As mentioned last time: Gui Xuerou used "tricks" to make the relationship between Yue Xingchen and Lin Ziquan, who were already in love with each other, clearer, and she herself inadvertently revealed a little good impression of Du Shaoyang.

Henan, very close to Hebei, where the capital is located, is pregnant with a sect of profound swordsmanship. This sect took root and gained a foothold on the ethereal and topless Qingxu Mountain, and its name was "Qingxu School".

"Yawn, yawn, yawn!" Du Shaoyang sneezed three times in a row, he frowned, and rubbed his nose back and forth with the index fingers of both hands. Du Shaoyang shook his head lightly and said, "What the hell is going on, early in the morning, the air on Qingxu Mountain is so good, why does this nose keep itching." As soon as he finished speaking, he sneezed again. Du Shaoyang's expression was helpless, he sighed, and said, "It seems that the luck has been bad recently!" At this time, Li Qingshuang passed by Du Shaoyang with a wooden basin full of clothes, and said with a smile: "Brother Shaoyang, you can't catch a cold, right?" Du Shaoyang put aside the dust-sealing sword in his hand, turned back and forth a few times, and said, "How come, Qing'er, my body has always been okay, it is impossible to catch a cold." Li Qingshuang disagreed, with a worried face, and said: "Brother Shaoyang, you have recently gotten up to practice swords before dawn, this is almost the late autumn season, not to mention that Qingxu Mountain is cooler in the morning, you practice swords and sweat, and you are blown by the cold mountain wind, no matter how good your body is, you will catch a cold sooner or later." Du Shaoyang saw that Li Qingshuang cared so much about himself, his heart suddenly warmed, and the itching sensation in his nose disappeared in an instant, he rubbed his eyes and said with a smile: "I know that Qing'er is the best for me, you can rest assured, I will pay more attention to my body." After practicing the sword later, I will go to the pharmacy to boil a bowl of bitter medicine and take a sip of it, and keep it for tonight. Li Qingshuang put down the wooden basin, wiped the sweat on Du Shaoyang's face with his sleeve, and asked, "Brother Shaoyang, although I know that you are diligent in practicing martial arts on weekdays, you are not as desperate as you have been in recent times. Every time I see you and Uncle Taixu talking, my expression becomes solemn, what happened? I really haven't seen you smile happily for a while. Du Shaoyang looked at Li Qingshuang blankly, his brows furrowed, and after a while, he said solemnly: "Qing'er, actually, nothing special has happened recently. But in a few days, I am afraid that one person will come to our sect to learn swordsmanship. Uncle Shi is very old, and he is unwilling to use all his internal strength to deal with the junior martial arts, which makes his swordsmanship imprisoned to a great extent, if he meets an ordinary master, he can still deal with it easily. But when I met a top master, I was afraid that Uncle Shi would definitely suffer, and the defeat against Wan Tianba in the quarterfinals of the last martial arts conference was the best example. The last injury took Uncle Shi nearly two months to recuperate, and he was about to heal. Therefore, no matter what happens this time, I don't want Uncle Shi to come out to deal with these disputes in the rivers and lakes. Speaking of this, he subconsciously turned sideways, not wanting Li Qingshuang to see the change in his expression. Seeing this, Li Qingshuang held Du Shaoyang's hand tightly and sent him warmth.

Du Shaoyang gently stroked Li Qingshuang's little hand and said, "Qing'er, for so many years, you have washed and made my bed, taken care of me in food, clothing and daily life, and your hands are all wrinkled. Li Qingshuang shyly retracted her right hand and said in a low voice: "Brother Shaoyang, what are we still thinking about between us." Qing'er is in trouble, and you will come to save me as soon as possible, won't you?" Du Shaoyang smiled and nodded, and said, "This is natural, if anyone dares to hurt Qing'er, I will definitely knock them all down with three punches and two kicks." Li Qingshuang deliberately flattered: "Yes, yes, you are the best." Du Shaoyang laughed happily, yes, even he himself realized that he hadn't laughed so happily for a long time.

Du Shaoyang pulled Li Qingshuang to sit down on the stone bench on the side, looked at the clouds and mist trees in the mountains, and said, "Back then, Master and the six-pointed star immortals fought here for a whole day and a night. In the end, although he defeated the man by half a move, his spirit was basically exhausted, and he was old, and his recovery ability was far inferior to that of his prime, so he finally failed to survive and left us. And this time, the situation is exactly the same as back then. For more than a month, there has been a young swordsman with superb swordsmanship, and he has been restless. He searched everywhere for someone to compete with his sword, just to prove that his swordsmanship is the best today. I heard from the nephew of Yinli who went down the mountain to inquire about the news that this person's nickname is 'white-haired demon boy', and he is the Shandong Yujian Gate that is as famous as our Qingxu faction. And I also heard that before he left the sect, he had fought with his master's 'Sword Shock Bafang' Tan Boxiong's senior, guess what the result was?" Li Qingshuang looked at Du Shaoyang's solemn expression, and guessed a little in his heart, and said, "Could it be that this white-haired demon boy actually defeated his master?" Du Shaoyang nodded, sighed again, and continued: "Yes, it's not all, he actually killed his master with his own hands. Li Qingshuang's eyes widened when she heard this, and she was shocked.

Du Shaoyang gently patted her on the back and said, "Killing teachers is the most hateful, shameful, and inhumane behavior in the rivers and lakes. Although we don't know the specific situation, I heard Uncle Shi say that Tan Boxiong's predecessor's swordsmanship can be compared with him, and even with the ancestor who is called 'Sword Soul' by the Jianghu people. Judging from the fact that he was able to defeat Tan Boxiong's predecessors, his swordsmanship must have reached the pinnacle. A few days ago, he had already set out from Shandong, looking for a sword training sect along the road to compete, presumably not long after, he would definitely come to Qingxu Mountain to ask for advice from our sect. Speaking of this, Du Shaoyang couldn't help but stand up and look into the distance, as if he could see the figure of the white-haired demon boy, and said: "If he really comes, we shouldn't fight, we will definitely be laughed at by the Jianghu people, saying that the Qingxu faction has fallen and no one is there." So, this time we had to fight. In order not to let my uncle go on any more adventures, I am the only one to fight, so I have been frowning recently and practicing my sword diligently!"

After listening to Du Shaoyang's words, Li Qingshuang's face suddenly turned pale, and said: "Brother Shaoyang, can't you hold Yuan and Shouyi and two senior brothers? Why do you have to fight a duel with that white-haired demon boy who has no humanity? If two tigers fight, one will be injured!" Du Shaoyang looked back at her and said with a wry smile: "I said before, 'People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves'." The two senior brothers also have to control the affairs of the sect, and they may not be able to distract themselves from dealing with a madman. Unless the white-haired demon boy doesn't come, this sword contest can't be avoided. However, Qing'er, you don't have to worry too much, even if his swordsmanship is unfathomable, I won't have a trace of fear, and I am confident that in terms of swordsmanship, I will definitely not lose to anyone. What's more, he must have been tired and tired from competing with people along the road, and I ate and slept well on the mountain all day long, and I also fought with him in Qingxu Mountain, waiting for work. Even before I started, I was already slightly better than him. Li Qingshuang bit her lower lip and said, "Brother Shaoyang, even so, I don't want to see you in any danger." Do you know how worried I was last time at the Death Gate, when you almost lost your life to save me. After speaking, her nose was sore, and crystal tears dripped from the corners of her eyes.

Du Shaoyang gently held her in his arms, wiped away her tears with his hands, and said with a smile: "Silly Qing'er, you know Brother Shaoyang's strength best, and I won't lose to him." Take 10,000 steps back and say, if I can't beat him, I will take the initiative to admit defeat and won't let him seriously hurt me. Believe me, I still have this ability to protect myself. Li Qingshuang sobbed and asked in a choked voice, "Really?" Du Shaoyang gently stroked her hair and said categorically: "When did Brother Shaoyang lie to you? Okay, okay, don't cry, let's go dry the clothes together." Soon the clouds will lift, the sun will come out, and I don't want to run out of clothes tonight. Li Qingshuang was amused by what he said again, nodded slightly, and said, "Okay, let's be together!" ......

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