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- Chapter 294: Transposition
Xiao Yuesheng sat on horseback, stretched out his left hand from his sleeve, and held a chess piece between his index and middle fingers. It was as white as jade and exuded a warm luster.
When they saw it, they felt a chill in their hearts, revealing a hint of cowardice. Such a method could take people's lives at a snap of their fingers. It was inevitable and terrifying.
Although they are not afraid of death, they have known that death is inevitable since they set foot on the road of martial arts, but to die in such a silent way, with no one knowing and no resistance, is really too cowardly, too unworthy, and too unwilling. !
"If you continue to struggle, they will be role models." Xiao Yuesheng said lightly, glanced at everyone, and said casually.
Seeing him being so careless, they felt terrified and killed people without changing their expressions. To reach this point, this guy must have killed a lot of people!
"Xiao, just wait, our Yang family will not let you go!" One of them shouted, turned around and left.
The others glared at Xiao Yuesheng fiercely, picked up Yang Shisi and Yang Chengwei on their backs, and rode away, galloping away. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a few small black dots and disappeared without a trace.
"Who are you?!" He Xueqing stepped forward, her eyebrows lightly furrowed, and her deep pool-like eyes showed a wary look.
Seeing Xiao Yuesheng casually take the lives of two people, she looked a little scared.
"Xiao Guanlan is me!" Xiao Yuesheng showed a faint smile, pulled the reins, lightly knocked the horse's belly, and jumped out.
"XiaoGuanLan" He Xueqing murmured to herself, humming slightly, somewhat disbelieving that such a master would not remain unknown.
Seeing that Xiao Yuesheng had gone far away, she hurriedly mounted her horse, flicked the reins, and Qing'er hissed excitedly, galloping out, gradually catching up with Xiao Yuesheng.
The two of them walked side by side, their horses galloping, the surrounding scenery quickly retreating, the cold wind blowing on their faces, it was like a knife cutting, but it didn't feel pleasant at all.
"Miss Jiang, are you up so early to practice swordsmanship?" Linghu Chong was dressed in a smart outfit and walking along the path of Hengshan Mountain with his sword in hand. Suddenly he encountered Jiangnan Yun emerging from a small forest. His eyes lit up and he stepped forward to say hello. .
Jiang Nanyun is wearing a moon-white Luo shirt, like a bright and flawless lotus. Although her expression is cold, she has a unique charm.
Although Linghu Chong had his heart set on something, when he saw such a beautiful woman, he could not help but be dizzy and his eyes lit up.
"Isn't Mr. Linghu so diligent?" Jiang Nanyun smiled faintly. Although he smiled, he had an air of repulsion from thousands of miles away.
Since Xiao Yuesheng left Hengshan, Jiang Nanyun's face has not been very good. He seems to be depressed and has something on his mind.
Seeing her like this, both Linghu Chong and Lin Pingzhi couldn't bear it, so they took turns to come forward to comfort her, but the effect was not good. Although she returned to normal, her smile was gone.
Every day, she practiced on a cliff, and the swordsmanship she practiced was not necessarily very good, but she was sweating profusely from practicing, which puzzled Linghu Chong.
Jiang Nanyun is the leader of a gang, and his majestic demeanor has been formed unconsciously. Coupled with the mystery of Qingxin Jue, when he frowns slightly, he will emit a faint majesty, which makes people feel guilty.
When she was in a bad mood, she frowned slightly, and Linghu Chong felt a pressure coming over him, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
"My martial arts skills are low, so I have no choice but to fly first!" Linghu Chong chuckled.
Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled: "Young Master Linghu is so humble, now your skills have almost recovered, but your swordsmanship has become more and more refined. Your martial arts is still low?"
"If I compare with you, Miss Jiang, my martial arts skills are far behind!" Linghu Chong chuckled, feeling light on his body, and the inexplicable pressure disappeared.
Jiang Nanyun smiled softly, shook his head and said, "That's not necessarily true!"
"Miss Jiang, how about we compare notes?" Linghu Chong said hurriedly.
Jiangnan Yunming's eyes turned, radiant and breathtaking, he glanced at him and nodded: "Let's compare?Okay!"
" It seems to be quite reluctant, but my heart secretly screams, it is exactly what I want.
In the past few days, she had been practicing hard, as if she was desperate for her life. Every time she was exhausted and unable to move.
"It's a pity that Qingxu's sword technique seems simple, but it is extremely difficult to practice. Now, she can only use six swords.
Afterwards, her internal strength was exhausted and she was unable to use it.
This frustrated her, who had always been extremely smart. Her intelligence seemed to be completely useless when it came to Qingxu Sword Technique.
If you want to wield the Qingxu Sword, you need to have profound and unparalleled internal strength. Your own internal strength is already top-notch in the martial arts world, but you still cannot use the Qingxu Sword, which shows how stringent the requirements are.
The current plan is not to practice swordsmanship, but to??Internal strength, unfortunately, it is difficult to achieve it quickly unless you take the elixir prepared by the master.
The master will never agree, so the only solution now is to practice hard on internal strength, and the way to practice internal strength is Qingxu Sword.
This set of swordsmanship not only consumes internal energy, but is also inexplicably magical. Every time she practices it to exhaustion, after she recovers, her internal energy always improves greatly.
The speed of improvement was far greater than that of her own meditation practice. This cheered up her originally depressed state, which was why she practiced so hard, exhausting herself every time.
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The two of them turned around and came to a small forest. There was an open space here, backed by a hillside, and in front of it was a small forest, which was used for practicing martial arts. The scenery was excellent.
The two of them had already had a sparring session, and they knew what was behind each other. They stood still, drew their swords out of their sheaths, shouted softly, and each took action.
Jiang Nanyun remained motionless, his long sword flowing gracefully, as light as a willow branch, stabbing out leisurely. The tip of the sword swayed and changed unpredictably, covering all the major acupoints in his upper body.
Linghu Chong¡¯s swordsmanship was slanted and twisted, indescribably clumsy and ugly, but it was extremely precise, and the target was exactly where Jiang Nanyun¡¯s flaw lay.
Jiangnan Yun remained unchanged until the sword came close to him. He suddenly twisted his body and the sword retreated. Inexplicably, the sword tip almost hit his wrist.
Linghu Chong had no choice but to withdraw his sword and step back to avoid its sharp edge.
Since practicing with the heavy sword, his physical strength has increased, and he can draw the sword extremely fast, nearly twice as fast as Yuan Lai. With the exquisiteness of Dugu's Nine Swords, his sword skills are rare in the world.
Unexpectedly, when he met Jiang Nanyun, he was helpless. With one move, he was at a disadvantage and could only be beaten passively.
Immediately, Jiang Nanyun drew his sword slowly but continuously, one sword after another. In the blink of an eye, Linghu Chong had already retreated more than ten steps.
"Stop!" Linghu Chong suddenly stepped away, raised his hands and shouted.
He smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "Oh I thought that with my improved swordsmanship, I would be able to defeat you in a few moves, but I didn't expect that my defeat would be even worse!"
"Your swordsmanship is not bad, it's just" Jiang Nanyun put the sword back into its sheath with a smile on her face, and swept her green hair from her temples, making her look graceful.
"Why is that?!" Linghu Chong asked hurriedly, with an anxious look on his face.
He was also puzzled. Seeing that Jiang Nanyun's swordsmanship was not extremely powerful or exquisite, why did he let himself be restrained and unable to parry? !
Jiangnan Yun smiled brightly, as bright as the morning light: "With this set of swordsmanship, every flaw in every move is a trap. Your Dugu Nine Swords are best at finding gaps. This is where it is sharp and useful."
"That's it!" Linghu Chong suddenly realized, smiled bitterly, and shook his head.
"It's so virtual and real, it's really terrifying. Although this sword technique is slow, it is my nemesis, and I feel terrified in my heart."
"What kind of sword technique is this?" Linghu Chong asked with a wry smile.
"The Willow Sword was learned by my master when he saw the willow trees on the West Lake Su Embankment." Jiang Nanyun seemed to be in a better mood and said with a sweet smile.
"Mr. Xiao's talent is beyond our reach." Linghu Chong shook his head and sighed.
The smile on Jiang Nanyun's face suddenly froze and gradually dissipated, as if the tide was receding. Linghu Chong couldn't help but feel soft in his heart. He wanted to say a few words of comfort, but he didn't know what to say.
Between her dark eyebrows, a faint resentment floated up, as if enveloped by light smoke, making her look even more charming.
West Lake
A boat was rippling in the middle of the lake, but there was no one in it.
Within Guanyun Villa, in the hall on the first floor of Hanyan Pavilion, the sound of the piano is clear and sweet, soothing and comfortable.
Liu Jing's hair is shawl-like, like black satin, exuding a soft luster. She is wearing a moon-white silk robe, which is gently attached to the undulating jade body. The luster is flashing. She is wearing a nightgown.
On the couch in the southwest corner, she was sitting sideways with a lazy look on her face, holding a book in her hand.
There is another person sitting on the couch, but it is Song Mengjun, wearing a light yellow Luo shirt, with a flawless jade face, holding an embroidery support in his hand, and he is concentrating on embroidery.
Su Qingqing sat under the window and in front of the xuan table. The window was open, and the peach blossoms outside the window were swaying, as if she wanted to peek into the house.
She stood upright, playing the piano with her slender hands, stroking it gently and slowly, making a cong-cong sound. On her jade face, she looked confused, as if she was caught in the artistic conception of the sound of the piano.
Xiao He is sitting on an embroidered pier, holding a book in his hand. On the low table in front of him, a small red clay stove is gurgling, white steam is steaming, it is boiling, and the fragrance of tea is overflowing in the hall.
The milky white carpet, plain furniture, the sound of the piano, the fragrance of tea, and the faint fragrance of flowers blown in by the wind make the hall both elegant and warm.
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, Su Qingqing sat in a daze, looking at the beautiful peach blossoms in a daze, as if she was thinking about something, the expression on her exquisite face changed, sometimes she was happy and sometimes sad, sometimes shy, sometimes resentful.
Song Mengjun raised his head and could just see Su Qingqing's side face, her frosty jade face thawed, she pursed her lips and smiled: "Sister Su?"
Su Qingqing trembled, turned around suddenly, and said hurriedly: "Sister Song, are you talking to me?"
"Sister Su, are you thinking about your sweetheart?!" Liu Jing pursed her lips and smiled softly, with a gentle smile and a soft voice.
Su Qingqing¡¯s beautiful face suddenly turned red, as if Danzhu had fallen into clear water. She twisted around and said coquettishly: ¡°Sister Liu, don¡¯t talk nonsense!¡±
Seeing her like this, Liu Jing chuckled and said, "You're right, sister Su, tell me which man you can like, sister!"
Su Qingqing was so ashamed that she rolled her eyes at her, turned away, ignored her, pressed the strings with both hands, and the sound of the piano sounded.
Liu Jing pursed her lips and smiled, shaking her head.
Song Mengjun's frosty jade face carried a faint smile. He glanced at Liu Jing, thinking and feeling a little confused.
She has already seen Su Qingqing's thoughts, but she doesn't believe that Sister Liu didn't see it. But if she did, how could she be so close? ! Song Mengjun was confused.
She put aside these thoughts and asked in a low voice: "Sister Liu, when will Mr. Xiao come back?"
Su Qingqing paused for a moment before picking up the music again, but her ears were already pricked up.
Liu Jing glanced at her and pursed her lips with a smile: "It will take some time. Brother said that he met a woman and came to see you, Sister Song."
"Looking for me?Which one?" Song Mengjun was surprised and opened his eyes slightly.
"Do you recognize He Xueqing, the Falling Snow Divine Sword?" Liu Jing put down the book and asked with a gentle smile.
Song Mengjun was startled for a moment and nodded: "It's her"
Su Qingqing finally pressed her hands, and the sound of the piano stopped. She turned around and thought thoughtfully: "Luoxue Divine Sword, it's such a great name, I guess my swordsmanship must be good Sister Song, who is she?" "
"You haven't heard of this name?" Song Mengjun seemed quite surprised.
Su Qingqing shook her head, Song Mengjun looked at Liu Jing, Liu Jing also shook her head, Xiao He also shook his head, they had never heard of this name.
Song Mengjun shook his head helplessly: "No wonder, she has been moving in the north, and we can rarely hear her."
"Is her swordsmanship very good?" Su Qingqing asked.
Song Mengjun put down the embroidery support and nodded slowly: "Her swordsmanship is far superior to mine!"
"So powerful?!" Su Qingqing was surprised. In her opinion, Song Mengjun's swordsmanship was already extremely powerful, far superior to that of his peers. She did not expect that besides Jiang Nanyun, there were other female masters who were more powerful than her.
"She is about the same age as me, her swordsmanship is better than mine, and her beauty is not as good as mine" Song Mengjun shook his head and smiled, looking through the window into the distance.
Su Qingqing suddenly turned around and said to Liu Jing: "Mr. Xiao is with her?!"
"Well," Liu Jing nodded and smiled: "In the Hengshan sect, sister Yilin became the leaderand Nanyun was sent to protect the Huashan sect. He said that Zuo Lengchan had poisoned him and wanted to kill him. Sect Master Yue,when my eldest brother came back alone, he met the Luoxue Divine Sword on the road."
Su Qingqing pouted and snorted softly, her face showing jealousy, her intentions clearly revealed.
Song Mengjun glanced at her, sighed secretly, and said softly: "The name of the Falling Snow Divine Sword is He Xueqing. Her temperament is somewhat similar to that of Sister Liu. She is as gentle as water. When men meet her, every man will feel pity for her."
As the leader of the Blue and White Gang, she was well-informed about the Hengshan Sect leader matter, so she naturally knew about it, but she was a little worried about Xiao Yuesheng.
She is quite aware of the lethality of the Luoxue Divine Sword. No man can stop it, not even Mr. Xiao.
"A hero is saddened by a beauty. Even though Mr. Xiao's heart is as strong as iron, he can't bear the tenderness of a soft finger."
"Sister Liu, you'd better urge Mr. Xiao to come back early!" Su Qingqing looked at Liu Jing worriedly.
Liu Jing pursed her lips and smiled, then glanced at her: "Sister Su, what are you worried about?"
Su Qingqing was startled, then suddenly realized, her pretty face was as red as a maple leaf. She was so ashamed that she had nowhere to hide. She turned around and said coquettishly: "A man and a woman alone, oh, I'm not afraid that you will be sad, Sister Liu." !¡±
Liu Jing smiled softly and swept her long flowing hair."If brother likes it, how can I stop him? It's better not to worry about it."
Song Mengjun and Su Qingqing were both startled for a moment. They didn't expect her to say such a thing, with an attitude of letting things happen and not caring about it. Could it be possible that she could really be so generous?
Su Qingqing suddenly felt a burst of joy in her heart, and then she was forced to suppress it, for fear that she would not be able to bear it if she was disappointed again after hoping.
"Sister Song, what is the origin of this He Xueqing?"
Song Mengjun looked serious and said solemnly: "Speaking of this person, it is really admirable."
She thought for a while and said: "She has had no father since she was a child and has been dependent on her mother. Her current martial arts skills are all obtained from a Luoxue sword manual."
Su Qingqing spit out her sweet tongue: "It's so amazing!"
She comes from a martial arts family and knows how difficult it is to learn martial arts by yourself. It is not as easy as people think.
Practicing martial arts requires a step-by-step approach. If you don¡¯t understand anything at all, it will be difficult to get started with just a sword manual. It¡¯s just like the schools of later generations. If you don¡¯t go to elementary school, junior high school or high school, if you are given a college textbook, even if you are extremely talented, you will not be able to get started. It's hard to see.
Especially for powerful sword manuals, you often need to have a very deep foundation to be qualified to practice. Otherwise, practicing will be harmful rather than beneficial.
"Now, she has gained a great reputation in the north. When I first experienced the world, I traveled with her." Song Mengjun said slowly, with a hint of admiration and connection in his expression, thinking of the original situation. .
"Is she really beautiful?" Su Qingqing asked seriously.
"As beautiful as a fairy!" Song Mengjun nodded heavily, glanced at her, pursed his lips and chuckled: "On par with Miss Jiang."
"Such beauty is so impressive!" Su Qingqing murmured to herself in a low voice.
Song Mengjun glanced at Liu Jing and saw her pursed lips. He was secretly worried and had a headache. Even though he was the leader of a gang, he didn't know what to do.
"I will urge my brother to come back earlier!" Liu Jing chuckled and said, "However, Miss He is Sister Song's friend, so we can't just leave her alone and let them go as quickly as possible."
"That's all." Su Qingqing nodded absently.
Liu Jing shook her head and chuckled, and said nothing more. She was a bystander and had a clear understanding of Su Qingqing and Song Mengjun's thoughts, but she always pretended not to know.
She kept the secret to rare confusion in mind.
The two of them galloped as fast as lightning.
Suddenly, a clear chirping came from the sky, like the clear chirping of a bird, but extremely clear, like the chirping of a crane.
Xiao Yuesheng looked up, stretched out his hand to pinch his lips, and heard a clear whistle rising into the sky.
Immediately, a white shadow rushed towards him like lightning, instantly appeared above him, followed him lightly, and landed leisurely on his shoulder.
He Xueqing leaned slightly on her horse, turned sideways and looked at Xiao Yuesheng, with a smile on her pretty face. There was a white bird on Xiao Yuesheng's shoulder.
This bird looks like a dove. It is all white without a single hair, just like pure white snow. Its body is graceful and comfortable to look at. However, her small eyes are red, like gems, and they turn as they turn. Realistic, full of spirituality and endearing.
Standing on Xiao Yuesheng's shoulder, she turned her head and looked around from time to time, as if sizing up her surroundings. Even though the horse was galloping, it was as steady as a mountain, standing calmly, with the demeanor of a general, which was even more endearing.
He Xueqing gently pulled the reins, slowed down, approached Xiao Yuesheng, and reached out to touch the white bird.
The white bird jumped lightly, flying from Xiao Yuesheng's left shoulder to his right shoulder, avoiding He Xueqing's jade hand, staring at her with jewel-like eyes, showing a vigilant look.
Xiao Yuesheng reached out and caressed its little head, and took out a bamboo tube from its sharp claws. There was a letter in the bamboo tube, which was rolled up by a thin piece of paper.
After glancing twice, he put his palms together and rubbed them gently. Suddenly the white powder fell from his palms. The galloping horse and the cold wind blew the white powder away and dissipated without a trace.
"Is this the bird you raised?" He Xueqing looked at the white bird with a look of fondness on her face, and asked Xiao Yuesheng softly.
Her voice was extremely soft, as if she was afraid that the white bird would be frightened away if her voice was too loud.
She initially thought it was a dove, but she gave up the idea when she saw the white bird's claws. The claws were as strong as eagle claws, and the tips of the claws shone with a cold light, like the sharp edge of a sword. She knew it was not a white bird at a glance. Good kind.
"Yeah." Xiao Yuesheng nodded, took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, and poured out a small red pill the size of a bean.
The white bird chirped loudly, nodded happily, pecked lightly, swallowed the red pill, soared into the sky, and let out a high-pitched chirp. It was so clear that it seemed to frighten hundreds of people.Immediately, in the blink of an eye, the momentum shot straight into the sky and disappeared.
He Xueqing looked envious. She raised her head and stared at the place where the white bird disappeared. She didn't turn her eyes away for a long time, and the look of love on her face was beyond words.
"If you like them, go find them and play with them when you get to Lin'an City." Xiao Yuesheng said.
"What a beautiful bird!" He Xueqing lowered her head and marveled.
She is dressed in a snow-white gown, spotless, and with a flawless snow-white jade face, she looks like a Gushe fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world.
"It's not a bird, it's an eagle." Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and corrected.
He Xueqing frowned and said displeasedly: "It's obviously a bird, why is it an eagle?!"
In her impression, eagles have always been extremely domineering and ferocious. The little bird just now was obviously cute and cute, but the ferocious eagle could not stand at all!
"It's really an eagle." Xiao Yuesheng said with a bitter smile. Along the way, he finally understood the grace of this gentle and gentle woman.
She looks as gentle as water and speaks softly, but she is also very good at making nonsense and making strong arguments.
Xiao Yuesheng was a little helpless and could only smile bitterly.
"It's getting late, let's go to the town ahead to have a rest!" Xiao Yuesheng pointed to the flag in the distance. It looked like a wine flag erected by a restaurant. It was very high and could be seen from a distance on the official road. arrive.
"Okay." He Xueqing responded in a sweet voice, gently clamped the horse and galloped away, leaving Xiao Yuesheng to eat dust.
She seemed to be obsessed with Xiao Yuesheng. Seeing his calm and majestic appearance, she had the urge to play tricks and often resorted to small tricks to make him laugh bitterly.
"I can't hit her, but I don't bother to scold her. I don't deserve to be seen like a little girl. I'm really scared of being teased by her."
Soon, they entered a town, where people were coming and going, and the streets were bustling with traffic.
The restaurant had a very high sign and was easy to find. When they came to the restaurant, people were coming in and out, and it was very lively.
Soon, a waiter came over to take their horses away, feed them high-quality feed, and take good care of them so that they could go on their way after eating.
Led by another waiter, they arrived at the second floor of the restaurant.
The second floor is a private room. It is quieter here, but you can still faintly hear the sounds below.
They came to the Chunyuxuan room and sat down across from each other.
Chunyuxuan is about twenty square meters. Although it is not big, it is just an Eight Immortals table and it is not narrow. There are paper flowers on the table and a few pots of flowers in the corner. Although it is simply decorated, it is simple and elegant.
Xiao Yuesheng ordered wine first, and then ordered a few dishes. The dishes were served very quickly, and within a short time, two were brought up.
Xiao Yuesheng picked up the chopsticks and took a sip, then frowned, put down the silver chopsticks, and just drank wine instead of eating vegetables.
He has now reached the state of fasting. Even if he doesn't eat, it's not a problem, but it's just a habit. Besides, he also likes to eat.
He Xueqing glanced at him and saw that he was just holding a bowl and drinking wine one mouthful at a time. She rolled her eyes at him, stood up Yingying, and turned around to leave Chunyuxuan.
Xiao Yuesheng didn¡¯t know what she was doing out there, so he didn¡¯t pay attention to her, drinking and thinking.
In the letter just now, Liu Jing urged her to go back quickly, saying that she missed her a lot, and Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly.
My wife is extremely shy. Even if she misses her like crazy, she will not show it. Instead, she will keep covering it up for fear of being seen.
¡°Could it be possible that he knew He Xueqing¡¯s identity and then became vigilant?
This is not right. Normally, Madam always turns a blind eye to herself and other women, and she should not be urged to do so.
That means something happened in the village.
Thinking of this, he felt secretly anxious, opened the window, pressed his lips together and let out a clear whistle.
In the blink of an eye, a ray of white light shot in, it was the white bird.
This white bird has always been hovering above him, but it is always above the clouds. It is difficult for people to detect it, let alone pay attention to it.
Xiao Yuesheng clapped his hands, called the waiter over, took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and with a swipe of his pen, he wrote a few words, sealed it in a bamboo tube, and sent it away gently.
The white bird turned into a stream of light, rose into the sky, and disappeared in an instant.
The door opened, and He Xueqing and Nana walked in, carrying two plates of dishes, which were exactly what Xiao Yuesheng ordered just now.
"Is that bird here again?" She sat down, brought the dish to Xiao Yuesheng, and asked with a gentle smile, very kind.
¡°Well, I¡¯ll let itSend the letter back. "Xiao Yuesheng nodded and looked at the two dishes in front of him.
It has both color and aroma, but I don¡¯t know how it tastes, but looking at it already makes people breathe. Xiao Yuesheng couldn¡¯t wait to pick up the silver chopsticks, took a sip, and his face changed slightly.
"Who did this?!" He looked up at He Xueqing and said eagerly.
He Xueqing stretched out her slender green fingers, slowly raised them, and pointed at her chest, with a smile on her face and a sense of pride.
" Xiao Yuesheng raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised. He didn't expect that this master of swordsmanship was so good at cooking. It's true that people should not be judged by their appearance.
"How does it taste?" He Xueqing asked with a smile.
Xiao Yuesheng nodded while chewing: "Yes, it is much better than those chefs. It has a unique and intoxicating taste."
He Xueqing straightened her chest, and Zhu Nu's clothes seemed to be bursting. She smiled sweetly: "My craftsmanship is inherited from my mother. Although I dare not say that I am unique in the world, it is not something ordinary people can match!"
Xiao Yuesheng nodded, but he didn't think she was boasting. Such cooking skills are indeed unparalleled in the world and very rare.
This meal was the best meal he had ever had since he left the villa. He drank a big bowl of wine and ate a lot of food. He was very happy.
They had lunch and then continued on their way. The letter urged him to go back quickly. He was a little impatient, so he stopped dilly-dallying.
In the evening, a clear chirping sounded, and a white light fell on the shoulder of Xiao Yuesheng, who was galloping on horseback, but the white bird went away and came back.
When He Xueqing saw it, she pulled the reins and moved closer, wanting to touch the white bird, but it shunned it and made her wary.
It is extremely wary of strangers, which is also the reason for Xiao Yuesheng's training.
After reading the letter sent by Bai Niao, there was nothing serious, it was just that Song Mengjun was anxious to see He Xueqing.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled. Although he didn't understand what happened, he felt relieved.
In the next two days, He Xueqing cooked the food herself, which made Xiao Yuesheng marvel and treat her a little better. After all, she was short-tempered, so she was embarrassed to be cold and indifferent.
That evening, they came to a small town and wanted to find an inn to rest for the night.
I still found the best restaurant, found a good seat, and sat down by the window. As soon as I sat down, I got into trouble.
This is a large-scale restaurant that attracts guests from all over the world and is very lively. The larger the restaurant, the more people there are.
As soon as Xiao Yuesheng and the others sat down, a man came over, gave Xiao Yuesheng a fist, and said: "This young master, my young master wants to sit in this seat, please give up."
This man is tall, with high cheekbones, thin lips, and looks a bit sinister and mean. His eyes are dimly gleaming, and he obviously possesses martial arts skills.
He stared at Xiao Yuesheng with burning eyes, as if he was secretly exerting pressure.
Xiao Yuesheng frowned, took a look, and saw four people sitting on the table not far away. Sitting among them was a young master, with a Diaoqiu Shengxue, elegant and noble.
Seeing Xiao Yuesheng looking over, the noble young master nodded slightly to him, with a humble expression, and seemed to be well-educated and elegant.
Just when Xiao Yuesheng was about to agree, He Xueqing saw that the situation was not good, and immediately said: "Why should we give up our seats to others?!" - 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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