The sword willow eyebrows frowned slightly, the figure fluttered, like a white butterfly, quietly came, silently, she swept to the side of the child called "Chang Jing", raised her palm lightly, and smiled like a silver bell: "Little hairy boy, I'm going to slap you next, look at it."

Chang Jing's eyes widened, and the black stick in his hand had already made a move, "calling the wind and calling the rain", the black stick in his hand was like a strong wind and rain, whirring, and the strength of the stick was really not to be underestimated.

Chang Qing also raised the stick to meet it, a pair of calves rushed forward, the black stick Shuofeng caught up, a move "hidden dragon in the abyss", the black stick is like a black dragon, suddenly entangled, vigorous, and vigorous.

Song Ting saw that although these two little Taoist children were young, their kung fu was really good, they couldn't help but secretly admire, and they had already guessed in their hearts that these two Taoist children should be the apprentices or apprentices of the "Taihu real people", he originally wanted to invite the Taihu real people out of the mountain, and he didn't want to lose his harmony, but after thinking about it, these two children were also ignorant, saying that he and Youjian stole their master's ginseng fruit, he and Youjian had just landed on this island, how could they have the time to steal any ginseng fruit?

"Ginseng fruit ......" Song Ting suddenly remembered the middle-aged couple with sacks on their backs just now, the demeanor and expressions of these two people were clearly thieves. And these two little Taoist boys chased here, and happened to bump into him and the Hidden Sword, so they mistakenly thought that it was stolen by him and the Hidden Sword.

Thinking about the misunderstanding and joints, Song Ting took two steps forward and shouted loudly: "Two little masters, you must have misunderstood, the ginseng fruit was not stolen by us, and the person who stole the ginseng fruit ran away early!"

Chang Qing, Chang Jing and Youjian have already fought more than ten moves, although Youjian has not drawn the sword from beginning to end, but these two Dao Tong, who can support more than a dozen moves under her hands, can be regarded as extraordinary.

Although Chang Qing and Chang Jing heard Song Ting's shout, they had already gritted their teeth at this time, and they were tired of coping, so they didn't dare to agree at all, for fear that they would accidentally lose their strength and lose in a blink of an eye.

These two children have sweaty faces on their faces, but they still attack with sticks, one left and one right, in the formation of Tai Chi Bagua, one pole yin, one pole yang, one side of the dragon is entangled, the moves are not fast but old and spicy, and the wind and rain are on the one hand, and the moves are fast and sharp.

The ghost sword sneered, the moves of these two Tongs seemed to become clear and predictable in her eyes, her sword had not yet been pulled out, she actually just wanted to teach these two little guys who didn't know how to be polite and didn't distinguish between right and wrong, but there was no malice, and there was no intention to hurt people, so there was no need to draw the sword.

With a bang, the two sticks intersected a fork, and the two Taoist children followed the gossip footwork, swimming like black and white fish, but they didn't know what move they were making, their two footwork was extremely fast, and they could only see a phantom, and they couldn't tell who was who.

Song Ting couldn't help but be stunned, these two young Taoist boys had such skills, it was really extraordinary, I couldn't imagine that this small island outside the world was so powerful even two little Taoist boys, it was really amazing.

"Hehe, that's all there is to it." The ghost sword just sneered, a move "fairy phantom", swept over, the unsheathed sword sonorously, picked away the two black sticks, and then, with an unaware move, suddenly appeared on Chang Jing's side and stretched out her slender jade hand......

Listening to the sound of "pop", Chang Jing's face suddenly had a bright red five-finger print, and the immature left side of the face was suddenly swollen like a peach, high and convex, it can be seen that this palm, the ghost sword did not show mercy, it was really moved.

Chang Jing received this palm, his eyes were overflowing with tears of grievance, he grew up until now, he has never left the nameless island half a step, he has never suffered such grievances since he was born, he received this palm, only felt that it was more serious than being punished by the master, what Tai Chi gossip footwork, what "calling the wind and calling the rain" stick method, completely ignored, where did he still have the heart to teach others, only threw the black stick casually, sat on the ground and cried, like a child who was making trouble to eat candy.

Chang Qing was a little more sensible than him, took two steps back, and said, "Senior Brother Chang Jing, don't cry." Today, we met a master, and we are not ashamed to lose. ”

Youjian glanced at Chang Qing and sneered: "You big fat boy still has some knowledge, this girl won't beat you today."

Chang Qing stood up proudly, like a little adult, and said with a red face: "Who do you say is fat?" His round face and white wrists do look a little fleshy, and it is true to say that he is fat, but he usually hates others saying that he is fat.

Chang Qing gritted his teeth and said, "You dare to say that I am fat!" You wicked woman! As he spoke, he stepped forward, as if he was about to attack.

"Wow, you little hairy boy, you still have a big temper......" Youjian deliberately teased.

"Wicked girl! I'm not afraid of you! Chang Qing lifted the black stick to his armpit, rushed angrily, and when he ran in front of the dark sword, there was already a whistling wind on the stick......

"Chang Qing, don't be rude!" With a soft drink from afar, Chang Qing's figure was drunk.

He suddenly stopped, stopped the move in his hand, turned around, looked at the comer, and said respectfully: "Master!"

Song Ting looked at the visitor, he was a middle-aged Taoist priest, looking like a fairy wind and bones, holding a pole to whisk the dust, wearing a Taoist robe fluttering, wearing white-soled green shoes, his hair bun was high and his temples were hanging down, and he was shocked to brush his beautiful beard, his eyes were like the morning star, his momentum was like a rainbow, he stepped on the step, he did not step on the dust, he walked like a breeze blowing willows, and at a glance, he was a master outside the world!

Song Ting saw clearly, this middle-aged Taoist priest walked without any footprints or dust, and if he really reached the realm of "Ling Bo Weibu and Luo Socks Dust", he couldn't help but secretly wonder that there was really such a powerful master in this world...... If you can really invite him to be a protector, you must have a good time with this master to teach martial arts, and strive to become a third- or fourth-rate master in the mouth of the sword as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Song Ting took two steps forward and said to the middle-aged Taoist priest: "Presumably, Your Excellency is the famous 'Taihu Zhenren'?" Xiaosheng is polite! ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest responded with a bow, and said with a smile: "The word real person is just a rumor from the outside world, and Song Mou doesn't dare to call himself the word 'Taihu'." I don't know what this son is called, why did he come to Nameless Island? ”

Song Ting said: "Xiaosheng's surname is Song, the name is Ting, the word is in the middle of the court, and the people from Yangzhou came to the nameless island to find Your Excellency."

The middle-aged Taoist priest's eyes suddenly flashed, his eyes burned, he looked up and down his body, and asked in a condensed voice, "You just said...... What's your name? ”

Song Ting repeated: "Xiaosheng Song Ting, the word is in the middle of the court, and he is a person from Yangzhou."

The middle-aged Taoist priest said, "Is your father's name Song Lian?"

Song Ting was stunned and said, "How did Your Excellency know?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled: "That's it......"

Song Ting was puzzled and asked, "What is it?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled, took two steps forward, patted Song Ting's shoulder, stared at him, and said impressively: "Your name is Song Ting, my name is Song Yan, you are my own brother......