Even in the last few days, people from all walks of life who came to the Jingzhao rudder were still not rare. Although the Jingzhao rudder is large, it is a rudder after all, which is not as good as the 1 www.biquge.info 00 acres of Xiaojian Villa. Except for the doorman's quarters, the rest of the rooms are not small, but they cannot accommodate all the visitors. Fortunately, there is a list written when inviting heroes from all walks of life, even if there are many visits, the doorman holds a pair of lists, and those on it are invited to enter, and those on it refuse politely. With the temperament of the wind in vain, the uninvited person has nothing to do with the Jingdaomen, wherever he goes, listen to the respect. Li Yuanying originally knew this best, but he still "disobeyed" and went to the 100 rooms of three larger inns in Jingzhao City in one fell swoop, and divided them into reckless heroes from all directions, and his addiction to food and alcohol was also included. In this way, the rough men who were happy with wine and meat praised him with their thumbs when they mentioned the wind master, but this move gathered a lot of popularity for him, even if it was only temporary.

As soon as the measure of "removing the rough and extracting the fine" was implemented, the workload of Feng Bu was shrinking day by day, and he gradually withdrew from the crowd to consider the east wind that was only slightly lacking when everything was ready-Qin Songyue. In fact, in the eyes of the people close to him, even if the head of the house is busy, he has always been concerned about his "Uncle Qin", the most prominent point is that "Uncle Qin" has lunch every day, and the head of the door not only has to ask, but also has to personally "check". As for how the head "checks", the people don't know, because at that time, they will always withdraw from the center of the stern and cold gaze of the head of the house, and involuntarily recall what they did wrong, but they can't find the result, even if it is Li Yuanying, they don't know what the head wants. But there is one thing that is very interesting, Qin Songyue always takes a nap after lunch, and this will be a long nap, every evening when it is approaching, he wakes up leisurely, his eyes are empty, his mind is blank, and at this time, Feng Buyuan will always happen to come to his room and talk to him.

On this day, the wind came as promised, but it came early, he moved a chair and put it in front of Qin Songyue's bed, and sat quietly and waited for him to wake up. After a while, Qin Songyue opened his eyes, revealing a look that was no different from before, he was not surprised to see the wind in front of him, he got up and leaned against the head of the bed, looking at him in the same silence.

"Tomorrow is the day to compete for the leader of the alliance!" the wind reminded straight to the point.

"Who is competing for the alliance leader?" Qin Songyue asked indifferently.

"Xiao Jian Zhao Guangzhen, Yi Jian Qi Zhiyan, Miao Jian Dugu Mei!" replied Feng Bu in vain.

"I've never heard of any. Qin Songyue replied indifferently.

"Then have you ever heard of someone's name?" Hearing this, Feng Bufu's eyes were mixed with nervousness and anticipation.

"It seems that there is a Jing Dao master, called Feng No...."Qin Songyue paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and said the last word: "Vain"

"How does the wind look like in vain?"

"That person is just like you!" Qin Songyue looked at it for a while and said seriously.

"I'm the wind!" Big brother still remembers his name?" Wind couldn't help but clench his fists.

"You just don't have to be in vain, very good, very good..."Qin Songyue praised a few words without a head, and fell into a tangle without warning: "My name is Qin Song... Qin Hang... Qin Yi..."Every time he paused, Qin Songyue's eyes always lit up and dimmed. Feng Buvain watched quietly from the sidelines, without hinting at a single point.

"My name is..."Although Qin Songyue's expression was still the same, he was obviously already in a deep contemplation, and finally, he looked at the wind with burning eyes and said, "I am Qin Songyue of Xiaojian Mountain Villa!"

"Xiaojian Villa is famous all over the world, although your surname is Qin, how can you prove it?" Feng waved his hand in vain, as if he didn't believe it.

"This is not difficult!" Qin Songyue's right hand stretched out to grasp the void, and the teacup on the table of the Eight Immortals seemed to be tied with silk threads connected to his hand, floating towards him without hindrance. The distance is more than a foot, Qin Songyue's gesture changed, stretched out two fingers like a sword blade, and struck out six swords one after another, secretly hooking, hanging, pointing, picking, slashing, and teasing six styles, each style is extremely slow, it seems that the wind is not in vain to see a clear understanding, each style condenses the pure inner of the Qin family's Longyun swordsmanship, and the clouds and flowing water are seamless, if it is not for decades of attainments in Longyun swordsmanship, it will be impossible to achieve this realm.

Feng didn't bother his eyes in vain, and instead of staring at Qin Songyue's fingers, he looked at the teacup that seemed to be floating in the air. When Qin Songyue's six moves were finished, Feng Buvain's figure shook slightly, and he held the teacup in his hand, only to see that it was either dotted or line-engraved, with different lines of different depths, which showed that the internal force had been used as he wanted. Feng Bu picked up the teapot, slowly poured the water into the cup, and drank it, and his face was as intoxicated as tasting wine.

"Uncle Qin, there is only one owner of Xiaojian Villa, and that is you Qin Songyue!" Feng Bu drank another cup in vain, and said righteously.

"What about those who are vying for the alliance leader, have they all been killed?" Qin Songyue asked coldly with a stiff face.

"No, leave them for the time being, it seems that they can still be used now!" Feng Buvain heard Qin Songyue so resolute, and his face showed a little surprise.

"Okay, what do you want me to do?" Qin Songyue got up and got out of bed, coming before the wind approached.

"Defeat them, if they kill each other, you don't have to be too merciful!" Feng Buvain said casually, took out half of the black yarn from his sleeve and handed it to Qin Songyue: "When you show up tomorrow, bring this with you!" and..." Feng Buvain leaned close to his ear and whispered softly.

"Got it!" Qin Songyue nodded.

Feng Buvain looked at him and thought for a while, there should be nothing to explain, he arched his hand and was about to go out, walked to the door and turned back and said: "Don't go out tonight, recharge your energy to deal with unexpected changes!" After speaking, he didn't have the heart to see Qin Songyue's reaction, so he went out. From the perspective of Feng Buying, his choice was right, until he walked away, Qin Songyue's face did not change in any way, he just sat down at the table slowly, his fingers wrapped around the black veil.

Leaving Qin Songyue's residence, Feng Buyi's heart was extremely comfortable, he did not return to his room, but found the doorman who was responsible for presenting the meal to Qin Songyue with great interest, and said with a smile: "From tomorrow, Uncle Qin's lunch, you don't need to take it to me first, just send it directly!"

"No!" the doorman hurriedly took the order, got up and looked up to find the back of the master, but only felt the wind he brought when he left.