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Part 2 Yitian Chapter 311 Jian'an

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    Chapter 311 Jian'an

    "Everyone was stunned. They didn't expect that this little girl was so innocent, cute and so skillful with hidden weapons.

    The middle-aged man had disheveled hair, clenched his teeth, and had a ferocious expression on his face. He stared at the triumphant Qing'er, feeling angry in his heart. The thirty-year-old woman stretched out her hands, and she almost got hurt by a careless move.

    He was about to curse when the figure in front of him flashed, extremely fast, and a faint fragrance floated into his nose, refreshing his heart and mind.

    Aunt Qing's slender figure appeared not far behind him. She bent down gently, picked up the bamboo hat that fell on the ground, dusted it lightly, moved her body again, floated to Qing'er, and sat down slowly,  The bamboo hat was returned to its original place.

    She glanced at Qing'er with her beautiful eyes and said lightly: "Qing'er, sit down and talk!"

    "Oh." Qing'er agreed, and before sitting down, she didn't forget to gouge the middle-aged man hard, as if to intimidate him.

    ???????????????????? But it doesn¡¯t look fierce, but rather delicate.

    The middle-aged man's companions originally wanted to take the opportunity to provoke, but when they saw Aunt Qing's amazingly fast movement, they suddenly became silent and wandered into the martial arts world. Without this kind of eyesight, they would have been thrown into the wilderness long ago.

    Most of the people in the hall turned their attention to the peaceful and quiet Aunt Qing. They didn't expect that she, who looked like a lady to everyone, was actually a master, but she really kept it hidden.

    "Boss Zhang, let's go first!" A companion of the disheveled middle-aged man said, already thinking of quitting, a hero will not suffer the immediate consequences.

    Boss Zhang looked away from Qing'er and looked at his companions.

    Another companion also hurriedly said: "Boss Zhang, we have business to do, we can't delay it anymore, we've almost eaten, it's time to go!"

    Boss Zhang turned back again and glanced at Qing'er fiercely, as if he wanted to remember her appearance in his mind. The fierce light flashed in his eyes, and then turned his head: "Well, that's fine, let's put aside personal grudges for the time being.  , let¡¯s go!¡±

    After saying that, he pushed up the table, picked up the short knife on the table, and strode away.

    Everyone knew that he was taking the opportunity to go downhill and could not afford to offend him, so they couldn't help but watch him leave with smiles on their faces. Although the man named Zhang held his head high and strode away, he could not hide his dejection.  the essence of.

    When the felt curtain fell and the figure disappeared, Qing'er wrinkled her straight nose and said, "Humph, he knows what's going on!"

    "Qing'er!" Aunt Qing frowned slightly and gave her an angry look.

    "Aunt Qing, this scoundrel dares to slander the Shuiyun Sect. It's so infuriating. It's intolerable, but what can't be tolerated!" Qing'er's tone suddenly softened and she defended in a sweet voice.

    "He's talking about the Shuiyun Sect, what do you want to do?!" Aunt Qing showed an annoyed expression and rolled her eyes.

    "Humph, I just can't bear to hear others slander the Shuiyun Sect!" Qing'er snorted, pulling Aunt Qing's sleeves and shaking them vigorously.

    Aunt Qing smiled and said: "What a childish temper! Shuiyun Sect is not related to you, so why should we defend it like this?"

    She was elegant and calm, with a peaceful expression. When she suddenly smiled, she felt like a lily blooming, and everyone couldn't help but feel moved.

    "The Shuiyun Sect is so powerful, but those people are jealous. I can't stand it the most!" Qing'er pouted her cherry and hummed softly.

    At her age, she was in a period of worshiping idols. The Shuiyun Sect was all women, and the number of them was very small, but they had gained such a great reputation, which made her fascinated, admired and worshiped her, and she could not tolerate others saying anything bad about the Shuiyun Sect.  .

    " Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly, raised his hand to stroke his black mustache, and looked at Wen Yubing. There was also a faint smile in her eyes.

    The ordinary-looking but heroic young swordsman clasped his fists and said to Qing'er: "Those just now seem to be from the Jian'an Gang. Girl, be careful of their revenge."

    "Jian'an Gang?" Qing'er blinked her bright almond-shaped eyes and looked at Aunt Qing: "Is it a very powerful gang?"

    Aunt Qing looked at the young swordsman with clear and calm eyes, cupped her fists and said, "My little girl Song Wenqing is polite, please tell me, young knight."

    "I'm at Yanbei Tower in the East China Sea," the young swordsman hurriedly returned the salute, glanced at everyone, and said with a frown: "The Jian'an Gang has no reputation in the martial arts world, but the gang leader is a powerful figure. He is known as an iron fist, a brave man, and a superb boxer."

    "Iron fist and iron courage" Song Wenqing frowned slightly, pondered for a while, and shook his head: "I don't think I heard it."

    "It's no wonder." The young swordsman lowered his head and said slowly with a solemn expression: "Fan Sibei is iron-fisted and courageous. He has always acted in a low-key manner. Few people outside Dengzhou know about him. However, in the entire Dengzhou Mansion, he is a person who speaks the truth.  ."

    "Iron fist and courage, humph, I want to see it!" Qing'er snorted disdainfully and curled her lips: "Is he as powerful as the Dangerous Fairy?"??¡±

    Young swordsman Yan Beilou couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head helplessly: "I'm not as good as the tricky fairy."

    "I think so!" Qing'er raised her head proudly, then turned to Song Wenqing: "Aunt Qing, let's go then, such an unknown person is too lazy to pay attention to him!"

    Everyone couldn¡¯t help laughing.

    Song Wenqing couldn't help but shook his head and glanced at her: "The snow is falling so deep, how can we hurry up?"

    "Didn't that sister just come over in a carriage?" Qing'er tilted her head, stretched out her green-white little finger, and pointed at Wen Yubing and Wen Yubing.

    Her smart and clear almond-shaped eyes kept glancing over, her eyes never leaving Wen Yubing's face, her eyes full of curiosity and surprise.

    "Little girl, the snow outside is indeed very thick, it is not suitable to rush." ??Xiao Yuesheng stroked his black mustache and said with a smile, his eyes were gentle and soft.

    "Oh¡ª¡ª?" Qing'er drawled her voice, her bright eyes showing disbelief, and hummed: "Then how can you hurry up?"

    Xiao Yuesheng had a good impression of her and said with a smile: "My horse is unusual. It is not afraid of snow."

    Qing'er wrinkled her nose, as if she didn't believe it, but moved her eyes away from Wen Yubing's face and glanced at the entrance of the hall, as if she wanted to see what was unusual about his horse.

    She turned her bright eyes, stood up from her seat, proudly stepped on her deerskin boots, came to Xiao Yuesheng's table, sat down, but ignored Xiao Yuesheng, and looked at Wen Yubing, smiling sweetly: "This  What a beautiful sister.¡±

    Her tone of voice was affectionate, not afraid of Wen Yubing's cold appearance, and his eyes were still curiously wandering on her face.

    "Little sister, you are also beautiful." Wen Yubing showed a smile, and everyone's eyes lit up, and the sky outside seemed a little less gloomy.

    Wen Yubing has always been a thousand miles away from outsiders. Even though she is cute and delicate, Qing'er's behavior just now made her quite fond of her. It was different from usual.

    "Alas¡ª¡ª!" Qing'er caressed her delicate face and sighed sweetly: "If I were half as beautiful as my sister, I would be satisfied!"

    Wen Yubing smiled faintly but did not continue. She was not good at talking to others.

    " Then she frowned slightly and her beautiful face sank slightly, which made Qing'er panic. She felt that the air around her suddenly became colder, and even a mink fur vest didn't help.

    "Qing'er, come back and don't disturb others!" Song Wenqing hurriedly waved to Qing'er.

    "Aunt Qing" Qing'er looked at Wen Yubing, not wanting to go back.

    "Come back!" Song Wen's elegant face was solemn and she shouted softly.

    "Okay." Qing'er stood up reluctantly, her pretty face full of helplessness.

    When Wen Yubing frowned, Song Wenqing felt alarmed in his heart. Although he still couldn't detect the depth of Wen Yubing, he knew that she was extraordinary.

    Most of those who are skilled in martial arts also have weird tempers. Just in case, Song Wenqing will not let Qing'er take risks.

    "Oh, it doesn't matter, just sit here, I just thought of something else." Wen Yubing suddenly realized something and hurriedly waved his hand.

    Qing'er suddenly broke out into a smile, turned around immediately, and sat down without looking at Song Wenqing's face.

    "Miss Song, come and sit together." Xiao Yuesheng put down the white jade cup and said with a gentle smile.

    "Then I'm sorry!" Song Wenqing stood up, walked over, sat next to Qing'er, and glared at her gently.

    Qing'er stuck out her lilac tongue as if begging for mercy.

    "I haven't asked for your surname yet" Song Wenqing sat down quietly and asked Xiao Yuesheng gently.

    "Xiao Yuesheng clasped his fists and said with a smile: "I'm Xiao Yuesheng, nice to meet you."

    "It turns out to be XiaoMr. Xiao, this must be Mrs. Xiao," Song Wenqing smiled quietly, with a calm smile: "Mrs. Xiao's grace is extraordinary and charming."

    Xiao Yuesheng stroked his black mustache, smiled, glanced at Wen Yubing, brought the white jade cup to his mouth, and took a sip.

    Wen Yubing's eyes drifted away, and two red clouds flew up on his crystal-clear and warm face. He was so charming and graceful that the people who were quietly peeking on the side couldn't help but feel itchy.

    She didn¡¯t take it seriously when being praised, but the title Mrs. Xiao made her feel strange, a little guilty and worried.

    Qing'er quickly jumped in and kept chattering questions. Wen Yubing was very patient and answered them one by one. Song Wenqing was surprised. He didn't expect her to be so approachable.

    Everyone in the hall spoke carefully, with their ears perked up, listening to the discussion of the four of them.

    "Since you want to go to the Shuiyun Sect, we are on your way, why not come together." Xiao Yuesheng shook the white jade cup lightly and chuckled, pretending not to see Wen Yubing's eyes.

    "Okay, okay!" Qing'er said hurriedlyShe agreed repeatedly, she really wanted to get close to Wen Yubing, not to mention, she also wanted to see his horse that was not afraid of deep snow.

    "Then let's leave now!" Qing'er couldn't wait.

    Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, suddenly glanced at the entrance of the hall, turned around, and said with a smile: "How about tomorrow, let's have a night's rest."

    "Haha, you guys want to leave?!" The felt curtain in the hall was suddenly opened, and the biting cold wind carried a few snowflakes, and they followed several big men into the hall.
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