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Song Qingshu is located in the center of the practice ground, with a vigorous body, neat movements, a focused expression on his handsome face, a sword light, and a "sneering" sound, and his power is amazing.

Although watching others practice is a taboo in the martial arts, Lin Xiaoqing didn't pay attention to it, didn't make a sound, just stood next to a low pine tree, leaned on the vigorous oblique branches, and watched with a smile.

A fresh morning breeze swept through the treetops, gently blowing, stirring the white veil in front of her face, the pale pink shirt fluttering, and the robe with a slight sound.

The slender and graceful jade body, the fluttering white gauze and the pale pink Luo shirt, looking at it from afar, look like a fairy concubine, not like a mortal person.

With Lin Xiaoqing's light skills, it was difficult for Song Qingshu to notice his approach, but the sound of his clothes fluttering woke him up from his swordsmanship.

"It's you!" Song Qingshu held the sword in front of his chest, looking at her with a frown, and his tone was quite unkind.

When he was in the Western Regions, Lin Xiaoqing was not very friendly to him, Song Qingshu was not broad-minded, he remembered it, and he was fascinated by her unparalleled beauty, and he didn't want to be polite to her like an ordinary person, and he faintly wanted to arouse her attention in his heart.

"Song Shaoxia, long time no see. Lin Xiaoqing bowed, her eyes swept slightly, and she swept over Song Qingshu's face like water, her movements were graceful and seductive, and she had the aura of upside down beings between her hands and feet.

“...... Long time no see. Swept away by her sparkling eyes, Song Qingshu involuntarily returned the salute with a fist.

Lin Xiaoqinglian moved slightly, and Ran Ran swept over like a floating cloud, bringing a faint fragrance, which made Song Qingshu's face blush, and at this moment, he couldn't think of Zhou Zhiruo.

When she came to Song Qingshu, Lin Xiaoqing pursed her lips and smiled: "What Song Shaoxia practiced just now is the Thirteen Swords of Wudang's Peerless Divine Gate?"

Song Qingshu's heart was intoxicated, although there was a white veil blocking her jade face, just a pair of sparkling eyes had made him unable to extricate himself, and nodded absentmindedly.

Seeing his unbearable appearance like this, Lin Xiaoqing didn't think much about it, when the men in the world saw him, his situation was similar to that of Song Qingshu, not that they were not powerful enough, but that everyone had a love for beauty, but it was just a common surname of people, and he couldn't complain about them.

As for the senior brother, he is really not a mortal, but ordinary people cannot be compared with him.

"The last time I saw Yin Liuxia's envoys, this Divine Gate Thirteen Swords is indeed extraordinary!" Lin Xiaoqing patted her jade palm and said in a coquettish voice, her voice was delicate and soft.

Song Qingshu was intoxicated by her flowing eye waves, unable to extricate herself, for Lin Xiaoqing's words, she only listened to her ears, but did not enter her heart, and her eyes were faintly confused.

Lin Xiaoqing was a little impatient, she had a heart, so she didn't have a good impression of other men's eyes, she was just too lazy to care and turned a blind eye, but she was stared at all the time, and it naturally didn't feel very good.

She coughed clearly, with a clear voice in her delicate voice, Song Qingshu only felt a shock to her body, as if a cup of clear spring was poured into Baihui acupoint, and she couldn't help but feel refreshed, and her mind was extremely clear.

Only then did he realize his gaffe, but he didn't know how to explain it, so he had to be silent, slowly put the long sword into the sheath, and had nothing to say: "Lin Nuxia got up so early......"

"Isn't that behind you?" Lin Xiaoqing glanced at him and laughed coquettishly: "Are you boasting about your hard work?!"

Song Qingshu hurriedly shook his head and hurriedly said, "I have no intention of doing this!"

"Look at you," the index finger was as slender as jade, and the void nodded at him, and Lin Xiaoqing sneered: "It's so serious, you can't joke!"

Song Qingshujun's face was slightly red, feeling that he was clumsy in front of her, and he was played around by her, but he was as happy as he was.

Seeing that his face was red, he classified Song Qingshu as a young little guy, not worthy of his disgust, and the idea of teasing was great, and he laughed coquettishly: "Song Shaoxia, the last time we met in the Western Regions, I wanted to learn a good trick, and now by chance, we meet again, why don't you really try it?"

Song Qingshu couldn't help but suffocate, and he had to refuse if he didn't want to.

This is not the general reason last time, what is the general reason for saying that good men don't fight with women, even if they win, they are not victorious, but the real reason is that there is no need to compete at all, the result is obvious, it is just a humiliation, this Lin Xiaoqing's martial arts are definitely not comparable to himself!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel depressed, Miss Lin is the junior sister surnamed Xiao, and she is so powerful, he himself is even more difficult to shake, even if he practices hard, he doesn't know if he can repay the hatred of taking his wife in this life?!

Every time he thought of this question, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel frustrated and irritable, forcing himself not to think about it and practice harder.

It was as if it was a sword blade hanging over his head, urging him to practice desperately and forget himself.

Seeing that Song Qingshujun's face was gloomy, as if he could drip water, and there seemed to be two flames burning in his eyes, Lin Xiaoqing smiled: "Song Shaoxia, the little woman can see that you are not ambitious, you want to defeat my senior brother, right?"

Song Qingshu looked at him fixedly, thought about it, and nodded slowly: "Yes, I will definitely defeat him!"

Lin Xiaoqing couldn't help but laugh, looked at him, covered her cherry lips with her jade hand through the white veil, and giggled, her voice was like a silver bell, which was extremely pleasant.

Song Qingshu didn't have time to appreciate the pleasantness of her voice, frowned, looked at her unhappily, her eyes were full of anger, and said slowly: "Lin Nuxia, I don't know what's so funny about what you say?!"

"Giggle...... , giggle......" Lin Xiaoqing laughed wildly, tried to stop laughing, put down the jade hand on Sakura's lips, shook her head and looked at him, and said with a smile: "It's not that the little woman looks down on you Song Shaoxia, with your current martial arts, if you want to defeat my senior brother, it's just ...... It's ridiculous!"

"I can't see any absurdity below!" Song Qingshu gritted his teeth and said slowly, his tone was ruthless and his eyes were not good.

"Okay, if I don't laugh, it's just!" Lin Xiaoqing completely stopped laughing, her voice was calm, her demeanor was dignified, and she said slowly: "Forgive the little woman for being blunt, even if ten Song Shaoxia are added together, there will be no chance of winning if they besiege my senior brother." ”

Song Qingshu wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

"It's better like this, let's compare, you can take a look at the swordsmanship of my Shuiyun Sect,...... How is it?" Lin Xiaoqing's eyes were like water, looking at him with a smile.

Song Qingshu's eyebrows furrowed again, quite puzzled by what she thought, only to feel extremely weird, there is someone who wants to help others deal with their senior brother?

Lin Xiaoqing frowned slightly at this time, wrinkled her nose, and said coquettishly: "Hmph, I can't see the appearance of senior brother in his eyes, if someone can defeat him, it's the best!"

Song Qingshu was a little stunned, but it turned out to be a battle of will between their brothers and sisters.

Although I don't know if it's true or not, there is always a glimmer of hope, if I can get a glimpse of the mystery of the swordsmanship of the Water Cloud Sect, it will be a great achievement.

"That being the case, then I will be able to learn the swordsmanship of the Shuiyun Sect in the next place!" Song Qingshu did not have the open-mindedness of the Wudang Seven Heroes, and he did not dare to refuse, lest she suddenly change her mind.

He slowly drew his sword, the cold light flickered, it was also a sharp sword, Lin Xiaoqing also took off the long sword from the slender waist that Ying Ying held in his hand, and slowly pulled out the sheath, the sword body was like a cold spring, flickering.

Song Qingshu's legs are slightly divided, not Ding or eight, the sword is horizontal in front of his chest, just like Yue stopping the abyss, the aura is extraordinary, and he has faintly had the demeanor of everyone.

At this time, he was awe-inspiring, only to feel that as the other party drew his sword out of the sheath, a cold and sensible breath rushed to his face, like a fierce tiger, waiting for an opportunity to advance, but he didn't dare to attack, so he could only put down a careful posture and struggled to support.

Song Qingshu never thought that just the action of drawing a sword would be as powerful!

Lin Xiaoqing's jade arm stretched, and she slowly drew her sword out of its sheath, her movements were extremely slow, as if she was pulling out inch by inch.

As more and more sword bodies appeared, Song Qingshu on the opposite side felt more and more difficult, as if he was trapped in an ice cellar, and his blood was about to stiffen.

When the sword was finally unsheathed, she held the sword in one hand and the sheath in the other, unceremoniously, stabbing with the sword, and shouting coquettishly: "Song Shaoxia, there is an arrogance!"

The tip of the sword turned into a little cold, hitting Song Qingshu's eyebrows, extremely fast, Song Qingshu wanted to make a move, but he felt that his body was stiff, his reaction was slow, his hands and feet did not cooperate, his wrist moved, and he just raised the sword, his eyebrows were already cold, and the tip of the sword faintly touched the center of his eyebrows, and it was very close.

Lin Xiaoqing slowly retracted the sword, took the tip of the sword away from his eyebrows, Yingying's eyes stared at him, her face was cold, the sandalwood mouth under the white veil opened slightly, and said slowly: "Song Shaoxia, you are defeated!"

"I ...... Defeated?" Song Qingshu's eyes slowly turned from stillness, and his stunned gaze slowly gathered on Lin Xiaoqing in front of him, looked at it a few times, his face was miserable, and he smiled bitterly: "I'm defeated!"

"Song Shaoxia, if my senior brother makes this move and the sword is pulled out of its sheath, you can't move your whole body, you can only let it be slaughtered. Lin Xiaoqing put the long sword back into the sheath, lightly swept a strand of hair on the sideburns, and shook her head.

Song Qingshu was silent, his heart was heavy, like a boulder on it, and he couldn't breathe.

He never thought that there would be such martial arts, a soldier who surrendered without a fight, nothing more than this, how could he be an enemy?!

"Do you want to learn how to practice this trick?" Lin Xiaoqing asked in a coquettish voice with bright eyes and a smile.

Song Qingshu was suddenly shocked, nodded hurriedly, and did not hesitate, not caring about the self-esteem of his famous family.

(To be continued)