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- Chapter 274 Coincidence
After a while, Linghu Chong's face turned blue, his teeth were chattering, and his whole body was shivering with cold. He had no internal strength to protect his body. The weather was already cold at this time, and he was quickly frozen by the cold air.
Seeing this, Yue Lingshan stomped her feet angrily, ran over, held Linghu Chong in both hands, and quickly got out. The light pink Luo shirt on her body was wet in several places and stuck to her body, vaguely revealing the white underwear underneath.
Regardless of her shyness, she quickly took a breath and circulated it in her senior brother's body to drive away the cold and prevent him from catching the cold.
"Senior Brother, anyone named Xiao will harm others!" Yue Lingshan spat bitterly, gently retracting her little hand from behind his back.
"This method should be used in summer." Linghu Chong chuckled, his face returning to rosy.
He suddenly patted his head and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Lin should come!"
"What do you want Xiao Linzi to do?!" Yue Lingshan blinked her bright eyes curiously.
Linghu Chong glanced at her, thought for a moment, and thought it was okay to tell her. He smiled and said, "Junior Brother Lin's mental method is inherited from Mr. Xiao. It is very different from our Huashan School's mental method. It is very mysterious. The inner strength enters my body and condenses. It doesn¡¯t break up and can last for a long time.¡±
"Is this happening?!" Yue Lingshan's bright eyes widened, she blinked a few times, and then her eyes kept moving. Linghu Chong took a look and knew that she was thinking of another way to tease people.
"Don't go out and talk nonsense. It's best not to let others know." Linghu Chong asked worriedly, with a solemn expression.
Although Yue Lingshan has a girlish nature, she also understands the seriousness of the matter. She nodded and said: "Elder brother, don't worry, I won't save you!"
Seeing Linghu Chong¡¯s smile, Yue Lingshan said softly: ¡°Senior Brother, please stop practicing, it¡¯s useless!¡±
"Well, I'll stop practicing when Junior Brother Lin comes. Let's go down the mountain first and see if my iron sword is cast." Linghu Chong nodded.
Yue Lingshan was immediately excited because she had just returned to the mountain not long ago and her mind had not yet settled down. After these days, she felt depressed and wanted to go down the mountain to relax.
¡°Elder brother, I¡¯ll go greet Xiao Linzi!¡± She trotted away and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
She has lost her martial arts skills because of her senior brother. Among the current Huashan sect disciples, only Lin Pingzhi has the highest martial arts skills. Naturally, she has to protect her when she goes down the mountain.
Linghu Chong looked at the light figure of his little junior sister and couldn't help but shake his head and laugh. He put on the long gown he had put aside. A burst of tiredness came over him. After tossing it several times, it felt as if he had been running all day. His muscles were already faint before the next day. Feel sore.
He rubbed his sore back, lay down on the grass, and took the time to rest.
Since returning to the Huashan Sect, he has begun arduous reconstruction. He spends most of the day sitting cross-legged and meditating, which is really miserable.
So I remembered the method Xiao Yuesheng said. Even if the effect is not good, it can be regarded as an adjustment, so as not to sit all the time and become an old monk.
When he got up in the morning, Xiao Yuesheng first practiced martial arts for a while to gather his energy in the morning glow. After half the morning, he felt a little bored and wanted to move quietly, so he left the villa and came to the West Lake. He stepped on a small boat and floated there. On to Su Qingqing's painting.
Su Qingqing's painting was quite lively. Liu Jing, Jiang Nanyun and Song Mengjun were also there. Ever since Zhao Xiaosi entered Guanyun Villa, the three major sects in Lin'an City have become quiet, and no other martial arts figures have come. Provoke, break in secretly.
So, Song Mengjun also had time to spare, and he often came over to chat with Liu Jing and Jiang Nanyun. The three women acted together, and they had a lot of fun together. The atmosphere was harmonious and cheerful, which made Song Mengjun like it very much.
They may stay on the beach in the West Lake, or go to Guanyun Villa, or go to Lin'an City, leisurely and contented. Such days are really beautiful.
Song Mengjun wished that he would be relieved of his heavy responsibility as gang leader immediately, so that he wouldn't have to worry about anything and just spend his days leisurely with them.
But today¡¯s life is not bad. Since the incident of the Impermanence Gang, the three factions have joined forces. Now, they can get along harmoniously with each other, and there are no longer any conflicts.
But she also knew that this situation was the result of Xiao Yihan's strong matchmaking. Once he left, it would probably disintegrate immediately.
Thinking of this, she felt some faint worries in her heart, but she could only bury it in her heart and talk about it in the future. The world is unpredictable and no one knows what will happen in the future.
When Xiao Yuesheng stepped into the painting, everyone was greeted by the greetings. He waved his hands and returned the greetings with a smile, as gentle and cordial as a spring breeze.
After he sat down, he stopped talking and kept sitting at the window, looking at the lake view outside, but the atmosphere inside the painting changed subtly.
When Su Qingqing was talking to Song Mengjun, her eyes would turn and glance over him from time to time, seemingly carelessly.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?The teacher was drinking wine, looking at the scene outside the window, turning the white jade cup gently, with a faint smile on his face, lazy and free and easy. Although he looked ordinary, he also had a certain charm.
Jiang Nanyun told everyone that the last time he went out, someone challenged his master. He praised Tang Xianming, saying that although this young man didn't know the heights of the world, he was very skilled in martial arts and could pick up and put down. He was considered a person.
"No matter what the person's fault is behind the scenes, it's just a compliment. This is the code of conduct set by her master. She has completely integrated it into her bones. Even if she disapproves of that person, she will not talk about his shortcomings, but will focus on his shining points.
Song Mengjun's beautiful face suddenly changed, her eyebrows furrowed, and she asked: "Sister Jiang, you said that person's name is Tang Xianming? Is he from Lingnan?"
"Yes," Jiang Nanyun nodded, smiling like a flower: "Is it possible that Sister Song recognizes this person?"
Song Mengjun had a wry smile on her face and nodded slightly: "You are right, Tang Xianming is my cousin."
¡°Huh¡ª¡ª?¡± Jiangnan Yunming opened his eyes and smiled in surprise: ¡°There can¡¯t be such a coincidence?!¡±
"My mother comes from the Tang family in Lingnan." Song Mengjun shook his head and said with a smile. He also felt that the world is so big, even if it is small, there are such coincidences.
"Sister Jiang, it can be said that we don't know each other without fighting!" Su Qingqing pursed her lips and chuckled, seeming to take pleasure in others' misfortune.
Song Mengjun turned his bright eyes, glanced at her with a warning, and sighed: "I have heard since I was a child that my cousin from the Tang family in Lingnan is amazingly talented and talented. I haven't seen him in hundreds of years. Tang There is hope for home revitalization.¡±
"Well, it should be close." Jiang Nanyun nodded. Although Tang Xianming was so arrogant that he didn't know anything about the north, south, east, west, or east, his martial arts was indeed superb. He was outstanding among his peers, and could only be compared with Linghu Chong and Lin Pingzhi.
"Miss, someone is here!" Xiaoxiang's voice suddenly sounded outside the cabin, clear and sweet. She was making tea outside.
"Who is he?" Su Qingqing stopped smiling and asked Yingying.
"I don't know yet, the ship is coming this way." Xiaoxiang replied softly.
"Mr. Xiao, wait a moment, I'll go take a look." Su Qingqing turned her head to Xiao Yuesheng and said gently, then turned around and walked out of the painting.
" Xiao Yuesheng was looking at the scenery outside. He didn't turn his head, just nodded slightly. He looked quite indifferent, as if he was too lazy to pay attention. Su Qingqing and the others were used to it.
Su Qingqing lifted the curtain, curled out, looked up and saw a boat approaching slowly, heading straight here, and she knew at a glance that it was coming towards her.
Su Qingqing stood on the bow of the boat without speaking rashly. A gust of wind blew, and the goose-yellow shirt fluttered in the wind, with ribbons flying everywhere.
The boat came slowly, getting closer and closer. Suddenly someone came out of the boat. A handsome man stood at the bow of the boat. Su Qingqing narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the person.
This person's face is like a crown jade, his eyes are like bright stars, his nose is like hanging gallbladder, his thin lips are slightly cold, his body is tall and straight, like a jade tree standing in the wind, it is Lingnan Tang Xianming.
He cupped his fists and said, "Is Fangjia Miss Su Qingqingsu?"
Su Qingqing nodded lightly, Xiaoxiang took a step forward and said softly: "Is this young master looking for my lady?!"
"Xiaoxiang is wearing a lavender shirt, dressed as a maid, with a pretty face, but she is also a beauty. At this time, she talks elegantly, is polite, and shows the air of a great lady.
"I'm Tang Xianming. I wonder if Gang Leader Song of the Blue and White Gang is here?" Tang Xianming waved his folding fan and said loudly with his fists clasped in a gentle and elegant manner.
Su Qingqing turned her bright eyes and knew who he was. She couldn't help but smile and nodded: "Sister Song is here, so you are Sister Song's cousin?"
Tang Xianming was overjoyed. She was so beautiful, but she actually knew his name. The smile on her face became more and more handsome, but she pretended to be reserved and nodded slowly: "Exactly."
"Then come up quickly, I'll greet Sister Song." Su Qingqing pursed her lips and smiled, twisted her waist, lifted the curtain and entered the painting.
"Sister Song, I'm your cousin!" She smiled with a rather strange smile on her face and glanced at Xiao Yuesheng at the window.
Song Mengjun glared, stood up, and glanced at Xiao Yuesheng unconsciously.
Jiang Nanyun pursed her lips and smiled. Seeing what her master was doing, she said softly: "Sister Song, should we avoid it?"
"What are you avoiding for?!" Song Mengjun glanced at her with a hint of anger, knowing that she was also making fun of him and had no good intentions.
After saying that, he turned around and walked out of Huafang and came outside.
"Are you Xianming's cousin?" Song Mengjun, dressed in a lake green Luo shirt, looked graceful and graceful, swept a strand of hair from his temples and asked lightly.
"I've met my cousin!" Tang Xianming was startled and hurriedly clasped his fists.present.
He didn¡¯t expect his cousin to be so stunning, but when he thought about it, he vaguely remembered that his aunt was an extremely beautiful woman, and he felt relieved.
"Is uncle here?" Song Mengjun nodded, his tone was calm, without any excitement, and his bright eyes flashed across his face.
"Jun'er!" Tang Bifeng pulled out the curtain, stepped to the bow of the ship, stroking his beard and smiling, his eyes were kind and he laughed loudly.
A gust of wind blew, and his light blue gown fluttered, hinting that he was coming out of the dust.
"I've met my uncle!" Song Mengjun bowed with a respectful expression, and his voice was concentrated and lingering, reaching Tang Bifeng's ears.
Tang Bifeng raised his sword eyebrows, and his expression of surprise flashed and disappeared. He waved his right hand and held it up with a weak expression, and said with a kind smile: "You kid, you don't have to be polite."
Although Song Mengjun looked respectful, his expression was indifferent, as if he were seeing a stranger. After greeting him, he stopped talking.
When Hua Fei stopped, Tang Bifeng turned to Tang Xianming and said, "Xianming, come with me to see your cousin!"
Tang Xianming responded. The two of them jumped up and flew in front of Song Mengjun. They landed like feathers and made no sound.
Although such skill is rare in Tang Bifeng, it is not too strange. However, in Tang Xianming, people are inevitably surprised by the power of his skill.
"Jun'er, come in and talk!" Tang Bifeng looked at Song Mengjun, turned around and walked towards Huafang.
Song Mengjun hesitated to speak, then finally shook his head and smiled, followed him, walked in front of Tang Xianming, and entered the painting.
As soon as he stepped into Huafang, Tang Bifeng felt a wave of warmth and fragrance coming towards his face. He glanced at it and was slightly startled. One after another, beautiful faces came into view.
Although he has experienced big scenes, it is the first time that he is so beautiful, gathered together at the same time. Every face is so radiant that it is impossible to look directly at it.
"Hey¡ª¡ª!" Tang Xianming behind him shouted softly, his eyes bright and sharp as he stared at Xiao Yuesheng through the window.
"What's the matter, Ming'er?" Tang Bifeng's face returned to normal, he frowned lightly, turned around and asked Tang Xianming warmly, dissatisfied with his sudden move, the heat of nourishing Qi was too shallow, and he was too impetuous.
Tang Xianming's handsome face was gloomy, with hatred and shame in his heart, and his eyes were red. But when he came into contact with Xiao Yuesheng's warm eyes, he suddenly woke up like a enlightenment.
He felt complicated and knew that there must be something weird about Xiao Yihan's look. He calmed down and showed an inexplicable smile, pointing at Xiao Yuesheng: "Dad, what a coincidence, this person is the famous Jinghong Yijian. Master Xiao!¡±
Tang Bifeng was startled. Regarding Jinghong Yijian, he heard its name and knew how terrifying it was. He hurriedly cupped his fists and saluted, and said calmly: "It turns out that Master Xiao is here, disrespectful!"
He is calm and dignified, and his magnanimity as a superior person is clearly revealed.
Xiao Yuesheng clasped his fists, showed an easy-going smile, and nodded: "Your Excellency must be Mr. Tang, Yihan is polite."
You respect me a foot, and I respect you a foot. When Xiao Yuesheng saw that he was not arrogant, he put down his airs and became easy-going and friendly, which made people feel like spring breeze.
Tang Xianming had a strange look on his face, feeling that his trip was worthwhile. He didn't expect that someone as arrogant as him could be so easy-going and change his demeanor as he wished. He was too far behind!
Jiang Nanyun took the tray from Xiaoxiang, served the cup of tea himself, and said softly: "Mr. Tang, please sit down and talk."
"Yes, yes, thank you very much." Tang Bifeng said hurriedly, sitting on the embroidered pier opposite Xiao Yuesheng, taking the tea cup with both hands, with a smile on his majestic face.
"My disciple Jiang Nanyun." Xiao Yuesheng glanced at Jiang Nanyun, smiled at Tang Bifeng, and pointed at Su Qingqing: "This is Miss Su from the Su family in Jiangnan."
He then stretched out his hand and pointed at Liu Jing: "This is my wife."
Every time Xiao Yuesheng pointed at someone, Tang Bifeng nodded slightly as a sign of courtesy. He was easy-going and friendly. Hearing about the Jiangnan Su family, he was a little surprised, but his expression remained as usual.
Tang Bifeng took a sip of tea, slowly put it on the table, and clasped his hands in fists: "Quinzi was rude the day before yesterday and actually reached out to Master Xiao. It's really funny. He is young and reckless and doesn't understand worldly affairs. I hope Master Xiao won't blame him!"
"Mr. Tang is being polite, but Young Master Tang shouldn't mind it." Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand and smiled gently, as if it was a small matter and should not be taken to heart.
Immediately, he stood up and smiled at Song Mengjun: "Since you are reunited together, we won't disturb you and will go back to the villa to wait for you."
After saying that, he hugged Tang Bifeng, smiled at Tang Xianming, took the girls, and left.
"Jun'er, I haven't seen you in these years, but you have become a grown-up girl!" Tang Bifeng stroking his beard and looking at Song Mengjun, filled with emotion.
"My uncle is still young and has not changed. "Song Mengjun smiled, with an indifferent expression, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, seemingly sarcastically.
"Alas no matter how strong you are, you can't be stronger than the passage of time." Tang Bifeng shook his head and sighed. He stopped stroking his beard and looked at her: "After so many years, Jun'er, you still hate your uncle, right? Bar?"
"I don't dare!" Song Mengjun smiled coldly, shook his head and said, "Everything is fine here, uncle, don't worry!"
"Jun'er, you are also the leader of a gang now. You should understand that your uncle couldn't help himself back then." Tang Bifeng sighed heavily.
Song Mengjun smiled, nodded, and said nothing.
Tang Xianming was sitting aside, looking at Song Mengjun. His cousin was so beautiful, even though she was as cold and arrogant as a fairy with no human emotions, but she was more and more touching, and her heart could not help but beat with her frown and lips. .
For some reason, when he first saw her, he felt friendly. Blood is thicker than water. It was really different.
"Cousin, are you familiar with Xiao Yihan?" Tang Xianming suddenly interrupted. If it were anyone else, under Tang Bifeng's majesty, he would never dare to interrupt at will, but he was different.
Song Mengjun looked at him with bright eyes and nodded slowly: "Yes."
Although she deeply hates her uncle for being ruthless, her cousin is innocent, so when she saw Tang Xianming, her expression became more relaxed.
"How did my cousin know him so well?" Tang Xianming asked curiously, staring at Song Mengjun with his handsome eyes.
Song Mengjun frowned: "What do you know about this?!"
"Cousin, I'm just curious!" Tang Xianming said dissatisfied, shaking his head: "This person is so arrogant and arrogant. How can an ordinary person get into his eyes?!"
"You mean, he has bad intentions and is coveting my beauty?!" Song Mengjun narrowed his bright eyes and said angrily.
¡°Cousin, look at him, he is surrounded by extremely beautiful women. I don¡¯t believe him if he is not lewd!¡± Tang Xianming snorted and turned his head.
"Tomorrow!" Tang Bifeng shouted, glaring at him, complaining that he couldn't speak, and he said such offensive words when they first met, wouldn't it be unpleasant? !
Song Mengjun glanced at him, but was not angry. She also saw concern and sincerity in his eyes. Their simple words made her feel good about him.
After pondering for a while, she raised her head and solemnly asked: "Cousin, don't mess with Mr. Xiao again!"
"Cousin, are you still protecting him?!" Tang Xianming said with a smile, like a child.
"I'm doing it for your own good!" Song Mengjun shook his head, lowered his voice, and said sincerely: "His martial arts skills are as high as the ocean, and he has transcended the level of martial arts masters. No matter how good you are in martial arts, it won't help!"
"Cousin, it seems that you are really fascinated by him!" Tang Xianming shook his head and looked at Song Mengjun with a look of pity.
"You little guy!" Song Mengjun was furious, gouging him out, slapping him hard on the back of the head with a wave of his bare hand, extremely swiftly.
"A gentleman talks but never touches!" Tang Xianming shouted dissatisfied.
"I am a woman, not a gentleman!" Song Mengjun snorted.
"Okay, cousin, I'm going to fight back!" Tang Xianming shouted, clasping his neck, eager to try.
Tang Bifeng hurriedly shouted: "Tomorrow!"
Song Mengjun stood up and hummed: "Uncle, don't stop me. I heard that my cousin is very talented. You should try to fight back and see if you can beat me!"
"Okay! This is what you said!" Tang Xianming also felt that the cousin in front of him was very powerful. His hands were itchy and he wanted to show off his power.
After saying that, he stood up with a leap, stared at Song Mengjun, and was about to start a fight.
"Why do you two start fighting as soon as you meet?!" Tang Bifeng shook his head helplessly, but felt relieved in his heart.
Although Jun'er will not forgive his uncle, but he can get along harmoniously with Ming'er, and his resentment will gradually disappear.
Song Mengjun said coldly: "Uncle, just watch the battle while I teach this arrogant little guy a lesson!"
After saying that, she floated up and came to Tang Xianming in a flash. She reached out with a palm and struck him on the right shoulder very quickly.
Tang Xianming was also very skilled. He took off his robe and changed his position calmly. He took a step forward and appeared beside her. He punched out with a powerful punch that made a whistling sound.
After experiencing a disastrous defeat, he learned the hard way and felt that when he took action, he lacked the calmness and mind to use his mind, so he restrained himself and was beaten by a girl without the ability to fight back.
Song Mengjun¡¯s movements were extremely fast and strange. He appeared behind him in a flash, and with a palm print,Silent.
Tang Xianming sensed that something was wrong, and took a step forward as fast as a galloping horse. He just dodged the palm, and his body suddenly turned forward and turned towards Song Mengjun. He punched Guangjie again, who had lost the ability to move forward. Jade palm.
Song Mengjun¡¯s face tightened, her palms remained unchanged, and she went straight to meet him.
"Bang" fists and palms met, and each took a step back. Song Mengjun twirled his lotus feet to control the internal force surging in his body. This force-relieving method was taught by Xiao Yuesheng.
Tang Xianming took a step back. After landing, he took another step back. Two deep footprints were imprinted on the thick white carpet.
"Let's go out!" Song Mengjun looked at it and said something bad in his heart. When Su Qingqing comes back, she will definitely complain when she sees this situation.
She swayed and came out of the curtain, like a swallow flying through the forest, light and graceful. Not to be outdone, Tang Xianming rushed straight out, swinging the curtain open, like an arrow shot out.
Tang Bifeng shook his head and smiled. He saw that both of them were good at martial arts. He felt happy, but he was also curious about how Jun'er practiced his martial arts.
Stepping on the bow of the boat, the two of them were swaying, turning and moving with great dexterity. You punched and I slapped, and they had a great time.
Song Mengjun nodded secretly in his heart. His cousin's talent is indeed amazing. He has such exquisite martial arts at such a young age. Although his skills are a little low, he is already very good and his future is limitless.
"Cousin, I'm done warming up, but I have to be serious about it!" Song Mengjun pursed his lips and smiled, as bright as a snow lotus, dazzling.
"Come on!" Tang Xianming hummed in a deep voice. His boxing technique was fierce, but also mixed with a trace of elegance. He was in an extraordinary state and had already obtained the essence of boxing.
Song Mengjun¡¯s body shape suddenly changed, from fast to slow, and he could already see his figure clearly, and he could clearly see his every move and every move.
Her palm techniques also change from fast to slow, elegant and calm, continuous and pleasing to the eye, as if they are flowing clouds and flowing water.
Tang Xianming felt his body stagnate, and a sticky force suddenly formed around him. This feeling was the most unforgettable for him. It was exactly the feeling when facing Zhao Xiaosi.
He felt awe-inspiring in his heart, and his body skills were faster. He punched out at an extremely fast speed, as if tearing the air, and made a low roar. Such boxing skills, to the outside world, were already in the realm of first-class masters.
After being defeated by Zhao Xiaosi, he thought hard and wanted to find a way to solve it. After thinking about it, he felt a little discouraged, as if it was impossible to think of it.
When it comes to speed, the opponent is faster, and when it comes to strength, you can't hit him at all. A sword thrust usually attacks your own weak point, making you unable to parry.
But when facing his cousin, his confidence increased greatly. The opponent's punches were not fast and his footwork was average, which was enough to cope with her.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? can be punched out with unmatched force, is the result of the internal strength of his whole body. He must use force to overcome cleverness, solve the problem with one punch, and convince his cousin.
Song Mengjun smiled slightly, and his whole body swayed like a lotus in the water. He moved his palm forward gracefully, slowly, but when he was about to make contact with his fist, he spun suddenly and unexpectedly, as if a palm shadow was formed, faintly like a funnel.
He suddenly felt that the punch had reached the empty space, but there was a violent tearing force, and his fist seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand and pulled forward.
"Drink!" He exhaled, and thrust his legs into a horse stance. Two internal forces rose from his legs, twisted around his waist, and rushed up to his arms like a poisonous dragon drill. With a tremble of his fist, he used "Collapse" "Zi Jue.
Song Mengjun twirled and pulled, but did not move his fist. He was not surprised. If he had no control at all, he would be called a genius in vain.
"Go!" Tang Xianming shouted again and punched hard, but his right fist was retracted using the "Beng" tactic, and his left fist rushed out like a cannonball.
This fist was twisted at the waist, and it still used strong energy. It was extremely fast and cunning, and it hit Song Mengjun's chest quickly.
Song Mengjun moved his left and right palms together, twirling them in front of his chest, as if he were holding a big ball and caressing it. His movements were gentle, but extremely fast, free and elegant.
When he punched out, it felt like it hit a piece of kraft paper. An inexplicable force blocked his fist, making it almost difficult for him to punch out.
¡°Tai Chi?!¡± Tang Bifeng shouted from the side in a deep voice.
Song Mengjun shook his head: "Uncle is wrong, it's not Tai Chi!"
Tang Xianming lost his temper and punched out, but was blocked by an invisible force. He wanted to break the force, shouted angrily, kicked his feet, and rushed forward.
The sound of "pop" seemed to be the sound of a bubble bursting. He rushed forward, and the force of his fist was dissipated, and he hit her chest directly.
Song Mengjun was so rested that his white jade-like left palm fluttered up and happened to rest on his arm, then he moved sideways.
Tang Xianming felt that his strength seemed to be flowing out, uncontrollable, couldn't help but stumbled, and was led to a somersault.
"Isn't this Tai Chi?!" Tang Bifeng stroked his silver beard, shook his head and smiled bitterly. He had seen the Wudang sect's Tai Chi, and although he had not personally learned it, he had an eye for it.
"It's just the meaning of Tai Chi." Song Mengjun smiled lightly, looking proudly, looking at Tang Xianming who was standing still.
"Cousin, do you still want to fight?" Song Mengjun asked calmly.
Tang Xianming thought for a while, shook his head, put down his hands, and slowly finished the exercise.
"Cousin, what kind of martial arts did you use just now?" Tang Xianming asked without any scruples.
"Soft Palm." Song Mengjun said lightly. Seeing his curious face, he said, "I created it myself based on the Tai Chi fist intention."
"You created it yourself?!" Tang Xianming's eyes widened immediately and he exclaimed in shock.
Song Mengjun glanced at him with anger in his eyes, as if he blamed him for making a fuss, and nodded gently: "Well, although my level is not high, I can deal with you more than enough!"
"Cousin, I haven't shown my true skills yet! My swordsmanship is the best!" Tang Xianming shouted unconvinced.
"Sword competition?!" Song Mengjun shook his head, smiled, glanced at him, and said, "How does your sword skills compare to your boxing skills?"
"Nature is far better than boxing!" Tang Xianming said without hesitation.
"Okay, let's compete!" Song Mengjun nodded, and with a movement of her body, there was a sudden flash of lightning. Her long sword was pointed at Tang Xianming's throat. If she moved it forward a little, she could pierce it. The result was his life.
She retracted her sword so fast that Tang Xianming didn't see her cousin's movements clearly and was stunned.
"Cousin, your swordsmanship is still far behind!" Song Mengjun returned his sword to its sheath, glanced at him lightly, and said slowly.
After saying that, she turned around and returned to the painting.
Tang Xianming stood blankly on the bow of the boat, lost in thought. The breeze blew, and his clothes fluttered in the wind, but he remained motionless, like a wood sculpture.
"Jun'er, thank you for your hard work!" Tang Bifeng sat down and sighed, with a look of gratitude on his face.
Song Mengjun poured the tea and said calmly without raising his head: "He is my cousin, so of course I will not harm him!"
Tang Bifeng stroked his beard and let out a long sigh and shook his head: "Over the years, he has stood out among the clan and developed a habit of being arrogant. Let him out this time to let him see the strange people and strangers in the world and change his ways. Such a proud temperament of his!¡±
"Well, my cousin's talent is indeed excellent. Broadening his horizons is always beneficial." Song Mengjun nodded and handed the tea cup to him.
"Fortunately, we didn't cause any serious trouble." Tang Bifeng said happily and breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Mengjun sat down, took a sip of tea, and said calmly: "This time, fortunately, my cousin still knows how to advance and retreat. Otherwise, if he offends Mr. Xiao, the consequences will be unpredictable!"
Tang Bifeng hurriedly asked: "How is Master Xiao's temper? Will he hold a grudge against Ming'er?"
Song Mengjun thought for a while and shook his head: "Mr. Xiao is broad-minded. If you don't offend him severely, you won't bother to pay attention. My cousin should not take risks again."
Tang Bifeng nodded: "I will give him a good warning when I go back Alas, this kid does not know the importance of his actions, which is really worrying!"
"Jun'er, between you and Daxia Xiao?" Tang Bifeng said with a smile on his face, stroking his beard.
"Uncle, don't talk nonsense!" Song Mengjun said hurriedly, but two groups of crimson rose on his ice-like face, which was shockingly bright.
Seeing how she looked like this, how could Tang Bifeng, who had already been there, not know? He chuckled and said nothing more. The little girl had a tender face. If he said it again, he might really annoy her, but the gain would not be worth the loss.
Back at Guanyun Villa, everyone walked straight through the back garden and sat in the Ruoshui Pavilion, drinking tea and chatting.
Liu Jing once again went to find Chen Surong, the magic needle of Jiangnan. For a while, she often went there to learn how to look like women, and she was obsessed with it.
"Master, guess what happened to them over there?" Jiang Nanyun put down the tea cup and asked Xiao Yuesheng with a pursed lips.
"Drink your tea!" Xiao Yuesheng leaned on the railing, watching the koi swimming below, turned his head and glanced at her, and said angrily.
"Hehe, I guess, Sister Song will definitely teach Mr. Tang a lesson!" Jiang Nanyun didn't take the master's reprimand seriously and said with a pursed lips.
"Oh¡ª¡ª?" Su Qingqing looked at it curiously and said hurriedly: "Why is this?"
"Hehe, don't say it, don't say it!" Jiang Nanyun smiled sweetly, glanced at Xiao Yuesheng, and picked up the tea cup.
"Sister Jiang! Tell me quickly!" Su Qingqing ran to her, pulled her arm, and shook her.?Used coquettishness.
"Okay, okay!" Jiang Nanyun couldn't resist immediately and nodded hurriedly.
Jiang Nanyun took a peek at Xiao Yuesheng, lowered his voice, and said softly: "Think about it, his cousin has offended my master, how can Sister Song not teach him a lesson?!"
Su Qingqing suddenly realized, glanced at Xiao Yuesheng, and nodded slowly and vigorously.
She, a good friend of hers, could naturally guess what Song Mengjun was thinking, and Jiang Nanyun's words were spot on.
"Nanyun, shut up!" Xiao Yuesheng's words rang in their ears.
"Yes!" Jiang Nanyun immediately closed his mouth, not daring to speak any more.
Listening to the master's tone, he was already worried. As a disciple, she knew the master very well and knew what was going on. She didn't say anything more, so as not to make the master angry.
While several people were talking, Xiao He suddenly floated up, wearing a goose-yellow Luo shirt. Like a flash of lightning, he was in front of them in an instant. He bowed and said softly: "Master, something happened to the Changsha Gang!"
"Huh -?" Xiao Yuesheng's expression changed, he stood up and said anxiously: "What's the matter?!"
"Gang Leader Pan is waiting in the hall!" Xiao He said softly.
Xiao Yuesheng breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand: "You scared me so much! Come on, I'll be there!" - 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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