Sun Yimao already had a ghost in his heart, so he was very disapproving in the face of Shen Lingjun's provocation.

Squinted his eyes as small as a slit, snorted in his nostrils, and said in a non-yin and non-yang manner: "Adults have a precious body, and the grass people don't dare." ”

There were many people in the crowd who saw Shen Lingjun present and wanted to show off and see if there was a chance to vote for an official position, so they cleared their throats and stood up and said, "Sun Yimao, I'll fight you." ”

Sun Yimao pulled up half of his face and sneered, his eyes didn't lift it, his left hand flipped over, and a burst of energy leaked out, and before the young man could react, he was thrown to the ground by the back of the true qi.

"I don't know how important it is!" Sun Yimao glanced at him disdainfully, and then looked at everyone: "Today, Fang Daxia has a big birthday, and Sun will not be heavy-handed." ”

In fact, many young people looked down on Sun Yimao a little because of Huang Yufeng's words, and felt that people who couldn't even pass the sword saint's tricks could be so powerful. But with this shot just now, they all secretly took a step back, and such a profound kung fu couldn't even parry the Sword Saint's move?

In addition to being surprised that Sun Yimao was not so vulnerable as he imagined, everyone thought of a question at the same time - how high should the Sword Saint's kung fu be, is it really close to God?

They all looked at Su Musha, the white-clothed man was still standing in place as before, his handsome and extraordinary face was unwavering, and he was holding the Yuqing Sword in his right hand and was calm, as if everything that happened had nothing to do with him.

The clouds floated and dispersed, the sun shone down stunned, and the Yuqing sword scabbard shone in the sunlight.

Fang Zhixuan heard that the next person was hurrying over, and he hurried to the courtyard porch but suddenly stopped. Su Musha was dressed in white and stood there as steady as Mount Tai, the peerless lonely height that no one paid attention to, made him think of Su Musha's master, that is, the Sword Saint Feng Wuxin.

Standing like this, no one looked at the momentum in their eyes, and they didn't care about anything, just like the Sword Master.

Fang Zhixuan had seen the Sword Saint two or three times, but he didn't have the opportunity to see the Sword Saint make a move, and he was suddenly curious, how glorious was the Sword Saint's demeanor? Can you get a glimpse of the only apprentice of the Sword Master?

Fang Zhixuan was waiting, and so were everyone else.

Sun Yimao smiled sadly, and pointed the finger at Su Musha: "Is the old guy dead, do you want my Sun Yimao to burn a stick of incense and worship." ”

"Ling'er, get out of the way." Su Musha finally spoke, he patted Shen Lingjun and gave her a look that was okay.

Shen Lingjun nodded and took a step back, she understood what it means to be in the rivers and lakes, some people have some things even if you don't want to provoke, the other party will provoke them.

Su Musha's eyes swept over Sun Yimao, his eyes were cold, and his tone was contemptuous: "There are many defeated generals under my master, but there is no name of Sun Yimao," Su Musha looked at the world and said lightly: "You are not qualified." ”

This was arrogant, but no one dared to raise any objections, because it was Su Musha who spoke, and his master was the Sword Saint.

Shen Lingjun secretly clapped his hands and said in his heart: Well said!

Sun Yimao's face was ugly, his mung bean eyes looked at Su Musha like cold light, and he pulled out his portable sword with his left hand, which was a jet-black ancient sword, black and shiny.

"Fish Intestine Sword!" There is a whisper of knowledge.

Sun Yimao's right hand fingers gently stroked the sword body of the ancient sword, and said with a sneer: "Bright the sword, Sun Mou will see if the apprentice of the Sword Saint is a parallel import." ”

When the words landed, Sun Yimao rose into the air, his body moved like electricity, and he suddenly rushed forward, holding a sword in his left hand and drawing a semicircle in the air, the sword wind was fierce, and the sword qi was close to Su Musha.

The clothes of the people around were windless and dusty, and everyone stared at Su Musha in unison to see how he picked up.

The young man in white didn't move, and Sun Yimao's sword was already close at hand, and suddenly, everyone saw a flower in front of them, and then looked at it, and the white shadow had swept behind Sun Yimao at some point.

Everyone was shocked, and shouted at the same time: "Floating light!" ”

Su Musha's right hand holding the Yuqing sword gently touched Sun Yimao's shoulder with the hilt, and the former didn't even have time to resist and fell to the ground in vain.

The crowd was in an uproar, no one could see how Su Musha moved, he was already behind Sun Yimao, this martial arts senior, who was also good at kung fu, didn't even make a move in Su Musha's hands, no, he didn't have a chance to make a move at all.

Fang Zhixuan smiled and shook his head, this kind of demeanor was indeed the apprentice of the Sword Saint Feng Wuxin.

Only Shen Lingjun yawned lazily, with an expression that he had already known this, and beckoned to Su Musha with some interest: "Let's go." ”

Originally, I wanted to have a meal, but now it seems that it's okay, this group of people is too unappetizing.

Su Musha didn't even glance at Sun Yimao, who fell to the ground, turned to Shen Lingjun, and said lightly: "Don't say that I am a defeated general in the future, you are not worthy." ”

Some people think that Su Musha is really worthy of being a sword saint apprentice, and his kung fu is unfathomable.

There are also people who are extremely unhappy with his attitude, thinking that although you are good at kung fu, you can't be so arrogant.

There are also people who secretly calculate, if they fight against Su Musha, they can make a few moves.

But these people don't care to Su Musha, he doesn't live for others, he is used to doing his own thing, and he doesn't care about the evaluation of the world.

Fang Zhixuan came over to play a round: "Thank you all the martial arts heroes for coming to congratulate Fang on his birthday, Fang is really honored." ”

A few polite words were inevitable between the crowd, and then Fang Zhixuan invited everyone to sit down, and everyone walked in one after another.

When he arrived at Sun Yimao, he had already stood up, lowered his head and gloomy face, and the other party Zhixuan hugged his fists: "Sun has something to do today, so he will take the first step." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Fang Zhixuan to answer, he had already jumped out of the courtyard.

Everyone naturally knows that he has no face to stay, and whoever is in his position can't stay.

Fang Zhixuan retracted his gaze, and then turned to Su Musha and Shen Lingjun: "Virtuous nephew, please take a seat." ”

Shen Lingjun smiled and replied for Su Mu: "We suddenly remembered something important to deal with, so we won't eat this meal, and we will bother Fang Daxia when we have time." ”

"...... like this" Fang Zhixuan groaned slightly, and said, "Then I'll send the two of you out." ”

Shen Lingjun and Su Musha said no, but Fang Zhixuan insisted, so there was no way.

A young man who hadn't gone in yet frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "I take myself too seriously, so I don't give Fang Daxia face." ”

Huang Yufeng heard it, and said coolly: "Which of the two of them you dare to offend?" ”

One is a third-grade official in the dynasty, and a proud martial arts man, rich and powerful, I'm afraid that no one here dares to offend even one of them, let alone two.

So, the young man did not speak, and silently followed the others in.

Fang Zhixuan was in front of him, leading the two out of the banquet courtyard, and said, "The gift given by the virtuous nephew today is too valuable. ”

Su Musha actually treats the elders with more respect, and said politely: "The value of calligraphy and painting is completely in whether you understand it, if it is in the hands of people who don't know how to paint, it is like a piece of waste paper, and it is not valuable. ”

Fang Zhixuan laughed and nodded repeatedly: "This is nature." ”

Shen Lingjun smiled at Su Musha, and today she knew that this wood was very good at talking.

"That's right. Fang Daxia, if you get in touch with the other end of the Ice Heart Pavilion, let people know us. Shen Lingjun said.

Fang Zhixuan said with a smile: "Lord Shen, don't worry, Fang will arrange it immediately." ”

When he arrived at the gate, Su Musha asked Fang Zhixuan to stay, and was just about to step out, when someone happened to come in from the outside and almost bumped into it, Su Musha took a step back, and someone staggered two steps before he stabilized his figure.

"Yuan'er, where have you been?" Fang Zhixuan said.

It turned out that the person who came was Fang Zhixuan's daughter Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan didn't speak, pursed her lips and looked at Su Musha, her cheeks flushed slightly.

Shen Lingjun pulled the corners of his mouth, took advantage of the veil to cover his face, rolled his eyes very indecently, and said in his heart: Here it is again.

"Yuan'er came to see Lord Shen and Su Shaoxia." Fang Zhixuan didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the atmosphere, and happily pulled his daughter and said.

Fang Yuan saluted shyly and timidly: "Fang Yuan has seen Lord Shen, I have seen Su Shaoxia......" The more he spoke, the lower his voice became.

Fang Zhixuan laughed and said, "My daughter is very arrogant on weekdays, but now when she sees Lord Shen and her nephew, she is shy. ”

Fang Yuan was even more embarrassed, and shouted coquettishly: "Dad~"

"Speaking of which, the virtuous nephew and Yuan'er have met once or twice." Fang Zhixuan smiled: "It's also a childhood sweetheart." ”

Su Musha subconsciously looked at Shen Lingjun, but his whole face was covered and he couldn't see anything, and then replied: "Well, five or six years ago, I saw it when my predecessors came to Yuxiao Peak. "He has a great memory, and he will never forget anyone who has met once.

Fang Yuan didn't expect Su Musha to remember it, and he couldn't help but bump into the deer in his heart, could it be that he was also ......

Five or six years ago, Su Musha was a little greener than now, but it was good enough that people couldn't take their eyes off it. Since that side, the figure of the young man in white has been mixed into Fang Yuan's dream many times. When I see you again many years later, the boy has grown into a handsome young man, which is even more amazing, so that people dare not look at it directly.

Shen Lingjun chuckled: "Oh~Childhood sweetheart~"

Su Musha glanced at Shen Lingjun: "Senior Fang is just joking. ”

Fang Zhixuan looked at his own girl with a shy face, and somehow suddenly became spiritual, could it be that this girl was interesting to Su Mushao. I thought to myself, if Su Musha could really be his son-in-law, it would be great.

So, Fang Daxia, who has always been known for his heartiness and open-mindedness, asked directly: "The virtuous nephew must have a family affair?" ”

Su Musha didn't expect him to be so direct, but he was stunned.

Shen Lingjun held the knife in both hands and looked at him with a smile, but others couldn't see her face, so they didn't see some playfulness in her smile.

Fang Yuan quietly fixed her eyes on Su Musha, a little nervous, but more expectant.

"Brother Su, Fang Daxia asked you, why didn't you go back?" Shen Lingjun teased.

Su Mu swept over her veiled face, and you didn't have to look at it to guess the look on her face at the moment.

It is also a blessing to the soul, a thought flashed in Su Musha's heart, and he immediately shook his head, and said happily: "Not yet." ”

"Oh...... That ......" Fang Zhixuan smiled and was about to speak.

Su Musha immediately said: "But there are already people I like." ”