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- Chapter 49 Summoning
"Junior sister, we have to leave quickly!"
The two of them performed Qinggong, like fish swimming in the water, swaying in the crowd, and then escaped from the crowd. Zhang Yijun's jade face under the white gauze sank slightly, and his tone was solemn.
"Yes, that guy will definitely not be able to swallow this breath and will definitely cause trouble again!" Song Qingya nodded and snorted with contempt and disdain.
The light skills performed by the two men are quite mysterious, and people often don't notice the difference. At first glance, they are no different from ordinary people, and they are slim and graceful, but in reality they are like shrinking into inches. Although the skills are insufficient, one step is enough to surpass ordinary people. More than ten steps away.
They didn¡¯t care about shopping anymore, but used Qinggong to rush to the Wen Mansion.
¡°Let¡¯s buy some rice first!¡± Zhang Yijun suddenly said halfway through.
Song Qingya was startled for a moment, then understood what the senior sister meant and nodded in agreement. Then people in Chengdu were able to see an impressive scene. Two masked women, as slim as willows, each copied a bag of rice and walked leisurely. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was his own eyesight and hallucination.
The two girls used Qinggong, carried the rice, and quickly returned to the Wen Mansion. They handed the rice to Aunt Taibotai and told them not to go out from today on. Perak Hall might cause trouble.
In the back garden of the Wen Mansion, Aunt Taibotai grows vegetables by herself. It has always been warm as spring here, and the vegetables have been growing and in great abundance, so there is no need to go out to buy them.
Hearing that they had offended Perak Hall, the old couple were surprised and very worried. They lived in Chengdu and knew a little about the power of Perak Hall.
After they returned to the Wen Mansion, they did not leave in a hurry. Instead, they took off their white veils and took out some porcelain bottles from their bags. There were some pastes in them. They matched them in threes and twos and gently applied them to their faces. They were as beautiful as flowers. They turned into two ordinary girls with slightly dark complexions, making it difficult to attract attention.
His clothes were also changed into coarse cloth shorts. He looked like he was from a poor family, and he was holding a sword. He should be a low-level disciple in a small sect.
After finishing cleaning up, the two of them led their horses and left Wen Mansion, heading out of the city, taking their time and leisurely, admiring the surrounding scenery.
After leaving the city gate, the two women mounted their horses, knocked on their horses, and trotted, showing no signs of urgency.
Song Qingya was wearing blue coarse cloth clothes, which were indescribably awkward to wear. She was riding on a horse, twisting her delicate body, and waved her hand with a sword in anger: "Senior sister, when I go back this time, I must ask the master to take care of me." Cure this Thunderbolt Hall!"
"Yes, bullying men and dominating women is really hateful!"
Zhang Yijun was dressed in light gray clothes. He was a bit more rustic than Song Qingya. His dark complexion hid his delicate facial features, and then he shook his head: "However, this Thunderbolt Hall does not have any serious evil, so the Emei Sect does not Touch them."
"Huh! Big evil? If you don't kill people, it's not a big evil?" Song Qingya was indignant, tapping the stirrups, her delicate body rose and fell, extremely harmonious and graceful, she pursed her lips: "Those innocent women were snatched back by him, are they just that? Isn¡¯t it a big evil?!¡±
"Yes, this is indeed hateful. This time, if our martial arts skills are even worse, we may not be able to escape the poisonous hands. I'm afraid just thinking about it!" Zhang Yijun nodded, agreeing with the junior sister's idea.
She couldn¡¯t help but think, no wonder Master and Uncle Master like to stay in the mountains and never go out. Although the outside world is fun, it is also very dangerous. It is not as peaceful and comfortable as the Shuiyun Sect!
The sun in the sky was getting stronger and stronger, and the road began to get hotter and hotter. Because they were wearing jade pendants, waves of coolness came from their hearts and spread throughout their bodies, feeling extremely cool.
"Okay, Qingya, we have to hurry up and get back quickly. Perak Hall is not that simple. Maybe they can catch us!"
Song Qingya didn't take it seriously and chuckled: "Senior sister, you are worrying too much. Who can recognize us except people from the Shuiyun Sect?"
Even so, she still followed her instructions and tapped her feet, asking the horse to speed up and gallop along the official road.
As they gradually moved away from the city of Chengdu and galloped away, the two people gradually felt relieved. It seemed that they were worrying too much. Such a trivial matter should not provoke them into a big fight. It seemed that the master's teachings were not It¡¯s always proven.
When the two started chatting and joking, they had already arrived at a mountain road with cliffs on one side and dense forests and mountains on the other side. If it was night, they would rarely pass by this place. It is really a good place to rob homes.
"Yu¡ª¡ª" The two men suddenly tightened the reins, and the horses stood up and neighed loudly.
The two women stood firmly on the back of the horse, holding long swords in their hands, staring ahead, their smiles fading away, their expressions heavy.
Not far in front of them, on a narrow mountain road, stood a row of people,The person with the round head, a folding fan gently swinging, pretending to be elegant, with a narrow smile, is none other than Fan Cunyi, the young master of Perak Hall.
Behind him, more than ten people stood quietly, as quiet as a mountain, with cold eyes directed at Song Qingya and Zhang Yijun who were sitting on the horse, with murderous intent.
"Two fairies, I have been waiting for you for a long time!" Fan Cunyi closed his folding fan, cupped his fists and cupped his hands, and said with a smile.
It¡¯s just that his temperament is too vulgar. He holds a fan and holds his fists in a polite manner, which really looks a bit nondescript.
Song Qingya and Zhang Yijun looked at each other, somewhat confused. Their own disguise skills were not so easy to detect. How could he know?
How does he know his own journey? It seems that this Perak Hall is indeed a local snake and has some righteousness!
"Who are you? Do we know each other?!" Song Qingya said in a rough voice, which sounded hoarse and unpleasant, causing Fan Cunyi in front of him to frown.
"The people of Shuiyun Sect are really cowardly and incompetent. They only hide their heads and show their tails and dare not see others!" The middle-aged man with a sword behind Fan Cunyi sneered.
These words hit the mark, and they were Song Qingya's rebels. After hearing this, Song Qingya was young and energetic, and could no longer bear it. She snorted: "So many people bully two weak women. It's a shame that they still have the nerve to speak. I'm ashamed." died!"
To this person, these words were like scratching an itch. He pretended not to hear it and laughed: "You two girls, it would be great if you just go back with our young master, why bother to humiliate yourself?!"
"Junior sister, let's abandon our horses and run up the mountain!" Zhang Yijun turned his head and said softly to Song Qingya.
She saw those people in front of her, their temples were bulging and their eyes were shining like cold electricity. They looked no worse than the two bodyguards. It was impossible for the two of them to deal with so many people. The only way was to escape. .
For them, this is already familiar. The entire Purple Mountain is their amusement park. Its mountainous terrain is far more dangerous and strange than ordinary mountains.
Song Qingya was so angry that she wished she could stab him in the mouth with a sword to stop him from talking bad about Shuiyun Sect.
But I have not lost my sense in my heart. I know that they are waiting for work, and they are using more to attack less. I and my senior sister will suffer too much, so walking is the best strategy!
"Senior sister, let's go!" She thought of it and did it. She held the sword in one hand and gently supported the horse's back with the other hand. Her delicate body floated up and she rushed diagonally towards the dense forest.
Zhang Yijun reacted very quickly, followed her closely, jumped off the horse and rushed towards the dense forest.
Fan Cunyi and the others, who were a few feet away, were still waiting for the two women to rush over, and then they would be beaten by him, and they would be trapped. Unexpectedly, they actually ran away without fighting.
This is a dense pine forest, mixed with some other tree species, with almost no roads.
Although the two women's skills are not strong, their light skills have improved by leaps and bounds these days. They did not fall into the forest, but walked on the treetops.
The branches of the pine trees are hard, much stronger than the water of the cold lake. The two of them flew quickly, clinging to the treetops, heading towards the mountain at extremely fast speeds.
There are not many people in the Perak Hall who are good at Qinggong, but the man surnamed Li who is carrying a sword is among them. He also imitates them and runs through the treetops, followed by four others.
Their Qinggong is not that superb. They can only rely on their deep skills to jump from one tree to another. They seem extremely clumsy, but their speed is not much slower.
Nearly a hundred feet past, the two women suddenly stopped and stood firmly on the branches, standing gracefully in the wind. If they were wearing the original clothes, they would be fluttering like feathers, like Lingbo fairies.
Seeing that only three people were chasing after them, and the rest were so far behind that they couldn't even see their shadows, they would not just escape blindly. Taking the opportunity to eliminate the enemy's vitality would be the best way.
Seeing the person in front of him stop, the middle-aged man surnamed Li who was carrying the sword was overjoyed. He used his strength and increased his strength again. Every time he stepped on it, the branches he stepped on would break. Not only was the force too great, but also the force behind him was too great. People leave marks.
"The two girls are so skillful, Li admires them. Don't try to escape in vain, you can't escape!" After a few ups and downs, he had jumped not far away from the two girls, followed by two thin men holding swords. The man has a dark, thin face and is very inconspicuous.
"Hmph, if the tiger doesn't show its power, you still think it's a sick cat. I spared you just now, but you are so ungrateful!" Song Qingya scolded without showing any weakness, and slowly pulled out the sword. Under the sun, the sword's light was like cold lightning. It was full of coldness.
Time is limited. If you delay, the people behind you may catch up. My mind is spinning. After saying this, I don¡¯t say much more. I just move my lotus feet. The treetops are trembling slightly. People are already rushing towards the middle-aged man surnamed Li.
The situation at this time was like stepping on a plum blossom pile, and outsiders could not intervene. Seeing that she was so eager, the middle-aged man attacked him from the air.Overjoyed, he stretched his hand back, unsheathed his long sword, and jumped up. The sword light was like lightning, piercing Song Qingya in the air.
Being in the air is a big taboo in martial arts, but once you leave the ground and get into the air, you almost become a target.
Song Qingya faced the stabbing sword. She didn't panic. She flipped her jade wrist and the sword tip suddenly changed direction. Extremely fast, she stabbed the opponent's sword tip. Her delicate body took advantage of the force and flew up again, leaping into the air like an eagle. Hit the water.
The middle-aged man now somewhat understood why his companion, who was practicing Kung Fu all over the body, couldn't resist a sword attack. It turned out that the inner power contained in the sword was too strange, and half of his body felt numb. Fortunately, he had good skills and recovered quickly. .
"Be careful!" Zhang Yijun suddenly screamed, dashing forward, feeling angry and anxious.
The two people who were standing aside to watch the battle suddenly took action while Song Qingya was in the air, and attacked her together with the middle-aged man.
At this time, their Qinggong was not as clumsy as before, and their movements were light and swift, not even inferior to Song Qingya and Zhang Yijun, but they had been secretly hiding their clumsiness, pretending to be pigs and eating tigers!
"Hey!" Song Qingya in the air exhaled a breath of turbid air and gave a clear sound. Her jade wrist suddenly increased her strength and mobilized all the internal energy in her body. The sword light flashed like a pear blossom. The silver light was shining brightly in the sun. Dazzling.
"Ding, ding, ding," three sounds of gold and iron clashed. Song Qingya blocked their tricky and strange sword moves, but she tried her best. It felt like the thief had left the building empty, and her body involuntarily sank and fell down.
There was a crackling sound, the branches broke, and she had fallen under the tree. Although she was standing, she was already in a mess, her clothes were messy, and her face was stained with blood.
Zhang Yijun hurriedly jumped in front of her, protected her behind him, stared at the three people with smiles on their faces, and turned his head slightly: "Junior sister, is it okay?!"
Song Qingya was unspeakably depressed. She stretched out her hand to wipe the blood on her face. She groaned and gritted her teeth: "It doesn't matter! I got scratched a few times by branches!"
A woman¡¯s appearance is the most important thing. Her face was scratched by a branch, and she didn¡¯t know whether there would be scars in the future. She felt aggrieved and angry at the same time.
¡°Senior sister, I¡¯m going to start a killing spree!¡±
"Kill!" Zhang Yijun replied coldly, with an icy chill in his eyes. For the three people in front of him, he felt murderous intent in his heart. He didn't want to hold back, otherwise, he would fall into their hands. Unexpectedly, these people So cunning!
"Go!" Song Qingya's body flashed suddenly, she rushed out from behind Zhang Yijun and struck directly at the middle-aged man ten feet away. The sword light was like lightning, and it arrived in an instant.
In the few breaths just now, the turbulent blood energy quickly calmed down in the clear flow from the jade pendant, the internal energy was activated, and the energy was regenerated.
The middle-aged man smiled slightly and retreated quickly. The thin men on both sides swung their long swords to meet Song Qingya's key points, forcing her to change her moves.
Zhang Yijun's figure flashed, arriving first and coming from behind. Two sword flowers covered a person on the right, forcing him to withdraw his sword.
The five people quickly got into a group, with swords blazing in all directions, making them indistinguishable.
The swordsmanship of the Shuiyun Sect was normal, but Li Ruoyun and the others were taught by Xiao Yuesheng in a strange way, and they were completely transformed and climbed straight to the sky.
Ordinary disciples do not have such an opportunity. It takes a long time and energy to learn the exquisite sword skills. Song Qingya and Li Ruoyun practice mysterious mental methods, so their light skills increase extremely fast, and their power control techniques are also extremely strange, but the sword moves It is exquisite, but it cannot be improved in a short time.
Their opponents are all rare masters of swordsmanship. They are guest ministers in the Perak Hall. They have a transcendent status. Because of Fan Cunyi's pleading, they took advantage of Fan Xisheng's absence to take action in person.
"Ah!" There was a short scream, and a sword light suddenly lit up. The thin swordsman on the left was hit in the chest by the sword, and he immediately fell to the ground. He seemed to have died suddenly, except that his body was twitching.
Song Qingya leaned her sword on the ground, and the blood on the sword dripped into the soil.
She was on the verge of collapse and clenched her teeth, her face was as pale as paper, she was breathing heavily, her forehead was dripping with sweat, and she looked like she was running out of oil.
The sword strike just now was a combination of all her skills, and she used a killing move taught by her master when she said goodbye. The power was indeed huge. Even though she had not practiced it well, she still stabbed the opponent who had been pressing her tightly.
" Just such a powerful sword requires considerable skill. Her internal strength is completely exhausted. Every muscle in her body seems to be trembling. She can feel death approaching.
He tried hard to open his eyes and look at the senior sister. She was still struggling to hold on under the siege of the two, but her posture was still demure. Her face was cold and expressionless, as if she had the upper hand.
Song Qingya's heart was full of regret and annoyance. It was because she was too careless and underestimated the Thunderbolt Hall that the three people's conspiracy succeeded, holding her back and injuring her senior sister.
Looking at the group of people approaching gradually, she knew that the possibility of her and her senior sister escaping was getting smaller and smaller!
??The coolness on the chest continued to exude, soothing the trembling muscles, gradually increasing a bit of strength, and the fragrant sweat on the body seemed to disappear quickly.
The crowd was getting closer and closer, and Fan Cunyi's squinting gaze was directed towards her. Song Qingya smiled coldly, put her sword on the ground with her right hand, and slowly stretched her left hand to her chest, took out the crystal clear jade pendant from her arms, and bit it. She bit her chapped cherry lips and pinched them hard.
A green light suddenly lit up in her hand, and then shot straight into the sky, like the sun in the sky, shooting out a dazzling green light that made it difficult to open one's eyes.
The three people who were taking action only saw a green field in front of them, and could not see anything else. They stopped hurriedly and flew back. Zhang Yijun came to her side, with a calm expression and heavy breathing.
Song Qingya has a strong temperament and likes to make all-or-nothing risks, which is influenced by her teacher Yang Yuqi, while Zhang Yijun is influenced by his teacher Li Ruoyun, who emphasizes on being as clear as ice and not in a hurry. Through the effect of the jade pendant, his skills are slowly restored and are still not exhausted.
In the dazzling green light, everyone felt stagnant, as if the air around them had been sucked away, and they could no longer breathe. A huge fear suddenly surged in. The involuntary fear came from deep in their hearts and was irresistible.
Fortunately, this strong feeling only lasted for a few breaths, and then dissipated. Everyone was busy breathing hard, never knowing that being able to breathe was a great blessing.
"Uncle!" Song Qingya's surprised voice sounded, causing everyone on the opposite side to look up.
Next to the two frail and slender girls, a young man appeared with two shiny black mustaches, showing a somewhat mature temperament.
He is of medium height, about the same height as them, and has an extremely ordinary appearance. It is difficult to attract attention in the crowd, which makes Fan Cunyi feel a rare sense of confidence. Compared with this man, he is considered handsome!
Xiao Yuesheng slept until he woke up naturally. He finished his breakfast in the middle of the morning and was walking alone by the lake. Several junior sisters and maids were studying the art of etiquette in the Shuiyun Sect.
While walking, suddenly, something strange appeared in my heart, and a scene suddenly appeared in my mind. In a pine forest, sword lights flashed, and someone was fighting.
His figure suddenly flashed, disappeared by the lake, and instantly moved to the place where the jade pendant was broken, which was right next to Song Qingya.
"Qingya, Yijun, what's going on?" Xiao Yuesheng was dressed in a green shirt, showing his calm and unrestrained demeanor naturally. His face was solemn, his warm eyes passed over their faces, and his big hands naturally pressed on their vests.
The two women only felt a big warm hand touching their skin, and then an overwhelming force poured into their delicate bodies. Suddenly, their inner strength was restored and their spirits were lifted.
They feel better than ever before, full of energy, the world in their eyes is fresh and bright, their inner strength is so powerful, they feel like a sword can pierce the sky. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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