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Watching the little sister leave, Zhang Haotian let out a long sigh, the expression on Fangzheng's face changed, his mind was full of thoughts, and he was uncertain. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sitting in the afterglow of the sunset, after hesitating for a long time, he slowly stretched out his hand, picked up the silk silk, and slowly unfolded it.

What is recorded above is only two punches, and the characters painted on the silk are lifelike, as if they are living people in front of them.

The figure in the painting is a middle-aged monk, shirtless, with well-proportioned muscles, and does not look like a person practicing foreign martial arts.

The figure is drawn in great detail, the expression is like that, the texture of the skin and the undulation of the muscles are clearly visible, and the subtlety is clear, although the person is not strong, but the feeling of oppression rushes towards him.

Zhang Haotian's expression perked up, and when he saw this painting, he knew that it was not an ordinary thing!

But looking carefully, there is no difficulty in these two moves, Zhang Haotian shook his head, feeling quite strange, such a simple boxing method, why did this Mr. Xiao take it solemnly? !

After looking at it twice, he still couldn't see the subtlety, he put down the silk, pressed the doubts, waved his fists with both hands, and walked according to the situation, wanting to practice.

After two punches, he stopped, always feeling that something was wrong, something was wrong all over his body, and he couldn't help but feel irritated in his heart.

He found that these two moves seem simple, but if you want to do it perfectly, it is extremely difficult, and if you can't do it, you will inevitably be irritable in your heart, and you can't help but feel angry, which is really weird!

Could it be that Xiao Nanqiu was uneasy about what kind intentions he wanted to harm himself with these two moves?

As soon as this idea appeared, he immediately rejected it, if he wanted to harm himself, he didn't have to go to such great lengths, and it only took a little action to save himself, which was enough to kill him.

That being the case, these two boxing techniques should be true, so calm down, calm down, quit irritability and anger, and practice slowly.

Again and again, he kept practicing, breathing, internal strength, eyes, wrists, and strength, all of which needed to be in place as if they were tightly fitted.

He has an excellent endowment for boxing, and the cooperation of his hands, eyes and body is far beyond ordinary people, which is extremely difficult for others, but for him, it is only slightly difficult.

After practicing like this for an hour, he was able to do one out of ten punches.

At this time, the fist was suddenly as light as nothing, but it made a faint whistling sound, and the fist turned into a light and shadow, which was extremely fast.

He was greatly encouraged, if he could practice such a boxing technique, how could he have an opponent?

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The sun sets, the cold lake is like brocade, and the small pavilion is like a chess, hanging on the surface of the lake.

In the Canglan Pavilion, Xiao Yuesheng was wearing a green shirt, leaning on the Zhu Rail, holding a white jade cup, looking at the Caixia in the sky, with a scattered expression.

In the center of the small pavilion, Li Ruoyun was dressed in a moon-white Luo shirt, sitting dignified and elegant, with bright eyes slightly closed, stroking the yaoqin with his hand, and making a sound of congcong.

Li Ruoyun's piano skills are inherited from Xiao Yuesheng, and he usually learns from his teacher Wen Yubing, and he is already very skillful, and he has advanced to the realm of masters, but except for the people of the Shuiyun faction, outsiders have no chance to hear it.

The sound of Congcong's piano is like a goose falling on the flat sand, floating leisurely on the brocade-like cold lake, curling endlessly, the whole cold valley is quiet, in the Qiong forest, the tired bird returns to the nest, but there is no noise and noise, as if listening to the sound of the piano.

Xiao Yuesheng shook the white jade cup slightly, and the glow reflected the white jade cup red, reflecting the dark green color in the cup, which was Biwu Brew.

"Slap, slap!" Xiao Yuesheng put the white jade cup on the bar, slapped his face, looked at Li Ruoyun with admiration, and smiled slightly: "It's easy to play the piano, it's hard to be open-minded, junior sister, you have entered the room!"

"It's all up to Senior Brother's guidance!" Li Ruoyun put down his snow-white and flawless jade hand and smiled faintly.

Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand: "Senior sister Wu's surname is good, so she can have such a realm, if it is a stubborn stone, I can't make her nod!"

Li Ruoyun glanced at him and said no more.

If it weren't for the fact that he followed his senior brother to visit the world's famous rivers and mountains, broaden his mind, and see his wonderful piano sound, I am afraid that I will never be able to reach the current state.

Listening to the sound of the breeze, her heart was calm and peaceful, with her senior brother sitting beside her, as if everything in heaven and earth was beautiful and infinite.

"Senior brother, is that Zhang Haotian really a talent that can be created?" Li Ruoyun suddenly thought of the secret drawn by the senior brother.

"Well, he has excellent endowments, but unfortunately he is unlucky, and he has never met the Master," Xiao Yuesheng nodded slightly, picked up the white jade cup on the bar, took a sip of Biwu Brew, and muttered: "Those two boxing techniques, simple on the outside and complex on the inside, it depends on his Wu surname, how much he can comprehend!"

"You're generous!" Li Ruoyun snorted lightly, pressed his hand on the yaoqin, and slowly plucked it, making a clanging sound.

"This person's surname is acceptable, but he is not afraid of future troubles," Xiao Yuesheng said with a deep groan, and then showed a smile: "...... Besides, he is still an admirer of the third junior sister!"

Li Ruoyun couldn't help pursing her lips, Zhen shook her head, and her face was full of helplessness: "This third sister is simply a man's nemesis!"

She glanced up at Xiao Yuesheng and said lightly: "But the third sister's eyes are high, but no one can look down on her, in case this Zhang gang leader becomes a hateful because of love......"

Xiao Yuesheng's warm gaze glanced at her, slipped over her face, nodded and smiled: "Senior sister, you have made a lot of progress, but you can stand alone." ”

"Senior brother!" Li Ruoyun frowned slightly, snorting displeasedly.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, put down the white jade cup, and said with a smile: "People's hearts and ghosts, if you have the heart of prevention, with the clarity of your junior sister, you are fearless, and you can rest assured that you are a brother." ”

Li Ruoyun frowned, put down the jade hand on the piano, and looked at him fixedly.

Although she was cold and indifferent, she seemed to be ignorant of everything, but she was extremely keen, and she listened to her senior brother's words, and there was a faint sense of foreboding.

Xiao Yuesheng greeted the evening breeze, took a sip of Biwu brew, and sighed softly: "Zhang Haotian, although he has excellent endowment, his heart is not quiet enough, and his achievements in martial arts must be limited, which is a pity......"

Li Ruoyun is silent, there is no shortcut to martial arts, even if he learns a miraculous skill, if he can't calm down and practice, he can shine at the beginning, but he can't last.

"As for Ziwei, this little girl is still clever and knowledgeable, so don't worry. Xiao Yuesheng had a smile on his face.

Zhang Ziwei did a very beautiful job in this matter, and did not mess up because she cared, and passed on her martial arts to her brother without authorization, otherwise, even if the Shuiyun Sect did not have many rules, she would ruthlessly recover the martial arts of the two.

"Hmm. Li Ruoyun nodded, she had been faintly worried in her heart, but she didn't expect that the fourth senior sister had a good way to teach her disciples, and she handled it very properly.

"However, why did you invite Miss Song and the others here?" Li Ruoyun glanced at Hanyan Pavilion, and his soft gaze revealed resentment.

With her keen mind, she can see through Song Wenqing's mind at a glance, although her heart is like water, she is still inevitably uncomfortable.

"Hehe......" Xiao Yuesheng touched the black and bright mustache, which was a little sneering, and reluctantly explained: "I think Qing'er is quite lively and cute, and she should be able to play with the fifth junior sister." ”

Li Ruoyun kept his mouth shut, but the clear glow in his bright eyes revealed disbelief, he just didn't want to get to the bottom of it and let him go.

Xiao Yuesheng secretly wiped a cold sweat, several junior sisters are not as good as before, seeing Song Wenqing and the others coming, they reacted greatly, the second junior sister was still the most calm, Lin Xiaoqing and several of them had already questioned him, which made him quite embarrassed.

Why did he invite them to come over, not because of anything else, but because Song Wenqing reminded him of Cheng Ying, and he couldn't help it.

"Senior brother, be careful. Li Ruoyun lowered his head, stroked Yaoqin with his jade hand, glanced at him, and said lightly: "Master is not very happy. ”

Xiao Yuesheng nodded, and smiled helplessly: "Don't worry......"

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Dinner was placed downstairs in the Hanyan Pavilion, and Song Wenqing and Qing'er were guests.

Song Wenqing changed into a snow-white Luo shirt, which is as warm as spring, and it is no longer suitable for wearing a mink fur, just a thin shirt.

Seven night pearls are distributed in the caisson of Tiangang Beidou in the caisson on the hall, and the soft clear glow makes the hall bright as day, and there is a softness and warmth.

Song Wenqing sat at the table, looking at the women around him, Xiuya's face was smiling, and she couldn't help but shake her head secretly, feeling inexplicably lost.

Xiao Yuesheng sits between Wen Yubing and Pei Jinyi, while Fluttershy and Xiaoqing serve behind her, as if they are sitting on a bush of flowers, deep in the gentle country, enough to make the envy and jealousy of men in the world.

Every time he glanced at him and saw his gentle smile, Song Wenqing felt his heart ache, but he couldn't help but look at him.

Although all the women seemed to talk and laugh casually, they all paid attention to Song Wenqing, and her every move, smile and smile were in full view.

Xiao Yuesheng was like this, he was sorry in his heart, he had a good impression of Song Wenqing, but he really shouldn't hurt the hearts of the two ladies and several junior sisters, so he could only harden his heart and not look at her.

This dinner was really unpleasant.

After dinner, all the women left the Hanyan Pavilion, and when Wen Yubing was leaving, she said lightly to Xiao Yuesheng: "Qiu'er, you can talk to Miss Song." ”

After that, he bowed his head slightly to Song Wenqing, but he didn't look at Xiao Yuesheng, and turned around and walked out.

Xiao Yuesheng could only smile bitterly, looked at Pei Jinyi and Zhou Zhiruo, and sent them away from the Cold Smoke Pavilion with apologetic expressions.

The two walked on the corridor between the small pavilions, the moonlight was like a jade plate, hanging over their heads, and swaying slightly in the cold lake water at their feet.

Xiao Yuesheng pressed the white jade railing of the cloister, turned around and asked, "What is Miss Song's teacher......?"

"The family teacher is called Chaoyin, and he lives in the Guanfeng Nunnery of Putuo Mountain. Song Wenqing was dressed in a snow-white Luo shirt, reflecting her face as bright as the moon in the sky, and her tone was very cold.

"Guanfeng Nunnery......" Xiao Yuesheng groaned slightly and shook his head: "I am lonely and unheard of, and I have not heard of it." ”

"Outsiders don't know how to practice martial arts, and they have never been famous in martial arts. Song Wenqing said lightly, she held on to the white jade railing, facing the lake, so that her face faced the night breeze, and the cool evening breeze blew on her cheeks, with an inexplicable pleasure.

"I see...... Xiao Yuesheng nodded and turned to look at her.

Song Wenqing under the moonlight, elegant and quiet, more like the incarnation of Cheng Ying, he couldn't help but feel sour, turned around busily, and smiled: "Along the way, we are nosy, those thieves can't help Miss Song at all." ”

"......" Song Wenqing was silent.

Although the reputation of the Chaoyin master is not obvious, but the martial arts are exquisite, a Chaoyin sword is both rigid and soft, it is really a mysterious mastery, although she is not pure, the swordsmanship is also very strong, ordinary masters are not a problem at all, but her surname is indifferent, she doesn't want to get involved in martial arts grievances, and has been hiding clumsy.

She couldn't hide her clumsy behavior from Xiao Yuesheng, but she was close to her, so she didn't care, and she pretended not to know.

The two of them were silent, just looking up at the jade plate hanging above their heads......

After a while, Xiao Yuesheng turned around and said softly, "It's not early, it's time to go back and rest,...... Let's play in the mountains for two days, and then I'll escort you back. ”

"No, we'll go back by ourselves. Song Wenqing immediately shook his head, his voice cold.

Xiao Yuesheng looked at her fixedly, and his warm gaze stayed on her elegant face.

Song Wenqing's eyes turned away, but they did not make contact with his gaze.

After looking at it for a long time, Xiao Yuesheng smiled lightly: "Let's talk about it, go back and rest." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and walked towards the Cold Smoke Pavilion first.

Song Wenqing Lian didn't move, just turned around, followed Xiao Yuesheng closely, watched him pacing slowly, lifted the curtain and entered the Cold Smoke Pavilion.

She turned around and looked at the bright moon in the sky, in the clear lake water, the bright moon swayed slightly, as cold and rippling as her heart.

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Liangzhou City

In the evening, the city of Liangzhou is quite noisy, people are in a hurry to go back, or are in a hurry to enter the city to stay, people come and go, and the traffic is flowing.

The largest restaurant in Liangzhou City, Chaoyang Tower, is built by Liang Xingzhou, the richest man in the local area, and it is built magnificently.

Because the consumption of the restaurant is extremely high, few people come in, the street is noisy and noisy, but the restaurant is rarely quiet.

In the center of the hall on the first floor, there is a towering tree, and the tables are placed around the tree, and between each table, separated by green vines, it is a place, elegant and verdant, refreshing.

"The guest has arrived—" The greeter shouted loudly, and his voice was clear and very pleasant.

People who were eating and chatting looked up at the door.

The snow-white felt curtain was lifted, and the two women floated in, walking lightly, and at a glance they knew that they were people in the martial arts.

People's eyes lit up and couldn't help but widen a little.

The two women who came in were both wearing snow-white mink furs, one was graceful and luxurious, elegant and good, and the other was apricot eyes and peach cheeks, beautiful and unparalleled, both of them were rare beauties.

The beautiful girl's apricot eyes turned, looked around, nodded, and turned to the elegant and graceful woman: "Aunt Qing, it's not bad here, it's right here." ”

"Hmm. The Xiuya woman nodded faintly, and the two came to the east side of the hall and sat down near the window.

These two girls are Song Wenqing and Qing'er, who left the Shuiyun faction.

The waiter came up to wipe the table and count the names of the dishes, Qing'er ordered four dishes with her mouth, and the mouth was so slippery that everyone in the hall was surprised when they heard it, knowing that this was the master who often eats, and it must be either rich or expensive, and it is easy to provoke, so they have restrained their thoughts.

Song Wenqing asked the waiter to open the window and let the cold wind blow in directly, although people were cold, they were embarrassed to refute the meaning of the beauty, so they could only hold back.

Song Wenqing leaned on the table with one arm, supported his chin softly, and looked at the street outside the window.

Qing'er sent the waiter away, glanced at Aunt Qing, and sighed secretly in her heart, this kind of situation, along the way, has happened countless times, since leaving the Shuiyun Sect, Aunt Qing's soul seems to have been lost, which is really worrying.

She also raised one arm, supported her sharp chin, looked at Song Wenqing, and said coquettishly: "Aunt Qing, Mr. Xiao said that he wanted to escort us, why didn't he let it?!"

Sure enough, as she expected, hearing Mr. Xiao's three words, Aunt Qing would wake up immediately, Song Wenqing glanced back at her and shook slightly: "Why bother others?!"

"Why are you so outside, Qingquan and they are all good people!" Qing'er blinked her round apricot eyes, her long eyelashes flickering, bright and moving.

She and Liu Qingquan have a similar surname, and when they meet together, they have a very happy time.

Song Wenqing smiled, shook his head, said no more, and still looked out the window.

Qing'er let out a long sigh, shook her head helplessly, and had to play by herself, turning her head to look around, looking at the guests in the hall.

People either made eye contact with her, smiled and nodded, or avoided her bright eyes, which made her look at it with great pleasure.

"The guest has arrived—" The clear shout sounded again, and the curtain of the door was lifted, and a group of people entered, bringing a chill that gave goosebumps to the crowd, and they tightened their clothes.

There are a total of seven people in this line, each with different shapes, weapons with them, all of them have sharp eyebrows and eyes, and the momentum is compelling, and they know at a glance that they are not good at stubble.

They entered the hall, swept their sharp eyes, swept everyone's faces one by one, and then slowly sat down, close to Song Wenqing's table.

Qing'er's heart sank, this situation seems familiar, the last time she was attacked in Yunzhou, it was like this!

Her vigilance rose sharply, and her little hand touched Aunt Qing under the table.

Song Wenqing turned around and glanced at her lazily, his clear eyes revealing an inquiry.

Qing'er put her head to her ear and whispered, "Aunt Qing, they seem to be coming for us!"

Song Wenqing turned around and glanced at the seven people, and they all turned their eyes away, pretending not to look at her, with a look of being a thief.

Her distant eyebrows frowned slightly, touched the long sword on her waist, and the murderous intent rose in her heart, and the depression that had been lingering in her heart finally found a place to vent.

(To be continued)