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- Chapter 220 Killing Ding
West Lake
There was still sunshine in the morning, but by this time, it was drizzle, continuous and endlessly lingering.
People are constantly coming and going on Su Di. The umbrellas have different colors, just like blossoming flowers, which is a unique scene.
Master Xiao Yuesheng and Jiang Nanyun held oil umbrellas and walked slowly on Su Di. They passed by people from time to time and found that most of the tourists were wearing weapons, knives or swords. Even though his face was covered, his fierce aura still hit him.
¡°Master, it¡¯s very lively today!¡± Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, leaning next to Xiao Yuesheng with a smile as bright as a flower.
When she smiled, her face was radiant, and the gloom around her seemed to be washed away, and the sky and the earth were bright.
Xiao Yuesheng held an oil umbrella in one hand, smiled slightly, walked calmly and slowly, as if he was here to see the scenery and was very interested.
The two of them came to the bottom of the embankment, and based on their familiar faces, they found a boat, stepped on it, and headed towards the center of the lake.
They stood on the second floor of Huafang, opened the window, and looked far away.
The drizzle blew in with the wind and wetted the window. The two stood side by side at the window, facing the breeze and drizzle, admiring the rainy scene of the West Lake.
In the distance, a bunch of paintings are densely packed together. There is no road, and the boats can almost cross each other in one step.
"Master, let's jump over!" Jiang Nanyun shook his head helplessly.
Looking at this slightly, the painting around here is afraid that there are no fifty ships, and there are forty ships. It is impossible to let them give way to the road.
"Yeah." Xiao Yuesheng nodded.
The two of them went downstairs. The painting was already on the edge of the group of paintings. They stepped out and boarded the painting next to it.
Without saying hello to the owner of the boat, because there was no one in the boat, he stepped onto another boat, and so on, one by one, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the center.
Where the two passed by, there was mostly no one there, because the owners of the paintings had all moved to the center of the group and gathered there to watch the fun.
The boats near the center were densely packed with people. The windows on the second floor were wide open, and faces were exposed, not caring about the rain.
The group of paintings formed a circle, but they gave way to a circle with a radius of more than ten feet. The large circle was within the small circle. At the center of the circle, a boat of paintings stood quietly.
Xiao Yuesheng and Jiang Nanyun suddenly flew up and walked along the waves. Xiao Yuesheng held Jiangnan Yunliu's waist with his jade hands, like a couple of gods and immortals.
People exclaimed one after another, who is so bold and dares to break into this painting? You must know that although the woman in this painting is very weak, there is a plaque hanging on the painting, which is the handwriting of Jinghong Yijian and Xiao Yihan. Anyone who dares to do it If you break in, you will definitely be chased by Xiao Yihan.
This rule was first verified by Mr. Song in Shibalipu. From then on, everyone in the martial arts world was afraid of it.
The two of them settled on the painting, and Xiaoxiang, dressed in white, emerged from the curtain, looking pretty and pure.
"Hey, isn't Sister Song here?" Jiangnan Yunming glanced at the room through the opened door curtain, but did not see Song Mengjun.
¡°I¡¯ve met Mr. Xiao, Miss Jiang,¡± Xiao Xiangfan bowed, pouting and shaking her head: ¡°¡ Gang Leader Song is not here!¡±
Jiang Nanyun turned to look at Xiao Yuesheng. Logically speaking, Song Mengjun should have arrived early, why was he suddenly missing?
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head slightly. He didn't know it either. He moved his brows and walked in with a deep thought.
When you first enter the house, the fragrance wafts in. Two bottles of flowers are placed on the desk under the window, exuding a light fragrance, making the house fresh and warm.
"Mr. Xiao, Sister Jiang!" Su Qingqing was sitting in front of the case. She put down her pen and turned around to greet her. On the case were several pieces of rice paper, covered with plum blossoms in regular script.
It was cool in the room. She was wearing a pink jacket and a moon-white plain skirt. She was as charming as a newly married daughter-in-law.
"Sister Su can still practice calligraphy calmly, so I feel at ease." Jiangnan Yun Yingying grabbed her shirt and stopped her from saluting. They walked to the case together and looked down at the rice paper.
"I'm so panicked that I can only use this method." Su Qingqing personally brought the tea and sighed helplessly.
Xiao Yuesheng sat down, took the tea cup, and took a sip, whether it was hot or not, and said warmly: "It's a little strange that Gang Leader Song didn't come."
"Maybe Sister Song is involved in something and can't come." Su Qingqing nodded softly.
Xiao Yuesheng thought for a while and shook his head: "Nanyun, just go and have a look."
¡°Master, maybe it¡¯s because you are here, Master, that¡¯s why Sister Song doesn¡¯t come!¡± Jiang Nanyun pursed her lips and glanced at him, half-smiling but not smiling.
??The master's swordsmanship is superb, but after all, the internal strength has been exhausted, and the internal strength after repeated training is shallow. She is not worried about leaving the master here alone. Although Song Mengjun is a good friend, but compared with the master, who is more important than the master, she does not want to know.
"!" Xiao Yuesheng glared at her.
Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, shook his head and said: "Master, it's okay if Sister Song doesn't come. The Songshan Sect is powerful. Although it can't help Master, the Blue and White Gang can't stand it."
Su Qingqing nodded in agreement: "Yes, Mr. Xiao, Sister Song is the leader of a gang, so she naturally cares about her brothers in the gangBesides, she feels relieved knowing that her husband is here."
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, stopped talking, and pondered slightly.
Although he and Song Mengjun have always been at odds, according to his observation, Song Mengjun is extremely proud and arrogant. In such an occasion, he will come over anyway to avoid showing weakness in front of him.
But she couldn¡¯t express her worries to Jiang Nanyun, lest she laugh at her again, saying that she was being sentimental, that she was careless, and that others were ruthless.
The light rain is falling continuously, like a tangle, thin and continuous. There is no sunshine in the sky, and it is impossible to tell the time.
The lights inside the boat are warm and soft.
Xiao Yuesheng was sitting in front of the table under the window, holding a book and reading. The window was open, and the drizzle from outside floated in and hit his face.
Jiang Nanyun and Su Qingqing took a copy of the piano score, which was a gift from Xiao Yuesheng, and studied it slowly, with the clank of the piano ringing from time to time.
Outside the painting, people watched for a long time, but did not see the real master show up. They all started shouting, "Isn't someone from the Songshan Sect coming? Why haven't they shown up yet? Could it be that they are retreating from the battle?" !
So, everyone looked down upon him, but also understood a little. They knew that Xiao Yihan had extraordinary swordsmanship, but they provoked him just to save face. It was really not worth it.
Xiao Yuesheng put down the book, stretched, looked out the window at the sky, and said to the two girls who looked up: "It's almost noon, I guess they won't come, let's go back and eat!"
"Master!" Jiang Nanyun suddenly became anxious.
"You stay here for now, I'll go back!" Xiao Yuesheng stood up.
"Mr. Xiao, how about we just eat here and let the little girl show off her embarrassment?" Su Qingqing stood up, her eyes filled with tears, and she said softly.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled, then turned to Jiang Nanyun and said, "Nanyun is enough here. I need to take a nap after dinner, so it's a little inconvenient to be here."
He opened the window to avoid suspicion and took a nap in the afternoon. If he lay down, it would definitely damage Su Qingqing's reputation.
Jiang Nanyun said hurriedly: "Master, I'll go back too."
"What if you go back and people from the Songshan Sect come?" Xiao Yuesheng asked lightly, humming: "Don't worry, I can protect myself!"
"But" Jiang Nanyun was anxious.
"Okay!" Purple lightning flashed in Xiao Yuesheng's eyes, as if it were real. The room suddenly stagnated, and the air seemed to be solidified and squeezed heavily.
Jiang Nanyun didn¡¯t dare to say anything anymore, his jade-like face showed a hint of worry.
Xiao Yuesheng glanced at her, smiled faintly at Su Qingqing, cupped his fists and saluted, turned around, lifted the curtain, and floated out.
"Master, sword!" Jiang Nanyun swayed and appeared at the bow of the ship. He took off the frost sword from his waist and pushed it gently.
The long sword floated leisurely in front of Xiao Yuesheng. He reached out and took it off, hung it directly on his waist, and nodded to Jiang Nanyun.
He turned around and stood on his toes, then slowly rose up, as if he was tiptoeing in the air, and walked a few steps in the air, until he came to the nearest painting.
Everyone on the painting looked solemn, and they all clasped their fists and called them "Xiao Daxia".
They felt ashamed of themselves for this light skill, and secretly wondered in their hearts, could it be that Xiao Yihan's internal injuries had healed?
Xiao Yuesheng clasped his fists and smiled at everyone, looking friendly and easy-going. Without stopping, he cupped his hands and stepped towards another boat.
"Xiao Daxia, I heard that people from the Songshan Sect are coming, is it true?" someone in the crowd asked loudly.
Xiao Yuesheng was about to embark on the second boat. When he heard this, he turned around, nodded and smiled: "What this friend said is true, I am also waiting for the leader of the Songshan Sect."
"Then why didn't they show up? Are they afraid of you, Master Xiao?" Someone asked with a smile, and people laughed.
As a martial arts hero, he has long been uncomfortable with the Songshan sect¡¯s strength. He just dares to be angry but dare not speak out. In such an occasion, he can vent his anger freely.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled: "The heroes of the Songshan Sect are busy and may be troubled by something."
After saying that, he stopped talking and sped up. He took a step forward, which was several feet long. In the blink of an eye, he passed by several boats.
"Such a magical light skill, no one has ever seen it before, they all opened their eyes wide, their intuition was incredible, and they laughed secretly in their hearts., I pitifully thought that Xiao Yihan was injured and had an opportunity. If he could defeat him, he would definitely become famous in the world. Now that I think about it, it is really shallow.
Jiang Nanyun stood at the window, watching his master performing Qing Kung Fu, shocking the crowd, and couldn't help but sigh. I'm afraid the master is holding on
Xiao Yuesheng returned to his painting fat and struck out with a palm, causing the lake to collapse and the painting flying out like an arrow from a string.
When we set foot on Sudi, there was a light drizzle and a gentle breeze. It was as if light gauze was fluttering on the lake, and the low-hanging willow branches seemed to be dancing.
With the sword hanging on his waist, he was not slow and slow, letting the light rain fall on his face, and then it was evaporated. His face was always clean, with no water on it.
When he was about to reach the bottom of the embankment, he stabilized his figure, turned his head and looked to the west, and what he saw was Song Mengjun using his body skills to rush towards him like a gust of wind.
In the blink of an eye, Song Mengjun was in front of him. Xiao Yuesheng frowned slightly and looked at her.
His hair is messy, his face is pale, revealing anger, his cheeks are red, but a sickly red color, he holds a sword in his right hand, and covers his waist with his left hand, with faint traces of blood seeping out.
Seeing that it was Xiao Yuesheng, she stopped, her bright eyes lit up, but then she became sad, her towering chest rose and fell violently, and she turned around to continue walking.
"Gang Leader Song, wait a minute." Xiao Yuesheng said warmly. Seeing Song Mengjun's indifferent expression, Xiao Yuesheng didn't take it seriously. He could see through her thoughts at a glance, and said warmly: "Who is chasing you?"
"Songshan Sect! Ding Mian! Zhong Zhen!" Song Mengjun didn't want to say it at first, but when he met his gentle gaze, he couldn't help blurting it out.
Xiao Yuesheng frowned, his mind changed in an instant, and he vaguely realized that it seemed that the Songshan Sect was not interested in drinking!
As he was speaking, two men in yellow robes came to them as fast as galloping horses. Their eyes were fixed on Jiang Nanyun, their brilliance was radiating, and they were about to take action as they clenched the swords in their hands.
One of these two people, Xiao Yuesheng, recognized him as none other than Ding Mian, the tower bearer of the Songshan sect. The other was a middle-aged man holding a long sword. He was neither plague nor fire, but he was unfamiliar. He must be that Zhong Zhen.
Although I have never seen this person, I have heard of his name. The Thirteen Taibao of the Songshan Sect are famous in the martial arts world. Lu Bai and Fei Bin were captured by him, plus Tang Ying'e who was killed by the Demon Cult, ten There are only ten people left in the Three Taibao, and Jiuqujianzhongzhen is one of them.
"Master Ding, are you okay?!" Xiao Yuesheng clasped his fists and said calmly.
Ding Mian turned around and looked, his expression changed: "Hey, it's you?!"
Zhong Zhenben stared at Song Mengjun closely. Hearing his senior brother's tone, he turned to look at Xiao Yuesheng and then at Ding Mian.
"Xiao Yihan!" Ding Mian said coldly, his whole body tensed up, and he slowly took a step back, humming: "This is the grudge between our Songshan sect and the Blue and White Gang, please don't meddle in your own business!"
Ding Mian knew this very well that Xiao Yihan drew his sword so quickly that he unconsciously took a step back to give him time to react.
"Xiao Yihan, a sword that shocks the emperor?!" Zhong Zhen looked surprised, then he smiled with a smile on his face, clasped his fists and said, "Xiao Daxia's name has been famous in Xia Zhong Town for a long time, like thunder."
"Nice to meet you." Xiao Yuesheng clasped his fists and looked very cold. He turned to Song Mengjun and said, "Gang Leader Song, let's go and take a seat in my house."
Song Mengjun glanced at Ding Mian and Zhong Zhen with bright eyes. Seeing their faces twitching slightly, he couldn't help but feel happy. He nodded, turned around and left.
Xiao Yuesheng followed Song Mengjun, then turned and walked.
"Wait a minute!" Two yellow shadows flashed, and Ding Mian and Zhong Zhen appeared in front of them, reaching out to block them, their faces gloomy.
"Master Xiao, have you taken care of this business?!" Ding Mian narrowed his eyes and asked slowly, with a cold tone.
"Gang leader Song is my good friend, and you actually hurt her!" Xiao Yuesheng's face suddenly changed, his face became as dark as water, and his purple aura was faint, and he said: " Spare your lives, go quickly!"
"You¡ª¡ª!" Ding Mian and Zhong Zhen were furious, with veins on their temples and chests about to explode with anger.
" Xiao Yuesheng didn't even look at them, and continued to walk forward, Song Mengjun walked side by side. Xiao Yuesheng's arrogance no longer felt dazzling, but was full of joy, and he wanted to laugh.
"Look at the sword!" Ding Mian stabbed the sword out and was about to stab Xiao Yuesheng's back. He just exhaled and spoke. Although it seemed like a sneak attack, he was worried that Xiao Yuesheng would draw the sword so fast that he couldn't care less.
Songshan sect Zuo Lengchan's methods are sinister, and everyone in his sect can't help but feel a little bit of his spirit, and his actions are not fair and aboveboard.
Xiao Yuesheng moved his right arm, and the electric light flashed and then disappeared, but it was so dazzling that Song Mengjun could hardly help but close his eyes. The electric light in front of his eyes remained, as if he looked up at the sun for a moment. Even if he closed his eyes, the black shadow did not disappear. .
"Uh" Ding Mian's face was full of disbelief, staring at Xiao Yuesheng's back, covering his throat with his left hand, letting go of his right hand, and gently thrusting his sword.??Ground, insert one foot into the ground.
Song Mengjun couldn't help but look back to see what was going on. Xiao Yuesheng kept walking without stopping and asked calmly: "Is the wound okay?"
"Ah? Ah, it doesn't matter, it's just a minor wound on the flesh." Song Mengjun turned to look at him, was startled, and shook his head hurriedly.
Zhong Zhen supported Ding Mian, blood gushed out from his fingers and hissed. He wanted to speak but could not make a sound. His body was twitching and his face was full of reluctance.
A chill spread from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. His whole body was cold and his hairs stood up. Zhong Zhen's body seemed to be stiff and he couldn't move even if he wanted to. He could only stare blankly at his senior brother.
"Those surnamed Xiao, don't run away!" Zhong Zhen yelled hoarsely from behind. Xiao Yuesheng laughed it off and walked calmly down the Sudi embankment and onto the forest path.
"XiaoMr. Xiao, Ding Mian, he?" Song Mengjun asked awkwardly. Although the two had met a few times, they had not exchanged a few words and had always looked at each other coldly.
"Kill." Xiao Yuesheng said lightly, his eyes looking at the scenery of the surrounding woods with a nonchalant expression.
Song Mengjun opened his bright eyes and looked at him intently. He hesitated to speak, then became silent again. He shook his head, feeling shocked in his heart.
I used to think that I was ruthless. As the leader of a gang and being a girl, if I wasn¡¯t ruthless enough, it would be difficult to control the gang.
But when I saw him today, I realized what true ruthlessness is. - 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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