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Xia Qingqing asked, "Tell me quickly."

"General," Seeing that Xia Qingqing's face had a tendency to turn yin, Song Qingshu hurriedly changed his words, "I like it!"

Xia Qingqing said: "Since you like me, will you do whatever I say?"

"That's nature, as long as you say a word, even if it is up the knife mountain and down the sea of fire, Song will not frown." Song Qingshu didn't have the slightest scruples when he talked big, thinking that he wouldn't lose a pound of meat if he said something beautiful anyway, so he naturally followed her meaning and greeted her with all kinds of sweet words.

"Alright, I'm going to want you to jump off here now." Xia Qingqing took a few steps away from the cliff, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Song Qingshu stretched out his head and took a look, with a hesitant look on his face: "There is no bottom under this cliff, and there will definitely be no bones left if you jump down."

"Scared?" Xia Qingqing sneered, "Who said just now that you would go to the soup for me? In this case, you should put away those thoughts in your heart in the future, and we can still be friends."

"I just thought that I was destined to have no one to collect my body, and I felt a little sad in my heart." Song Qingshu smiled sadly, "After I die, if you can occasionally think of me in the dead of night, I will be satisfied." As soon as the words fell, Song Qingshu jumped for life and jumped off the edge of the cliff.

Seeing that he really jumped down like this, Xia Qingqing was surprised, but there was no trace of panic on his face, but there was more incomprehensible feelings, he stood stunned for a long time, and sighed in his heart: "Could it be the will of heaven?"

Coming to the edge of the cliff and looking at the smoky abyss, Xia Qingqing bit his teeth lightly and jumped down.

In the blink of an eye, Xia Qingqing fell onto a platform in mid-air, and found Song Qingshu with a blank face, with a smile on his face: "Aren't you happy to pick up a life?"

"I never thought that there would be such a platform a few feet away." Song Qingshu looked up at the top of the cliff, full of emotion, but he smiled proudly in his heart, fortunately he had been to this Golden Snake Cave before, otherwise he would have been bluffed by Xia Qingqing.

"Fool, I haven't seen you so obedient in my life, why did you jump off the cliff without blinking an eye." Looking at Song Qingshu, Xia Qingqing's eyes flowed with an indescribable look.

"Because you made me jump." Song Qingshu stared at her with burning eyes.

After staring at him for a moment, Xia Qingqing only felt a panic in her heart, turned her head a little unnaturally, took a deep breath, and said calmly, "You come in with me."

Kneeling in front of the tomb of the Golden Snake Langjun, looking at the inscription on the tombstone, "Yuan Chengzhi Xia Qingqing stands up", Xia Qingqing seems to have returned to the time when he reorganized his father's grave with Brother Yuan, how happy the two of them were during that time, the only thing he was worried about was that Ah Jiu, now that I think about it, how ridiculous the original gains and losses were, and the loss of Brother Yuan knew what the real pain was......

Seeing Xia Qingqing's sad face, Song Qingshu guessed that she must have remembered Yuan Chengzhi again, smiled bitterly for a while, and looked around at the Golden Snake Cave.

Revisiting the old place, Song Qingshu couldn't help but think of Mu Wanqing, who accompanied him here, and didn't know how she was now......

One died with sadness, the other had thousands of thoughts, and the two fell into a deep silence with a rare tacit understanding.

After coming out of the Golden Snake Cave, Xia Qingqing glanced at Song Qingshu strangely, "Don't you wonder who I worship?"

Song Qingshu thought to himself, of course I knew, and replied: "Looking at the handwriting on the tombstone, he should be the golden snake Langjun of the mighty rivers and lakes back then, but I didn't expect him to be the father of the quiet girl."

Xia Qingqing looked back at the distant mountains and sighed: "In the rivers and lakes, no matter how high your martial arts are, no matter how famous you are, in the end it is not a slope ......of loess.

"At least you'll remember that it was enough for him." Song Qingshu said with relief.

"yes, as long as I remember him, what does it matter if the rest of the people remember him." Xia Qingqing smiled bitterly and said to herself, "No, Ah Jiu will definitely remember him as well......"

The two came all the way to Chaoyang Peak, and when they saw Mu Renqing with silver hair, Xia Qingqing couldn't hold back the sourness in his heart anymore, bowed down in front of him, and choked up: "Master~"

Mu Renqing hurriedly helped Xia Qingqing up, and couldn't help but cry: "I also heard about Chengzhi's matter as a teacher, that hard-working child."

"Qingqing came here this time to ask Master to be the master of Chengzhi." Wiping away her tears, Xia Qingqing gritted her teeth and said.

Mu Renqing hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed: "That's it, the old man is about to die anyway, so I will go to Beijing to see how high the undefeated martial arts of the East are."

Xia Qingqing was shocked: "How dare Qingqing let Master put you in danger, Brother Yuan has a spirit in the sky, and he will not agree."

Mu Renqing raised his hand to stop her from continuing, and a hint of an indifferent smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Qingqing, you may not know that Chengzhi's senior brother Gui Xinshu and his wife couldn't hold back when they heard the news of his murder, and went directly to Yanjing to avenge Chengzhi.

Xia Qingqing anxiously persuaded: "Master, please forgive Qingqing's offense, Master's martial arts and Brother Yuan are only between the best, and going to Beijing this time is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg."

Mu Renqing smiled and said, "Qingqing, you don't have to be for me. Considering the age of the teacher, if he fights one-on-one with Cheng Zhi, he will definitely lose and win."

"Then Master, why do you take the risk, Qingqing didn't come this time ......" Xia Qingqing thought to herself that if Master made any mistakes, Brother Yuan would definitely not forgive him.

Mu Renqing's expression was solemn, and he looked into the distance with deep eyes, "There are some things that need to be done knowing that you can't do it."

"Qingqing means that I want the master to come forward and invite the predecessors of the Huashan Sword Sect to come out of the mountain." Xia Qingqing was in a hurry, and finally finished saying one sentence.

"Uncle Feng?" Mu Renqing was stunned for a moment, and then looked down at Xia Qingqing, "Qingqing, where did you learn about Uncle Xiao?"

Xia Qingqing's expression was a little twisted, and he pointed back: "It was Qingqing's friend who said it."

Only then did Mu Renqing notice Song Qingshu, and saw that he was very uplifting, and he was breathing evenly, obviously a master of the inner family, and hurriedly asked: "I don't know what the young man is called? Do you know the news of the little uncle?"

"In Xia Song Qingshu, it was really accidental to learn the news of the Feng seniors," Song Qingshu stood up and said, "A few months ago, Song Mou fought with the Feng seniors in Huashan and benefited a lot." He didn't dare to say that Feng Qingyang was so angry that he almost killed him, otherwise Mu Renqing would definitely regard himself as a heinous bad person.

"Uncle Xiao is in Huashan?" Mu Renqing was stunned, at the critical time of the battle between the two sects of the Huashan faction, Feng Qingyang did not know where to go, and there has been no news since then, everyone thought that he had passed away, but they didn't expect him to be still in the world.

Suddenly reacting, Mu Renqing stared at Song Qingshu suspiciously, with a hint of disbelief on his face: "Song Shaoxia just said that he fought with Uncle Feng?"

It's no wonder he suspects that Feng Qingyang was an unborn sword genius back then, in his early twenties, he has become a well-deserved first master of the Huashan faction, you must know that the Huashan faction back then is not the appearance of the two sects of sword qi withering now, at that time it was the heyday of the Huashan faction, there were many masters, and the status in the martial arts was faintly comparable to Shaolin.

And the wind is clear and the record is extremely brilliant, with only one sword, it is really invincible all over the world.

If he was still alive, the accumulation of internal force in the past few decades would definitely have entered the realm of transformation, and his understanding of the sword was estimated to have far exceeded the worldly understanding, reaching the realm of demigods.

Such a half-human and half-god little uncle, Song Qingshu was young, and he actually said that he had fought with him, Mu Renqing naturally didn't believe it.

"Not bad." Song Qingshu replied.

"Then the old man will see the peerless magic skills of the young man." With a sneer, Mu Renqing stepped forward.

With his movements, Song Qingshu turned sideways slightly, slightly changing the angle of his toes, but Mu Renqing seemed to have seen the most terrible thing, and immediately retreated.

Staring at the other party with a solemn expression, Mu Renqing knew that his move was blocked by the other party just now, and the other party had a faint intention to fight back, and his intuition told him that if he continued to move forward, he would definitely be seriously injured.

"Song Shaoxia, offended." Shouting strange in his heart, Mu Renqing's wrist turned slightly, and a sword had appeared in his hand, and a sword stabbed out, full of his painstaking efforts for decades, the dignified place was like a mountain, and the light and spiritual place was like a clear breeze without a trace, unpredictable, and swift and incoherent to stab Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu was really a little moved this time, took a small step back, raised his head, and his gaze fell on the other party who was three inches below Mu Renqing's left ribs.

Mu Renqing even had an illusion, there was a faint filial piety in the left rib, knowing that the other party had seen through the flaws of his own move, and it was just boring to continue to attack, so he had to retreat, and for a while he only felt that his blood was surging.

Xia Qingqing saw that Song Qingshu hadn't made a move yet, so he forced the master to return with two powerful shots in vain, and couldn't help but be horrified in his heart: "His martial arts have reached this level......?

Mu Renqing stared at Song Qingshu for a long time as if he was looking at a monster, and finally sighed lonely: "Song Shaoxia is young, and his understanding of swordsmanship has reached such a level, which is similar to Uncle Feng's 'anticipating the enemy first, attacking the enemy will be saved', but the old man suspects that Shaoxia and Uncle Feng are really frogs at the bottom of the well."

"Senior Mu is too modest, and Song is just familiar with the Wuyue swordsmanship, which is not a real skill." Song Qingshu gave a salute.

"Young age, not arrogant or impatient, rare and rare," Mu Renqing showed a smile and asked, "I wonder if Song Shaoxia knows where Uncle Feng is now?"