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The person in the car is the Song worship of Ruiyang Palace.

They came to the inn and chartered two courtyards, and soon, the two knights galloped away and entered the prefect's mansion of Lin'an City.

Subsequently, the prefect personally came to the door, locked up in a room with Song Xianfeng, talked for a while, and left soon after.

The sun had just risen, the sun was shining and soft, but the weather was still cold, and the chill had not yet been dispelled by the sun.

The main altar of the Qingping Gang is located in the southeast of the city, at this time it has been lively, people come and go, two teenagers stand outside the gate, their eyes are bright, observing the people in and out one by one.

They were about fifteen or sixteen years old, and they didn't seem to be of much martial prowess, but their eyes were clearer, and there were no other signs.

Looking at their thin bodies, it seems that they have not enough to eat, and they are so thin from hunger, but their skin is ruddy, but they do not seem to be malnourished.

The two men were of similar age, standing on either side of the gate, straight as two spears, motionless, except for their eyes to turn and stare at each of them, as if each of them were suspected of being a thief.

Being stared at like this, the people who came in and out didn't care, they mostly smiled at the two of them, or made a grimace, trying to make them laugh.

But the two of them tensed their faces, motionless, with straight faces, like little adults, unmoved.

At this moment, five people walked over, the first one was an old man, with a thin body, his hands stroking his hair, coming slowly, and four middle-aged people behind him, all with high temples, seemed to hide two walnuts, and his eyes were faintly shining, exuding a compelling light.

The five of them came to the gate, stopped, and looked up at the plaque on the door.

The old man was none other than Song Feng of Ruiyang Palace, wearing a light purple robe, looking rich and graceful.

He looked up and exclaimed, "Good words!

The forehead plaque is ink lacquer gold, the three words are strong and powerful, the gold hook and silver stroke, as if to crack the forehead plaque, take off.

These three words are written by Xiao Yuesheng himself, and the momentum is so great that it can be seen that it is general, and it has the momentum of Lingyun in the world, and ordinary people have the urge to bow their heads and kneel when they look at it.

The two teenagers stared at him, motionless, like two mud tires.

The old man looked up at the words, he was amazed, he forgot for a while, he only cared about these three words, the more he looked at them, the more he felt that they were infinitely wonderful, and thousands of tastes kept coming up, complicated and inexplicable, but it was difficult to extricate himself.

The four middle-aged men behind him didn't move, but just turned their eyes, as sharp as eagle falcons, each looking in one direction, alert to abnormalities.

Suddenly, they pressed their hands to the hilt of their swords, and their eyes turned to the door as they felt a rush of momentum rushing over them.

A middle-aged man walked out of the gate, with a fat figure, a round face, and a kind face, like Maitreya Buddha.

He smiled before he spoke, clenched his fists from a distance, crossed the threshold, and said with a smile: "A few honorable drivers are here to help me Qingping?"

As he spoke, he came to the crowd.

Song Xianfeng was interrupted from his thoughts, slightly displeased, looked down, and hugged his fists: "My surname is Song Mingzhong, I want to see the leader of your gang Jiang." ”

The round-faced middle-aged man saw that his tone was loud, and he frowned secretly, but he remained silent, looking at his temperament, he knew that he was a nobleman, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be a senior Song,...... Unfortunately, the leader of the gang is not in the gang!"

"Not in the gang?" Song Xianfeng frowned and looked at the sky: "At this time, your gang leader has already gone out?"

"Hehe, our gang leader has always smelled chickens and danced, and he got up very early. Song Xianfeng said with a smile and hugged his fists: "I'm sorry, if the seniors have any orders, you might as well say it, if you can call the shots, you will try your best in the future." ”

"I'm looking for the Jiang gang leader, but others can't be the master. Song Xianfeng shook his head, sighed, and said, "When she comes back, I'll visit again!"

With that, he waved his hand slightly.

Behind him came a middle-aged man, with a thin body, a rectangular face, and a lean face, looking like an unsheathed sword.

With a calm gait, he slowly walked to the round-faced middle-aged man, took out a greeting note from his bosom, and handed it to him.

The round-faced middle-aged man took it with both hands, opened it directly, glanced at it, hugged his fists and said with a smile: "It turns out that the predecessor is from the Ruiyang Palace, disrespectful and disrespectful!"

He said disrespectfully, but there was no difference in his attitude before and after, and he kept smiling.

"It's not worth mentioning!" Song Xianfeng waved his hand, his expression was indifferent, and said, "The old man is just running errands...... King Ruiyang invited the Jiang gang leader to go, but he had something to ask for. ”

"I don't know what's going on?" asked the round-faced middle-aged man curiously.

"It's a matter of confidentiality, and it shouldn't be known to outsiders!" Song Xianfeng snorted in a deep voice, glancing at the round-faced middle-aged man: "Where will your gang leader return?"

The round-faced middle-aged man shook his head, his face full of apologies: "I'm really sorry, I'm afraid I'll have to wait for a while...... The helper has already left Lin'an City a few days ago, and he has important matters, and he will work hard for three or five days, so I am afraid that he will not be able to come back. ”

"Hmm-?!" Song Xianfeng's face sank, and his face was full of unhappiness.

The round-faced middle-aged man shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I didn't tell the truth just now, in fact, the helper went to the funeral of the gang leader Pan, and it will take a while to come back." ”

Song Xianfeng snorted coldly: "It's very good...... Let's go!"

After that, he turned around and left, his eyes flashed, and when he turned around, he glanced at the round-faced middle-aged man.

He came to the door in person and gave enough face, but he didn't expect it to be in vain, and he felt like being entertained.

If it weren't for the fact that he had something to ask for, he would have done it a long time ago and punished him slightly, so as not to make people think that he was an easy person to deceive.

"Old Song, this person's martial arts are brilliant, this Qingping Gang is really not simple!" The middle-aged man who had just sent the greeting post followed behind him and said in a deep voice.

Song Xianfeng smiled and nodded: "Well, he is a master, if he fights, it will cost you a lot of effort!"

"This little Qingping Gang has such a master!" The middle-aged man frowned, thought for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Old Song, let's call some more people over!"

"What, you think you can't protect me?!" Song Xianfeng said with a smile, stroking his hair, clear and elegant.

The middle-aged man snorted: "I'm not afraid of 10,000, I'm just afraid of what happens." ”

"No need. Song Xianfeng shook his head, his steps were slow, and he walked calmly: "A small Qingping Gang, forgive them for not daring to do anything!"

"Old Song ......," the middle-aged man said busily.

Song Fengyi raised his hand and waved his hand: "This matter should not be mentioned again...... Shilong, don't worry, the Qingping Gang will not all be masters!"

The middle-aged man nodded helplessly, his name is Chen Shilong, he grew up in the palace since he was a child, cultivating the secrets of the palace, and his martial arts are extremely high.

I also know a lot about Song Offering, knowing that Song Offering has a very high opinion of himself and is extremely stubborn, and he can't make sense at all, so he can only listen to him.

When the six of them returned to the inn, Song Xianfeng sent people.

After a while, he came back soon and gave Song the news, it was true that Pan Hao's funeral had just been held, it was a sea burial, Jiang Nanyun and Qi Yuanhan both left and never came back.

Song worshipped at this time, calmed down, and just waited for Jiang Nanyun to return.

In the early morning after the third day, Song Feng was wearing a wide practice uniform, and was practicing in the small courtyard, moving slowly, urging the internal strength, and the appearance seemed to be calm, but the inside was surging and the internal force was vigorous.

His ears moved, and suddenly he heard footsteps in the distance, which was somewhat familiar, and it should be the guards sent out, so he slowly collected his work.

Soon, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man strode in, saw Song Xianfeng practicing, hugged his fists, and bowed: "Old Song, Jiang Nanyun is back!"

"It's back?!" Song worshipped his spirits.

"It seems that we came back last night, and we didn't even notice it!" the middle-aged man nodded, his face full of excitement.

Song Xianfeng nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, just come back, let's set off immediately and block her!"

"Yes!" the middle-aged man nodded heavily.

This time, it was the last time, and the five guards followed him, out of the inn, performed light skills, caught the moon with meteors, and galloped towards the main altar of the Qingping Gang.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived and stood outside the gate, and at this time, the main altar was full of people, and it was already very lively.

On both sides of the gate, there were still two boys standing like javelins, but there were two different people, with similar temperaments, motionless, only their eyes rolling.

"Old Song, what are they doing?" A middle-aged man was curious, pointed to the two teenagers, and asked Song Xian softly.

Song Xianfeng thought for a while and said, "It's to increase their knowledge and experience......

"They're Qingping Gang, it's weird!" a middle-aged man snorted in a low voice, his face full of unconvinced.

In the past two days, they have been wandering around Lin'an City, hearing a lot about the Qingping Gang, and they don't think much of the people in Lin'an City respect the Qingping Gang.

"Someone's coming!" said the thin middle-aged Chen Shilong in a low voice.

The other four immediately shut up, their faces tense, their eyes shining, like substance, staring in the direction of the gate.

In the direction of the gate, the fat middle-aged man appeared again, with a smile on his face, like Maitreya Buddha, far away, he smiled and hugged his fists: "It turned out to be Song senior, please!"

"Is your helper here?" Song Xianfeng hugged his fists and smiled faintly, smiling reservedly.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "It's a coincidence today, the helper just came back not long ago!"

After that, he turned around and led the six people, entered the main altar of the Qingping Gang, and came to a hall.

This hall is the main hall of the Qingping Gang, which is covered with a moon-white carpet, which makes the guests a little worried, and they are afraid that they will leave a black footprint when they go up.

Fortunately, in the middle of the moon-white carpet, there is a dark red carpet about three people wide, and next to the red carpet are two rows of Taishi chairs.

At the end of the red carpet, under a picture of the pine crane extending the years, there is a Taishi chair, the same as the chair below.

The fat middle-aged man brought the six people in, asked them to sit down with a smile, and then turned to leave, saying that he was going to ask the helper to come over.

Chen Shilong had a cold face, his eyes were like electricity, staring at the fat middle-aged man, watching him turn around and leave, turning his head and saying, "Old Song, this Qingping Gang is also rude!"

Song Fengfeng had a cold face, nodded, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, we have something to ask for, and we don't care about so much!"

Chen Shilong snorted coldly and said no more.

When they came to the door, Jiang Nanyun didn't come out to greet them in person, they just sent a knowing guest into the hall, and they had to sit here and wait, such a cold reception, they hadn't encountered it yet!

Suddenly, a person floated in, but it was a young woman, wearing a light green Luo shirt, beautiful and moving.

She held a wooden plate in her hand, and on the wooden plate were six tea cups, which were full, and there was no place to put one more.

Walking lightly, fluttering to the front, with a faint fragrance, like an orchid like a musk, if there is nothing, elegant and secretive.

She put down the teacups one by one and said softly, "A few people, please use it slowly." ”

After that, he left lightly, like stepping on white clouds under his feet, elegant and soft, walking between clouds, flowing clouds and water, without hindrance.

Chen Shilong stared at her closely, his eyes did not blink, and he watched her leave and disappear.

"Shilong, don't look at it!" Song Xianfeng picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said lightly.

Chen Shilong turned his head and said in a deep voice: "Old Song, this Qingping Gang, really evil, this female martial arts, is just a maid!"

Song Xianfeng shook his head, put down the teacup, and sighed lightly: "This woman's martial arts are indeed good, it shouldn't be Yahuan." ”

He was in the palace, there were a lot of good teas, and he couldn't help but admire at this time, just took a sip of this tea, and felt that the aroma in the hot tea was quiet, straight through the lungs, as if the turbidity in the clear organs was swept away, clear and turbid.

"Well, looking at her temperament, she doesn't look like Yahuan, Brother Chen is too careful!" Another middle-aged man put down the teacup and nodded.

"Alas......" Chen Shilong shook his head, always feeling that this Qingping Gang was weird, and he should be 100,000 careful.

"The helper is here!" In a broken shout, the door of the hall flashed, and a moon-white figure flashed, and he came closer.

Song Xianfeng was shocked in his heart, his internal strength was vigorous, surging in his body, as if a huge wave was soaring into the air, and his power was infinite.

He looked intently, and a person had already appeared in front of him, the faint fragrance floated, and his heart couldn't help but shake in front of his nose.

The person in front of him, his face is like white jade, his eyes are like paint, and although his eyebrows are slender and into the sideburns, they are slightly bent, looking extremely delicate, and he has a gentle temperament like water.

She looked forward to it, her eyes were full of brilliance, and she suddenly gave birth to the power of seducing the soul, and the peerless elegance came to her face.

Jiang Nanyun said softly: "This is Senior Song, the little girl Jiang Nanyun, she has lost her courtesy, and she hopes to forgive her sins!"

Her voice is as soft as honey, warm as a pearl, listening to her ears, like a spring breeze blowing in her heart, indescribable moving taste.

"Gang Master Jiang, I have admired the name for a long time!" Song Xianfeng hugged his fists, smiled faintly, and was slightly reserved.

He secretly screamed, such a look, such a grace, is the emperor's three palaces and six courtyards, three thousand fandel, and it is inferior.

"The little woman has a little name, and she is not enough to worry about. Jiang Nanyun pursed her lips and smiled, and the other five people were stunned and looked at her dumbfounded.

With a smile, her whole person seemed to emit light, like the sun shining on the snow, which made people's eyes shine.

She turned around and stepped out, appeared in front of the Taishi chair under the Songhe Longevity Chart, turned around, brushed her clothes, and sat down slowly, with an elegant posture.

She smiled faintly and said, "Senior Song is here, I don't know what is going on?"

Song offered a fist salute: "The old man came, but he asked for something!"

"Speak. Jiang Nanyun raised his jade hand.

Song Xianfeng sighed: "Alas...... , The prince had a strange illness and was unconscious, the old man asked Master Fang Zheng to help, but it didn't work out, he recommended Jiang to help you. ”

Jiang Nanyun smiled: "The little woman doesn't know how to use medicine!"

Song Fengfeng sighed and said: "Actually, the prince was injured by the master, and his head was banned, and he couldn't wake up, as long as he could expel the internal force, he could wake up the prince!"

Jiang Nanyun was silent.

Song Xianfeng stared at her, his brain was racing, and he wanted to persuade her.

Jiang Nanyun raised his head and waved his hand: "It's not that I excuse myself, Master Fang Zheng can't succeed, and the little woman can't succeed,...... When it comes to the depth of internal strength, Master Fang Zheng's cultivation of the Yijin Sutra is rare in the world, and the little woman is willing to bow to the wind!"

Song Xianfeng hurriedly said: "Master Fang Zheng said, Gang Master Jiang, your internal strength is pure, you can give it a try!"

With that, he waved his hand.

A middle-aged man behind him stood up, untied a long sword from his waist, held it with both hands, and presented it to Jiang Nanyun.

Song said: "This is the sword in the treasury of the palace, which was given to me by the prince for self-defense, and the old man borrowed flowers to offer the Buddha and gave it to the Jiang gang master!"

Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled: "Oh, it's a sword?"

She stretched out her hand to take it, with a curious look on her face, she gently drew her long sword, and suddenly a cold light flashed, and an invisible cold air spread.

Jiang Nanyun's left hand turned into a sword, caressing the sword body, warm and crystalline, like crystal, not like steel.

On her waist is a frost sword, which is also a sword, but it is only roughly cast by Xiao Yuesheng, which is hard and sharp, Xiao Yuesheng was lazy and did not cast it wholeheartedly, and his martial arts were not exhausted at that time.

She slowly drew out her sword, and the cold air came to her face, as if a pool of clear water flashed in front of her eyes, and the whole body of the sword was crystal clear, like the crystal of the later generations, without a trace of magazines.

She pulled out a hair, raised it and let go of her hand, and a strand of hair fell slowly, floating onto the blade of the sword, unhindered, split in two, and fell to the ground.

Blowing hair breaks, that's it.

Jiang Nanyun raised his head, stroked the long sword, and said with a smile: "What a sword!"

Song Xianfeng smiled, but his heart was dripping blood, this sword is rare in the world, if it weren't for the difficulty of seeing Jiangnan Yun, he wouldn't have taken it out.

Jiang Nanyun said softly: "Zhaoqing, come and see this sword!"

"Yes, helper. A voice came from behind the screen, and a person walked out lightly, his footsteps were silent, and he arrived in front of Jiang Nanyun in two steps.

Song worshipped them in shock, their faces changed, they didn't even notice that someone was hiding in the dark!

Qian Zhaoqing was dressed in a green shirt, his expression was calm, he took the long sword, held the sword in his right hand, and slapped it with a gentle palm with his left hand.

He nodded, and sent it back with both hands: "It's really a good sword!"

With that, he turned and walked away, fluttering back behind the screen.

Song worshiped them and looked closely, but they still failed to detect Qian Zhaoqing's existence, and their hearts were awe-inspiring and vigilant.

Such a character, if he sneaks up on himself, he can't prevent it!

Jiang Nanyun picked up the long sword, weighed it for a while, raised his head and said with a smile: "Well, okay, since Senior Song is so enthusiastic, I'll give it a try!"

The five people next to him were all melancholy in their hearts, but they didn't expect their beauty to be so good, as if they were immortals, but they were so snobbish.

"This sword is still returned to its original owner. Jiang Nanyun threw it lightly, and the long sword flew into the hand of the middle-aged man just now.

Song was stunned: "Gang Master Jiang, ...... are you?"

Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and chuckled, shaking his head: "Although this sword is good, I already have a sword, and I don't need it much, besides, I went to save your prince, just because I was curious." ”

"This ...... , okay!" Song Feng nodded, if he really cured the prince, his reward would be even heavier, but this sword was nothing.

Ruiyang Palace

In the evening, ten horses came suddenly, as if a gust of wind swept over, until in front of the gate of the palace, they stopped suddenly, and the neighing of the horses of "Xi Yuyu" came and went.

Jiang Nanyun was dressed in a moon-white Luo shirt, sitting upright on a horse, with a tall posture, elegant and dignified, her elegance was peerless, graceful and luxurious, and the rest of the people seemed to be her attendants.

Even Song Xian, who has an extraordinary bearing, is like a servant in front of her, and he is invisibly shorter.

The black bear-like Commander Li had already stood in front of the gate, and behind him were twenty palace guards, standing in two rows, neatly aligned, motionless, and solemn.

"Old Song!" Commander Li took a big step and saluted with his fists.

Song Xianfeng beckoned, with a happy face: "Come, let me introduce you,...... Xiao Li, this is the leader of the Qingping Gang, the leader of the Jiang Gang, known as the first beauty in Jiangnan!"

"I've seen Gang Leader Jiang. Commander Li clenched his fist at Jiang Nanyun, stunned for a moment, and immediately returned to normal.

Jiang Nanyun knew his name, bowed his head lightly, smiled slightly, and secretly praised in his heart, this person's heart is firm, far beyond ordinary people.

"Senior Song, let's go and see the prince. "Jiangnan Cloud Road.

"Yes, yes, it's important to look at the prince first!" Song Xianfeng nodded hurriedly and took the lead to walk inside.

(To be continued)