Quickly wear cute girls to fight against five, and the villains form a group to protect them

Song Chao looked at it, and an idiom came to his mind.

What a madman!

While shaking his head and sighing, he took out the whetstone from his arms and sharpened the sword until it could break a hair.

Being a famous hero in the world has many advantages and disadvantages.

If you go to a teahouse or a tavern where people from all over the world gather, you can find out where Song Shucheng and his family live now just by asking.

The waiter who served the tea talked about him with all his treasures.

"Song Daxia lives in Song City. Song City is the territory of Jinsha Sect. Song Daxia sacrificed his life to save him. The owner of Jinsha Sect was grateful to him and bought him a lot of property. It is really enviable!"

The waiter looked yearning, as if he wished he was the one who saved Shen Que in the first place.

"You also want to be Song Shucheng?"

Song Chao's expression was gloomy, and his cold face made it difficult to see his emotions.

"Think about it! Who doesn't want to! But Daxia Song is a man of righteousness. I will definitely not be able to do this. They say that a scholar dies for his confidant, but if it were me, I would definitely not be willing to bear this life."

"But I heard that it was not his own life that he sacrificed. He was alive and well, but it was his wife and children who died."

"what?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, and finally scratched his head, "I-I haven't heard anyone mention this before, but you have something to do with Daxia Song, right? Then you may have to make a fuss if you go now. Calculate the days, Daxia Song should be here Accompany Sir Shen Que to Fengyun City."

"Yeah, something is indeed wrong."

Yueyue said with a smile, "Let's take his life."

Xiao Er: ...

"Hey, you little girl is really good at joking."

The waiter turned around and saw Song Chao's expression, his laughter stopped suddenly, and he seemed to know something terrible.

……

The martial arts conference is about to be held, and the leader of the alliance who has been absent for more than ten years will finally have the next candidate.

As the only son of the former alliance leader, Shen Que can be said to be destined to win the position of alliance leader.

Yueyue's eyes lit up, "Brother, you can be the leader of the martial arts league! From now on, I will be the sister of the leader of the martial arts league, so majestic!"

"I can see it."

"And as the leader of the alliance, they will listen to what you say. You can take revenge, and you can also let them know your father's true face!"

"I can see it!"

The golden head followed behind like a flatterer.

Song Chao glanced at them sideways, "Am I the leader of the martial arts alliance? Why? Why do you have two dog-headed military advisors?"

Yueyue pinched her waist with dissatisfied hands, "What a dog-headed military advisor, from today on, we are your right and left guardians!"

"I can see it!"

Song:……

Protector Zuo is as dark and thin as a bamboo pole. His childlike face is so thin that only a pair of big ghostly eyes are left. His voice is changing, and he speaks like a drake whose claws have been stepped on, but he still doesn't finish his sentence.

The right protector is even more outrageous, less than one meter tall, white, fat and cute like a cat that has eaten too much. He has long hair that he doesn’t know how to comb, so it is tied into two high-top knots, and the other is crooked.

He couldn't bear to look up at the sky, feeling that the road to revenge was really long and arduous.

But I didn't expect that Yueyue was very determined to let him become the leader of the martial arts alliance.

I heard that becoming a martial arts leader requires one to be from a martial arts family or have a sect.

When they arrived at Fengyun City, Yueyue took him to the registration office of Jianghu Alliance.

But the dream may be shattered in an instant.

Song Chao reported his name, and the steward handed over a piece of paper without raising his head and stopped talking.

When Yueyue saw it, her eyes almost popped out.

"What? You need 10 taels of silver?"

"Do you still need 100 disciples from the sect?"

"Do you want the sect to occupy a hundred hectares of land?"

"You are stealing money!"

The steward looked up at them impatiently and said, "We don't want it, but you have to have it, otherwise all the cats and dogs will become the sect leader, gang leader, and sect leader!"

After hearing this, the golden head raised his voice like a drake: "You are the dog!"

Yueyue:……

Song:……

Thanks to his confirmation, the manager completely understood that these two and a half people did not have the conditions and simply ignored them.

Song Chao led them out, holding the sword in his arms and leaning against the pillar, "Are you giving up this time? We don't have any money."

Yueyue was dissatisfied, she frowned and thought hard.

At this time, a little fat kid came over by the roadside, hunched over and holding his stomach, looking for the hut in a hurry. The candied haws in his hand fell and he didn't even have time to pick it up.

Yueyue's eyes lit up, "Yes!"

……

Fengyun City is a special existence in the entire continent.

There is no government or army here, and it belongs to the realm of Sanjiang, but it is the temple in the hearts of all Jianghu people.

The rules here are the rules of the world.

Beside Fengyun City, there is a mountain named Dushan. Dushan is neither high nor steep, but it attracts all the people in the world.

There is an inn on the flat ground halfway up the mountain. The inn is usually closed and only opens to welcome guests when there is a big event in the world.

Those who came were all well-known figures in the world.

The martial arts conference is about to begin, and the mountain is also bustling with activity.

In the lobby of the inn, countless heroes sat around the table, discussing the martial arts conference together.

The inn's back cook, a knight who can be considered a hero on weekdays, plays a guest role as a waiter, making tea for the big guys in front of him.

But no one noticed that there seemed to be something tiny swimming gently in the well water used to make tea.

The master of the Jinsha Sect is named Wang. He sits in a conspicuous position with a big horse and a golden sword, arguing with the people opposite.

Everyone wants to sit on the position of leader of the martial arts alliance, but there is only one position of leader.

He wanted his grandson Shen Que to inherit his father's legacy, but others also wanted to sit in that seat and experience the experience.

When there is a disagreement, no matter how big the clan leader is, he will slap his neck and slap the table. If he talks too much, tea is also indispensable.

Until my stomach growled.

Sect Master Wang felt his intestines twitching, his face twitched in pain, and he felt a sense of relief.

He stood up stiffly, stopped what he had not finished, and moved towards the latrine with difficulty between his two legs.

Everyone else's eyes fell on him, and Sect Leader Wang could even hear the sneers of others. Although he was angry in his heart, he couldn't care less now.

He moved stiffly to the latrine. He just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to take a refreshing plunge. When he glanced at it, he found that there was no toilet paper in the latrine! ! !

Sect Leader Wang almost broke his back molar, turned around in embarrassment, and moved back to the hall.

Boom!

He knocked on the door frame, "Where's the steward? Toilet, why don't you prepare toilet paper!"

The person in charge of the latrine looked innocent, "I, I have prepared, I have prepared a lot."

"You mean, I stole your toilet paper?"

Sect Master Wang squeezed out a few words through his teeth, his eyes widening.

The man was so frightened that he quickly bowed, "Don't worry, Master, I'll go to the warehouse to get some!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran away. After a burst of thunder and banging sounds, he came back empty-handed with an embarrassed look on his face.

"S-Sect Master, I didn't find it. I-I'll go down the mountain to buy it for you!"

Master Wang was so angry that he broke off a piece of the door frame.

Over and over again, can he still keep his old face?

At this moment, a childish voice came.

"I'm selling straw paper! Good quality straw paper! 100 taels a piece!"