Hearing that Dongyuan only said that he had only learned the martial arts of Weimo as a child, and was not proficient, Qianjiang had a faint smile on his face, and saw him pick up the hundred-year-old best daughter Hongfang on the table, and drank it all on his lips, but he was speechless.

"It is said that the cultivation of this Qianjiang is unfathomable, and it can be compared with the heads of the six major sects of the Daomen, and its strength is more than a step higher than that of Granny Long, is it possible that he can see something?"

Qianjiang's smiling and silent look really made Dongyuan a little flustered, and his worried thoughts flashed away, Dongyuan looked like he was drinking and tasting food as usual, and his every move was as elegant and decent as a Confucian scholar, so that people couldn't see his mental activities:

"It should be that I think about it a little more, even if Qianjiang sees that my cultivation strength is extraordinary, it is by no means so mediocre as it is, what can I do, let him have great ability, he is not an immortal in the sky, and he can see all kinds of plans behind me. ”

I secretly thought to myself in my heart, these days, Mr. Dongyuan, who has always been confident and arrogant, and has no last resort, has completely failed in the plan of Quan Anwu, although it has not caused him any substantial damage, but the lot of hard work has been wasted, but the key to the ancient city that slipped away from his fingers is the key to Dongyuan digging into the ground and breaking free from the shackles of others.

The loss of the key to the ancient city has made Dongyuan a little nervous recently, and his thoughts have been tense, so that in the face of Qianjiang's questions and speculations, he has been cranky and chasing after the wind.

Dongyuan naturally knew where the root knot was, and saw that many thoughts flashed in his heart, but he kept his expression as usual, talking to Hongtian on the side, and chatting with Qianjiang very happily.

The wine and food prepared by Hongtian can be called the best, if you want to compete with it, I am afraid there is only the royal palace cuisine, Qianjiang and the two can lead troops to Baiyue County, it is not because of Hongtian, a small county guard, even the owner of Baiyue County, is not in the eyes of Qianjiang, the king of Zhennan, who holds 300,000 black scale troops.

Hongtian is scheming, self-aware, and understands his own identity and status, I am afraid that he will not be able to enter the eyes of Qianjiang, but fortunately, he is now in the boundary of Baiyue County, and Qiancheng is recuperating in the county guard's mansion, and some big and small matters cannot avoid him Hongtian.

Hongtian is well aware of this, so he prepared the best wine and food, and with a just right whisker to pat the horse, it can win Qianjiang's attention, which is enough.

There was a scene of laughter and laughter above the dinner, just looking at the surface, it was very peaceful, under the constant whiskers and horses of Hongtian, he and Qianjiang were like old friends who had not seen each other for many years, and they were constantly gossiping.

"Alas, speaking of this assassination, it is thanks to Brother Xiao......"

I saw that Qian Fengyu was struggling to set up the dishes with his left hand, and let out a burst of emotion, but after these years of continuous practice, he was no longer as rusty as before.

Hearing that Qianfengyu involuntarily mentioned Xiao Yueming, Qianjiang's heart was also a little curious about this young man with strong martial arts:

"Oh, Fengyu, you have highlighted this person in your letters, I wonder what is so special about him?"

In some of Qianfengyu's letters to Qianjiang, Chongmo described Xiao Yueming's exploits, but due to space limitations, he did not write in detail.

Slowly putting down the snow-white and delicate ivory chopsticks in his hand, Qian Fengyu couldn't help but sigh, and then said in a tone of emotion:

"Brother Liu and I got acquainted with Brother Xiao when we were at the White Moon Meeting, Brother Xiao swiped a first-class painting, flowing ink Qingyuan picture, which contains unimaginable terrifying sword intent, which can be described as a blockbuster. ”

"Brother Liu and I also have a love for talents, after all, people who can make such paintings must be very open-minded. ”

Speaking of this, Huer's blue eyes flashed a few rays of brilliance:

"Can paint first-class paintings, and is so young, can the old men of those painting pavilions let him go so easily?"

Qian Fengyu also smiled bitterly, and then said:

"Naturally, the old painters of the painting pavilion are like seeing priceless treasures, and they don't want to let Brother Xiao go, but Brother Xiao acts rashly, and he also has his own private affairs that must be resolved, how can those painters keep him. ”

"Now that picture of flowing ink Qingyuan is hanging on the top floor of Baiyue Tower, and it will be observed by students who have the ability to climb the platform in the future. ”

Brother Liu also took a fancy to Brother Xiao's talent, and persuaded him many times, but he couldn't keep him. ”

Speaking of which, Qianfeng Yu told Qianjiang all the things that happened in the first battle of the passenger ship:

"We were able to escape from the net carefully arranged by the killer, thanks to Brother Xiao's righteous help, at this time, I realized that Brother Xiao is young, and this martial arts cultivation is so strong, it is really terrifying. ”

After listening to what Qianfeng Yu said, Qianjiang became more and more curious about this brother Xiao in his son's mouth:

"At the moment of the assassination, there are four people, one is a first-class master, and three second-rate realm masters, Xian Lao can only stop one, then this Xiao Yueming has at least ordinary second-rate realm cultivation. ”

"An ordinary second-rate master in the year of the weak crown, and can make first-class paintings that have been passed down for centuries, Feng Yu, this Brother Xiao of yours, I'm afraid the origin is not simple. ”

Qianjiang talked about his life experience, and saw Qianfengyu continue:

"By the way, speaking of which, Brother Xiao has a lot of relationship with Sixth Brother. ”

"Brother Xiao's saber, Qingyuan Sword, is the weapon of the sixth brother's biological mother, the predecessor of the Qingyuan Sword Girl. ”

It is no secret that Xiao Yueming carried the Qingyuan Sword, when she was on the passenger ship, Granny Long saw through it at a glance, and said that among the people present, except for Qianjiang and Huer, everyone else also knew about it.

But Xiao Yueming is the matter of the late Xiao Li, the deputy leader of the Central Plains Alliance, but he has not revealed half a sentence, after all, this is related to Xiao Yueming's identity, without his permission, Qian Fengyu will never say it in front of outsiders.

Seeing the three words of Qingyuan Sword come out, Qianjiang's expression was stunned, and his face also changed a little incomprehensibly:

"Green ...... Qingyuan Sword, but the Qingyuan Ancient Sword, which is famous in the weapon spectrum?"

"Yes, it's the Qingyuan Sword. ”

Hearing this name, which has not been mentioned for more than ten years, Qianjiang thought that he had forgotten it a long time ago, but he didn't expect that he was still confused:

"Abyss Sword...... This is my sister-in-law's sword, and if you can get her weapon, it must be you. ”

"Mu Yin, are you okay, I didn't expect Xiao Yueming to be your disciple......"

Qianjiang frowned slightly, and after a while, he shook his head and asked Qianfengyu:

"Feng Yu, can you invite Xiao Yueming here?"

"Dad, Brother Xiao left a few days ago, saying that he went to Taoran City. ”

Hearing that Xiao Yueming had already left, Qianjiang couldn't help but feel a little lost in his heart, and thought to himself:

"Mu Yin, where have you been all these years, the Qianlong Dynasty is thousands of miles, I have lived on the border for a long time these years, I can't get out easily, I have been sending people to find your news, but to no avail, now let me meet your disciple by accident, maybe it is between you and me, the fate has not been broken. ”

The banquet lasted until noon, Qianjiang Huer and the two of them knew the hardships of the border, although they were in a high position, they were the absolute controllers of the Black Scale Army, and the food on weekdays was also exquisite, but after all, the border conditions were limited, how could there be dishes prepared by Hongtian, delicious and exquisite?

Being able to sit in a quiet compound and be accompanied by delicious food and wine is already a kind of enjoyment for the people who have been fighting all year round.

After the banquet, Hongtian did not leave Qianjiang to discuss important matters, from the deliberate temptation of the banquet just now, Hongtian already knew that he could not participate in this battle for the throne and the great changes in the world.

In a secluded guest room, Qianjiang had already taken off the heavy black-scale armor on his body, and saw him wearing a simple gray robe, sitting at the round tea table, slowly sipping the valuable tea.

"Wow~"

There was a knock on the door, and Qianjiang Duancha's palm followed.

"Dad, it's me. ”

Qianfengyu's voice came from outside the door.

"Come in. ”

"Crunch~"

Qianfengyu pushed open the door of the guest room, and after entering the room, he closed the door again.

"Dad, what are you looking for me?"

Qianfengyu sat on the opposite side of Qianjiang.

I saw Qianjiang's eyes looking at his son's severed arm wrapped in a white cloth with concern, and after condensing slightly, he asked in a concerned tone:

"Is there a big problem with the injury to the arm?"

Qianfeng Yu smiled open-mindedly, and saw him shake his broken arm:

"It's just a broken hand, but fortunately I haven't lost my life, and what the right hand can do, the left hand can still do. ”

"Daddy, don't worry, this martial arts practice is no problem!"

As he spoke, Qian Fengyu made a few slashing moves with his left hand, and the hand knife cut through the air, bursting out with the sound of breaking through the air.

It's not terrible to be frustrated, it's terrible to be hit hard, but you can't extricate yourself, you can't extricate yourself, it's a fatal blow to the warrior, the wounds on the body, over time, can slowly heal, once the shadow is left in the heart, it is possible to ruin the future of the warrior, cultivation will not only stagnate, affected by the instability of the mood, if you fail to get rid of the demons, but forcibly cultivate, the serious ones will even decline in cultivation, plummet, and finally go crazy, delirious, explode and die.

Seeing that his son was still arrogant and full of fighting spirit, Qianjiang was also relieved in his heart, and couldn't help laughing:

"Okay, it's not my son of Qianjiang!"

"What does it matter if you have a broken hand, you hold a gun in your left hand, and you are also a hero!"

Qian Fengyu also nodded deeply, seeing that he was holding his left hand tightly, his eyes were filled with a terrifying anger:

"Hmph, Qianqi Song, don't be complacent too early, hurt my brother, and the feud of the severed hand, I Qianfengyu will not forget it so easily, when the time is ripe, I will definitely ask you to return it a hundred times!"