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Volume 3 Smiling Proud Chapter 122 Serious Injury

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    Chapter 122 Serious Injury

    Xiao Yuesheng turned around, and the sea breeze blew his clothes from behind. His brows moved, and a purple light flashed in his eyes: "What's the matter?!"

    "Mr. Song was seriously injured and almost died!" Xiao He's slim body jumped slightly, her toes touched the beach, and floated lightly, like a feather falling in front of him.

    Xiao Yuesheng took the plain paper handed over by Xiao He, glanced at it, and with a slight shock, the plain paper turned into powder. Purple air flashed on his face, and he snorted: "This is so brave!"

    "Master?" Xiao He felt as if his surroundings were frozen, and as if there was a big mountain pressing down on him. He couldn't breathe, so he hurriedly called out softly.

    Xiao Yuesheng raised his head and glanced at her, the anger on his face dissipated, and he said gently: "Xiao He, tell me, what should I do?"

    "Master, I" Xiao He was startled and shook his head in confusion.

    "Think about it carefully," Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said warmly, "What should I do now."

    Xiaohe¡¯s curved eyebrows wrinkled slightly, her index finger pointed at the dimple on her cheek, she tilted her head and thought for a moment, then hesitantly said, ¡°Master, are you going to help?¡±

    "How can I help?" Xiao Yuesheng pressed forward step by step.

    "First go visit Mr. Song, and then go to settle the score with that Taiyin swordsman!" Xiao He's words gradually became fluent, and his bright eyes showed confidence.

    Xiao Yuesheng raised his eyebrows, showed admiration, and chuckled: "Why did I settle the score with that Taiyin swordsman?"

    "Because he was rude to the master and insulted the master!" Xiao He snorted loudly, wrinkled his delicate nose, and was very angry.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled, shook his head and said, "If someone insults me, I will settle the score. Wouldn't it tire me to death?"

    "This is different!" Xiao He shook his head hurriedly, tilted his head and thought for a while, frowning, cute and cute, as if he was deep in thought.

    After a long while, she clapped her hands vigorously, jumped a little, her pretty face showed a look of joy, and she said in a sweet voice: "I figured it out!  Master, your words are there, and Yan Chaoqun not only saw them, but he didn't take them.  If you don't fight back, your majesty will be gone from now on, and you will no longer be able to intimidate others Then Mr. Lin's bodyguard will be very dangerous!"

    Xiao Yuesheng once again showed a look of approval, nodded vigorously, gently stroked her temples with his big hand, and said with a smile: "My Xiaohe is also promising!"

    ¡°It¡¯s all thanks to the master and madam, hee hee¡­¡± Xiao He smiled delicately.

    A gust of sea breeze blows, and a few strands of black hair on her forehead are blown away. Her smile is as bright as a flower, and her face is radiant, as if she is bathed in a ball of clear light.

    Xiao Yuesheng said goodbye to everyone in Penglai Pavilion and rushed to Songjiapu.

    He took the first step, while Xiao He and Huang Sisi rode on horseback, so as not to slow down his pace and waste time.

    Using the technique of shrinking the ground to an inch, he was more than a hundred meters away in a blink of an eye. As his internal strength increased, the distance between his body flashes became longer and longer.

    He faces Penglai in the east to watch the sea. He has been watching the sea and watching the sunrise for the past few days. His mood has improved greatly, his internal strength has improved again, the purple pill has become more and more moist, the fire has disappeared a lot, and he is running smoothly.

    Songjiapu Songfu

    Today¡¯s Song Mansion, it¡¯s hard to see the scenery and excitement of a few days ago.

    The clouds were shrouded in, and it was bleak. Father Song was seriously injured.

    Mr. Song was lying on the couch, his face was sallow, his eyes were slightly closed, his breathing was light and rapid, and his chest was rising and falling, making people worried that he would suddenly stop breathing.

    Zhou Huairen stood by the couch and turned to look at his master. His heart was sour and he was so angry that he clenched his hands tightly and dug his nails into his flesh, dripping with blood.

    The pain in his hand could not alleviate the pain in his heart at all. Seeing his usually rosy-faced, crane-haired and childlike master transform into what he is today, Zhou Huairen felt guilty and blamed himself. If he hadn't practiced martial arts well, why would he have been bullied?  , but unable to protect Master Zhouquan!

    Regret and self-blame are like ants eating at the heart, biting and biting non-stop, the pain is unbearable.

    The remaining junior brothers were driven out of the room by him and stayed quietly outside the room. They all kept their mouths down and kept silent. The atmosphere was quiet and depressing.

    They also had mixed feelings in their hearts, which they could not describe fully. They were bullied like this, but finally relied on the strength of everyone to drive away the Taiyin swordsman Yan Chaoqun. If it weren't for the birthday banquet, where guests gathered, and someone acted righteously,  At this time, they were already dead.

    "Second senior brother, master's injury?" the youngest junior brother asked a short and stocky middle-aged man in a very low voice.

    The second senior brother looked heavy, shook his head, and sighed: "Master is old after all and has suffered so much."So seriously injured, alas"

    He sighed heavily, as if a huge stone was pressing on everyone's chests. Their hearts were heavy and their minds were confused.

    Although they are disciples, they are no different from parents and children. Since becoming a master, they have been staying in the Song Mansion, getting along day and night, and they have a deep relationship. They are not father and son, but they are better than father and son. Losing the master suddenly is really hard to accept.

    At the beginning, the eldest of the four who pursued Huang Sisi shook his head and sighed: "I didn't expect that Xiao Yihan's signboard didn't work. We are so happy in vain."

    "This Yan Chaoqun has gone crazy. I am afraid that even if Xiao Yihan is present, he will take action without hesitation!" The second senior brother shook his head, thinking about Yan Chaoqun's blood-red eyes, and couldn't help but feel a slight chill in his heart, and then  Anger and hate.

    "If there is anything wrong with Master, I will kill Yan Chaoqun!" One of them stamped his feet angrily.

    Everyone else shook their heads and smiled bitterly. Although this Yan Chaoqun was crazy and behaved erratically, his Taiyin sword skills were extremely superb. He was even more powerful than the Soul-Chasing sword skills. When they faced each other, they were defeated but not victorious.

    "I only hate that our swordsmanship is not good!" One of them muttered, causing everyone to fall silent and look down at their toes, feeling embarrassed and painful.

    One of them suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted in surprise: "Xiaohero?"

    Everyone raised their heads and found Xiao Yuesheng standing in front of them.

    Xiao Yuesheng¡¯s face was solemn, he nodded towards them, and asked lightly: ¡°Is Mr. Song in there?¡±

    "Master is injured." The short and stocky second disciple said hurriedly.

    Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "I'll go in and take a look."

    No one had any objections. The second disciple stepped forward and knocked on the door. The movement was slight and the sound was very low. I believe the senior brother could hear it inside.

    The door was slowly opened, revealing Zhou Huairen's face. When he saw Xiao Yuesheng, he looked startled, then he was overjoyed and quickly let him in.

    Xiao Yuesheng nodded, and without even bothering to say a word of greeting, he walked directly in and came to the bed, frowning.

    Zhou Huairen¡¯s heart tightened and he hurriedly said: ¡°Xiao Daxia, Master, he?¡±

    Xiao Yuesheng didn't say anything. He put his hand on Mr. Song's chest, looked at it carefully, lifted his brocade quilt, and his chest was wrapped in gauze.

    He shook his head and sighed: "This sword pierced the vital point. If Mr. Song hadn't been so profound in internal energy, I'm afraid"

    "Is Master in danger of his life?" Zhou Huairen asked hurriedly.

    Xiao Yuesheng thought for a while, took out a white jade bottle from his pocket, poured out a vermilion pill, and handed it to Zhou Huairen: "Take this pill and you will be safe."

    "Thank you, Master Xiao!" Zhou Huairen took the pill and hesitated slightly, but looked at the master who had a sallow complexion and sunken eyes, gritted his teeth, and put it into his mouth.

    Xiao Yuesheng¡¯s pills were extraordinary. Within half an hour, Mr. Song had woken up, with a rosy complexion and bright eyes, as if he had never been injured.

    The disciples were a little worried, fearing that this was a flashback, and kept looking at Xiao Yuesheng.

    "Mr. Song, there is no need to say thank you. I would like to know more about Yan Chaoqun." Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand and asked directly.

    "Yan Chaoqun" Mr. Song sighed with emotion and shook his head: "I didn't expect that this person's Taiyin swordsmanship is so good. The power of hatred is really terrifying!"

    "Where is he now?" Xiao Yuesheng asked.

    Mr. Song thought for a while and said: "If he settles down, he should be in Qianshan Town. That is his home. He must have gone back."

    Xiao Yuesheng nodded, clasped his fists and said goodbye. Mr. Song tried his best to persuade him to stay, but he politely declined.

    "I wonder why Mr. Xiao came to Yan Chaoqun?" Mr. Song asked with a smile.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said lightly: "I want to see the Taiyin Sword Technique."

    Mr. Song hurriedly said: "If Daxia Xiao is trying to find a place for me, then there is no need. I really don't deserve it."

    " Xiao Yuesheng chuckled and said nothing more. He turned around and left with fists in his hands. He walked out of the room. The disciples wanted to see each other off, but they found that he had disappeared in a flash.

    They looked at each other, such unpredictable light skills were unprecedented and unbelievable.

    Five days later, Mr. Song heard the news that Taiyin swordsman Yan Chaoqun's martial arts was abolished. It was said that it was because of his fight with Jinghong Yijian Xiao Yihan.

    When Mr. Song heard the news, he was both excited and saddened. Yan Chaoqun's amazing swordsmanship was still no match for Xiao Yihan's, and he was even more difficult to match.

    He knew in his heart that Yan Chaoqun and Xiao had no grudges in his life. Why he came to his door was probably not because of himself, but because of the calligraphy??

    When Yan Chaoqun saw the calligraphy written by Xiao Yihan himself, he didn't take it seriously. Instead, he uttered arrogant words. This was really a taboo, and he got such retribution.

    Although Xiao Yuesheng was aware of the conflict between spirits and was quite ill-natured and unforgiving, he was in the martial arts world and had to act in accordance with the rules of the martial arts world.

    Although Yan Chaoqun had no grudges against him, he ignored his handwriting and insulted him on the spot. If he could not fight back, people would praise him for being magnanimous and not caring about others, but they would inevitably think that he was kind and could be bullied, even if he was good at martial arts.  , offended him, but there is still no danger. It is human nature to deceive good and fear evil. Xiao Yuesheng knows everything about it, so naturally he will not allow this to happen.

    Yan Chaoqun, the Taiyin swordsman, was a master more than twenty years ago, but not a top master. Since his son was killed, he devoted himself to sword practice and practiced Taiyin swordsmanship to a proficient level. He has reached the level of a first-class master, but he is unknown because he only  In order to take revenge, he rarely goes out on weekdays.

    But since the battle at the birthday banquet of Mr. Song, he has risen like a comet, soaring into the sky. His sword skills are superb and ruthless. Those guests of Mr. Song were injured a lot. They saw it with their own eyes and word of mouth spread that he  rise to fame.

    But in the blink of an eye, he fell like a meteor. The speed of his rise and the speed of his fall were astonishing and unbelievable.

    Those guests had drums in their hearts, and Xiao Yihan's sword was indeed ruthless. With one word of anger, he could destroy the martial arts of a top master.

    Luoyang City Xiao Mansion

    Jiang Nanyun was wearing a moon-white robe, sitting in a small pavilion in the back garden, looking at the bright lotus flowers on the lake, her beautiful face was blurred, her eyes were hazy, and she seemed drunk but not drunk.

    There is a small scar on her snow-white face, which is slightly blemished, but it does not detract from her beauty. She is really as radiant as snow.  When men see her charming charm, they are all moved and unable to control themselves.

    In the past few days after Xiao Yuesheng left, she was in a daze and couldn't find the energy to do anything. She was also upset in the gang. She taught everyone in the gang a lesson and let the four new members of the gang see her as a witch.  So terrible.

    Today, she suddenly heard the news that her master had disabled another person's martial arts. She was very excited, and her whole appearance suddenly changed, as if a flower that had been dry for a long time was suddenly irrigated.
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