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- Chapter 241 Reappearance
It is rare that it snows in Lin'an City.
When it snows, the troubled world suddenly becomes holy. Looking around, the sky and the earth are all white.
The West Lake is like the West Lake. At this time, it seems to be covered with a layer of mink fur.
The woods within a mile radius of Guanyun Villa are as green as summer, with no trace of snow on the trees, as if it had never snowed.
Such anomalies naturally arouse people's curiosity, but people know that the owner of Guanyun Villa is Xiao Yihan, the famous Jinghong Yijian in the martial arts world, who is extremely skilled in martial arts and ruthless.
Although Jinghong Yijian has now disappeared, it is said that he has retreated into the mountains and forests, but who knows whether he will suddenly appear, so no one dares to set foot in Guanyun Villa.
At night, the West Lake is still lit with lights and paintings dotted here and there. The entire West Lake is noisy, lively, prosperous and as bright as fireworks.
A medium-sized boat was parked in the middle of the lake, and the surrounding area was empty. No boat was approaching, as if it was avoiding snakes and scorpions.
The reason why this painting boat is so quiet is also because of Xiao Yihan's Jinghong Yijian, because there are words on this painting boat that were donated by Xiao Yihan.
" Xiao Yihan went into seclusion, but he did not die. If someone offended him, he might come out again.
People in the world are mostly smart people, and few are fools. They will speculate in their hearts that Xiao Yihan has gone into seclusion. It seems that this news is true. He has never appeared again, but he has not widely posted hero posts and summoned everyone. The martial arts heroes are holding a golden basin to wash their hands. If someone offends him, he might come out again and use this person to establish his power.
With this kind of thinking, no one dared to offend the painting boat. It was rare for people in the martial arts to be so united, and it was considered a strange thing.
Inside the painting, the lights are brightly lit, just like daytime. Two graceful women sit opposite each other. One woman is playing a Yaoqin, and the other is playing a flute. From time to time, their eyes meet each other, showing a knowing smile.
There was another young girl sitting aside, holding her chin with her little hand, watching the two women playing the harp and flute in rapt attention, and listened intently.
The sound of the piano and the flute are in harmony, as if they were standing on the top of a mountain, looking up at the floating clouds and all living beings, with strong feelings, heroic spirit and sympathy for each other.
These three people are Song Mengjun, Su Qingqing, and Xiaoxiang.
Xiaoxiang has been influenced by Su Qingqing since she was a child. Although she is not good at music theory, she has a high appreciation of music theory and can hear the beauty of this piece of music.
Her beautiful face was flushed, her bright eyes were shining, and she was extremely passionate.
After a while, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped with the sound of "Zheng", and the whistle also stopped. The two pairs of wonderful eyes looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed.
"Oh, no, I still can't go up." Su Qingqing shook her head. She was wearing a moon-white Luo shirt, pure and elegant.
"This song "Smiling Proudly in the World" is really too difficult." Song Mengjun looked indifferent, his jade face seemed to be carved from cold jade, and he comforted her lightly.
"When I listen to Mr. Xiao playing this song, I feel like walking on flat ground." Su Qingqing muttered unwillingly and glared at the Yaoqin under her with hatred.
Song Mengjun said calmly: "Don't be anxious. In my opinion, it is better to follow Sister Jiang's words and practice control first, and then play the piano!"
"This method is too weird" Su Qingqing sighed.
Song Mengjun pursed his lips and smiled, the indifference on his face dissipated like ice and snow, and he shook his head.
"Sister Song, let's practice together?!" Su Qingqing looked at Song Mengjun with a look of pleading.
Song Mengjun shook his head and said with a smile: "This is an exclusive method given to you by Sister Jiang. If I practice it, I'm afraid it will be inappropriate!"
Su Qingqing hugged her jade arm, shook it hard, and shouted loudly: "She is obviously talking to the two of us!"
"Okay, okay!" Song Mengjun hesitated for a moment, couldn't help shaking her, and nodded in agreement.
The methods practiced by these two people are indeed unique.
Jiang Nanyun laughed secretly when she heard that the two had borrowed the score of Swordsman's Swordsman from her master. She knew how difficult this song was.
Su Qingqing gave up, thought for a while, stood up and opened the window. A gust of cold wind came towards her face, making her shrink. She sat back in front of the case and sighed: "Sister Jiang said in the letter that at the end of this month, she I will come over, but I don¡¯t know what day it will be.¡±
"It's just these two days." Song Mengjun played with the jade flute in his hand and said leisurely.
Su Qingqing raised her head and said, "Will Mr. Xiao come with you?"
"No." Song Mengjun said calmly.
"That's not certain," Su Qingqing frowned and hummed, "It's already been half a year since he retired to seclusion, so he should be quiet and thoughtful!""I heard from Sister Jiang that every time Mr. Xiao enters samadhi, it lasts at least ten days and a half." Song Mengjun said, putting down the white jade flute: "Ten days is just a snap of his fingers to him, how can it feel like a long time?!"
Su Qingqing stretched out her hand and pressed the white jade flute, put it in front of her eyes to play with, admired it carefully, and said with a smile: "This jade flute is the best!"
"Bring it here!" Song Mengjun glared at her and snorted coldly.
She had always been cold and cold, so Su Qingqing didn't think anything of her sarcastic remarks and ignored her, still looking over and over in front of her eyes.
Song Mengjun stood up with a whoosh, stepped out, and in a flash, he was in front of her, and grabbed it with his hands.
Su Qingqing twisted around just in time to avoid Song Mengjun's hand, hid behind her back, and said with a smile: "Sister Song, why are you so worried?!"
"Bring it quickly!" Song Mengjun's face became even colder, and he swayed again, even faster, using his parallel fingers as a sword, and pointed at her right shoulder.
"Giggles, is Sister Song really going to do something?!" Su Qingqing smiled, taking unique steps under her feet, moving between the table and the embroidery pier, her clothes flowing.
Song Mengjun remained silent and just chased her, trying to restrain her.
"It's just that Su Qingqing's family has exquisite body skills. Although Song Mengjun's martial arts is better than hers, when it comes to body skills, they are similar. For a moment, there is nothing that can be done against her.
As she moved, Su Qingqing smiled sweetly and said, "Sister Song has always been unfazed and unfazed by external things. Why are you so attached to this jade flute?"
Song Mengjun suddenly stopped, holding the short table, staring at her with bright eyes, a blush on his ice-like face.
"Ah, Sister Song is blushing!" Su Qingqing was surprised, as if she had seen something extraordinary.
"Xiao Nizi, let's see if I don't spoil your mouth!" Song Mengjun gave her a hard look, and without further trouble, he picked up the music score next to the piano and tried to tear it up.
"Slow down!" Su Qingqing's face suddenly changed.
Song Mengjun pursed her lips tightly and stared at her: "What's wrong?!"
"Hehe, Sister Song, come here, I'll give you the jade flute!" Su Qingqing came over to please her and held out the jade flute with both hands.
The whole body of the jade flute is flawless and exquisite, with cloud patterns lingering on it, like dragons wrapping around pillars. There seems to be clear spring water flowing slowly inside the jade flute.
Song Mengjun held the score in one hand and the jade flute in the other.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????: It is warm and delicate, as if a cool breath comes from the palm of your hand, your body feels smooth, and your mind suddenly becomes clearer.
"Xiao Nizi, you are wise!" Song Mengjun glared at her and slowly put down the score.
"Hehe, dear sister, I don't dare to do it anymore!" Su Qingqing continued to beg for mercy and carefully picked up the score with both hands.
The two of them had a fuss and sat down to rest.
Xiaoxiang came over and handed over two cups of tea. The tea cups were snow-white and delicate, made of snow porcelain.
"Well, the peach blossom tea is indeed extraordinary." Su Qingqing took a sip and closed her bright eyes slightly, looking intoxicated.
Although Song Mengjun was not so exaggerated, he still sighed slightly and enjoyed it endlessly.
"Sister Song, you have to drink sparingly, it will be finished soon." Su Qingqing said, gently putting down the tea cup.
Song Mengjun held the snow porcelain tea cup and nodded: "Well, let Sister Jiang bring more next year."
"No, Sister Jiang said that this tea is planted on big rocks. There are not many on the island. Mr. Xiao likes to drink it. She secretly hid these." Su Qingqing said helplessly.
"When did she say that?" Song Mengjun looked up at her.
"You're out there. You didn't see Sister Jiang's letter." Su Qingqing spat out her sweet tongue.
"Where's the letter?" Song Mengjun asked with a frown.
"Hehe, I accidentally blew it into the lake. No matter how hard I try to catch it, I can't catch it." Su Qingqing said carefully.
Song Mengjun glared at her fiercely and stopped pursuing it. She also remembered that at that time, the Qinghua Gang was in trouble, and she was too busy solving it to bother coming to Su Qingqing's place.
Su Qingqing said with a flattering smile: "Sister Song, Mr. Xiao's craftsmanship is indeed good. I am also very envious of this jade flute!"
"You can just ask him to be one!" Song Mengjun said lightly.
"Alas Mr. Xiao will not agree." Su Qingqing said helplessly, showing distress.
Xiao Yuesheng is not usually generous. He gave Song Mengjun a white jade flute to resolve the grudge between her and Pan Hou. The book of music scores was also a gift to Su Qingqing.
Song Mengjun pursed her lips and smiled, looking at her with a helpless expression, which made Su Qingqing very angry and snorted: "I don't believe it I will ask JiangThat¡¯s it, sister! "
"Okay, okay, let's go and practice playing the piano." Song Mengjun said, and walked out.
"Okay!" Su Qingqing suddenly jumped for joy.
The boat sailed slowly and approached a boat not far away. The three of them boarded Song Mengjun's boat and left the West Lake to Guanyun Villa.
Knocking on the door, there was a "squeak" and the door was opened, revealing a white-haired old man with deep wrinkles on his face.
"Uncle Fu," the two women said with a smile.
The old man hurriedly agreed, opened the door and let the three people in.
There are still people in Guanyun Villa today, but only two or three. They are Uncle Fu, his wife, and a young granddaughter.
The two women are regular guests of Guanyun Villa. After Xiao Yuesheng and the others left, they have been allowed to come and go freely and can treat it as their own home.
The entire Guanyun Villa is shrouded in several large arrays. It is as warm as spring, and the cold air cannot invade. It does not need to be cleaned normally, and it is naturally dust-free. Several rooms have also been locked up and disappeared. No one can see or break in.
The two girls were once curious and looked around the entire villa, but they did not notice that Xiao Yuesheng's bedroom and study room seemed to have never existed before.
The three of them came in and went directly to the back garden.
In the back garden, hundreds of flowers are blooming, as if they are competing for spring, a scene of midsummer.
"There are still dewdrops!" Su Qingqing said with a sweet smile, her eyes shining.
Song Mengjun looked around and nodded: "Just right, let's start practicing!"
The two of them entered the flower garden in a flash, each approached a rose, and slowly moved closer to the petals.
On the bright petals, a few dewdrops condensed, like gems, shining in the bright sunshine.
With a flick of her delicate fingers, the dewdrops disappeared immediately, the petals trembled slightly, and the rest of the dewdrops were shaken down.
¡°Oh, it¡¯s really not easy!¡± Su Qingqing shook her head and sighed.
"This is the Shaolin flower fingering technique, how can it be so easy?!" Song Mengjun said lightly, and slowly moved his fingers closer to a rose again.
With a flick of your fingers, you can flick the dewdrops off the petals without disturbing the petals. This is how you enter the house.
Although they were extremely careful and moved slowly, they still disturbed the petals. It was too far off.
"Sister Jiang said that with one finger, she could fly away the dewdrops on dozens of petals at the same time. The petals did not move at all, which was the first step to meet Mr. Xiao's requirements." Su Qingqing sighed.
"Now I realize that this seems easy, but it is indeed extremely difficult." Song Mengjun shook his head, feeling a little melancholy. He did not expect that the gap between himself and Jiang Nanyun was so huge that it was impossible to reason.
This morning, the two of them practiced with more than a dozen roses in the back garden, breaking several petals. Because this was Xiao Yuesheng's flower, they were extremely careful. They would rather not touch the petals than hit too hard. Crush the petals.
At noon, there was no food here. The meal for Uncle Fu and his wife was very simple, far from inheriting the tradition of Guanyun Villa. Moreover, the food was very bland and tasteless. The three of them couldn't get used to it, so they said goodbye and left.
Back in Huafang, Xiaoxiang cooks, and Su Qingqing also helps. She is an excellent cook, and cooking by herself is her daily way to relieve loneliness.
As the eldest lady of the Su family, she was like a princess, but she did the work of a servant. Her father was so angry that he couldn't resist her.
Xiaoxiang is smart and talented in cooking. The two of them cook spoons with their bare hands and make delicious dishes.
The three of them were eating around a table when a loud voice suddenly shouted from outside: "Miss Su"
Xiaoxiang put down the bowl and chopsticks, twisted her waist, picked up the curtain and went out, standing on the bow of the boat, her voice was crisp: "It's you!"
There was a man standing on a small boat outside. He was upright and handsome. He was Qi Yuanhan, Pan Hou's eldest disciple.
He is tall and graceful, like a jade tree standing in the wind.
"Miss Xiaoxiang, I am here to deliver a message on the orders of my master." Qi Yuanhan clasped his fists and smiled slightly, being subtle but not ostentatious, just right.
Xiaoxiang immediately beamed and said hurriedly: "Is it Miss Jiang's letter?"
"Exactly." Qi Yuanhan nodded, smiled and said: "It's the letter from Senior Sister Jiang, please take it."
After saying that, he took out a letter from his pocket, bent his wrist and flicked it hard, and the envelope suddenly burst through the air, like a sharp blade, with the sound of "chi" and "chi", with a fierce momentum.
Such skill is already quite impressive among the younger generation of masters.
He was very knowledgeable. Although Su Qingqing and the two girls were stunningly beautiful, he had no distracting thoughts at all. He knew that they were related to Master Xiao.They were not very shallow, so they didn't go up to the painting, lest they see their faces, which would make them want to move and make it difficult to restrain themselves.
"Thank you." Xiaoxiang nodded slightly, turned around and left, seemingly eager to open the door curtain and enter the cabin.
Su Qingqing and Song Mengjun had already heard it in the cabin. When Xiaoxiang came in, they were already standing at the door waiting for her.
"Miss." Xiaoxiang handed over the letter without hesitation.
Su Qingqing hurriedly opened the envelope and said with a smile: "I asked Sister Jiang last time whether Mr. Xiao would come back, and I will know this time."
Song Mengjun nodded and remained silent, staring at the letter in her hand.
After opening the envelope, the two sat down together and read the letter carefully.
The thin plain paper only has two pages, which is not much, so I read it quickly.
The two looked at each other, Su Qingqing suppressed her smile, but raised the corners of her mouth: "It's really rare, Mr. Xiao is back too!"
Song Mengjun nodded vigorously: "Well, it's rare!"
The two of them had their own thoughts and remained silent, as if they had no interest in talking. Xiaoxiang looked at the two of them, her mind spinning, but she didn't understand what the young lady and Miss Song were thinking.
In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the afterglow shines slantingly, and there are thousands of rays of light.
Su Qingqing and Song Mengjun were standing on the second floor of the painting. They were both dressed up. They never wore makeup on weekdays, but today they wore plain makeup.
The two people, who were already extremely beautiful, now looked even more radiant, making people dare not look at them.
"Is it time to arrive?!" Su Qingqing was restless and looked into the distance.
They were sitting close to the shore, and could just see the road in front of Guanyun Villa. If anyone entered or left Guanyun Villa, they could see it clearly.
"It's about time." Song Mengjun replied calmly, as cold as ice.
"Is it possible that something delayed you today and you won't be back?" Su Qingqingdai frowned.
Song Mengjun shook his head and said nothing. Things are unpredictable and everything is possible. Maybe Su Qingqing was right.
"It's really annoying!" Su Qingqing stomped her feet and hummed softly.
Song Mengjun¡¯s cold face showed a smile, and he shook his head without saying a word, but his bright eyes kept looking into the distance, in the direction of Guanyun Villa.
Once the sun gets close to the Western Mountain, it sets extremely fast. It was still missing a big part just now, but in the blink of an eye, it is only half of it.
The afterglow became softer, and Su Qingqing's delicate face became more and more disappointed, staring blankly into the distance, looking in the direction of Guanyun Villa.
Under the rays of the setting sun, her face was white and rosy, as if the white jade had been smeared with a layer of rouge, and she was so delicate that it was indescribable.
"It seems that I really can't come today!" She shook her head and sighed, slowly turning back, still looking back from time to time.
"Forget it, let's go back!" Song Mengjun snorted angrily, slamming the window shut.
"Miss, miss, look!" As soon as the two sat down in front of the case, Xiaoxiang's excited voice rang out and she ran up from the first floor.
"Xiaoxiang, what's wrong?!" Su Qingqing asked hurriedly.
"Miss, it's Mr. XiaoXiao!" Xiaoxiang's beautiful face was filled with excitement.
"What?!" The two were startled, turned around and opened the window. Looking from a distance, several figures appeared at the corner leading to Guanyun Villa.
"It's really Mr. XiaoSister Jiang and the others!" Su Qingqing was overjoyed and turned around and said.
Song Mengjun stared straight there and nodded vigorously: "Well, it's them!"
"Sister Song, Sister Su, come here quickly!" A mellow and soft voice sounded, coming leisurely, neither fast nor slow, but condensed and not dispersed. The cold wind could not make it change its direction.
Around the corner, Xiao Yuesheng and the others had disappeared. Only Jiang Nanyun was standing under the cold wind, his clothes and skirts fluttering, like a fairy Lingchen, looking from a distance, the aura of dust blowing towards his face.
Jiang Nanyun was wearing a Yuebai Luo shirt, and his boots were spotless, as if he had never set foot on mud.
"Sister Jiang!" Su Qingqing called out tenderly, pressed her jade hand on the window pane, her figure floated up, and got out of the window. Like a spiritual swallow, it flew across the lake lightly and landed on the shore. After a few ups and downs, came Arriving in front of Jiang Nanyun.
Song Mengjun¡¯s Qinggong skills were also impressive. He followed her closely and came to Jiang Nanyun, with a slight smile on his jade face, like a snow lotus in the sun, and his face shone like snow.
Su Qingqing threw herself on her, smiling coquettishly. Song Mengjun only gestured with her eyes and smiled lightly, without making such an intimate gesture.
Jiang Nanyun also had a smile as bright as a flower. The two women hugged each other, like two lotuses standing side by side, shining brightly. In a blink of an eye, people were surrounding them, and their eyes were shining.Staring at the three girls, they seemed to be lost in their thoughts.
Jiang Nanyun turned a blind eye to these glances, and the other two women were used to being watched by people around them, so they didn't think anything strange at all.
"Sister Jiang, you're here, why are you so late?!" Su Qingqing let go of her hand, looked at Jiang Nanyun, and asked coquettishly after settling the scores.
"Oh, Master got up late. As a disciple, I don't want to disturb his sleep!" Jiang Nanyun sighed helplessly and shook his head.
She is wearing a moon-white robe, and her face seems to be carved from a single piece of white jade. It is flawless and snow-white. Her facial features are deep and her nose is straight. She is not only charming and charming from the front, but also dreamy from the side.
¡°Ah¡ª¡ª?!¡± Su Qingqing was surprised, she had never thought of such a situation.
Jiang Nanyun shook his head and smiled, Hu Xi smiled slightly: "Sleep until you wake up naturally. This has always been my master's policy. If others disturb you forcibly, you will be angry with them."
Su Qingqing and Song Mengjun looked at each other and remained silent at the same time, making no comment. In their hearts, they were imagining how he would lose his temper if they woke him up.
Jiang Nanyun glanced at the two women, smiled secretly, and said: "Come here this time, my wife will also come with you, let's go and pay homage together."
"Okay." The two women agreed at the same time and entered the villa.
With the addition of four people in the villa, the entire village suddenly glowed with life, and the original feeling of emptiness disappeared.
When Su Qingqing and Song Mengjun visited Liu Jing, they found that Liu Jing was becoming more and more beautiful, her skin was becoming more delicate and whiter, and her body was radiating more and more light. Even though she was a woman, she couldn't help but dare not look straight under her face. Looking at it, there is a faint feeling of shame.
Xiao Yuesheng was not around, saying that he had returned to Hanyan Pavilion and was rushing to practice. When he came back this time, he was also forced to pull him.
The girls chatted and talked for a long time. After saying goodbye, when the sky was dark, they said goodbye to Liu Jing and went to see Xiao Yuesheng.
Stepping onto the corridor, you saw Xiao Yuesheng standing in the weak water pavilion, looking down at the shadows of the two rows of lanterns reflected in the lake.
"I've met Mr. Xiao." Su Qingqing stepped forward to meet Yingying. If he hadn't personally taken action, she would have been captured and taken back to the Su family, and she might have been forced to marry into the Donghai Fan family.
Moreover, after the incident, Xiao Yuesheng visited the Su family in person and did not know what he said to the head of the Su family. But since then, the Su family people have never caused trouble to Su Qingqing and seemed to have completely forgotten about her. I don't know where she is now, whether she is alive or dead.
Su Qingqing understood that it seemed that her father doted on her and allowed her to do what she liked, but once her father became serious, no one could change his decision. If she was caught, she would not be able to help herself, even if she committed suicide. They will also be sent to the Fan family.
Therefore, she was extremely grateful to Xiao Yuesheng and looked respectful.
"Miss Su, you're welcome." Xiao Yuesheng waved his hands, with a calm expression and gentle eyes, which made people feel like spring breeze.
Song Mengjun looked at him steadily and said slowly: "Congratulations to Xiao Yuesheng, your martial arts has made great progress."
She could no longer feel Xiao Yuesheng's breath at this time, as if there was no one in front of her, and the place was completely empty, which was quite strange.
"Clan Leader Song's martial arts have also improved a lot, I admire him." Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly and reciprocated, saying: "Such hard training is rare in the world."
Song Mengjun was slightly startled and looked at him in surprise. Unexpectedly, he could see clearly at a glance that he had been working hard and practicing extremely crazily for a while, but he had always done so in private and no one else knew.
"If Gang Leader Song has any adventures, I will know. Since there are no adventures, and if he has such a big advancement, he will naturally have to work hard." Xiao Yuesheng said with a gentle smile.
Song Mengjun suddenly realized that he was a bit over the top.
After saying these words, Xiao Yuesheng said no more and just looked at the reflection on the lake. It seemed that there were endless mysteries there, which made him turn a blind eye to the two lively beauties around him.
Soon, Jiang Nanyun came over, and the four of them got together. Xiao Yuesheng drank sapphire wine, and the other three women drank juice.
Later, Liu Jing and Xiao He also came over, and they gathered together, talking in low voices, admiring the full moon hanging high in the sky. The moon was like an ice wheel, spinning quietly on the night.
They were in high spirits, and it was not until midnight that a few people dispersed.
On the second day, the weather was sunny and rare. Xiao Yuesheng made an exception and accompanied Liu Jing, Jiang Nanyun, Song Mengjun, Su Qingqing, Xiaohe and Xiaoxiang to visit Lin'an City.
The girls went shopping happily, including clothes, jewelry, rouge, and some other messy things. It was still a bit difficult for the two big men to hold them.
Finally, when the sun set obliquely in the western mountains, they just left Lin'an City and returned.??Guanyun Villa.
" Xiao Yuesheng is full of energy, without a trace of fatigue. His meditation skills are profound and his mind can be kept pure. He is far from being comparable to martial arts masters, and it is difficult to reach the state of exhaustion.
"Sir, Miss Ren is waiting for you." As soon as he stepped into the door, Uncle Fu reported to Xiao Yuesheng in a low voice.
"Ren Yingying?" Xiao Yuesheng asked in a low voice.
Uncle Fu nodded slowly, glanced at Liu Jing and the others, and saw that they were walking ahead and had already turned to the backyard, and whispered: "Exactly."
"Well, let me go and take a look." Xiao Yuesheng drifted to the back garden and saw a graceful figure in the Ruoshui Pavilion.
At this time, Ren Yingying was facing away from him. The villa was shrouded in a formation and it was always in spring. The breeze was soft and warm, passing over the lake, bringing a bit of coolness.
Ren Yingying was wearing a plain white shirt. The breeze blew and the sleeves of the clothes fluttered, highlighting her graceful and graceful figure.
She seemed to be in a daze, but the sound of Xiao Yuesheng's footsteps did not wake her up.
"Ahem, Miss Ren." Xiao Yuesheng coughed, greeted in a deep voice, and walked slowly towards Ruoshui Pavilion.
Ren Yingyinghuo turned around, her bright eyes like autumn water reflected on Xiao Yuesheng's face, and he felt like he was trapped in a deep pool for an instant.
He had profound concentration and a strong mind. He only lost consciousness for a moment, and he immediately realized it. He quickly stopped his thoughts, cupped his fists and said with a gentle smile: "Miss Ren, long time no see."
Ren Yingying's beautiful face was dull, neither sad nor happy. She just looked at him lightly and said in an indifferent voice: "Long time no see."
"Huh -?" Although Xiao Yuesheng's heart moved, he didn't care. He came to her side in a fluttering figure, frowned and asked in a deep voice: "Are you injured?!"
"It doesn't matter!" Ren Yingying shook her head, changed the subject, and said, "Mr. Xiao, could it be that he has come out of trouble again this time?"
"Come out of the mountain?What does this mean?" Smelling the faint fragrance coming from her body, Xiao Yuesheng was a little hesitant, and her tone of voice had a bit of sarcasm.
"Mr. Xiao, hasn't he retired to the mountains and forests?" Ren Yingying glanced sideways at him, her voice and expression both indifferent.
"Well, that's all." Xiao Yuesheng nodded.
"Since you have gone into seclusion, why do you come out?" Ren Yingying hummed.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled: "If I want to go into seclusion, I will go into seclusion. If I want to come out, I will come out. Who can control me?!"
"That's true!" Ren Yingying nodded, turned to glance at him, her eyes were cold, and she curled her lips and hummed lightly: "The fame of Jinghong Yijian has been spread all over the world, and no one knows about it. Who dares to rob it?" Front?!"
Xiao Yuesheng frowned and suppressed his anger. He felt extremely awkward. Every word Ren Yingying said was full of sarcasm, as if full of resentment.
He thought about it for a moment and pondered for a moment, but he didn't think about it.
But for Ren Yingying, he always had some inexplicable feelings. He couldn't hit her again and again, and couldn't scold her anymore. He shook his head helplessly and stopped talking to avoid being choked by her. He was just asking for trouble.
The two stood quietly, looking at the scenery on the lake. The atmosphere in the weak water pavilion was very strange.
In the end, Ren Yingying stood there blankly for a long time without saying anything. Ren Yingying said goodbye lightly, and the two of them looked cold and indifferent.
"Nanyun, go check and find out who Miss Ren is!" As soon as Ren Yingying left, Xiao Yuesheng summoned Jiang Nanyun and gave instructions in a sullen voice.
Jiang Nanyun nodded in agreement and took action immediately. He left Guanyun Villa and went straight to Lin'an City and Qingping Villa.
Today¡¯s Qingping Villa, which specializes in intelligence, is similar to the Qingmi Pavilion in Guanlan Villa that Xiaoyu was personally responsible for.
Jiang Nanyun came back soon and came to report to Xiao Yuesheng. His steps were hesitant and his beautiful jade face was filled with a strange look. - 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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