One night, outside the Emei women's dormitory.

The wind was rolling and a sculpture was rampant in the air.

The game timeline looks very chaotic at first glance, but if you use it well, it will be a very convenient existence...

Song Qingshu stood outside the window with a serious expression and peeped.

"Junior Sister Zhao... Come on, Junior Sister Zhao... I will definitely be able tonight..."

When Song Yuanqiao came over, he saw that his son was still thief, so he sighed and came over and hammered his son's shoulder.

"How many times have I said it? Why are you still reading it? Are you not afraid of being suffocated?" Song Yuanqiao grabbed Song Qingshu and walked back to the forest.

"I'm used to it... this behavior is addictive, and I can't forget Uncle Qi's death..." Song Qingshu's reason for peeping is really too crowned.

"Oh... Lao Qi..." Song Yuanqiao lamented, then clenched his fists and looked angry, "Dog thief Chen Youliang, if I let me know where he is, I will be smashed into pieces!"

"Similar." The father and son finally had the same understanding of one thing.

In the midst of grief and anger, the three Divine Eagle fell from the sky.

The Divine Eagle slipped away as soon as they put them down: "I'll discuss, I'll go and wait for the wind to leave!"

After saying that, he flew straight towards the female dormitory.

Zhu'er scolded "Sei Diao" as usual.

"Oh... Brother Diao is so persistent, so I will follow him this time." Fang Xian himself was not confident enough and had done all his bad things. He could not help others to enjoy it. The existence of the Emei Sect is really a blessing for the vast majority of male martial arts compatriots.

Song Qingshu was surprised and said, "It's God. I just got a trace of news and they fell from the sky. Be really god!"

"Well, I haven't seen that god for a long time." Fang Xian was ready to rub his hands. Sure enough, this game did not waste time. If there is progress, there will be clues. "Senior, what news?"

"This..." Song Qingshu took out a piece of ragged straw paper from his bag, covered with yellow unknown substances, and his expression was both entangled and illegitimate.

Fang Xianhu's eyes widened and his expression sterned: "This color...this layered blurred colors...what is it..."

Song Qingshu nodded solemnly: "Yes."

"flutter……"

What they were spraying was Zhu'er and Song Yuanqiao, and Fang Xian's ability to withstand is now unlimited.

Song Yuanqiao's eyes were full of tears: "Son... Why are you getting deeper and deeper..."

"No, no. This happened to me by accident. Isn't it our thing to do if I peek at the toilet of Emei women?!!!" Song Qingshu was full of justice, and we have reason to believe him. However, after being scandaled by everyone's suspicious eyes, Song Qingshu still bowed his head and confessed, "It was only two or three times."

Song Yuanqiao beat his chest and stamped his feet.

Fang Xian endured the disgust and quickly comforted him: "Don't blame Lao Song, I asked Xiao Song to do this."

"Oh?" Song Yuanqiao saw another glimmer of dawn.

Seeing that this was straw paper covered with yellow marks of shit, Fang Xian had probably guessed the clue. He and Song Qingshu hit it off and naturally wanted to commit suicide for him.

"Old Song-yi, think about it, since Zhou Zhiruo and Yue Buqun are accomplices, they must communicate regularly, right? If I suddenly return, I might as well have a response?"

"It makes sense..." Song Yuanqiao thought for a while, but still puzzled. "But what does this involve peeping at a woman's toilet?"

"There are three urgent things. Maybe when I received the Fei Ge's letter, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly became anxious. After a thunderous thunder, she didn't bring any paper, so she had to use this secret book as straw paper. The secret book was covered with shit, so she didn't dare to destroy it, so she just threw it into the pit. In this way, we would have a chance!!" Fang Xian said so much that he was about to vomit, and he would not have such a crooked way.

But when Song Yuanqiao looked stern: "There is a truth!"

Zhu'er's face twitched: "Is Song Daxia Yi born to be convinced? I believe this!!!"

But when Song Qingshu was surprised and admired: "Brother Tian is really a magician!! I expected this!!!"

Zhu'er was powerless to complain: "Okay..."

Fang Xian himself has to admire himself. He can predict so much by relying on straw paper covered with yellow substances... Of course, he also has to thank senior Song Qingshu for his usual urination to give him room to play.

Song Qingshu began to tell the story: "That day, I was on the skylight of the women's bathroom... Oh no, that day, I accompanied Zhiruo to practice swords with her. Suddenly, a white dove flew over from the sky. Zhiruo looked panicked and quickly told me to do something else. I thought to myself, there must be a hidden truth when flying pigeons pass on their letters for no reason! So I secretly hid next to me and peeked at the back of the witch... Oh no, peeked at the witch's conspiracy."

Fang Xian: "What my senior said is that I am hungry and thirsty, and I am disgusting. Let's choose the important ones, okay?"

"Yes, yes." Song Qingshu continued with justice on his face, "but he saw that the witch had just opened the secret letter, suddenly looked gloomy, frowned, covered her lower abdomen and moaned slightly, and her tongue tips..."

"You guy is serious!!!" Song Yuanqiao cursed with a blush on his face.

"Yes." Song Qingshu continued to be righteous after being scolded, "and then she left quickly. I thought to myself, how could such a good opportunity be missed? So I followed. But in the end, my son was confused and saw Zhiruo rushing into the women's toilet in a hurry..."

Song Yuanqiao's attitude improved and he comforted him: "For the sake of a big event, it is worth sacrificing his reputation! My father is a veteran and guarantees that everyone present will help keep it confidential."

"Yes." Song Yuanqiao continued to look righteous after being comforted. "My son thought so at the time. For the sake of martial arts righteousness, what is it that I can peep at a woman's toilet! I made a quick decision and became familiar with the road. I jumped into the cottage and lurked beside the skylight."

Zhu'er: "Why are you familiar with the road... Why are you familiar with the road just like that... Isn't it still a hut after a long time?"

"Don't interrupt, I'm very happy to hear it!" Fang Xian waved his arms and stopped, as if he had brought it in, "Senior continued to say, pick the wonderful ones."

"Yes." Song Qingshu was still righteous after being encouraged. "I looked down from outside the skylight and saw Zhiruo rushing into the toilet. Without saying a word, she took off her skirt and revealed her white butt. In an instant, thunder thunder cracked, like lightning and thunder, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked! The colorful purples scattered out! How happy!"

Fang Xian clapped his hands: "Happy!"

Song Yuanqiao: “…”

"Yes." Song Qingshu was still righteous after being applauded. "Although the scene was spectacular, my eyes were not attracted by the plump and raised eyes at all, not disturbed by the erect anus, nor tempted by the numb moan!"

Fang Xian patted his legs and shouted: "What a parallel sentence with both sensuality and color. The college entrance examination essay starts at 50!"

"Thank you." Song Qingshu was still righteous after being praised. "I was not blocked by those obscene, obscene and evil things. At that time, I just stared at the secret letter in Zhiruo's hand and stared at it... Unfortunately, the distance was too far, no matter how hard I looked, it would be a ball of yellow stains... Oh no, a ball of blur..."

Zhu'er: "Have you really watched it...Have you really watched it..."

Fang Xian: "The mascot is getting more and more done. I can't live without it."

"Really." Song Qingshu continued to be righteous after defending her, "Just when I was struggling to show up and rob, I heard Zhiruo moaning - 'Oh, I forgot to bring the paper!'. At that time, I was extremely anxious. I wanted to go down and hand her the paper, just to keep the secret letter. Unfortunately, I was still too indecisive. Zhiruo is the head of a sect. How could they know if she didn't bring the paper in the toilet? It was a sudden moment. At that time, Zhiruo frowned, held the secret letter in her hand, and slapped her palm on her backyard!"

"Oh... It's a pity!" Fang Xian completely substituted him.

"What a pity, what a pity." Song Qingshu continued to look righteous afterwards. "I saw that she wiped it once and didn't wipe it clean, so she folded the secret letter. Another wipe!"

Fang Xian beat his chest and stamped his feet: "It's too cruel, too cruel!"

"Yes. Yes." Song Qingshu said that the blood and blood were swelling, and of course he had to continue to be righteous. "These two wipes were not enough. She even folded the small straw paper for the third time! The straw paper, which was only the size of a fingernail, was wiped on the anus for the third time!"

"Huh... it's so disgusting..." This time even Zhu'er was brought in.

"But this time it didn't go so smoothly... Zhiruo suddenly screamed, and looked at her fingers and accidentally got a little bit of it."

Song Yuanqiao's tiger body was shocked: "It's really disgusting!"

"Yes, it's just that, and it's this that gave me a chance!" Song Qingshu's eyes shining. "After getting shit, Zhiruo was shocked and didn't care much. She hurriedly threw the straw paper into the pit, then picked up her skirt and went out to find water! In desperation, she did not destroy the secret letter!"

"Oh?! Great opportunity!" Fang Xian raised his arms and exclaimed.

"The heroes' views are similar!" A fierce look flashed across Song Qingshu's face, "The Buddha said, who will go to hell if I don't go to hell? I must be as good as the righteousness of the world, what's the point of me going into the cesspool of a woman's toilet!!!"

Song Yuanqiao was about to cry when he heard this: "Good son, sacrifice his life for justice, and my father is proud of me!"

Song Qingshu expressed his resolute expression: "I was worried that Zhou Zhiruo would come to clean the pit later and did not hesitate. She jumped into the pit from the skylight. As soon as she entered, my feet slipped and I fell into the pit..."

"…………………” Everyone was silent.

"Even if I fell a dog to eat shit, even if it was stenchy, even if I was very satisfied, I didn't faint. For the sake of martial arts, I would hold on! Then I......"

...

"It's all for it!" Song Qingshu's eyes were full of blood and tears, holding the straw paper stained with yellow stains, as if holding the Holy Grail.

"Senior, thank you for your hard work!" Fang Xian was filled with emotion as he listened to this earth-shaking soul-suppressing song, "Now, can you tell me what is on it?"

"Above..." Song Qingshu's face shook, "Only shit..."

"…………” Everyone was silent for a long time.

Fang Xian was about to cry: "Senior, the descriptions of "You are vivid and shocking the world and the ghosts and gods. In the end, they are just a pile of shit?"

Song Qingshu shook his head miserably and desolately: "Yes, there is only shit on it. I have wiped it repeatedly, looking at the sun, watering it with fire, but I didn't see a word, except shit, but shit."

"Is this the news that I'm waiting for..." Fang Xian sighed dejectedly, "Forget it, just pretend that I'm listening to a passionate story, it's not a loss."

"Yes..." Song Qingshu echoed and stuffed the paper shit back into his bag.

"Why keep it?" Song Yuanqiao asked.

"This... take it back and do research, and maybe you can make new discoveries." Song Qingshu scratched his head in sweat.

"Take it!" Song Yuanqiao finally realized, "Son, don't get deeper and deeper. If this continues, how will it exist at my age?!"

"But...but, this has research value and there is still flavor on it." Song Qingshu held the straw paper and refused to put it.

"I won't throw you away, I will help you! I'm not the fault of my son, I can't let you go any further." Song Yuanqiao shouted angrily, grabbed Song Qingshu's fist and pulled it up.

"No, I'll throw it away in two days!!"

After all, Song Qingshu's kung fu is still a little sparse compared to his father. In addition, Song Qingshu dared not use force, for fear of breaking the straw paper, so this poor secret letter was taken away by Song Yuanqiao in just two moves.

"Son, forget about this." Song Yuanqiao sighed sadly, waved his arms, and the straw paper had been torn apart and danced with the wind.

Song Qingshu was in tears.

Fang Xian looked at this curious scene: "It's so flying shit..."

Zhu'er looked at this scene and was suddenly stunned: "Wait... this paper... I know you!"
Chapter completed!