Long Xiaotian, who was in a peaceful mood, sensed Long Qingyun's divine sense, and the mother in front of him gradually became clear.

The frolic in the yard, the teachings of Dun Dun in front of the study, and the protection of his mother when his father scolded him......

These childhood memories were presented in front of him one after another, the corners of Long Qingyun's lips were slightly raised, and a sweet smile appeared on his face.

"Qingyun, you're okay, great, I'm still worried. ”

At this moment, a swarthy young man walked in at the door, thick and strong.

"Niu Ben, you're here. ”

Long Qingyun blurted out happily, and he didn't feel disgusted because of the fight.

After Long Xiaotian was in a peaceful mood, he slowly felt that Long Qingyun was mellow and open-minded.

"You talk. Liang Yinqiu bowed slightly to Niu Ben, seeing the high-spirited spirit on his son's body, Liang Yinqiu was very relieved, and walked out of the room.

Niu Ben is one year older than Long Qingyun, and the two have been playing since childhood, and they are very good friends.

"Qingyun, we said that we will take the entrance exam of Songyang Sword Mansion, are you ready? ”

Long Qingyun was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that he had said it two days ago when he was competing with Niu Ben.

"It's so strange that day, I punched you, the force was not great, somehow, suddenly the wind blew, and you fell to the ground, fortunately Uncle Long came in time. ”

Niu Ben finished speaking in one breath and spat out, it seems that this question has been pressed in his heart for a day or two, and he is not happy to vomit.

Of course, Long Qingyun knew what the reason was, but no one believed such a mysterious thing, so he said with an awe-inspiring face: "I won't mention it in the past, I hope that this catastrophe will not die, and there will be a blessing in the future, and tomorrow we will set off for Songyang Sword Mansion." ”

Niu Ben and Long Qingyun talked for a while before leaving.

Long Qingyun walked to the big desk of Pear Blossom, spread out a piece of Jingxian Huixuan, and the pen walked the dragon and snake, strong and powerful, and wrote a few large articles. After writing, put the rice paper in the envelope, and put the pen on the "Parents Jun Qi".

Leave a message, that is to say, live up to the grace of your parents' teachings, this time you will go to Songyang Sword Mansion to take the exam, you will go all out, and your parents should not worry about worrying or anything like that.

After all, it was the first time in 16 years that Long Qingyun had gone far away, and it was not easy to tell it in person when he parted, but the letter could better express what he thought in his heart. When you're done, you're relieved.

The next day, the dawn dawned.

At the Fuchun River Wharf, Long Qingyun and Niu Ben stood on the bow of the boat, reluctantly waving goodbye to their relatives.

Long Qingyun looked at the figures of Long Feng, Liang Yinqiu, and Qiulan gradually moving away, and a bitterness of parting came to his heart.

February is a warm and cold season, the morning breeze blows, the fragrance of reeds blows in the coolness, and the sound of oars paddling can be heard clearly.

The boatman who operated the oars was an elite man, and next to him sat a middle-aged man in a gray robe, slightly fat, and hugged his fist to the middle-aged scribe opposite:

"Brother Liu, next month's 'West Lake Sword', which one do you think has a better chance of winning in Songyang Sword Mansion or West Lake Sword Academy, or is there a miracle in other Sword Academy?"

The middle-aged scribe was handsome and elegant, and said with a chic smile: "Now that the West Lake Sword Academy is gaining momentum, the Songyang Sword Mansion is declining day by day, of course, the West Lake Sword Academy has a big chance to win, and there may be miracles in other Sword Academies, which may not be big." ”

"Fart!"

As this piercing voice sounded, an old man sat in the stern of the boat, holding a dry tobacco pouch, taking a puff of cigarette, slowly exhaling the smoke ring, and smiling. The old man was dressed in a blue robe, his beard was all white, and his eyes were shining, revealing a chilling glow.

"Presumptuous. The slightly chubby middle-aged man was about to draw her sword, but the middle-aged Confucian stopped her hand with a robe that was about to draw the sword. "Brother Wei, don't be angry, and listen to what this senior thinks. Apparently he had been caught in the eyes of the white-haired old man, and his words were quite polite.

Long Qingyun was slightly stunned, only to see that the old man coughed dryly twice, cleared his throat, showed a high-spirited look on his face, and said loudly:

"During the Beiyong period, my Dayong Kingdom established the country with martial arts, Taizu Zhaowu, and gave Songyang Sword Mansion the first sword mansion in the world."

"However, now it's Nanyong, and the Songyang Sword Mansion has been ...... by the West Lake Sword Academy" The slightly chubby middle-aged man said slightly, thinking that this old man would have some high opinions, and said with a little disdain.

"Do you know how many of the Jingsai troops of Dayong were disciples of the Songyang Sword Mansion? They were the most elite cavalry troops of my Dayong Kingdom, and they had repeatedly defeated the Tielin Army, the ace army of the Khitan. ”

The white-haired old man had a solemn face, interrupting the slightly chubby middle-aged man's words, his voice was concise and fierce, and there was a kind of majesty that killed decisively.

When they heard this name, everyone on the ship was extremely shocked, and their faces were full of reverence.

This is the most elite cavalry unit of the Dayong Kingdom, the Khitan did not dare to go south, that is, they were afraid of the strong existence of the Jingsai Army, and later signed the "Alliance of the Yuanyuan" between the two countries, in exchange for a hundred years of peace in the Dayong Kingdom, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and the country was prosperous.

The white-haired old man was righteous and awe-inspiring, and a cold light shot at the slightly chubby middle-aged and middle-aged Confucian students, and the two of them did not dare to look directly, and they suddenly shuddered.

This is obviously a profound internal skill, the aura emanating between gestures. The middle-aged Confucian stood up and hugged his fists at the white-haired old man:

"There were a lot of offensive words just now, and I still hope that my predecessor Haihan, myself Liu Hansong, and ...... Ma Dashan, forgive your sins to your predecessors. ”

Xiang Ma Dashan made a color, the slightly chubby middle-aged man was silent, and stood up timidly, and the two apologized to the white-haired old man.

The old man didn't get up, calmly accepted the apology of the two, and laughed heartily: "Old man Songyang Sword Mansion Bai Yunqi, if you two have any more disrespectful words towards Songyang Sword Mansion, you can understand my fist." ”

The two of them were silent, and suddenly, sweat broke out on their foreheads. Bai Yunqi, the second master of Songyang Sword Mansion, "Songyang Nine Style" is a unique martial arts, ranking among the top ten masters of Nanyongguo.

The two of them bowed their hands to Bai Yunqi again and again, their faces full of sincerity: "The seniors are angry, only blame the two of us for having no eyes." ”

Although Bai Yunqi showed a deep internal force and shocked everyone on the ship, except for one person.

Long Qingyun looked at the sparkling river, and said indifferently: "The Jingsai Army was more than a hundred years ago, and the glory has long ceased to exist. ”

"Songyang Nine Style" Bai Yunqi was originally going to interrupt Long Qingyun's paradoxical theory, but when he saw this son's calm face, he listened to it, and when he heard the third son of "Tiefutu", he was shocked.

Bai Yunqi went to Tubo this time and traveled to Dali, which was entrusted by Su Wanting, the commander of the "Zhenyuan Army", to look for war horses, expand and strengthen the cavalry troops, and the goal was to fight against Donghan's "Iron Floating Massacre".

Hearing this, Bai Yunqi couldn't help but be deeply impressed by Long Qingyun's insight, and it actually coincided with the worries of Su Wanting, the commander of the "Zhenyuan Army". I couldn't help but admire: "Boy, that's a good point, what's your name?"