Su Qing thought about it all night.

Now the situation in the north is not good, and this "Chinese Warrior Association" is like the backbone of the northern rivers and lakes. If the Gong family collapsed, all sects would inevitably kill each other in order to compete for the position of the leader. Infighting and falling apart in an instant, the efforts of many heroes and heroes were in vain.

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Private grudges are private grudges, and righteousness is righteousness. Gong Baosen was able to endure the pain of losing his disciples. Now he is brave enough to retreat and is willing to give his reputation. How could Su Qing be inferior to others? He is always a man who carries his pants, and no one is inferior to anyone.

But he was afraid that this was a condom given by Xingyi Sect, and he wanted to praise him and kill people with a knife. At that time, all sects and sects took turns to fight, and he would die in the Golden Tower.

Ma San was killed by him, and Ma San was the one who Gong Baosen worked in the north. In short, the name of the Gong family in the north was indeed on him, but it was a meeting between the ring and a life-and-death battle, an enemy. If he wanted to get that title, he lacked a legitimate name. If Shang Yunxiang accepted disciples on behalf of his master, then his seniority would be the same as Ma San, and he also became a "Xingyi Sect". This would be an internal fight and would become his own business.

In this way, the Gong family can also save some face. If it is true, it is equivalent to taking Ma San's things and blocking the mouths of all sects.

The rest is naturally a fight.

After discussing face, you have to discuss the inner world. What is the inner world? The word "wu" of the martial artist.

Haven't sleep all night.

He was a little absent-minded in his work early in the morning.

In my memory, Gong Baosen retired was the year after tomorrow, and he gave him the reputation of the south, which gave him to Ye Man, but now he has a little more, and he has not been told in advance, and there has been a sudden change.

As soon as the door opened, the sky suddenly became dark. When I looked at it, the old man Shang Yunxiang stood straight at the door again.

His expression was slightly condensed and his face was tense, as if something had happened.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Come with me!"

The old man held his hands behind his back, said something, and turned around and walked to the right.

Su Qing was confused when he heard this, but seeing his appearance, he still greeted Duan Xiaolou and the others and followed him.

"Don't hide it, just say something if you have something to do!"

Su Qing saw that he was heading towards the direction of the Jinlou, and was a little surprised. What else could be related to him?

Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly turned his head and looked at him and said something that made him stunned.

"Go and see the girl named Xiaoqing!"

Su Qing paused, and he didn't understand.

"Xiaoqing? What's wrong with her?"

He thought of the shy and timid girl with a clean smile.

The old man was silent for a moment and sighed. "Someone found her fainting on the road this morning and was secretly used by someone!"

Su Qing looked at him, frowned and frowned, with a little confused expression. He let out a "ah" in his mouth, but his eyes were stunned, and then murmured blankly: "How could it be!"

In a daze, he didn't know how he followed the old man to Jinlou. In a private room with only women, he saw someone crawling on the bed, choking blood in his mouth, and the cheongsam behind him had been cut open, and his smooth back was stained with blood.

The girl tilted her head with difficulty, as if she was unable to move, her bright eyes had become dim. When she saw Su Qing, who was a little stunned at the door, she suddenly seemed to light up again, and a heart-wrenching smile appeared on her pale cheeks.

"Su-Sir Su-You are here"

As soon as I opened my mouth, there was blood coming out.

The sisters who took care of her by the bed were crying and shedding tears, and they kept talking in their mouths that Su Qing couldn't understand.

For no reason, Su Qing was a little scared and hesitant and did not dare to step forward.

Seeing him like this, a woman with heavy makeup suddenly stood up and cursed: "Stinky man, you have your conscience for the dog to eat. Xiaoqing sent you a letter yesterday. She was talking about you day and night. You teased others and left just bye, I'm gonna go!"

"What are you arrogant? You are the seventh one, we are the second one. Besides, Xiaoqing is the only one who sells art and is clean. You are so good that you won the heart of others and you will lose your shadow without saying a word!"

"Sister Hongling..."

"Oh, okay, okay, I won't say it!"

When the woman saw Xiaoqing opening her mouth, she vomited blood, so she angrily glanced at Su Qing, and then squatted down to wipe her tears with heartache.

Su Qing's calm and long breath, but now he trembled. He exhaled, walked to the girl's bed, reached out and gently stroked the girl's back, touched her fingertips, as if he had touched a piece of worm that had lost its joints, and his spine was broken by someone with secret force.

Blood overflowed and the sky was exhausted.

It was obviously a chance meeting, but after only a few encounters, but for some reason, Su Qing was inexplicably panicked at this moment. She felt the warm body twitching slightly under her fingertips. She wanted to open her mouth, but her eyes turned red as soon as she opened her mouth.

He forgot that tears have not shed for many years.

"Does it hurt?"

He reached out to take a white paper and rubbed the blood from the girl's mouth and nose.

"You still have some conscience!"

The woman next to her wiped her tears, looked at Su Qing by the bed, and only greeted the others and walked out quietly, closing the door.

"Mr. Su—why are you—crying?"

The girl also cried as he cried, bleeding and crying, which was so sad that it was heartbreaking.

"It doesn't hurt!"

The girl suddenly touched the corner of her mouth and smiled.

"I was going to redeem myself and go to find you!"

"Ahem...um..."

She finished speaking with a breath, but the price was tormenting heart-wrenching, but her eyes were dodging and she felt a little shy.

Su Qing hurriedly followed her breath.

"Have you been to Nanjing? I still want to take you to see it. Where can I see the mist and rain of the Six Dynasties and the night view of Qinhuai, it's so beautiful. I am from the edge of Qinhuai!"

Her breath seemed to be smooth again, her face faded a lot, her eyes shining, she stared at Su Qing, and said with a crisp voice: "Will you go with me? The sisters in the hall all said that women should redeem their bodies in this life, and I have saved a lot of them in life and having children. With what you gave them, it will be enough in a few days!"

Seeing that her face turned red, Su Qing felt her heart tremble. She stretched out her hand to close the blood-stained black hair in her temples and smiled and said, "Yes, sure, sure, sure!"

"They said you are the opera master from the north. When you play the role, even the Bodhisattva will be moved to walk out of the seat. I am a zither player. I originally wanted to marry me and accompany you! The horns on the building are not good. Mr. Su, can you sing a song for me?"

She was seriously injured and suddenly sat up as she spoke incredibly. Her body was shy and she looked at Su Qing with a shy look.

Facing the girl's bright and expectant eyes, Su Qing said nothing, her lips trembled, she opened her mouth and sang: "I want to send you a thousand miles to climb high, and the clouds are so sad that they lock the Xunyang Road. The fish book does not reach the geese, and I want to write a poem about sad autumn. Looking back at the west mountain, the sun is slanted again, and it is really difficult for a lonely guest to stay away from the world - my husband doesn't cry easily, just because he has not reached the sad place-"

Halfway through singing, Su Qing suddenly felt that her cheek was being pecked gently. She turned her head and looked at it. The girl leaned her shoulder to sleep, muttering: "This voice sounds so nice. Mr. Su should stop smoking in the future-!"

After singing, the girl's breath was over, and she returned to her, and then she stopped.

Su Qing held the girl's body, which was still warm, sat blankly for a while, and then whispered: "Then I won't suck it anymore!"

He hugged Xiaoqing, then pushed the door and walked out, his plain eyes swept through all the martial arts fellows in the Jinlou. The hairs that only looked at were standing up and his scalp was numb.

Skipping at Old Man Shang who was eager to speak but stopped, Su Qing said lightly:

"I've answered the post!"

"I'll be a disciple tomorrow. Today I'll bury the person first, let's discuss it carefully!"

"About life and death!"

After saying that, everyone walked out of the hall and suddenly glared at each other, all of whom were moved.
Chapter completed!