Chapter Twenty-Seven: Companionship of Song Valve

The two of them don't know how long they drifted.

"Is this son going with us" A sonorous voice came, Yang Ying looked back, a larger passenger ship appeared twenty zhang away, this passenger ship was a little luxurious, and there was a flag printed with the word "Song" on board.

Yang Ying glanced at the people on the boat, hugged his fists and said "thank you" and took Mingkong's little hand, jumped towards the passenger boat, fell to the surface of the water halfway, splashed slightly, and jumped away again smoothly and steadily, until he landed on the boat, looking personable.

There were three people standing on the deck, a middle-aged scribe, dressed a little maturely, with black and white hair, a silver-white beard, with vicissitudes in his eyes, the whole person looked old and dignified, and a young man, handsome, wearing a white samurai uniform, graceful and suave. There is also a young woman, dressed a little revealingly, with a charming and moving face, at this time half-snuggled in the arms of a middle-aged scribe, it seems that the two are husband and wife, and the relationship is very deep. ,

Yang Ying glanced at the boat after getting on the boat, obviously it was a middle-aged scribe who called him on the boat just now, so he hugged his fists and said: "Thank you for this gentleman's help, my name is Yang Ying, this is my sister Mingkong"

"It turned out to be Yang Gongzi, in Xia Song Lu, this is his nephew Song Shidao, this is the contemptible concubine" Seeing Yang Ying introduce himself, the scribe also kindly introduced the people around him.

"It turned out that Mr. was a master of the Song Dynasty, and he had a silver beard and Song Lu, and he had admired his name for a long time." Yang Ying guessed that it was Song Valve's person when he saw Song Ziqi, but he didn't expect that they were still two important people of Song Valve.

The middle-aged scribe is the famous master of the Song Valve, Yinshu Song Lu, who is famous in Jiangnan with a set of self-created silver dragon crutches, and is one of the core figures of the Song Valve, and the young man is the son of Song Que, the owner of the Song Valve. Song Que is known as the Heavenly Sword, and a few years ago, with the Eight Styles of Asking the Heavens, he was invincible under the Great Grandmaster, and even the Great Grandmaster could fight.

Yang Ying's trip was to make friends with some people and pull some forces for assistance. If you can win over Song Valve, it will definitely become a great help in the fight for domination of the world, and seeing that the two are friendly, I can't help but feel like a friend.

After greeting Song Lu, he greeted Song Shidao again, and Song Shidao also returned the salute and asked what happened in a friendly manner.

Yang Ying told him about the matter, and Song Shidao chuckled and said: "These river bandits are really rampant, but they don't dare to intercept our Song lord's boats" There was some arrogance on his face when he said this.

"Indeed, the name of the Heavenly Sword is known to the world, and how dare that little thief come to offend," Yang Ying also echoed.

Seeing that Yang Ying respected his father, Song Shidao also had a good impression of the young man in front of him, so he immediately invited: "Brother Yang didn't have lunch if I wanted to come, why don't you come together."

The five people at the dinner table talked, Song Lu looked at the two of them carefully, and found that the two of them were introverted, and they must have cultivated superior martial arts. So he inquired: "I think this little girl, she is introverted at a young age, I want to know which famous teacher personally taught the disciple, I don't know if I can tell the respected teacher, maybe we still know each other."

Mingkong just ate the food slowly and methodically, without even looking at him. Yang Ying saw Mingkong like this, and hurriedly explained: "Sister She's always been like this, don't be surprised by Uncle Song, as for our master, he is a hidden master, he doesn't allow us to say his name outside, hehe" Saying this, Yang Ying smiled bitterly twice to cover up.

Seeing that Yang Ying didn't say anything, Song Lu didn't ask this question again, and Song Shidao also asked at this time: "Where is Brother Yang going on this trip?" ”

"We plan to go to Yancheng first"

Hearing that Yang Ying was going to Yancheng, Song Shidao was a little surprised and said, "We are also going to Yancheng, just by the way."

"We're really destined," Yang Ying replied while eating the food.

Suddenly, Yang Ying noticed that the young woman occasionally looked at Mingkong, as if the two knew each other, while Mingkong was eating with her head down, and chewing hard to eat vegetables, as if she couldn't get away with the meat.

After the meal, Song Shidao found a guest room for Yang Ying, "Brother Yang has only one first-class guest room, so I can only trouble your brothers and sisters for one night."

"Brother Song is so polite, he is grateful to be able to provide us with a place to stay, how dare he ask for anything else"

Yang Ying entered the cabin, and the decoration inside was quite luxurious, worthy of being one of the four major gates of the Great Sui.

Seeing that there was only one bed, Yang Ying glanced at Mingkong and found that Mingkong was also staring at him, and his eyes seemed to be full of words Do you want to sleep with me?

Yang Ying looked at Mingkong's figure, only ten years old, although she already looked like a beautiful embryo, but there was nothing to look at, and hurriedly asked the maid to come with some quilts and cushions, and set up the floor, seeing Yang Ying lying on the bed like this, she was very sleepy, she hadn't had much rest on the boat these days, and she fell asleep after a while.

Yang Ying gets up very early every day, and after waking up, he cultivates the Yellow Emperor's Heart Sutra, if there is a great grandmaster who watches carefully, he will find that Yang Ying's purple luck gradually becomes rich at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and there are tiny qi luck threads flowing into Yang Ying's body from the north, and now Yang Ying's north is where Chang'an is located.

An hour later, Yang Ying walked to the bed, a long white leg came into view, and he looked a little green. Yang Ying shook her head and smiled, "It's still a child", and then re-covered her with the quilt she kicked off.

Yang Ying walked out of the cabin and came to the deck, layers of mist rose on the surface of the river, and the mountains on both sides of the river also loomed, as if he had come to a fairyland on earth.

Seeing this, Yang Ying remembered that she still met her concubine here, but somehow, Yang Ying looked towards the shore on the side, looking carefully, as if to see if anyone was coming, and sighed softly in an instant, how could she meet here every time?

However, there are people who come.

"Concubine Liu Jing has seen Yang Gongzi" A soft voice interrupted Yang Ying's reverie.

Yang Ying turned around and looked, a pair of Jianshui autumn pupils stared at him, there seemed to be a whirlpool in his eyes pulling his mind, and a feeling of being willing to give up his life for her suddenly rose in his heart, the Yellow Emperor's heart meridian involuntarily operated, Yang Ying instantly sobered up, this situation he had experienced many times in Wan Wan, and he also knew that the woman in front of him had cultivated a kind of charm, and it was similar to Wan Wan's.

Yang Ying pretended to be bewildered by her, her eyes narrowed to look at her seductive body, and she also made a forbearant appearance, and kept swallowing saliva in her throat.

"Giggles" The young woman was very satisfied when she saw Yang Ying's appearance, and couldn't help but laugh.

Yang Ying looked stupid, "I don't know what Mrs. is looking for, and I am willing to go to the soup and go to the fire."

The beautiful young woman stared at Yang Ying's eyes and said in a charming voice, "Where is your sister's master?"

Yang Ying was thinking about how to answer, and Mingkong rushed over and took Yang Ying's hand, "Uncle, why are you still here, still with her?"

"It turned out to be Mingkong, who is it, why don't you see your master?"

The beautiful young woman looked at the clear sky, although she had a smile on her face, but it gave people a sense of bad intentions.

"Mingkong, I just got up and walked on the deck when I met Madame," Yang Ying replied.

Mingkong didn't have a good impression of the beautiful woman, so he snorted coldly and pulled Yang Ying away, but Yang Ying showed an apologetic smile to the beautiful young woman and followed Mingkong away.

Back in their cabin, Ming Tian kicked the door with a whirl.

"Bump"

The door closed in response, "Uncle, how can you be fascinated by that vixen" Mingkong stared at Yang Ying with a look of hatred for iron and steel.

Yang Ying couldn't help but laugh when she saw her as a child making an adult appearance, "Hahaha, Mingkong, you are so cute"

"Even you bullied me, huh"

"Okay, Mingkong, do you know that woman?"

"She is also a disciple of my Yin Kui faction, and she is still my uncle according to her seniority."

"Then why do you look like you have a grudge against her?"

"I saw her a few times two years ago, and I haven't seen her since an incident" When he said this, Mingkong's body trembled unnaturally, as if he remembered something terrifying, and his face was a little pale.

"What happened?" Yang Ying asked curiously.

Ming Kong frowned slightly and stared at Yang Ying for a while, as if he was examining whether Yang Ying was trustworthy.

Yang Ying also understood the secrets of what sects might be involved, and Mingkong refused to say it and didn't feel anything.

"I don't know exactly what happened, I also saw it secretly in a small hole." Speaking of this, Mingkong fell into memory, his hand trembling and grasping Yang Ying's arm, his nails sinking into the flesh.

"That day, I saw that the ancestor was covered in blood, and his hands were bleeding drop by drop, and there were some uncles and uncles lying on the ground, all of them were some stumps and broken arms, and the master was still laughing, laughing so terrible, and the master was closely following behind the master, as if he was very angry."

Speaking of this, he took a deep breath, and then continued: "I was so scared that I couldn't sleep for a few days, since then, I rarely saw my master, and many uncles and uncles in the door have disappeared, I asked what happened to the master, she was still very angry, she didn't tell me, she always said to tell me when you grow up."

Yang Ying gently patted Mingkong's back, "No need to say more"

Mingkong raised his head and pouted, "You are not allowed to contact that vixen in the future"

"Good, good," Yang Ying promised.

Two days later, the passenger ship arrived in Yancheng, Yang Ying did not meet the beautiful young woman again in the past two days, but he had a good conversation with Song Shidao, and the two also became friends, and Song Shidao knew the origin of the beautiful young woman Liu Jing from his mouth. It turned out that she met Song Lu three years ago, and then Song Lu and Liu Jing fell in love, so they married home a year later and became a concubine.

After getting this news, Yang Ying sighed that the Yin Kui faction had done a really good job in intelligence, and even Song Valve had their figure.

In addition, Yang Ying also heard a news, the news of He's Bi, but the specific news was not revealed, but said that He's Bi appeared, and the dispute in the world was even more intense.

The passenger boat stopped at the ferry, Yang Ying said goodbye to Song Shidao, "Brother Song, next time we meet, I will have a good talk with you", and said goodbye to Song Lu and Liu Jing, when saying goodbye to Liu Jing, Liu Jing looked at Yang Ying meaningfully, and threw a wink at Yang Ying while no one was paying attention.

How could she hide Mingkong's small movements, Mingkong glanced at her, and dragged Yang Ying's sleeve away quickly, Yang Ying could only smile bitterly at the three of them, and turned around to catch up with Mingkong's footsteps.