bound. The power of the chicken, but there is a clank and iron bone. If Dad sees you, he must meet each other late. Listening to your tone of regret, I am willing to form a friendship with you on behalf of Dad. I wonder if you are willing?"
Madam Hu was shocked and quickly tried to cover her son's mouth: "Fei'er, don't be fooling around!"
Sure enough, it is a flying fox in the snow mountain. Since childhood, Song Qingshu has a hearty smile. Chapter 13 Uncle and Sister-in-law
Hearing that he admired his father so much, Hu Fei was also very happy, but when he saw his mother's smile, his eyes rolled, "Who knows if you see our mother and son, you deliberately said my father kind words."
"Neither!" Song Qingshu's expression was solemn, and his tone was natural: "Nowadays, the title of heroes seems to be full of the streets. But those who are really called heroes only agree with two and a half?"
"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world, I don't know which two and a half have this honor?" Madam Hu was also interested in him, changing her cold expression before.
"Guo Jingguo, who guards Xiangyang, serves the country and the people, and a hero deserves it." Song Qingshu was thinking in his heart, but unfortunately his energy was all spent on national affairs, and he was somewhat dereliction of duty to his family.
"Guo Daxia is indeed a generation of heroes." The mother and son nodded one after another.
"The remaining half," Song Qingshu deliberately sold Guanzi and said, "It is Wu Liuqi, the beggar in the snow, who has truly received the favor of others, and will never forget it. It is also a man who is a strange man." As for why it is. Half of it was because Song Qingshu couldn't tell whether Wu Liuqi of this era was Wu Liuqi in Jin Yong's writing or the Wu Liuqi in history.
"Although I have never heard of this person, as you said, he is indeed a hero." Madam Hu usually admires this kind of heroic hero most, and she can't help showing her brilliance.
"Is there another one?" The child couldn't help himself. When Song Qingshu didn't continue speaking, Hu Fei asked quickly.
Song Qingshu didn't speak bluntly. Instead, he read a poem: "There are heroes in Liaodong, the heroes have a knife. The martial arts level the world, and the heroic spirit rushes into the sky. The loyalty is full of heaven and earth, and the tenderness is in the heart. It arouses the envy of scholars and hates not to associate."
Mrs. Hu's beautiful eyes were so beautiful that she looked at him deeply, "The survivor thanked the son for giving poems to the husband." Now she was really relieved, if the other party was not really familiar with Hu Yidao's life and admired him. It is impossible to make such an appropriate poem. With just a few lines, Madam Hu seemed to hear her husband’s heroic laughter again, and she couldn’t help but feel sore.
Now Hu Fei looked at Song Qingshu more and more pleasing to his eyes. Hearing his poems full of fateful regrets, his heart burst with pride, pulling Song Qingshu's sleeves and solemnly said: "I admired your pride in the restaurant just now, although his hands are not bound. The power of the chicken, but there is a clank and iron bone. If Dad sees you, he must meet each other late. Listening to your tone of regret, I am willing to form a friendship with you on behalf of Dad. I wonder if you are willing?"
Madam Hu was shocked and quickly tried to cover her son's mouth: "Fei'er, don't be fooling around!"
Sure enough, it is a flying fox in the snow mountain. Since childhood, Song Qingshu smiled heartily. Chapter 13 Uncle and Sister
Hu Fei was also very happy to hear that he admired his father so much, but when he saw his mother's smile, his eyes rolled, "Who knows if you see our mother and son, you deliberately said my father kind words.
"Neither!" Song Qingshu's expression was solemn, and his tone of voice was natural: "Nowadays, the title of heroes seems to be full of the streets. But those who are really called heroes only agree with two and a half?"
"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world, I don't know which two and a half have this honor?" Mrs. Hu was also interested in him, changing her cold expression before.
"Guo Jingguo, who guards Xiangyang, is a hero for the country and the people, and he deserves it." Song Qingshu was thinking in his heart, but unfortunately his energy was all spent on national affairs, and he was a little negligent to his family.
"Guo Daxia is indeed a generation of heroes." The mother and son nodded one after another.
"The remaining half," Song Qingshu deliberately sold Guanzi and said, "It is Wu Liuqi, the beggar in the snow, who has truly received the favor of others, and will never forget it. It is also a man who is a strange man." As for why it is. Half of it was because Song Qingshu couldn't tell whether Wu Liuqi of this era was Wu Liuqi in Jin Yong's writing or the Wu Liuqi in history.
"Although I have never heard of this person, as you said, he is indeed a hero." Madam Hu usually admires this kind of heroic hero most, and she can't help showing her brilliance.
"Is there another one?" The child couldn't help himself. When Song Qingshu didn't continue speaking, Hu Fei asked quickly.
Song Qingshu didn't speak bluntly. Instead, he read a poem: "There are heroes in Liaodong, the heroes have a knife. The martial arts level the world, and the heroic spirit rushes into the sky. The loyalty is full of heaven and earth, and the tenderness is in the heart. It arouses the envy of scholars and hates not to associate."
Mrs. Hu's beautiful eyes were so beautiful that she looked at him deeply, "The survivor thanked the son for giving poems to the husband." Now she was really relieved, if the other party was not really familiar with Hu Yidao's life and admired him. It is impossible to make such an appropriate poem. With just a few lines, Madam Hu seemed to hear her husband’s heroic laughter again, and she couldn’t help but feel sore.
Now Hu Fei looked at Song Qingshu more and more pleasing to his eyes. Hearing his poems full of fateful regrets, his heart burst with pride, pulling Song Qingshu's sleeves and solemnly said: "I admired your pride in the restaurant just now, although his hands are not bound. The power of the chicken, but there is a clank and iron bone. If Dad sees you, he must meet each other late. Listening to your tone of regret, I am willing to form a friendship with you on behalf of Dad. I wonder if you are willing?"
Madam Hu was shocked and quickly tried to cover her son's mouth: "Fei'er, don't be fooling around!"
Sure enough, it is a flying fox in the snow mountain. Since childhood, Song Qingshu smiled heartily. Chapter 13 Uncle and Sister
Hu Fei was also very happy to hear that he admired his father so much, but when he saw his mother's smile, his eyes rolled, "Who knows if you see our mother and son, you deliberately said my father kind words.
"Neither!" Song Qingshu's expression was solemn, and his tone of voice was natural: "Nowadays, the title of heroes seems to be full of the streets. But those who are really called heroes only agree with two and a half?"
"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world, I don't know which two and a half have this honor?" Mrs. Hu was also interested in him, changing her cold expression before.
"Guo Jingguo, who guards Xiangyang, is a hero for the country and the people, and he deserves it." Song Qingshu was thinking in his heart, but unfortunately his energy was all spent on national affairs, and he was a little negligent to his family.
"Guo Daxia is indeed a generation of heroes." The mother and son nodded one after another.
"The remaining half," Song Qingshu deliberately sold Guanzi and said, "It is Wu Liuqi, the beggar in the snow, who has truly received the favor of others, and will never forget it. It is also a man who is a strange man." As for why it is. Half of it was because Song Qingshu couldn't tell whether Wu Liuqi of this era was Wu Liuqi in Jin Yong's writing or the Wu Liuqi in history.
"Although I have never heard of this person, as you said, he is indeed a hero." Madam Hu usually admires this kind of heroic hero most, and she can't help showing her brilliance.
"Is there another one?" The child couldn't help himself. When Song Qingshu didn't continue speaking, Hu Fei asked quickly.
Song Qingshu didn't speak bluntly. Instead, he read a poem: "There are heroes in Liaodong, the heroes have a knife. The martial arts level the world, and the heroic spirit rushes into the sky. The loyalty is full of heaven and earth, and the tenderness is in the heart. It arouses the envy of scholars and hates not to associate."
Mrs. Hu's beautiful eyes were so beautiful that she looked at him deeply, "The survivor thanked the son for giving poems to the husband." Now she was really relieved, if the other party was not really familiar with Hu Yidao's life and admired him. It is impossible to make such an appropriate poem. With just a few lines, Madam Hu seemed to hear her husband’s heroic laughter again, and she couldn’t help but feel sore.
Now Hu Fei looked at Song Qingshu more and more pleasing to his eyes. Hearing his poems full of fateful regrets, his heart burst with pride, pulling Song Qingshu's sleeves and solemnly said: "I admired your pride in the restaurant just now, although his hands are not bound. The power of the chicken, but there is a clank and iron bone. If Dad sees you, he must meet each other late. Listening to your tone of regret, I am willing to form a friendship with you on behalf of Dad. I wonder if you are willing?"
Madam Hu was shocked and quickly tried to cover her son's mouth: "Fei'er, don't be fooling around!"
Sure enough, it is a flying fox in the snow mountain. Since childhood, Song Qingshu smiled heartily. Chapter 13 Uncle and Sister
Hu Fei was also very happy to hear that he admired his father so much, but when he saw his mother's smile, his eyes rolled, "Who knows if you see our mother and son, you deliberately said my father kind words.
"Neither!" Song Qingshu's expression was solemn, and his tone of voice was natural: "Nowadays, the title of heroes seems to be full of the streets. But those who are really called heroes only agree with two and a half?"
"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world, I don't know which two and a half have this honor?" Mrs. Hu was also interested in him, changing her cold expression before.
"Guo Jingguo, who guards Xiangyang, is a hero for the country and the people, and he deserves it." Song Qingshu was thinking in his heart, but unfortunately his energy was all spent on national affairs, and he was a little negligent to his family.
"Guo Daxia is indeed a generation of heroes." The mother and son nodded one after another.
"The remaining half," Song Qingshu deliberately sold Guanzi and said, "It is Wu Liuqi, the beggar in the snow, who has truly received the favor of others, and will never forget it. It is also a man who is a strange man." As for why it is. Half of it was because Song Qingshu couldn't tell whether Wu Liuqi of this era was Wu Liuqi in Jin Yong's writing or the Wu Liuqi in history.
"Although I have never heard of this person, as you said, he is indeed a hero." Madam Hu usually admires this kind of heroic hero most, and she can't help showing her brilliance.
"Is there another one?" The child couldn't help himself. When Song Qingshu didn't continue speaking, Hu Fei asked quickly.
Song Qingshu didn't speak bluntly. Instead, he read a poem: "There are heroes in Liaodong, the heroes have a knife. The martial arts level the world, and the heroic spirit rushes into the sky. The loyalty is full of heaven and earth, and the tenderness is in the heart. It arouses the envy of scholars and hates not to associate."
Mrs. Hu's beautiful eyes were so beautiful that she looked at him deeply, "The survivor thanked the son for giving poems to the husband." Now she was really relieved, if the other party was not really familiar with Hu Yidao's life and admired him. It is impossible to make such an appropriate poem. With just a few lines, Madam Hu seemed to hear her husband’s heroic laughter again, and she couldn’t help but feel sore.
Now Hu Fei looked at Song Qingshu more and more pleasing to his eyes. Hearing his poems full of fateful regrets, his heart burst with pride, pulling Song Qingshu's sleeves and solemnly said: "I admired your pride in the restaurant just now, although his hands are not bound. The power of the chicken, but there is a clank and iron bone. If Dad sees you, he must meet each other late. Listening to your tone of regret, I am willing to form a friendship with you on behalf of Dad. I wonder if you are willing?"
Madam Hu was shocked and quickly tried to cover her son's mouth: "Fei'er, don't be fooling around!"
Sure enough, it is a flying fox in the snow mountain. Song Qingshu smiled heartily since he was a child.
