Flower Stealing Master

Chapter Ninety Nine

Song Qingshu replied respectfully: "The last time Song and the old gentleman competed over the cliff at Yunvfeng. It seems that the old gentleman has lived in seclusion on the cliff over the past few decades."

"Thinking over the cliff?" Mu Ren cleared his face with hesitation, thinking that the cliff was the site of the Huashan Qi Sect. As the head of the Jianzong, it was not so convenient to go there.

After a long time, Mu Renqing sighed: "It's fine, if I can see the young master, what if the old man has a cheeky trip to the Qizong."

"If the head of Mu finds it inconvenient, we can sneak up to the cliff of thought. The Qizong talents are withered and it is difficult to find our traces." Seeing Mu Renqing full of contradictions, Song Qingshu suggested.

Mu Renqing looked unhesitating: "We don't do shameful things, why do we be so sneaky? Qingqing, you can follow me to the Yunv Peak to meet the head of Yue. If Song Shaoxia is interested, you can also follow along. "After speaking, he waved his sleeves and went straight to Yunvfeng.

Xia Qingqing turned her head and stuck her tongue out at Song Qingshu, hurriedly trot to catch up.

"These famous people are decent, and there are so many rules." Song Qingshu was kind, boring, and felt awkward. Fortunately, seeing Xia Qingqing actually behave like such a child, he was suddenly happy, and Pi Dian Pi Dian followed.

Upon receiving a notification from a disciple, that the head of Jianzong came to visit in person, Yue Buqun hurriedly greeted him, but he was surprised: The Second Sect of Jian Qi has not been in contact for decades. I don't know the purpose of the other party's trip?

Song Qingshu saw a scholar dressed in a blue shirt in the middle, with five willows under his chin and long beards. His face was like a crown and a face of righteousness. He thought that it is no wonder that the name of the gentleman sword is famous in the martial arts, and this pair of skins is really good.

The group was greeted by the Huashan School’s Jianqi Chongxiao Hall. Mu Renqing hadn’t set foot on the Yunv Peak for decades. Looking at the familiar plants and trees along the way, he seemed to be in a trance and returned to his apprenticeship. Day, after seeing the four characters "Sword Qi Rushing into the Sky" on the high hanging plaque, Mu Renqing couldn't help it anymore, and a layer of tears appeared in his eyes.

Seeing Mu Renqing's excitement, Yue Buqun was also full of emotion, and coughed slightly: "I don't know what Brother Mu is asking for Yue..."

Before he finished speaking, Yue Buqun swept his eyes to Song Qingshu in the corner, as if he had seen a ghost. He pulled out his sword and pointed at Song Qingshu, gritted his teeth and said: "Dog thief, you dare to come here!"

The disciples of the Huashan School didn't know why, but they also surrounded Song Qingshu when they saw the master draw the sword.

"Hey hey, head Yue, I'm not familiar with you. If you call me like this, I will sue you for slander." Song Qingshu was depressed by his dog thief.

"In the battle of Mount Tai, you, as the eagle dog of the Qing court, forced the Taishan faction to submit to the Qing court. You also indirectly killed the leader of the rebel army, the Golden Snake King..."

"Stop!" Song Qingshu glanced back at Xia Qingqing, saw her expressionless, and secretly squeezed a cold sweat: "On top of the Jade Emperor, Song Mou is fair and honest, Chapter 99 is a handsome young man.

What's wrong with defeating the masters you sent? As for the death of the Golden Snake King, don't buckle such a big **** bowl on me. "

The Mu Renqing on the side thought about the clear wind on the cliff. How could he be willing to branch out, he quickly persuaded: "Yue Zhangmen, Song Shaoxia is not malicious in this trip. Mu Mou just learned from him the secret of Huashan School. , I have come to ask the head of Yue for advice."

"Oh?" Yue Buqun's expression tightened, and he quickly raised his head and told his disciples, "You go out first."

"Yes!" A group of Huashan disciples retired one after another.

"I'm the most knowledgeable and interesting person, you talk slowly, I'll go out first to get some air." Song Qingshu stood up and stretched out before swaggering out.

Xia Qingqing wanted to call him, but after hesitating for a moment, he watched his back disappear at the door.

Walking out of the Jianqi Chongxiao Hall, Song Qingshu glanced at the Zhonghuashan disciple in the martial arts training ground, and asked curiously: "Who is Linghu Chong?"

The people in the field looked at each other, and after a while, a pretty girl poked her head out and asked crisply, "What are you looking for?"

With a beautiful face of melon seeds, a pair of black and white eyes came into view, Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "This must be Miss Yue, next to Ling Huchong's friend, I want to have a swig with him."

"Hmph, don't lie." Yue Lingshan wrinkled her nose, "You obviously don't even know what my senior brother looks like, how could it be his friend."

"Does the girl not know that there is still friendship in this world?" Song Qingshu said with a smile, "I am not only a friend of Linghuchong, but also know that he is thinking hard about girls."

Yue Lingshan also knows a little bit about the feelings of the senior brother. When Song Qingshu said it, she couldn't help but blush. She was about to refute, but she didn't know what to say, so she froze there for a while.

"What a disciple!" With a cold rebuke, a young boy with beautiful eyes and handsome looks came out more and more, guarding Yue Lingshan behind him.

"Are you a man or a woman?" Song Qingshu was taken aback, staring at him in a daze.

The young man hated being seen as a woman the most in his life. He was furious when he heard the words, and drew his sword to stab him, knowing that the point of the sword was three inches in front of the opponent, and he could no longer move forward.

Song Qingshu's fingers shook, and a secret energy was sent over. The young man felt his tiger's mouth numb, and he could no longer hold the sword in his hand, and he fell back unsteadily.

Yue Lingshan hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and a group of apprentice brothers looked at Song Qingshu in horror. The martial arts demonstrated by the other party was far beyond the realm they could understand.

Seeing the "Huashan Lin Pingzhi" engraved on the sword, Song Qingshu was in a daze, then raised his head and looked at Lin Ping again.

When I read the original book myself, I even thought he was the protagonist of Swordsman. Although Lin Pingzhi's face was as soft as a woman, his heart was abnormally rigid. When he was desperate, the phrase "I would rather be a beggar than a thief" once made him an audience at the time. Chapter 99, a handsome boy

For a long time, I couldn't calm down in my heart.

Song Qingshu admired Lin Pingzhi's character, but in the original book he was full of blood and hatred, and then learned that the beloved master has always used his family heirloom swordsmanship. In despair of human nature, he also learned The upright hero has turned into a gloomy and treacherous young man...

"You are Lin Pingzhi? You come with me, I have something to say to you." Song Qingshu turned around and walked a few steps, and found that there was no movement behind, so he could not help but snorted: "What's the matter, you dare?"

People in the rivers and lakes have always coveted the Lin Family's evil swordsmanship. Seeing Song Qingshu recognized him, he subconsciously guarded against it, but when he heard the other party's excitement, he said in hatred, "Why don't you dare!" Waved his hand to stop Yue Lingshan's pulling. He followed Song Qingshu firmly in his footsteps.

When the two came to a secluded place, Lin Pingzhi saw that there was no one around, and raised his head and said, "What is your advice?"

Song Qingshu turned around and stared at Lin Pingzhi and looked at it carefully. Seeing that the other party was already impatient, he smiled and said, "Young man, I think you are surprised by your bones. You must be a martial arts wizard. I will give you a set of peerless magic skills, which will be maintained in the future. The responsibility of justice and peace in the universe is left to you!" Chapter 100

Lin Pingzhi looked back at him warily, without speaking.

Song Qingshu was boring and didn't care, and continued: "I have a set of swordsmanship here, and I will show you the whole thing. Would you like to learn it as you please."

After speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, the wooden sword was unsheathed, the sword walked lightly, and he showed him the five-mountain divine sword that he had summarized.

At first Lin Pingzhi thought that the other party was teasing him. After watching for a while, he found that the other party was actually showing him a set of exquisite swordsmanship, and it was much more advanced than the master usually taught them.

As the opponent's rehearsal, Lin Pingzhi's temples sweated slightly. He only felt that he remembered this move and forgot that move. After dozens of moves, he even forgot the previously memorized moves. He couldn't help but remember that he was in blood and blood. He had advanced martial arts studies before, but he dullly couldn't remember, endless regret and despair spontaneously.

After Song Qingshu finished the demonstration, he looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was sweating profusely, and asked, "How much do you remember?"

Lin Pingzhi's lips were bitten by his teeth and bleeding, and said annoyedly: "I haven't remembered one layer."

This time it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned, and subconsciously said: "It's really a pig to worship you as the king."

Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi's face became even more embarrassed. After a burst of blue and red, it suddenly turned into blue-gray, so pale that it was so white.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, Song Qingshu was in a daze as if he saw a scene where he had a whim in his previous life and went to find a martial artist to learn some Baguazhang. Before studying, I imagined that I was the protagonist of martial arts novels, and I would be able to read it once. As a result, the martial artist taught him every move. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. The frustration of the contrast made him unforgettable.

Isn't Lin Pingzhi an ordinary person without the protagonist's aura? Song Qingshu showed a slight smile and comforted: "You are too low in martial arts right now, and you can't remember these advanced swordsmanship, but you can't blame you, um, I have a way, you look into my eyes."

Lin Pingxia consciously raised his head and saw the dark and deep pupils of the other party, his eyes suddenly became confused, and the whole person seemed to have entered a void space.

Suddenly the figure of Song Qingshu appeared in front of him, and the other party smiled and said, "I use the soul-shifting technique to imprint the swordsmanship in your mind, but this is not your own after all, but it is just convenient for you when you are in doubt. For the purpose of inquiry, only after you have passed it thoroughly, can you really learn this set of swordsmanship."

Lin Pingzhi heard it in a cloud of clouds, with a thousand doubts in his heart, before he spoke, the other party practiced the sword technique again, and quickly remembered it intently.

I don't know why, but this time I just feel like a divine enlightenment. After a set of swordsmanship, I remember every detail clearly.

There was a snapping sound in his ear, Lin Pingzhi woke up from the chaos, his heart moved, every move and every style of swordsmanship clearly came to his mind, and he couldn't help but look at Song Qingshu with surprises: "I remember the first Chapter One Hundred

Lin Pingzhi looked back at him warily, without speaking.

Song Qingshu was boring and didn't care, and continued: "I have a set of swordsmanship here, and I will show you the whole thing. Would you like to learn it as you please."

After speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, the wooden sword was unsheathed, the sword walked lightly, and he showed him the five-mountain divine sword that he had summarized.

At first Lin Pingzhi thought that the other party was teasing him. After watching for a while, he found that the other party was actually showing him a set of exquisite swordsmanship, and it was much more advanced than the master usually taught them.

As the opponent's rehearsal, Lin Pingzhi's temples sweated slightly. He only felt that he remembered this move and forgot that move. After dozens of moves, he even forgot the previously memorized moves. He couldn't help but remember that he was in blood and blood. He had advanced martial arts studies before, but he dullly couldn't remember, endless regret and despair spontaneously.

After Song Qingshu finished the demonstration, he looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was sweating profusely, and asked, "How much do you remember?"

Lin Pingzhi's lips were bitten by his teeth and bleeding, and said annoyedly: "I haven't remembered one layer."

This time it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned, and subconsciously said: "It's really a pig to worship you as the king."

Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi's face became even more embarrassed. After a burst of blue and red, it suddenly turned into blue-gray, so pale that it was so white.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, Song Qingshu was in a daze as if he saw a scene where he had a whim in his previous life and went to find a martial artist to learn some Baguazhang. Before studying, I imagined that I was the protagonist of martial arts novels, and I would be able to read it once. As a result, the martial artist taught him every move. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. The frustration of the contrast made him unforgettable.

Isn't Lin Pingzhi an ordinary person without the protagonist's aura? Song Qingshu showed a slight smile and comforted: "You are too low in martial arts right now, and you can't remember these advanced swordsmanship, but you can't blame you, um, I have a way, you look into my eyes."

Lin Pingxia consciously raised his head and saw the dark and deep pupils of the other party, his eyes suddenly became confused, and the whole person seemed to have entered a void space.

Suddenly the figure of Song Qingshu appeared in front of him, and the other party smiled and said, "I use the soul-shifting technique to imprint the swordsmanship in your mind, but this is not your own after all, but it is just convenient for you when you are in doubt. For the purpose of inquiry, only after you have passed it thoroughly, can you really learn this set of swordsmanship."

Lin Pingzhi heard it in a cloud of clouds, with a thousand doubts in his heart, before he spoke, the other party practiced the sword technique again, and quickly remembered it intently.

I don't know why, but this time I just feel like a divine enlightenment. After a set of swordsmanship, I remember every detail clearly.

There was a snapping sound in his ear, Lin Pingzhi woke up from the chaos, his heart moved, every move and every style of swordsmanship clearly came to his mind, and he couldn't help but look at Song Qingshu with surprises: "I remember the first Chapter One Hundred

Lin Pingzhi looked back at him warily, without speaking.

Song Qingshu was boring and didn't care, and continued: "I have a set of swordsmanship here, and I will show you the whole thing. Would you like to learn it as you please."

After speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, the wooden sword was unsheathed, the sword walked lightly, and he showed him the five-mountain divine sword that he had summarized.

At first Lin Pingzhi thought that the other party was teasing him. After watching for a while, he found that the other party was actually showing him a set of exquisite swordsmanship, and it was much more advanced than the master usually taught them.

As the opponent's rehearsal, Lin Pingzhi's temples sweated slightly. He only felt that he remembered this move and forgot that move. After dozens of moves, he even forgot the previously memorized moves. He couldn't help but remember that he was in blood and blood. He had advanced martial arts studies before, but he dullly couldn't remember, endless regret and despair spontaneously.

After Song Qingshu finished the demonstration, he looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was sweating profusely, and asked, "How much do you remember?"

Lin Pingzhi's lips were bitten by his teeth and bleeding, and said annoyedly: "I haven't remembered one layer."

This time it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned, and subconsciously said: "It's really a pig to worship you as the king."

Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi's face became even more embarrassed. After a burst of blue and red, it suddenly turned into blue-gray, so pale that it was so white.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, Song Qingshu was in a daze as if he saw a scene where he had a whim in his previous life and went to find a martial artist to learn some Baguazhang. Before studying, I imagined that I was the protagonist of martial arts novels, and I would be able to read it once. As a result, the martial artist taught him every move. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. The frustration of the contrast made him unforgettable.

Isn't Lin Pingzhi an ordinary person without the protagonist's aura? Song Qingshu showed a slight smile and comforted: "You are too low in martial arts right now, and you can't remember these advanced swordsmanship, but you can't blame you, um, I have a way, you look into my eyes."

Lin Pingxia consciously raised his head and saw the dark and deep pupils of the other party, his eyes suddenly became confused, and the whole person seemed to have entered a void space.

Suddenly the figure of Song Qingshu appeared in front of him, and the other party smiled and said, "I use the soul-shifting technique to imprint the swordsmanship in your mind, but this is not your own after all, but it is just convenient for you when you are in doubt. For the purpose of inquiry, only after you have passed it thoroughly, can you really learn this set of swordsmanship."

Lin Pingzhi heard it in a cloud of clouds, with a thousand doubts in his heart, before he spoke, the other party practiced the sword technique again, and quickly remembered it intently.

I don't know why, but this time I just feel like a divine enlightenment. After a set of swordsmanship, I remember every detail clearly.

There was a snapping sound in his ear, Lin Pingzhi woke up from the chaos, his heart moved, every move and every style of swordsmanship clearly came to his mind, and he couldn't help but look at Song Qingshu with surprises: "I remember the first Chapter One Hundred

Lin Pingzhi looked back at him warily, without speaking.

Song Qingshu was boring and didn't care, and continued: "I have a set of swordsmanship here, and I will show you the whole thing. Would you like to learn it as you please."

After speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, the wooden sword was unsheathed, the sword walked lightly, and he showed him the five-mountain divine sword that he had summarized.

At first Lin Pingzhi thought that the other party was teasing him. After watching for a while, he found that the other party was actually showing him a set of exquisite swordsmanship, and it was much more advanced than the master usually taught them.

As the opponent's rehearsal, Lin Pingzhi's temples sweated slightly. He only felt that he remembered this move and forgot that move. After dozens of moves, he even forgot the previously memorized moves. He couldn't help but remember that he was in blood and blood. He had advanced martial arts studies before, but he dullly couldn't remember, endless regret and despair spontaneously.

After Song Qingshu finished the demonstration, he looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was sweating profusely, and asked, "How much do you remember?"

Lin Pingzhi's lips were bitten by his teeth and bleeding, and said annoyedly: "I haven't remembered one layer."

This time it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned, and subconsciously said: "It's really a pig to worship you as the king."

Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi's face became even more embarrassed. After a burst of blue and red, it suddenly turned into blue-gray, so pale that it was so white.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, Song Qingshu was in a daze as if he saw a scene where he had a whim in his previous life and went to find a martial artist to learn some Baguazhang. Before studying, I imagined that I was the protagonist of martial arts novels, and I would be able to read it once. As a result, the martial artist taught him every move. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. The frustration of the contrast made him unforgettable.

Isn't Lin Pingzhi an ordinary person without the protagonist's aura? Song Qingshu showed a slight smile and comforted: "You are too low in martial arts right now, and you can't remember these advanced swordsmanship, but you can't blame you, um, I have a way, you look into my eyes."

Lin Pingxia consciously raised his head and saw the dark and deep pupils of the other party, his eyes suddenly became confused, and the whole person seemed to have entered a void space.

Suddenly the figure of Song Qingshu appeared in front of him, and the other party smiled and said, "I use the soul-shifting technique to imprint the swordsmanship in your mind, but this is not your own after all, but it is just convenient for you when you are in doubt. For the purpose of inquiry, only after you have passed it thoroughly, can you really learn this set of swordsmanship."

Lin Pingzhi heard it in a cloud of clouds, with a thousand doubts in his heart, before he spoke, the other party practiced the sword technique again, and quickly remembered it intently.

I don't know why, but this time I just feel like a divine enlightenment. After a set of swordsmanship, I remember every detail clearly.

There was a snapping sound in his ear, Lin Pingzhi woke up from the chaos, his heart moved, every move and every style of swordsmanship clearly came to his mind, and he couldn't help but look at Song Qingshu with surprises: "I remember the first Chapter One Hundred

Lin Pingzhi looked back at him warily, without speaking.

Song Qingshu was boring and didn't care, and continued: "I have a set of swordsmanship here, and I will show you the whole thing. Would you like to learn it as you please."

After speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, the wooden sword was unsheathed, the sword walked lightly, and he showed him the five-mountain divine sword that he had summarized.

At first Lin Pingzhi thought that the other party was teasing him. After watching for a while, he found that the other party was actually showing him a set of exquisite swordsmanship, and it was much more advanced than the master usually taught them.

As the opponent's rehearsal, Lin Pingzhi's temples sweated slightly. He only felt that he remembered this move and forgot that move. After dozens of moves, he even forgot the previously memorized moves. He couldn't help but remember that he was in blood and blood. He had advanced martial arts studies before, but he dullly couldn't remember, endless regret and despair spontaneously.

After Song Qingshu finished the demonstration, he looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was sweating profusely, and asked, "How much do you remember?"

Lin Pingzhi's lips were bitten by his teeth and bleeding, and said annoyedly: "I haven't remembered one layer."

This time it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned, and subconsciously said: "It's really a pig to worship you as the king."

Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi's face became even more embarrassed. After a burst of blue and red, it suddenly turned into blue-gray, so pale that it was so white.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, Song Qingshu was in a daze as if he saw a scene where he had a whim in his previous life and went to find a martial artist to learn some Baguazhang. Before studying, I imagined that I was the protagonist of martial arts novels, and I would be able to read it once. As a result, the martial artist taught him every move. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. The frustration of the contrast made him unforgettable.

Isn't Lin Pingzhi an ordinary person without the protagonist's aura? Song Qingshu showed a slight smile and comforted: "You are too low in martial arts right now, and you can't remember these advanced swordsmanship, but you can't blame you, um, I have a way, you look into my eyes."

Lin Pingxia consciously raised his head and saw the dark and deep pupils of the other party, his eyes suddenly became confused, and the whole person seemed to have entered a void space.

Suddenly the figure of Song Qingshu appeared in front of him, and the other party smiled and said, "I use the soul-shifting technique to imprint the swordsmanship in your mind, but this is not your own after all, but it is just convenient for you when you are in doubt. For the purpose of inquiry, only after you have passed it thoroughly, can you really learn this set of swordsmanship."

Lin Pingzhi heard it in a cloud of clouds, with a thousand doubts in his heart, before he spoke, the other party practiced the sword technique again, and quickly remembered it intently.

I don't know why, but this time I just feel like a divine enlightenment. After a set of swordsmanship, I remember every detail clearly.

There was a snapping sound in his ear, Lin Pingzhi woke up from the chaos, his heart moved, every move and every style of swordsmanship clearly came to his mind, and he couldn't help but look at Song Qingshu with surprises: "I remember the first Chapter One Hundred

Lin Pingzhi looked back at him warily, without speaking.

Song Qingshu was boring and didn't care, and continued: "I have a set of swordsmanship here, and I will show you the whole thing. Would you like to learn it as you please."

After speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, the wooden sword was unsheathed, the sword walked lightly, and he showed him the five-mountain divine sword that he had summarized.

At first Lin Pingzhi thought that the other party was teasing him. After watching for a while, he found that the other party was actually showing him a set of exquisite swordsmanship, and it was much more advanced than the master usually taught them.

As the opponent's rehearsal, Lin Pingzhi's temples sweated slightly. He only felt that he remembered this move and forgot that move. After dozens of moves, he even forgot the previously memorized moves. He couldn't help but remember that he was in blood and blood. He had advanced martial arts studies before, but he dullly couldn't remember, endless regret and despair spontaneously.

After Song Qingshu finished the demonstration, he looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was sweating profusely, and asked, "How much do you remember?"

Lin Pingzhi's lips were bitten by his teeth and bleeding, and said annoyedly: "I haven't remembered one layer."

This time it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned, and subconsciously said: "It's really a pig to worship you as the king."

Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi's face became even more embarrassed. After a burst of blue and red, it suddenly turned into blue-gray, so pale that it was so white.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, Song Qingshu was in a daze as if he saw a scene where he had a whim in his previous life and went to find a martial artist to learn some Baguazhang. Before studying, I imagined that I was the protagonist of martial arts novels, and I would be able to read it once. As a result, the martial artist taught him every move. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. The frustration of the contrast made him unforgettable.

Isn't Lin Pingzhi an ordinary person without the protagonist's aura? Song Qingshu showed a slight smile and comforted: "You are too low in martial arts right now, and you can't remember these advanced swordsmanship, but you can't blame you, um, I have a way, you look into my eyes."

Lin Pingxia consciously raised his head and saw the dark and deep pupils of the other party, his eyes suddenly became confused, and the whole person seemed to have entered a void space.

Suddenly the figure of Song Qingshu appeared in front of him, and the other party smiled and said, "I use the soul-shifting technique to imprint the swordsmanship in your mind, but this is not your own after all, but it is just convenient for you when you are in doubt. For the purpose of inquiry, only after you have passed it thoroughly, can you really learn this set of swordsmanship."

Lin Pingzhi heard it in a cloud of clouds, with a thousand doubts in his heart, before he spoke, the other party practiced the sword technique again, and quickly remembered it intently.

I don't know why, but this time I just feel like a divine enlightenment. After a set of swordsmanship, I remember every detail clearly.

There was a finger snapping sound in his ear, Lin Pingzhi woke up from the chaos, his heart moved, every move and every style of swordsmanship clearly came to his mind, and he couldn't help but look at Song Qingshu with surprises: "I remember.