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Part Two: Yitian Chapter 332: Attack Again

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    Chapter 332 Attack again

    Song Wenqing was sitting on the couch, listening to the chatter between Xiao Yuesheng and Qing'er. The night pearl on the roof of the car exuded a clear light, bright and soft, and the car seemed particularly warm.

    Just thinking about the women of the Shuiyun Sect, all of whom were stunning in their country, her heart slowly sank and became cold.

    "There's no need to send it off anymore, we can go back by ourselves." Song Wenqing put down his hand, looked up at Xiao Yuesheng, and said lightly.

    Xiao Yuesheng was staring at the chessboard, shook his head, and said softly: "Well, I have nothing to do, so I can take a walk with you."

    "That's right, Aunt Qing, it's fun when there are many people!" Qing'er nodded hurriedly, holding a shiny black chess piece in her hand. Her palms were white, which made the chess piece black and bright.

    Song Wenqing glanced at her, and Qing'er immediately spat out her sweet tongue, said no more, lowered her head to play chess, and dropped the black piece.

    The setting sun is like blood.

    The carriage is walking on the official road, and the sound of horse hooves is crisp and clear, with a unique rhythm. Listening to it makes people relax and want to fall asleep.

    The official road was quite lively. A carriage without a driver was driving slowly. Two white horses were very impressive. Their neighing was as loud as a dragon's roar, which attracted people's attention.

    If there is a carriage in front, they will often neigh, and the carriage in front will slow down, wait for them to pass, and then return to normal. It looks like a courtier sees the king and gives way.

    In this situation, even though Xiao Yuesheng was sitting in the carriage, his mind was naturally clear, and he did not restrain them too much and allowed them to run wild.

    "Ah, I lost again!" Qing'er screamed, pouting her cherry lips, widening her bright eyes, and staring at him hatefully.

    Just now, he was in a daze and made a wrong move. As a result, he accidentally forced her into a desperate situation. His original approach was to deliberately avoid such positions and take more detours so that she could make more moves.  A few steps.

    "Haha Qing'er, at such a young age, your chess skills are pretty good!" Xiao Yuesheng chuckled.

    "I'm not as good as you!" Qing'er was young and innocent, and couldn't stand failure, so she muttered in frustration.

    She suddenly became energetic, turned to Song Wenqing, and said with a sweet smile: "Aunt Qing, come and do it for me! Kill him for his majesty!"

    As he spoke, he snorted and glanced sideways at Xiao Yuesheng.

    Xiao Yuesheng was gentle and kind. Although she had seen his ruthless hands, she soon forgot about him. She only had a close heart and spoke quite casually.

    "You guys, get off." Song Wenqing moved his eyes away from the book, glanced at her, shook his head, his expression unmoving.

    "Aunt Qing¡ª¡ª!" Qing'er refused, got off the couch, jumped onto her couch, stepped forward and grabbed the book, and hummed: "You have read this book a long time ago!  "

    Song Wen's clear and fair face changed, her cheeks were rosy, and she was beautiful and charming.

    Her expression was still calm, she glared at Qing'er secretly and said nothing.

    "Miss Song can also play chess?" Xiao Yuesheng smiled half-heartedly and pretended not to hear. He separated the chess pieces one by one and threw them into the black and white wooden boxes.

    "I learned my chess skills from Aunt Qing!" Qing'er shook Song Wenqing's arm, turned her head and hummed softly.

    "Then you need to learn from others!" Xiao Yuesheng chuckled and raised his eyebrows, with a bit of challenge in his eyes.

    Song Wenqing had been secretly angry with him and didn't want to talk to him, but couldn't help but peek at him. His heart was struggling fiercely. When he saw his eyes like this, an unknown fire suddenly rose in his chest.

    She nodded and said slowly: "Okay, let's compare."

    Qing'er hurriedly put down her arm, jumped off the bed, stepped on the thick carpet, and jumped to Xiao Yuesheng's side, helping to arrange the chess pieces, eager to watch their competition.

    ¡°One is my beloved Aunt Qing, and the other is my favorite Mr. Xiao. Which one of them is more powerful?

    The carriage moved forward steadily, and with the crisp sound of hoofbeats, they started the game.

    Xiao Yuesheng raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. Although Song Wenqing was elegant, dignified, peaceful and quiet, he was very fierce when playing chess.

    Qing'er felt strange. She looked up at Aunt Qing from time to time, trying to confirm whether it was Aunt Qing who was playing chess. This style of chess was very different from what she usually played.

    Aunt Qing has always played chess with hidden needles. She looks inconspicuous and has nothing special about her. But when she thinks about it carefully, she has hidden murderous intentions and is extremely difficult to deal with.

    But at this time, she was murderous in the chess game, advancing step by step. She was quite similar to herself, as if she wanted to eat the opponent to death in one bite.

    Xiao Yuesheng's face was gentle, and he raised his head to glance at Song Wenqing from time to time. He could feel the resentment in her heart, and took this opportunity to?? It's okay to let her vent it out.

    It¡¯s just that her murderous intentions are too strong, and her weaknesses are easily exposed, so he can only pretend not to notice and accompany her seriously.

    After a while, as the chess game progressed and she needed to think more and more carefully, her mood gradually calmed down, she noticed something strange about herself, and knew that he was deliberately giving up to her.

    The atmosphere between the two was quite strange. Their eyes would touch each other from time to time, and then they would quickly separate. Qing'er was watching from the side, smiling secretly but not daring to show it. She could only lower her head and pretend to be attentive.  Study of chess games.

    After a while, she felt that her neck was sore and stiff, and she kept lowering her head. It was really hard, so she hummed softly: "Oh, it's a bit hot. I'm going to go out and get some fresh air."

    After saying that, he put on his mink fur, put on his boots, opened the door, and jumped in front of the carriage, where the driver should be.

    There were only two people left in the carriage. Xiao Yuesheng raised his head and looked deeply into her beautiful eyes with warm eyes.

    Song Wenqing tilted his head slightly, avoiding his gaze, and lowered his head to look at the chessboard.

    "" Xiao Yuesheng opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. He could only sigh softly, and the car was silent.

    Song Wenqing lowered his head and stared blankly at the chessboard. He didn't press the chess pieces for a long time. His eyes were confused and his mind had left the chessboard.

    Xiao Yuesheng didn't speak to urge her, his eyes enveloped her, gentle and peaceful, seeming to be affectionate, yet also seeming to be ruthless.

    "Huh" After a while, Song Wenqing breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head, looked at him with clear eyes, and said lightly: "It's getting late, you should go!"

    Xiao Yuesheng said warmly: "The future may be dangerous, so I'd better escort you back."

    "No need!" Song Wenqing said firmly, shook his head and said: "We are not weak women who are not good at martial arts, so we don't need to bother you!"

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled bitterly. Listening to her tone, it was obvious that she still had resentment, but she couldn't express it. She could only sigh secretly, saying it was destined but not the same, and nodded: "Okay."

    He took out a bright green jade hairpin from his arms and handed it to Song Wenqing: "This jade hairpin is my own. Please accept it."

    Song Wenqing glanced at it, did not reach out, and shook his head: "No need, I don't dare to accept such a valuable thing!"

    "Although this move is abrupt, this hairpin has the effect of protecting the body." Xiao Yuesheng sighed softly and said with a wry smile: "If not, I really don't trust you to go back alone."

    Song Wenqing was still about to refuse, but Xiao Yuesheng had already stretched out his hand and gently inserted it into her cloud-like hair. The movement was gentle, but she had no time to react.

    "This pair of jade bracelets is given to Qing'er. Let her carry it with her. If she encounters a critical moment, crush the jade bracelets and I will be there."

    Xiao Yuesheng took out a piece of white jade and a white jade vase from his pocket, about the size of a palm. The jade vase has simple lines and a figure is engraved on the body.

    He shook the jade bottle: "There is also a bottle of elixir here. It is not a peerless elixir. It is secretly prepared by me. If you are injured, you might as well give it a try."

    On the bottle, a man with long clothes and broad sleeves stood on the top of the mountain. He looked up and saw that his sleeves were fluttering in the mountain wind. His appearance could not be seen clearly, but his free and elegant aura hit his face.

    As soon as Song Wenqing saw this pattern, he knew that this person was Xiao Yuesheng. The person who carved it was extremely skilled, and he vividly presented Xiao Yuesheng's temperament without any discomfort.

    "Take it, don't be polite to me!" Seeing that she still wanted to refuse, Xiao Yuesheng placed the jade bottle and jade pendant on the table under the window.

    "When you get home, just let the horses come back by themselves. They know the way and there is no need to send people back." He got up and sat down, put on his boots, stood up straight, glanced at Song Wenqing in front of him, and smiled: "  If we are destined, we will meet again!"

    After saying that, his figure flashed and disappeared.

    Song Wenqing opened his mouth, but he had disappeared.

    She hurriedly turned around, opened the car door, faced the cold wind, and looked into the distance.

    "Aunt Qing, what's wrong?" Qing'er leaned out from the front seat of the carriage and asked softly.

    "Nothing" Song Wenqing replied absentmindedly, looking into the distance, still searching for Xiao Yuesheng's figure, but still to no avail. He sighed secretly, turned around and said: "It's so cold outside, come in quickly!"

    "Oh." Qing'er agreed, jumped up, landed in front of the car door, and leaned in.

    "Huh?!" As soon as she entered the carriage, she couldn't help but screamed softly, turned around and asked Song Wenqing: "Aunt Qing, where is Mr. Xiao?"

    "Gone." Song Wenqing replied calmly, sat back on the couch and picked up the book again.

    "Gone?!" Qing'er was surprised, she didn't even think about it.How could Xiao Yuesheng's figure disappear quietly?

    Song Wenqing glanced at her, pointed at the white jade pendant on the table with the book, and said coldly: "That jade pendant was given to you by him. If you encounter danger and crush it, he can show up."

    "Really?!" Qing'er was immediately interested. She stepped forward to pick it up, looked at it over and over, and couldn't put it down.

    Song Wenqing shook his head, he was really childish.

    The night has fallen, it is dark, there is no one on the official road, the surroundings are silent, there is not even the soft chirping of insects, only the crisp hoofbeats of Song Wenqing and their carriages.

    The two white horses were so extraordinary that they could see in the dark and had no effect during the day or night, so they took the opportunity to rush on their way to avoid being blocked by those people again.

    The radiance of the night pearl is bright and soft. Song Wenqing and Qing'er sat on the couch facing each other, passing the boring time.

    Song Wenqing doesn¡¯t touch the chessboard very often on weekdays, but now his thoughts are wandering. In order to prevent himself from wandering, he just dragged Qing¡¯er to play chess.

    The two of them chatted from time to time. Suddenly, the carriage stopped and the sound of Qingyue's horses neighed. The sound resounded through the night sky and could be heard for miles.

    "Aunt Qing, what happened to them?" Qing'er raised her head and asked curiously.

    "Is there someone outside?" Song Wenqing picked up the long sword on the table, put on his mink fur, said "stay here and don't move", and pushed out the door.

    When the two white horses saw her coming out, they neighed again, in a much lower voice, as if they were whispering.

    Song Wenqing got off the carriage and came to them. He used his bright eyes to scan the surroundings. There was nothing strange and no one there.

    "What's wrong?" Song Wenqing turned around, looked at the big shining eyes of the two white horses, and blurted out, then laughed dumbly, what happened to him, why did he talk to them?  !

    The two white horses neighed low, as if they could understand her words, they paved the ground, raised their heads, and looked ahead.

    Song Wenqing's heart moved, and he suddenly realized something. He remembered the situation last time. The two horses had keen intuition and could sense murderous intent and danger.

    "Qing'er, stay in the carriage and don't come out. I'll go to the front and take a look." She knocked on the door of the carriage, gave an order in a low voice, used Qinggong, and moved forward quickly.

    The night was dark and there was no moon in the sky. She used her eyesight and performed Qinggong. She fell to the ground silently and moved forward smoothly.

    After walking for a mile, he suddenly stopped, his clenched hands tightened, and his eyes suddenly brightened, staring at a few boulders beside the road.

    These huge rocks are all as tall as a man and stand beside the road, as if there are several people standing there. It is quite scary in the dark night.

    "Is it her?" A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and several figures flashed out from behind the stone, came to the official road, and walked slowly in front of Song Wenqing.

    "It's her!" someone answered.

    ¡°It¡¯s you¡ª¡ª?!¡± Song Wenqing frowned, stared at the person in front of him, and said coldly.

    This was an acquaintance, one of the seven people he met in Chaoyang Restaurant, a member of the Changsha Gang, and it was the thin man who was not knocked unconscious by Xiao Yuesheng.

    "That's just me!" The middle-aged man sneered and turned around to look: "Why don't you see the person named Xiao?!"

    "You don't deserve to see him!" Song Wenqing snorted coldly and glanced at the boulders beside the road. "No need to be sneaky, everyone come out!"

    "Hehe, since this beauty wants to see everyone, then everyone should come out to meet the Prime Minister!" The hoarse voice sounded again, hehehe said with a smile.

    Several figures flashed out from behind the boulder again.

    Seeing the objects in the hands of these figures, Song Wenqing couldn't help but narrow his bright eyes, his heart tightened, and he was secretly awe-inspiring.

    What they held in their hands were not hidden weapons or swords, but powerful crossbows!

    A martial arts master, if he has excellent movement skills, may not be afraid of hidden weapons, but facing several powerful crossbows, he is helpless and has no choice but to escape.

    The strength of the crossbow is incomparable to that of a hidden weapon. It can shoot through a person with one arrow. Moreover, if several crossbows are fired in volley, there is no way to avoid it. If one is hit, even a top expert will not be able to escape.

    "This beauty, please keep your hands tied, so as not to hurt your life." The hoarse voice said slowly. Standing out from the crowd was a short and thin middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance.  At first glance, he looks like an old farmer in the countryside.

    Song Wenqing tightened the sword in his hand, closed his lips with force, his bright eyes were determined, and the gentle face of Xiao Yuesheng flashed in his mind.

    "He Lao, she can take it down by herself without using a crossbow" The middle-aged man turned around, cupped his fists, and said respectfully to the short and thin old man.

    "Hehe, that's right, it's like that"Beauty, if you shoot a few bloody holes, it would be really indecent." The old man nodded, chuckled, waved his hand, and shouted loudly: " Come on, everyone, come together and take her down!"  "

    Behind him were more than a dozen people, all dressed in black, their eyes were indifferent, lifeless, and it was numbing to watch.

    Song Wenqing drew his sword out of its scabbard, straightened his body, united his body and sword, and stabbed the short and thin old man quickly. Now that he was in this situation, he could only fight to the death. Although he knew that there was little hope of capturing the thief and the king, he could only try his best.  Give it a try.

    "What a hot little beauty!" The short and thin old man tutted, stretched out his palms, struck the sword with his palms, and shouted like lightning: "You guys step aside for now, I'll come to see her for a while!"

    His palm does not match the shape of his body. It looks wide and not big. There is no flesh on the hand, which shows that the joints are thick, but it is quite light and quick when used.

    With a "dang" sound, his fingers hit the sword body, like gold and iron clashing. Song Wenqing felt the sword body vibrate, his palms numb, and his heart felt awe-inspiring, such deep internal power!

    "Little beauty, try my giant spirit palm!" The short and thin old man laughed, and the palm was faster, chopping or cutting, stabbing or plucking, the ten fingers were like swords, and they were versatile.

    Song Wenqing used the Chaoyin Sword. The force of the sword was as powerful as the waves surging around him, blocking the old man's attacks one by one and remaining motionless.

    "Okay, Xiaomei'er really has two brushes!" the old man praised loudly, not anxious. With the powerful crossbow in his hand, she couldn't fly, so now he just teased her, just like a cat catching a mouse, the teasing is endless fun.

    "Aunt Qing?!" A crisp voice suddenly sounded, and Song Wenqing was shaken and secretly screamed.

    Seeing that Aunt Qing didn't come back for a long time, Qing'er felt uneasy, so she got off the carriage, used Qing Kung Fu and ran over to have a look, and saw Aunt Qing fighting with someone.

    "Hey, here comes another little beauty!" The short and thin old man laughed loudly, and kept moving his hands, still fierce.

    "He Lao, this is the real master!" The thin middle-aged man said hurriedly.

    Song Wenqing was anxious. He raised his head and glared at Qing'er, but suddenly saw the jade bracelet hanging on her ear. He had an idea and hurriedly said: "Qing'er, crush the jade bracelet!"
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