On the second day, after a simple but extraordinarily exquisite breakfast in Liufu, Liu Chengye sent Song Yifei and his party to the city gate before giving his leave.

As for the little Lori willow cicada, I haven't seen it except for a light glance during the meal.

Originally, Song Yifei wanted to ask her where she learned kung fu, but she didn't find a chance.

Liu Qingciao's swordsmanship is not worth mentioning, and his internal strength is small, but that set of footwork is very subtle, which makes Song Yifei very hot.

On the way back, Song Yifei talked about the divorce.

"Dad, that Liu Qingcicada is too young, why don't you change it?"

"Fart!"

“......”

Daddy's reaction was a bit intense!

Song Yifei was shocked.

"Do you know what your Uncle Liu's background is?"

"I heard my mother say that it is the Liu family in Jiangzhou, and Uncle Liu is the first family in Jiangzhou, the young lady of the Jiang family. ”

Regarding Liu Chengye's situation, Song Yifei heard Lu Qingyan mention a few words.

The Liu family and the Jiang family are both big families in Jiangzhou, and they are only stronger than them, a rich family.

"That's not what I'm talking about!"

Song Zhian shook his head: "I'm asking about the identity of your Uncle Liu!"

"Isn't he the magistrate of Jintan County?"

If you don't mention the family clan, the identity of a magistrate is not worthy of his attention.

For ordinary people, the identity of the magistrate is extraordinary, but for the Song family, Song Zhi'an is a frequent visitor to the governor's mansion, and even the county guard can climb the relationship.

After all, Song Yifei's grandfather is the former secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and his uncle is the prince of the country, so it is not difficult to get a little relationship with the government and the government.

"Your Uncle Liu is not an ordinary magistrate, he is still the champion appointed by the Holy Lord today!"

Song Zhi'an's fleshy face showed a look of admiration.

“......”

Song Yifei was shocked by Song Zhi'an's words.

Champion Lang!

That is the crowning achievement of the literati!

Even in the martial arts world, the identity of the champion is also very important, which is not trivial!

Song Yifei didn't expect that Liu Chengye, who looked ordinary, turned out to be a champion.

"Your Uncle Liu is the magistrate of the county, but he is only temporarily succumbing, and it is estimated that he will be promoted soon, or he will be directly transferred to the capital and accompany the emperor!

"If it weren't for your uncle as a matchmaker this time, and Miss Liu liked it very much, this kind of good thing wouldn't be your turn!"

"You kid is a great luck, and you still want to get out of the marriage!

Song Zhian reprimanded with some hatred that iron is not steel.

“......”

Daddy, you're so ugly!

Forget it! Listening to this tone, he probably will have a hard time getting rid of it!

Now I just hope that Liu Qingcian will be a little more powerful and let Liu Chengye propose to withdraw from the marriage.

Song Yifei sighed lightly in his heart.

Obviously, he has an adventure system in his body, and he should dominate the world, why did he fall into the love of his children inexplicably?

After a long day of driving, Song Yifei and his party of dozens of people finally returned to Lingling County.

Not long after entering the door, a family member came to report that two new Wudang disciples of the Song family had come to find Song Yifei.

"Wudang disciple?looking for me?!"

Song Yifei's heart was slightly cold, and he probably knew what was going on.

It's been so long, and it's logical to track it down here, of course, but I didn't expect it to be so fast.

It seems that Su Hongye's father still cares about this son.

"Yi Fei, is it someone from Wudang who is urging you to take office? If it really doesn't work, just push it off!"

Song Zhian still holds the plan to let Song Yifei stay at home.

"I don't know what's going on, let's go take a look first!" Song Yifei said pretending to be confused.

Under the guidance of the servant, Song Yi flew to the living room where the Wudang disciples were received.

Two middle-aged men wearing cyan Wudang costumes and holding the "Dayue Sword" on their sides were drinking tea accompanied by Ma Zhao and Ah Niu.

A black mole the size of a soybean on his cheek and a raised corner of his mouth. The other had a large cyan birthmark on his forehead and a cold complexion.

"The mundane matter has been delayed, so that the two senior brothers have been waiting for a long time!"

After Song Yifei entered the hall, he immediately bowed to the two.

Since they are carrying the "Dayue Sword" and wearing cyan clothes, it proves that the two must be law enforcement disciples with perfect internal strength.

The two glanced at each other, stood up, looked Song Yifei up and down, and their sharp eyes were like blades, as if they were going to cut Song Yifei apart.

"Senior Brother Song, these two law enforcement ......"

Ma Zhao got up with a smile and was about to speak, when he was interrupted by a wave of his hand from a law enforcement disciple with a black mole on his face.

"You are Song Yifei?" asked the law enforcement disciple with a cyan birthmark on his forehead and a cold face.

Song Yifei showed a trace of timidity that could not be concealed, and said in a trembling tone: "I am!

Law enforcement disciples are similar to police officers in Wudang, and it is normal for ordinary disciples to have fearful emotions when they encounter them.

When a law enforcement disciple encounters a foul doorman, he has the right to cut first and then play and clean up the door.

"Haha!"

Seeing Song Yifei's appearance, the black mole law enforcement disciple suddenly burst out laughing.

"Senior brother panicked! We were just ordered to come over and ask about something!"

"What's the matter?"

Seeing the appearance of the black mole disciple, Song Yifei also showed a relaxed expression.

"Where have you been in the past few days?"

"Most of them are in Lingling County, but yesterday I went to Jintan County with my father because of personal matters!

"Are you sure?"

"What's there to lie about!" Song Yifei showed a strange look.

"In that case, then it's fine!"

The black mole disciple looked at Song Yifei with a smile, then laughed again, picked up the "Dayue Sword" on the table and said, "What a disturbance! Senior brother will leave first!"

After speaking, the black mole disciple should go out of the door first, and the birthmark disciple glanced at Song Yifei again, followed closely behind, and walked out of the door.

"The two senior brothers will have a meal and then leave?" Song Yifei chased after him.

"The affairs in the door are busy, don't dare to delay!"

The black mole disciple waved his hand without looking back.

"Then I'll send my senior brother!"

Song Yifei quickly chased after him, wanting to lead the way.

When Song Yifei was one step away from the law enforcement disciple with a birthmark on his face, the other party suddenly snapped, pulled out the "Dayue Sword" on his waist, turned around and slashed at his head.

The piercing sword roar exploded like thunder, shaking the eardrums!

Due to the fast movement and the fact that he was caught off guard, Song Yifei could only feel the sharp sword wind, and looked stupidly at the blurred sword tip that was constantly magnifying.

The snow-white blade, as bright as a mirror, reflects Song Yifei's sluggish face!

It seems that the next moment, the corpse will be separated.

Clang!

A long sword covered in cyan plunged splintered in, blocking Song Yifei's eyes and stopping the "Dayue Sword" offensive.

"When did the disciples of Wudang become so arrogant? In broad daylight, they dare to commit murder at will!"

A slightly hoarse male voice sounded beside Song Yifei.

Song Yifei was shocked, his steps were connected, and he quickly retreated, and after he was sure that it was safe, he had time to look at the people who saved him.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in a white coarse cloth coat, with a shawl and a scruffy beard, and a jar of liquor in his hand.

"Wudang does things!

When the birthmark disciple saw that the good thing was bad, his face showed a sense of anger. The castration of the "Dayue Sword" changed, and the illusory sword light spread, enveloping the cloth-clothed man.

"Humph!"

The cloth-clothed man snorted disdainfully, rushed out with an arrow, and the sword style in his hand changed, bringing out a bright arc, cutting through the heavy sword shadows.

Rumble!

Feeling the strength of the cloth-clothed man, the birthmark disciple immediately burst out with all his strength, and the strong strength of the internal strength was complete, and the bluestone on the ground was cracked.

Regarding the counterattack of the birthmark disciple, the man in cloth was dismissive.

A sword light as clear as water burst out, distorting in the air, releasing an invisible edge, instantly suppressing the energy released by the birthmark disciple.

The birthmark disciple still wanted to resist, and the cyan long sword was already on his shoulder.

"Haha! Misunderstanding!

At this time, the black mole disciple hurriedly turned around, smiled and said, "Senior Brother Du Cun, I just want to test Senior Brother Song's kung fu!"

"True Qi is released!!Your Excellency shouldn't be a nobody, right?" said the birthmark disciple in a deep voice.

The innate master who can release his true qi is definitely not a nameless person.

It's just that he didn't expect that there would be one in Song Yifei's family.

"What is famous or unknown, I am just an offering of the Song family! But someone gave me the name of Qingjiang Sword before, and it is estimated that few people remember it!

The man took a sip of his wine and smiled slightly self-deprecatingly.

"Qingjiang Sword Ye Feng is the name of the senior, how can we not know! This time it is indeed a misunderstanding, Senior Brother Song is our Wudang disciple, how can Senior Brother Du Cun be a killer!"

The black mole disciple smiled and stood between the two, wanting to push away Ye Feng's long sword with his hand, but Ye Feng didn't have any intention of moving away.

"Senior Brother Song, do you say?"

The black mole disciple who was embarrassed on the spot had to find Song Yifei to play a round.

"Yes, yes! The senior still put away the sword!"

Song Yifei, who came back to his senses, also found a step for the other party.

Hearing Song Yifei's words, Ye Feng put away his sword and returned it to the sheath.

"This time it is indeed the fault of the senior brother, but there is a reason for the incident, and I hope that the senior brother Song can forgive me! As for the reason, it is inconvenient for me to disclose it, and the junior brother will naturally understand after a while! Let's say goodbye, junior brother don't send it!"

After saying that, the black mole disciple took the law enforcement disciple named Du Cun and left in a hurry, not knowing if it was embarrassing or really busy.