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- Chapter 65 Sending Letters
Xiao Yuesheng held the invitation and was lost in thought, thinking about the excitement.
After a while, he shook his head and sighed. He was not good at chess. He was considered a bad chess player. In modern society, he was busy with his career and had no leisure time.
Immediately, he laughed and thought of another big shot, Xu Zhu.
In the eyes of outsiders, he has a wonderful ending, with a lovely wife and a beautiful family, surrounded by beauties, and living in the land of fragrances, just like Tang Monk.
Xiao Yuesheng understood that the world envied Xu Zhu, but Xu Zhu himself was not so happy. He believed in Buddha since he was a child. He would be most peaceful and happy when chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha under the Buddha's ever-burning lamp. Breaking the precepts and breaking the precepts, he could not become a monk, but instead become the greatest Unsatisfactory.
He shook his head and sighed, things in the world are very wonderful, just like when a person drinks water, he knows whether it is warm or cold.
While sighing, he reached out his hand and brought a snow porcelain tea cup to his mouth on the right side. He took a sip and the fragrance spread out.
He just took a sip and looked intoxicated when he suddenly frowned and turned around to see Song Shanyue floating over again.
Seeing Xiao Yuesheng turning to look back, Song Shanyue hurriedly clasped his fists and said respectfully: "Master, Miss Zhong is here, saying there is something urgent!"
Xiao Yuesheng nodded, holding the tea cup in his right hand, raising his left hand, clasping his thumb on the first joint of his middle finger, his eyes flashed like a ray of midday sunlight reflected on the surface of a lake.
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But before reaching the middle vehicle, this magical power is not smooth. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't work, or there is only a fragment, like a glimpse.
He frowned. This time, the Taiqing Yuxia Ziying Guan Sutra took effect. The first section of his middle finger was Zhong Ling's lifeline, which was imprinted on it.
When I tried it just now, a scene flashed in my eyes, but it was her and Mu Wanqing who were fighting with a group of people, and it was extremely brutal.
He knew that these people were from Mantuo Villa.
Mu Wanqing and Mantuo Villa are mortal enemies. When the two gangs met, they were fighting to the death. There was no other way out. Unfortunately, only a fragment flashed through, and the outcome is unknown.
"Let's go and have a look!" Xiao Yuesheng put down the tea cup, crossed his legs and floated up. With a slight sweep, he came to Song Shanyue and landed on his legs.
A little further, the figure slowly passed away, looking slow and slow, like a white cloud floating in the air, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.
A little below Song Shanyue's legs, like an arrow leaving the string, the blue shirt made a hunting sound, like a flag fluttering, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared on the top of the mountain.
Xiao Yuesheng came to the main hall of Jianhu Palace and suddenly appeared.
The original color of Zhong Ling's pink clothes can no longer be seen. There is a patch of mud on the left and a patch of dirt on the right. There is also dust on his face, and he is in a miserable state.
She was walking around on her black embroidered shoes, her bright eyes staring at the door, her face full of anxiety.
Seeing Xiao Yuesheng appear, Zhong Ling rushed over: "Brother¡ª¡ª!"
Her voice was soft and sweet, as if she was coquettish and crying. Xiao Yuesheng hurriedly reached out and held her down to prevent her from falling into his arms.
"Ling'er, something happened to Miss Mu?"
Zhong Ling nodded incessantly, her eyes were red, and she was about to cry: "Sister Mu has been taken away!"
Her current mentality is like that of a child who suffers a loss outside and is forced to endure it. When she sees her parents, she feels so many grievances that she can't help but cry.
"People from Mantuo Villa?!" Xiao Yuesheng frowned and patted her shoulder, silently comforting her.
The Sutra of Taiqing Yuxia Ziying Guan is indeed effective and there is no error.
"Well, those guys were so fierce. They injured Sister Mu and captured her!" Zhong Ling puffed her mouth and snorted angrily.
"Why did they let you go?" Xiao Yuesheng frowned and his face darkened.
Zhong Ling's tears fell one after another, and she said bitterly: "They said that I was too lazy to take care of myself, so they asked me to deliver a letter to Sister Mu's master."
Xiao Yuesheng nodded.
Zhong Ling raised her head and looked at him: "I just thought, if they are looking for Sister Mu's master, they must not be kind, so why don't they look for you, big brother Big brother, your martial arts are very powerful, and you can definitely save sister Mu!"
"That's right! You're a little clever!" Xiao Yuesheng's face relaxed, he smiled and stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on her snow-white cheeks.
Since Qin Hongmian is allowed to go, Mu Wanqing's life will naturally be safe, and Qin Hongmian is still being threatened, so he won't kill her immediately.
"However, it is inevitable that she will suffer a little bit. Her temperament is too stubborn, and it is not a bad thing to let others rub it for her.
Next to Xiao Yuesheng, Zhong Ling felt at peace in his heart, his worries disappeared, he relaxed all of a sudden, and his eyes?Narrowed his eyes, feeling sleepy.
Xiao Yuesheng sighed pitifully. Judging from her appearance, she must have been working tirelessly and hurriedly, and finally came here.
"Here comes someone!" He said warmly, his voice was soft and carried far away, but the bell in his ear could not hear clearly and would not wake her up.
Song Shanyue entered the house, saw Zhong Ling leaning on Xiao Yuesheng, and hurriedly stepped lightly.
He was already very good at Qinggong, and his footing was silent. He deliberately relaxed it, making it even lighter, as silent as a ghost.
"Master?" he asked softly.
"Get some paper and pen." Xiao Yuesheng picked up Zhong Ling, walked gently behind the screen, and placed him on the short couch to the east.
The sun shines through the window and shines on the couch, illuminating her beautiful little face. The mud and dust on it are clearly visible, unable to hide the original whiteness of her skin.
" Xiao Yuesheng sat on the edge of the couch. Song Shanyue had already finished grinding the ink. He picked up the brush and started writing quickly. He finished writing only a few words in the blink of an eye.
He put the letter into an envelope and handed it to Song Shanyue: "Take this letter, go to the edge of Taihu Lake, find Murong's Yanziwu, and give the letter to Miss Abi."
"Miss Abi?" Song Shanyue repeated.
Xiao Yuesheng nodded and said warmly: "Beiqiao Peak, Nan Murong, this Murong family is quite impressive. If you have a chance, you might as well go and see them. Don't do anything with them."
"Yes!" Song Shanyue nodded heavily.
Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, Song Shanyue hurriedly put away the letter, carefully put it into his arms, clasped his fists in a salute, turned around and drifted away.
He went to Rong Ziju to report the matter, and then left Wuliang Mountain directly, heading east towards Suzhou at a fast pace, day and night.
It was at this time that he felt the exquisiteness of the Qing Gong taught by his master. After traveling day and night, he did not feel tired, but became more energetic.
"However, he gets hungry very easily. He wishes he could eat six meals a day. As he rushes on the road, his stomach will growl, and he will feel hungry, and his vision will turn black.
He had no choice but to stop and sit down in a clean place by the roadside. He opened the package he carried with him, took out dry food and water bags, and ate and drank.
After eating and drinking, you wipe your mouth, continue to move, and perform Qinggong. Your whole body becomes lighter and lighter. You feel like a feather. If you don't pay attention, it will float into the sky.
He is in good spirits and does not feel sleepy at all. He does not rest even at night and travels at night.
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He was pleasantly surprised. After traveling so sleeplessly, his internal strength improved so much that it was worth a month of hard training!
It was early morning when we arrived at the edge of Taihu Lake.
Looking at Taihu Lake, where the sky and water are connected, the lotus leaves rise and fall one after another with the breeze, like a green ocean.
He was filled with admiration, looking far into the distance and feeling relaxed and happy.
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He was wearing a blue shirt, facing the breeze on the lake, his sleeves were fluttering slightly, and his body was motionless, exuding a cool and elegant demeanor.
After thinking about what the master had to say, he was so angry that he spit out his words loudly, "Miss Abi"
The sound was like a wave, overwhelming, rippling along Taihu Lake, spreading farther and farther.
His chest deflated, his belly bulged, he pressed air to his dantian again, and spit it out violently. His voice was even louder, like thunder exploding from the sky: "Miss Abi¡ª¡ª"
"Miss Abi" "Miss Abi" The sound lingered in the air, as if in a valley, emitting an indescribably weird sound on the flat lake.
With such momentum, he was also shocked. He did not expect that his inner strength was so deep. He had never dared to imagine such momentum.
After a while, a small boat came floating in the air. It came very quickly, rushed out from the lotus leaves and came to the front.
Song Shanyue took a look and saw that this girl had a slim figure and was wearing a green shirt. Her temperament was as gentle as water and gentle and charming. She must be the girl Abi the head mentioned.
"Is this young hero looking for me?" Abi stopped the boat after some distance, tilted her head and asked with a smile, looking at Song Shanyue carefully.
At such an age, with such deep inner strength, there are many young heroes in the world!
"But Miss Abi?" Song Shanyue clasped his fists and was polite.
Abi nodded and asked in a crisp voice: "I am Abi, who are you?"
"I am here to deliver the letter under the order of the leader." Song Shanyue took out the letter from his arms and held it in front of him with both hands.
"The head of your family?" Abi shook her head in confusion,She looked at him and said, "I don't recognize the leader What is his surname?"
Song Shanyue said politely: "My surname is Xiao, and I watch the waves from above."
"Ah, it's Mr. Xiao!Give it to me quickly!" Abi was startled, showing an expression of surprise, and hurriedly stretched out her little hand.
Song Shanyue flicked his fingers, and the letter flew out, floating in front of Abi.
Abi looked at him in surprise, took the letter, and asked with a smile: "But is it the letter Mr. gave me?"
"Exactly." Song Shanyue nodded solemnly.
Abi tore open the letter, glanced at it a few times, frowned slightly with her delicate eyebrows, shook her head, and looked to the east in the distance.
She smiled tenderly at Song Shanyue: "Young Master Song, thank you for sending the letter. I understand. Please report back to Mr. Xiao, and I will inform my uncle and wife!"
Song Shanyue listened attentively, remembering every word in his mind, and nodded slowly: "Yes, I will forward it to the head, and say goodbye!"
"Young Master Song, don't worry, go have a cup of tea before leaving." Abi persuaded him to stay.
Song Shanyue hesitated, pondered for a moment, and thought of the leader's instructions, saying that he would have a chance to meet him, which made him a little tempted.
Then, he finally shook his head, smiled, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you Miss Abi, I don't dare to disturb you, I have to rush back to recover, and say goodbye!"
After saying that, he cupped his hands, turned around and walked away, disappearing into the woods in the blink of an eye.
Abi watched him disappear gradually and sighed softly. Sure enough, a strong general has no weak soldiers. With such skill, he is probably not weaker than Brother Bao San.
¡°I didn¡¯t expect that Mr. Xiao¡¯s martial arts skills were superb and his men were so powerful. The Wuliang Sword Sect must also be a powerful sect.
After thinking wildly for a moment, she hurriedly put away the letter, picked up the wood pulp, and fluttered towards Mantuo Villa.
After a while, she reached the shore and came to a village. Inside and outside the village, there were camellias everywhere, with different colors, some moon white, some pink, some crimson purple, and some ice blue.
All kinds of camellias are in full bloom and the fragrance is fragrant.
As soon as she approached Zhuangzi, a slender girl came out to greet her. She had a snow-white melon face and a few small freckles on her nose, making her look a bit playful and cute.
She smiled coquettishly from a distance: "Sister Abi, why are you here?"
"Sister Shijian, I'm here to see my uncle's wife, are you here?" Abigail asked with a smile, and she went to greet her. The two of them looked affectionate, as if they were familiar with each other.
The girl Shijian smiled and nodded: "Here you are, looking at the five-color camellia."
A Bi showed a happy expression and was about to walk in, but was caught by Shi Jian: "Sister A Bi, how can you ask Madam for help?"
"I have a letter here for her." Abi smiled.
Shi Jian shook his head and sighed: "Sister Abi, I advise you not to go now."
Shi Jian glanced around and saw no one, so he whispered: "My wife is still angry because of the young lady's affairs!"
"Is it about Mr. Xiao?" Abi asked hurriedly. - 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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