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- Chapter 465 Promise
The carriage went straight to Yuelai Inn. After a while of busy work, we finally settled down.
The person in the car is Song Chongfeng from Ruiyang Palace.
They came to the inn and rented two rooms. Soon, the two knights galloped away and entered the prefect's house in Lin'an City.
Afterwards, the magistrate came to the house in person, locked himself in a room with Song Gongfeng, talked for a while, and left soon after.
The sun has just risen, the sunshine is bright and soft, the weather is still cold, and the chill has not been dispelled by the sunshine.
The main altar of the Qingping Gang is located in the southeast of the city. It is already bustling with people coming and going. Two teenagers stood outside the gate with bright eyes, observing the people coming in and out one by one.
They are about fifteen or sixteen years old. They don't seem to have high martial arts skills. They only have clear eyes and no other signs.
Looking at their thin bodies, it seems that they were starved to death due to lack of enough food to eat. However, their skin is rosy, but they do not appear to be malnourished.
The two were about the same age. They stood on both sides of the gate, standing straight like two spears. Their bodies remained motionless, only their eyes moved, staring at everyone, as if everyone was suspected of being a thief.
Being stared at by them, the people coming in and out didn't care. Most of them smiled at the two of them, or made faces, trying to make them laugh.
But the two of them kept their faces tense and remained motionless, with straight faces, like little adults, unmoved at all.
At this moment, five people came over. An old man came first, with a thin figure and his hands stroking his beard. Behind him were four middle-aged men, all with bulging temples, as if they were hiding two walnuts, and their eyes were shining. Faintly, exuding a compelling light.
The five of them came to the door, stopped, looked up at the plaque on the door.
The old man in front of him is none other than Song Zongfeng from Ruiyang Palace. He is dressed in a lavender gown and looks wealthy and graceful.
He raised his head, looked at it, and exclaimed: "What a good calligraphy! What a good calligraphy!"
The plaque is made of ink and gold, and the three words are powerful and powerful. The gold hooks and silver strokes seem to want to split the plaque and fly away in the air.
These three words were handwritten by Xiao Yuesheng himself. They are so powerful that it can be seen that they have the power to dominate the world. When ordinary people look at them, they have the urge to bow their heads and kneel down.
The two teenagers stared at him closely, motionless, like two clay bodies.
The old man raised his head and looked at the words, admiring them endlessly. He lost his mind for a moment and just looked at these three words. The more he looked at them, the more wonderful they became. Thousands of flavors kept coming up, complex and inexplicable, but it was difficult to extricate himself.
The four middle-aged men behind him did not move. They just moved their eyes, as sharp as hawks, each looking in a direction, and they were extremely alert.
They suddenly moved their hands and pressed them on the hilts of their swords. They felt a formidable aura coming towards them and turned their eyes to the door.
A middle-aged man walked out of the gate, with a chubby figure, a round face, and a kind face, like Maitreya Buddha.
He smiled before saying anything, clasped his fists from afar, stepped over the threshold, and said with a smile: "Are you here to come to our Qingping Gang?"
As he spoke, he came to the crowd.
Song Gongfeng was interrupted from his thoughts and was slightly unhappy. He looked down and clasped his fists: "My surname is Song Mingzhong. I would like to meet the leader of your gang, Jiang."
Seeing his loud tone, the middle-aged man with a round face frowned secretly, but remained calm. Judging from his temperament, he knew he was a noble man, so he laughed and said: "It turns out to be Senior Song What a coincidence, my gang leader is not helping. middle!"
"Not in the gang?" Song Gongfeng frowned and looked at the sky: "At this time, your gang leader has already gone out?"
"Haha, my gang leader always wakes up very early when he hears the chicken dancing." Song Gongfeng chuckled and clasped his fists: "I'm sorry. If you have any instructions, senior, you might as well say it. If you can make the decision, I will try my best. ."
"I'm looking for Gang Leader Jiang, no one else can decide." Song Gongfeng shook his head, sighed, and said, "I'll visit again when she comes back!"
After saying that, he waved his hand gently.
A middle-aged man walked out from behind. He was thin, with a rectangular face and a strong expression. He looked like an unsheathed sword.
With a calm gait, he slowly walked up to the round-faced middle-aged man, took out a greeting card from his arms and handed it to him.
The middle-aged man with a round face took it with both hands, opened it directly, took a look, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "It turns out that the senior is from the Ruiyang Palace, disrespectful!"
He said it was disrespectful, but there was no difference in his attitude before and after, and he kept smiling.
"It's not worth mentioning!" Song Gongfeng waved his hands and said calmly: "I'm just on an errand! King Ruiyang invited Gang Leader Jiang to go, but I have something to ask of you."
"I don't know whatWhat happened? "The round-faced middle-aged man asked curiously.
"This matter is confidential and should not be known to outsiders!" Song Zongfeng hummed in a deep voice and glanced at the round-faced middle-aged man: "Where will your leader return?"
The round-faced middle-aged man shook his head, with an apologetic look on his face: "I'm really sorry, senior, I'm afraid I have to wait for a while! The gang leader has left Lin'an City a few days ago and has something important to do. In three to five days, I'm afraid Can¡¯t come back.¡±
¡°Huh¡ª¡ª?!¡± Song Gongfeng¡¯s face darkened, his face full of displeasure.
The round-faced middle-aged man shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I didn't tell the truth just now. In fact, the gang leader went to attend Gang Leader Pan's funeral and will be back for a while."
Song Gongfeng snorted coldly: "Very good! Let's go!"
After saying that, he turned around and left. His eyes flashed brightly. When he turned around, he glanced at the middle-aged man with a round face.
He visited the house in person and gave him a lot of face. Unexpectedly, it was all in vain, and he felt like he was being entertained.
????????????????????????????????????????????? If it were not for the concern that he had something to ask for, he would have taken action long ago, and imposed a light punishment, so as not to make others think that he was an easy one to bully.
"Mr. Song, this man is very skilled in martial arts. The Qingping Gang is really not simple!" The middle-aged man who just sent the greetings followed behind him and said in a deep voice.
Song Gongfeng smiled and nodded: "Well, he is a master. If we start a fight, you will have to do a lot of tricks!"
"This little Qingping Gang has such a master!" The middle-aged man frowned, thought for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Song, we'd better call some more people over!"
"Why, you think you can't protect me?!" Song Chongfeng said with a smile, stroking his clear beard, which was clear and elegant.
The middle-aged man snorted: "I'm not afraid of ten thousand, I'm just afraid of what happens."
"No need." Song Zongfeng shook his head and walked slowly and calmly: "It's a small Qingping Gang, I'm sorry they don't dare to do anything!"
"Mr. Song" the middle-aged man said hurriedly.
Song Gongfeng raised his hand and waved: "Don't mention this matter again! Shilong, don't worry, not everyone in the Qingping Gang is a master!"
The middle-aged man nodded helplessly. His name was Chen Shilong. He had grown up in the palace since he was a child. He practiced the secrets of the palace and had extremely high martial arts.
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When the six people returned to the inn, Song Gongfeng sent someone.
After a while, he came back soon and gave Song Zong the news. It was true that Pan Hou's funeral had just been held, and it was a sea burial. Both Jiang Nanyun and Qi Yuanhan left and never came back.
Song Congfeng gave up and calmed down, just waiting for Jiang Nanyun to return.
Three days later in the morning, Song Chongfeng was practicing in a small courtyard wearing a large training suit. His movements were slow and his inner strength was stimulating. On the outside, it looked calm, but on the inside it was turbulent and his inner strength was surging.
His ears twitched, and he suddenly heard footsteps in the distance, which were somewhat familiar. They should be the guards sent out, and he slowly stopped.
Soon, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man strode in. When he saw Song Zongfeng practicing, he hurriedly clasped his fists and bowed to salute: "Mr. Song, Jiang Nanyun is back!"
"Come back?!" Song Chongfeng was refreshed.
"It seems that we didn't even notice that he came back last night!" The middle-aged man nodded, his face full of excitement.
Song Gongfeng nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, just come back. Let's set off right away and stop her!"
"Yes!" The middle-aged man nodded heavily.
This time, it was the same people as last time. The five guards followed him out of the inn, used Qing Kung Fu, and quickly rushed towards the Qingping Gang's headquarters.
In the blink of an eye, they arrived and stood outside the gate. At this time, the main altar was already very lively with people coming and going.
On both sides of the gate, there are still two boys standing like javelins, but there are two different people with similar temperaments. They are motionless, only their eyes are moving.
"Mr. Song, what are they doing?" A middle-aged man was curious, pointed at the two teenagers, and asked Song Chongfeng softly.
Song Gongfeng thought for a while and said, "It's just to increase their knowledge and experience"
"The Qingping Gang is so weird!" A middle-aged man hummed, his face full of dissatisfaction.
In the past two days, they wandered around Lin'an City and heard a lot about the Qingping Gang. They were not impressed by the high praise of the Qingping Gang from the people in Lin'an City.
"Someone is coming!" Chen Shilong, a thin middle-aged man, whispered.
The other four people immediately shut up, tightened their faces, and stared in the direction of the door with their eyes blazing like reality.
In the direction of the gate, a fat middle-aged man appeared again, with a smile on his face, like Maitreya Buddha, far awayYes, he smiled and clasped his fists: "It turns out to be Senior Song, please come quickly!"
"Is your gang leader here?" Song Gongfeng clasped his fists and smiled lightly, with a reserved smile.
The middle-aged man said with a smile: "What a coincidence today, the gang leader just came back not long ago!"
After saying that, he turned around and led the six people into the Qingping Gang's main altar and came to a hall.
This hall is the main reception hall of the Qingping Gang. It is covered with moon-white carpets, which makes the guests a little worried. If they step up, they may leave a black footprint.
Fortunately, in the middle of the moon-white carpet is a dark red carpet about three people wide. Next to the red carpet are two rows of Taishi chairs.
At the end of the red carpet, under a picture of pines and cranes prolonging life, there is a Taishi chair, which is the same as the chair below.
The fat middle-aged man brought the six people in, asked them to sit down with a smile, then turned and left, saying that he was going to invite the gang leader.
Chen Shilong looked at the chubby middle-aged man with a cold face and eyes like lightning. He watched him turn away and turned around and said, "Mr. Song, this Qingping Gang is so rude!"
Song Gongfeng had a cold face, nodded, waved his hands and said: "Forget it, we have things to ask for, and we don't care about so many things!"
Chen Shilong snorted coldly and said no more.
They came to the door, but Jiang Nanyun didn't come out to greet him in person. He just sent an acquaintance to introduce him into the hall and sat here to wait. They had never encountered such a cold reception before!
Suddenly, a person floated in, but it was a young woman, wearing a light green Luo shirt, beautiful and moving.
She was holding a wooden tray in her hand. There were six tea cups on the wooden tray, which were full. If there was one more tea cup, there would be no room to put it.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? out out of sight, lightly steps forward, fluttering to the front, with a faint fragrance, like orchid and musk deer, if there is no presence, it is elegant and elegance.
She put down the tea cups one by one and said softly: "Guys, please use it slowly."
After saying that, he left lightly. His feet felt like stepping on white clouds, which were elegant and soft. When he walked, the clouds and water flowed without any hindrance.
Chen Shilong stared at her closely without blinking, watching her leave and disappear.
"Shilong, stop looking!" Song Gongfeng picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said lightly.
Chen Shilong turned around and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Song, this Qingping Gang is really evil. This martial arts girl is just a maid!"
Song Gongfeng shook his head, put down the tea cup, and breathed a sigh of relief: "This girl's martial arts skills are really good, she shouldn't be a maid."
He was in the palace, and there was so much good tea. He couldn't help but admire it. After just taking a sip of the tea, he felt that the aroma of the hot tea was gentle and penetrated straight into his lungs, as if the turbid air in his internal organs was swept away. Pure and empty without turbidity.
"Well, judging from her temperament, she doesn't look like a maid. Brother Chen is too worried!" Another middle-aged man put down his tea cup and nodded.
"Sigh" Chen Shilong shook his head. He always felt that this Qingping Gang was weird and he should be extremely careful.
¡°The gang leader is here¡ª!¡± Amidst a loud shout, the door of the hall flashed, and a moon-white figure flashed past, approaching quickly.
Song Gongfeng was shocked, and his internal energy surged in his body, like a huge wave rising into the sky, with infinite power.
He looked intently, and a person appeared in front of him. The faint fragrance floated in front of his nose, and his heart wavered.
The person in front of me has a face like white jade, eyes like paint, and although his eyebrows are long and slender, they are slightly curved. He looks extremely delicate, with a gentle and watery temperament.
As she looked around, her eyes were filled with light, and she suddenly had the power to captivate the soul, and her unparalleled elegance rushed towards her face.
Jiang Nanyun said softly: "This must be Senior Song. My little girl Jiang Nanyun, I have been disrespectful and I hope you will forgive me!"
Her voice is as soft as honey and as warm as pearls. Listening to it in your ears is like a spring breeze blowing in your heart, which is indescribably moving.
"Chief Jiang, I have long admired your name!" Song Xianfeng clasped his fists and smiled lightly, slightly reserved.
He screamed inwardly, with such appearance and elegance, even the emperor's three palaces and six courtyards, with three thousand beauties, were inferior.
¡°This little girl has no reputation at all, she¡¯s just not worth mentioning.¡± Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, and the other five people were stunned and stared at her in dumbfoundedness.
When she smiled, her whole body seemed to emit light, like the sun shining on the snow, making people's eyes brighten.
She turned around and took a step forward, appearing in front of the Grand Master's chair under the picture of Songhe and Longevity. She turned around, flicked her clothes, and slowly sat down with an elegant posture.
She smiled lightly and said, "Senior Song is here, what's going on?"
Song Gongfeng cupped his fists and saluted: "I'm here to ask for something!"
"Please tell me." Jiang Nanyun raised his jade hand.
Song Gongfeng sighed: "Oh, the prince has a strange disease and is in a coma. I asked Master Fang Zheng to come and help, but it didn't work out. He recommended you to be the leader of the Gang."
Jiang Nanyun smiled and said: "This little girl doesn't know how to heal!"
Song Gongfeng sighed: "Actually, the prince was injured by a master, and a restraint was placed on his head. He cannot wake up. As long as the internal force can be driven out, the prince can be awakened!"
Jiang Nanyun was silent.
Song Gongfeng stared at her closely, his mind racing, trying to think of ways to persuade her.
Jiang Nanyun raised his head and waved his hand: "It's not that I refuse. Master Fang Zheng can't do it, and this little girl can't do it When it comes to the depth of internal strength, Master Fang Zheng practices the Yi Jin Jing, which is rare in the world, and this little girl is willing to be inferior!"
Song Gongfeng said hurriedly: "But Master Fang Zheng said that Gang Leader Jiang, you have pure internal strength, you can give it a try!"
After saying that, he waved his hand.
A middle-aged man stood up behind him, took off a long sword from his waist, held it with both hands, and presented it to Jiang Nanyun.
Song Zongzong said: "This is the sword in the palace treasury. It was given to me by the prince for self-defense. I will borrow flowers to offer it to the Buddha and give it to Gang Leader Jiang!"
Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled: "Oh, is it a sword?"
She reached out to take it, with a curious expression on her face, and gently pulled out the sword. Suddenly a cold light flashed, and an invisible cold air filled the air.
Jiang Nanyun's left hand's parallel fingers formed a sword, and he gently stroked the sword's body. It was warm and crystal-clear, like crystal, but not made of steel.
At her waist is the Frost Sword, which is also a precious sword, but it was only roughly made by Xiao Yuesheng. It is stronger and sharper than before. Xiao Yuesheng was lazy and did not cast it with all his heart. Moreover, his martial arts skills were not fully restored at that time.
She slowly pulled out the sword, and the cold air hit her face, as if a pool of clear water flashed in front of her eyes. The sword was crystal clear, like the crystal of later generations, without a trace of magazine.
She pulled out a piece of hair, raised it and let go. A strand of hair slowly fell down, floated to the blade of the sword, without any obstruction, split into two, and fell to the ground.
That¡¯s what happens when you blow dry your hair.
Jiang Nanyun raised his head, stroked the sword gently, and said with a smile: "What a precious sword!"
Song Gongfeng was smiling, but his heart was bleeding. This sword was rare in the world. If it weren't for Jiang Nanyun's difficulty, he wouldn't have taken it out.
Jiang Nanyun said softly: "Zhao Qing, come and take a look at this sword!"
"Yes, Gang Leader." A voice came from behind the screen, and a person walked out lightly. His footsteps were soundless, and he arrived in front of Jiang Nanyun in two steps.
Song Zongfeng and the others were startled, and their expressions suddenly changed. They didn't realize anyone was hiding in the dark!
Qian Zhaoqing was dressed in a green shirt with a calm expression. He took the long sword, held it in his right hand, and patted it down with his left hand. There was a "ding" sound, and the lingering sound lingered.
He nodded, holding it in both hands and sending it back: "It's indeed a good sword!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked away, returning to the screen lightly.
Song Zongfeng and the others paid close attention, but still could not detect the existence of Qian Zhaoqing. They felt awe-struck and became vigilant.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? To attack me secretly, would be impossible to guard against!
Jiang Nanyun picked up the long sword, measured it for a while, raised his head and said with a smile: "Well, okay, since Senior Song is so kind, I will give it a try!"
The five people next to her were all melancholy. They didn¡¯t expect that she was so beautiful, as if she were a deity transformed into a human being, but she was so snobbish.
"This sword should be returned to its original owner." Jiang Nanyun tossed it gently, and the sword flew into the hands of the middle-aged man just now.
Song Congfeng was startled: "Chief Jiang, what are you?"
Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and chuckled, shaking his head: "Although this sword is good, I already have a sword, so I won't use it much. Besides, I went to save your prince because I was just curious."
"This, okay!" Song Gongfeng nodded. If he really cured the prince, the reward would be even more generous, but this sword would be nothing.
Ruiyang Palace
In the evening, ten horses came suddenly, like a strong wind, until they suddenly stopped in front of the palace gate, and the horses neighed one after another.
Jiang Nanyun is dressed in a moon-white Luo shirt, sitting upright on a horse, with a tall and straight posture, elegant and dignified. She is unrivaled in elegance and grace, and the others seem to be her attendants.
Even Song Congfeng, who had an extraordinary bearing, looked like a servant in front of her, and he seemed to be a little shorter.
Commander Li, who looked like a black bear, had long been standing in front of the gate. Behind him were twenty royal guards, standing in two rows, uniform and motionless, with a stern look on his face.
"Mr. Song!" Commander Li took a big step forward and clasped his fists in greeting.
Song Gongfeng waved, with a happy look on his face: "Come on, let me introduce youXiao Li, this is the leader of the Qingping Gang, Gang Leader Jiang, who is known as the most beautiful woman in the south of the Yangtze River!"
"I've met Gang Leader Jiang." Commander Li clasped his fists at Jiang Nanyun, was startled for a moment, and then returned to normal.
Jiang Nanyun knew his name, nodded slightly, smiled slightly, and secretly praised in his heart, this man's determination is far beyond ordinary people.
"Senior Song, let's go see the prince." Jiang Nanyun said.
"Yes, yes, it's important to see the prince first!" Song Gongfeng nodded hurriedly and took the lead to walk inside. - 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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