Flower Stealing Master

Temujin said to Basba again, "Emperor Master, you take a 10,000-person team to Guangming to fight against the remnants of Mingjiao. During this time Zhang Wuji has disappeared. Although Yang Xiao declared that he was in retreat, no one is a fool. Mingjiao is already popular. Panic. Yang Xiao is an old man with low morals and is not convinced at all. Now the Mingjiao has been torn apart, and the emperor personally leads the team, and it will undoubtedly be destroyed."

"Must not humiliate one's life" Ba Si Ba salute took over this task.

Song Qingshu frowned, and Mingjiao was lined with hills. It used to be a state of internal strife for many years. It was because of Zhang Wuji's birth that Mingjiao united.

You must know that Zhang Wuji successfully became the leader of Mingjiao, not because of his martial arts success, but his identity represents the interests of every mountain of Mingjiao. The golden lion king is his adoptive father, and the white-browed eagle king is his grandfather. He was escorted by Wanli. Yang Bugui, Yang Xiao owed him a great favor, and saved the people of the Five Elements Banner from the extinction. It can show that teaching every mountain to be relatives with him, or has received his great favor, then he is willing to admit him. Leader.

Now that Zhang Wuji's disappearance is unknown, the contradiction that he had suppressed before has been completely aroused, and he has returned to the state of fragmentation that year.

Song Qingshu couldn't help having a headache. What exactly did Mingzun think? It's up to him to give up Mingjiao.

However, the last war suffered heavy losses, and I am afraid that I will not be able to recover every few years, and I am powerless to manage it.

Recalling that he had been pretending to be a Tongtian witch all this time, Song Qingshu was lost in thought. Could it be that he also had the idea of ​​fighting the magpie’s nest and preparing to steal the fruits of their battle from inside Mongolia.

No matter what the situation, Mingjiao seems to be unable to keep it. Before, it was Geldan, the wooden table and the Mingjiao who were horns of each other in the Western Regions. This time Temujin was dispatched and he had already wiped out Geldan and was defeated. The unstoppable momentum for the unification of the Western Regions has been unstoppable.

Song Qingshu originally wondered if he should secretly inform Mingjiao, but after thinking about it, he didn't even care about Mingzun himself. Mingjiao could only ask for his own blessings.

What he now has a headache is how to deal with the affairs of the wooden table and Lunbu. Temujin sent him to go first. Obviously he valued his martial arts, to steal the 36 league books of Tianshan to destroy the alliances of various tribes. , And then he led an army to defeat each.

"How can we preserve as much as possible the influence of the wooden table and the moral department?" Song Qingshu couldn't think of a good way until he got out of the king's account.

, After all, the wooden table is different from Wushuang City. In these years, under the leadership of Huo Qingtong, I don’t know how many Mongolian soldiers have been killed. Especially in Gaochang not long ago, Mongolia suffered heavy losses. It would be quite difficult to protect them.

There was some commotion in the camp in the distance. It turned out that it was Gu Ningqing who had returned. Many people had heard about Dugu's begging to be defeated and rescued her last night. Therefore, her eyes were amazing and there was a lot of fear.

Even Temujin had lingering fears about what happened last night, so he gave her a lot of titles along the way, and Song Qingshu remembered one of them, "Mrs. Chastity."

Tsk tut, this guy will give her up if he doesn't get it, so that no one can think of the rhythm.

While Song Qingshu was thinking about it, Shan Yuru had already opened the curtain and entered his tent. "My son, I heard that you are going to the wooden desk, I have something to tell you."

"Oh, please tell me the teacher." Song Qingshu greeted her to come and sit down.

Only then did Shan Yuru say, "Is the son thinking about how to save the wooden desk?"

Song Qingshu nodded, "Yes, do you have any good ideas?"

Shan Yuru shook his head and said, "No, and I also want to persuade the son to dispel this idea."

Song Qingshu heard something in her words and couldn't help but wonder "why"

Shan Yuru explained, “Although Huo Qingtong is the most famous in the Mu Zhuolun tribe, it is mainly led by the Mu Zhuo Lun brothers. The older brother Bodu and the younger Mu Zhu Lun, one occupying Kashgar and the other Yeerqiang. Reign, but Huo Qingtong has been so prosperous these years that the world only knows about Mui Lun but not Bodu. Bodu has long been dissatisfied with this."

"The Mongolian side is very keenly aware of the rift between them, so I started to arrange it a long time ago. I have a female apprentice named Bai Fanghua. Du, now Bo Du is already obedient to her, and she can only act if the news is sent from here."

"This is just one of the many people sent over there, like I know that there are a few hidden lines on the side of Ali Bu, but I don't know what it is."

"I said so much to the son, I want to tell the son that the wooden table is destined to end, and the reason why it can survive so long before is because the mysterious sword fairy in the Kunlun Mountains was afraid of the mysterious sword fairy in the Kunlun Mountains before. Now, there is no such worry. The layout of the company has begun to close the net. So the son must not take risks."

Song Qing

The book has changed slightly. I did not expect that Mongolia has been in the Western Regions for so many years. At first, I wondered why Mongolia would tolerate the disregard of these separatist forces in the Western Regions.

"If it weren't for the teacher's reminder, I am afraid that I would really cause a lot of trouble this time." Song Qingshu said with emotion.

Shan Yuru is a little apologetic, "It's a pity that I didn't get to know the son earlier, otherwise I would not be afraid of Fang'er going there."

Song Qingshu shook his head, "It's none of your business. Even if you don't send it, Mongolia will send other people."

Only then was Shan Yuru relieved, lying directly on his shoulders, whispering in his ear, "My female apprentice has good looks, and has learned the skill of fascinating men. If you saw her as pleasing to your eyes in the past, you can let her go to bed. , Just say that I said it."

Song Qingshu rolled his eyes, "Am I so lustful?"

Shan Yuru smiled, sitting in his arms and gently hugging his neck, with an inexplicable flattery. "If the son is interested, we can serve you together in the future."

Song Qingshu's old face was hot, "You magic sect demon girls really have no scruples in speaking."

Shan Yuru twisted her body slightly, "Hehe, son, although you say no, but your body is still quite honest."

It took Song Qingshu a lot of effort to get off her.

He went to Shuangxiu Mansion quietly again, said goodbye to Gu Zixian and the others, and then embarked on the journey to the Lulu Lun Department.

Song Qingshu went all the way south and found Mongolian soldiers cleaning the battlefield near the Anjihai Grand Canyon. Obviously, the Mongolian army ambushed the reinforcements brought by Huo Qingtong here before.

It stands to reason that a famous general like Huo Qingtong will not make such a mistake, but she is eager to save people, and she did not expect that the always strong Guldan would be defeated within a day, and then let Mongolia squeeze out the strength to ambush her. , All kinds of factors together led to this fiasco.

"I don't know if she was born in escape." Looking at the broken arms and limbs on the battlefield, Song Qingshu could imagine how fierce the battle was at that time, and continued southward with a solemn expression.

He inquired about the local Mongolian soldiers and heard that Huo Qingtong ran to the mountains. Many masters led troops to chase him, so he also rushed in that direction, even though he knew that the probability of encountering Huo Qingtong was very slim. But he still didn't want to do nothing. (https:)