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It was rare to see snow in Lin'an City. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When a snow fell, the disturbing world suddenly became holy, and as far as the eye could see, the sky and the earth were snow-white.

West Lake is like Xizi, at this time, it seems to be covered with a layer of mink.

The woods within a mile radius of Guanyun Villa are as green as summer, and there is no trace of white snow on the trees, as if it has never snowed.

Such an abnormality naturally arouses people's curiosity, but people know that the owner of Guanyun Villa is Xiao Yihan, a famous sword in the martial arts, with superb martial arts and ruthlessness.

Although now the sword has been traced, nowhere to be seen, it is said that it has been hidden in the mountains and forests, but who knows whether he will appear suddenly, so no one dares to set foot in Guanyun Villa.

At night, the West Lake is still lit up, the paintings are dotted, and the whole West Lake is noisy, lively and extraordinary, prosperous and prosperous, as bright as fireworks.

A medium-sized painting was parked in the middle of the lake, and the surrounding area was empty, and none of the paintings approached, as if avoiding a snake and scorpion.

This painting can be so quiet, but also because of Xiao Yihan, because there is a word given by Xiao Yihan on this painting.

Xiao Yihan is a retreat, but he is not an immortal, if someone offends, maybe, he will come out of the mountain again.

The people in the world, most of them are smart people, and very few are fools, they will speculate in their hearts that Xiao Yihan is certainly in hiding, it seems that this news is true, he has never appeared again, but he has not posted a hero post and summoned the martial arts heroes to carry out the golden basin washing ceremony, if someone provokes him, maybe, he will come out of the mountain again, and he will use this person to stand up.

Under such thoughts, no one dares to offend the painting ship, and it is rare for people in the martial arts to be so united, and it can be regarded as a strange thing.

In the painting, the lights are bright, like daylight, two graceful women sit opposite each other, one woman presses a yaoqin, the other woman plays the flute, from time to time her eyes face each other, showing a knowing smile.

Another girl, sitting on the side, holding her chin with her little hand, watched the two girls stroke the piano and play the flute, and listened attentively.

The sound of the piano and the sound of the flute correspond to each other, as if the two of them are standing on the top of a high mountain, looking up at the floating clouds, looking down on all living beings, fierce and fierce, heroic and dry, and sympathetic to each other.

These three people are Song Mengjun, Su Qingqing, and Xiaoxiang.

Xiaoxiang has been influenced by Su Qingqing since she was a child, although she is not good at music theory, she has a high appreciation for music theory, and she heard the beauty of this song.

Her beautiful face was flushed, and her eyes were shining and excited.

After a while, the sound of "Zheng" sounded, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Xiao Sheng also stopped, and the two pairs of wonderful eyes looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed.

"Alas, no, I still can't go up. Su Qingqing shook her head, she was wearing a moon-white Luo shirt, pure and elegant.

"This song is proud of the rivers and lakes, but it's too difficult. Song Mengjun's expression was indifferent, and her jade face seemed to be carved from a cold jade, comforting her lightly.

"When I listen to Mr. Xiao caress this song, it is like walking on the ground. Su Qingqing muttered unwillingly, glaring at Yaoqin under her with hatred.

Song Mengjun said lightly: "Don't be anxious, in my opinion, according to Sister Jiang's words, practice control first, and then stroke the piano!"

"This method is too weird...... Su Qingqing sighed.

Song Mengjun pursed his lips and smiled, the indifference on his face was like ice and snow, and he shook his head.

"Sister Song, let's practice together?!" Su Qingqing showed a pleading look and looked at Song Mengjun with blank eyes.

Song Mengjun shook his head and smiled: "This is the exclusive magic method given to you by Sister Jiang, if I practice, I'm afraid it will be inappropriate!"

Su Qingqing hugged her jade arm, shook it vigorously, and said loudly: "She is obviously talking to the two of us!"

“...... Okay, okay!" Song Mengjun hesitated for a moment, couldn't bear her shaking, and nodded in agreement.

The method practiced by the two is indeed unique.

Jiang Nanyun heard that the two of them borrowed the master's Xiaoao Jianghu music score, and she secretly laughed in her heart at that time, she deeply understood the difficulty of this song.

Su Qingqing gave up, thought about it, got up and pushed open the window, a cold wind came to her face, she couldn't help but shrink, sat back in front of the desk, and sighed: "Sister Jiang said in the letter that she will come over at the end of this month, and I don't know what day it is." ”

"It's been these two days. Song Mengjun played with the jade flute in his hand and said unhurriedly.

Su Qingqing raised his head: "Will Mr. Xiao also come along?"

"No, it won't. Song Mengjun said flatly.

"That's not for sure," Su Qingqing frowned, and snorted: "It's been half a year since he went into hiding, and he should be very quiet!"

"I heard Sister Jiang say that every time Mr. Xiao enters the Ding, it will be at least ten days and half a month. Song Mengjun said, putting down the white jade flute: "Ten days is just a flick of his fingers for him, how can he feel that it is a long time?!"

Su Qingqing stretched out his hand to press the white jade flute, put it in front of him to play with it, admired it carefully, and said with a smile: "This jade flute is the best!"

"Bring it!" Song Mengjun glared at her and snorted coldly.

She has always been cold, and Su Qingqing was not surprised by her cold words, ignored her, and still looked at her over and over again.

Song Mengjun stood up with a "whew", stepped out, and in a flash, he arrived in front of her, and snatched it with his hand.

Su Qingqing twisted his body, just right, avoided Song Mengjun's hand, hid behind him, and said with a smile: "Why is Sister Song so tight?!"

"Bring it quickly!" Song Mengjun's face became even colder, his body shook again, his speed was faster, and he pointed at the sword, slamming her right shoulder.

"Giggles, is Sister Song really going to move?!" Su Qingqing smiled, and with a unique step under her feet, she tossed and turned between the desk and the embroidery pier, her clothes fluttering.

Song Mengjun was silent, just blindly chasing her, trying to restrain her.

It's just that Su Qingqing's family inheritance is exquisite, and Song Mengjun's martial arts are certainly better than her, but when it comes to body skills, they are not much different, and for a while, there is nothing to do about her.

As her figure moved, Su Qingqing smiled and said, "Sister Song has always been humiliated and not frightened, and she doesn't linger on foreign objects, why is she so concerned about this jade flute?"

Song Mengjun suddenly stopped, holding the short table, glaring at her fiercely with bright eyes, and a touch of crimson appeared on his ice-like face.

"Ah, Sister Song blushed!" Su Qingqing was surprised, as if she had seen something terrible.

"Xiao Nizi, see if I don't spill your mouth!" Song Mengjun glanced at her fiercely, Suo surname no longer bothered, picked up the music score next to the piano, and wanted to tear it up.

"Slow!" Su Qingqing's face changed suddenly.

Song Mengjun pursed her lips tightly, glared at her and said, "What's wrong?!"

"Hee-hee, Sister Song, come, the jade flute is for you!" Su Qingqing came over flatteringly and presented the jade flute with both hands.

The whole body of the jade flute is snow-white and flawless, exquisite, and the moire is wrapped around it, as if it is a dragon wrapped around the pillar, and there seems to be a clear spring water flowing slowly in the jade flute.

Song Mengjun held the music score in one hand and took the jade flute in the other.

The jade flute is warm and delicate, and there seems to be a cool breath coming from the palm, and the whole body is smooth, and the mind is suddenly clearer.

"Xiao Nizi, count you as acquaintances!" Song Mengjun glared at her fiercely and slowly put down the score.

"Hehe, good sister, don't dare anymore!" Su Qingqing continued to beg for mercy, carefully picking up the score with both hands.

The two had a fight and sat down to rest.

Xiaoxiang came over and handed over two teas, the tea cups were snow-white and delicate, which was snow porcelain.

"Well, the peach blossom tea is really extraordinary. Su Qingqing took a sip lightly, slightly closed her eyes, and was intoxicated.

Although Song Mengjun was not so exaggerated, he also sighed slightly and enjoyed it.

"Sister Song, you have to save a little drink, and I'm going to finish it soon. Su Qingqing said and gently put down the teacup.

Song Mengjun nodded with a snow porcelain teacup: "Well, let Sister Jiang bring more next year." ”

"No, Sister Jiang said, this tea is planted on a big stone, there are not many on the island, Mr. Xiao likes to drink it, and she secretly hid it. Su Qingqing said helplessly.

"When did she say that?" Song Mengjun looked up at her.

"You went out there, Sister Jiang's letter, you didn't see it. Su Qingqing spit out her tongue.

"Where's the letter?" Song Mengjun asked with a frown.

"Hehe, I was accidentally blown into the lake, and I couldn't catch it. Su Qingqing said cautiously.

Song Mengjun glared at her fiercely, no longer pursuing it, she also remembered that for a while, the Qinghua Gang was in trouble, and she was busy solving it, so she didn't care about coming to Su Qingqing.

Su Qingqing said with a flattering smile: "Sister Song, Mr. Xiao's craftsmanship is really good, and I envy this jade flute!"

"You also beg him to make one!" Song Mengjun said lightly.

"Alas...... , Mr. Xiao will not agree. Su Qingqing said helplessly, showing a look of distress.

Xiao Yuesheng is usually not generous, and gave Song Mengjun a white jade flute, but it was to resolve her grudge with Pan Roar, and that volume of music score can be regarded as a gift to Su Qingqing, which can be regarded as a share of the audience, but there will be nothing.

Song Mengjun pursed her lips and smiled, looking at her with a helpless look, which made Su Qingqing indignant, and snorted: "I don't believe it,...... I'll beg Sister Jiang in the future!"

"Okay, okay, let's go, let's go and practice the method of playing the qin. Song Mengjun said, said that, and walked out.

"Okay!" Su Qingqing suddenly jumped with joy.

The painting fat drove slowly, close to the painting fat not far away, and the three of them got on Song Mengjun's painting fat, left the West Lake, and arrived at Guanyun Villa.

Knocking on the door, there was a "squeak", and the door was opened, revealing a gray-haired old man with deep wrinkles on his face, crisscrossing the cloth.

"Fauber. The two girls laughed.

The old man hurriedly agreed, opened the door, and let the three of them in.

There are still people in Guanyun Villa, but there are only two or three, it is Fu Bo and his wife, and a little granddaughter.

The two girls are regular customers of Guanyun Villa, and since Xiao Yuesheng and they left, they have been allowed to come and go freely, and they can be regarded as their own home.

The entire Guanyun Villa is shrouded in several large arrays, warm as spring, the cold air cannot invade, there is no need to clean it usually, it is naturally dust-free, and several rooms are also confined and disappear, no one can see it, and it can break in.

The second daughter was once curious, and traveled around the entire villa, but she didn't notice that Xiao Yuesheng's bedroom and study were as if they had never existed.

The three of them came in and went straight to the back garden.

In the back garden, a hundred flowers are blooming, like a rush for spring, a midsummer atmosphere.

"And the dewdrops!" Su Qingqing's eyes lit up and she laughed coquettishly.

Song Mengjun looked around and nodded: "It's just right, let's start practicing!"

The two of them flashed into the flower garden, each approaching a rose, and slowly approached the petals with their fingers.

On the bright petals, a few dew drops condensed, like gems, shining in the bright sun.

With a flick of the delicate fingers, the dew disappeared, the petals trembled slightly, and the rest of the dew was shaken down.

"Alas, it's really not easy!" Su Qingqing shook his head and sighed.

"This is the practice of Shaolin Flower Fingers, how can it be so easy?!" Song Mengjun said lightly, his fingers slowly approaching a rose again.

With a flick of your fingers, the dew on the petals is flicked off, but the petals are not alarmed, and this is considered to be entering the house.

Although they were extremely careful and moved slowly, they still alarmed the petals, which was too far away.

Sister Jiang said that she popped out with one finger, and she was able to bounce off the dew on dozens of petals at the same time, and the petals did not move at all, which was the initial meeting of Mr. Xiao's requirements. Su Qingqing sighed.

"Now I know that this seems easy, but it is extremely difficult. Song Mengjun shook his head, a little melancholy, he didn't expect that the gap between himself and Jiang Nanyun was so big that it couldn't be reasoned.

This morning, the two of them practiced with more than a dozen roses in the back garden, and broke a few petals, because this was Xiao Yuesheng's flower, they were extremely careful, and they would rather not touch the petals than shoot too heavily and break the petals.

At noon, there is no food here, Fu Bo and his family eat very simply, far from inheriting the tradition of Guanyun Villa, and the food is extremely light and tasteless, the three of them are really not used to eating, so they quit and leave.

Back in the painting, Xiaoxiang cooked, Su Qingqing also helped, she was very good at cooking, and cooking herself was her usual way to relieve loneliness.

As the eldest lady of the Su family, she is like a princess, but she does the work of a subordinate, and her father is so angry that she stares at her, but she finally can't resist her.

Xiaoxiang is smart and talented in cooking, and the two of them make soup with their hands and make it extremely delicious.

The three of them were eating around a table, when a loud shout suddenly came from outside: "Miss Su......"

Xiaoxiang put down the dishes and chopsticks, twisted Xiaoliu's waist, lifted the curtain out, and stood at the bow of the boat, with a delicate voice: "It's you!"

Outside, in a small boat, there was a person standing, erect and handsome, it was Qi Yuanhan, Pan Roar's eldest disciple.

He has a long body and a graceful demeanor, like a jade tree standing in the wind.

"Miss Xiaoxiang, on the orders of the family teacher, came to deliver the letter. Qi Yuanhan clenched his fists and smiled slightly, implicit but not public, just right.

Xiao Xiang suddenly smiled, and hurriedly said, "Is it Miss Jiang's letter?"

"Exactly. Qi Yuanhan nodded, also smiled, and said, "It's Senior Sister Jiang's letter, please take it." ”

After that, he took out a letter from his bosom, bent his wrist and shook it hard, and the envelope suddenly burst into the air, like a sharp blade, with a sound of "snort" and "snort", and the momentum was fierce.

This kind of skill is already good among the young generation of masters.

He is very intellectual, although Su Qingqing and the two daughters are stunning, he does not have any distracting thoughts, knowing that they have a close relationship with Uncle Xiao, so he does not appear in the painting, so as not to see their faces, his heart is ready to move, and it is difficult to restrain himself.

"Thank you. Xiao Xiang bowed slightly, turned around and left, as if she couldn't wait to open the curtain and enter the cabin.

Su Qingqing and Song Mengjun had already heard it in the cabin, and when Xiaoxiang came in, they were already standing at the door waiting for each other.

"Miss. Xiaoxiang handed the letter over without hesitation.

Su Qingqing hurriedly opened the envelope and said with a smile: "I asked Sister Jiang last time, whether Mr. Xiao will come back or not, this time I can know." ”

Song Mengjun nodded, silent, staring at the letter in her hand.

Unwrapping the envelope, the two sat down together, reading the letter carefully.

The thin plain note, only two pages, is not much, and it was quickly read.

The two glanced at each other, Su Qingqing suppressed a smile, but the corners of his mouth curled: "It's really rare, Mr. Xiao is also back!"

Song Mengjun nodded vigorously: "Well, it's rare!"

The two of them had their own thoughts, and they were silent, as if they had no interest in talking, Xiao Xiang looked at the two, her mind turned, but she didn't understand what Miss and Miss Song were thinking.

In the evening, the sun sets, the afterglow shines obliquely, and the glow is endless.

Su Qingqing and Song Mengjun stood on the second floor of the painting, both of them dressed up, they never applied powder in the usual days, and now they painted plain makeup.

The two of them, who are already beautiful, are even more beautiful at this time, making people dare not force their eyes.

"It's time to arrive, right?!" Su Qingqing fidgeted and looked into the distance.

Their paintings are close to the shore, and they can see the road in front of Guanyun Villa, and if someone enters and leaves Guanyun Villa, they can see it clearly.

"Come on. Song Mengjun was as cold as ice and replied lightly.

"Could it be that there is something delayed today and you won't come back?" Su Qingqing frowned.

Song Mengjun shook his head and was silent, the world is impermanent, everything is possible, maybe it was really said by Su Qingqing.

"It's really urgent!" Su Qingqing stomped his feet and snorted coquettishly.

Song Mengjun's cold face showed a hint of a smile, he shook his head and said nothing, but his bright eyes kept looking into the distance, in the direction of Guanyun Villa.

Once the sun was close to the western mountain, it fell extremely fast, and it was still a big gap just now, and in the blink of an eye, it was only half left.

The afterglow became softer, and Su Qingqing's delicate face became more and more disappointed, staring blankly into the distance, looking in the direction of Guanyun Villa.

Her face was white and red in the light of the setting sun, as if the white jade had been coated with a layer of rouge, and it was indescribably beautiful.

"Looks like I really can't come today!" she shook her head and sighed, slowly turning back, still turning her head to look at it from time to time.

"Forget it, let's go back!" Song Mengjun snorted a little annoyed, and closed the window with a "bang".

"Miss, Miss, look!" As soon as the two sat down in front of the desk, Xiao Xiang's excited voice sounded and ran up from the first floor.

"Xiaoxiang, what's wrong?!" Su Qingqing hurriedly asked.

"Miss, it's Xiao ...... Mr. Xiao!" Xiao Xiang's beautiful face was extremely excited.

"What?!" The two of them were startled, turned around and opened the window, and from a distance, several figures appeared at the bend leading to Guanyun Villa.

"It's really Mr. Xiao...... Sister Jiang, they!" Su Qingqing was overjoyed and turned her head to say.

Song Mengjun stared straight at it and nodded vigorously: "Well, it's them!"

"Sister Song, Sister Su, come here!" The mellow and soft voice sounded, coming slowly, not slowly, but condensed but not dispersed, and the cold wind could not make it change direction.

At the bend, Xiao Yuesheng and the others had disappeared, only Jiang Nanyun stood alone under the cold wind, his clothes fluttering, like a fairy Ling Chen, looking at it from a distance, and the air of dust came to his face.

Jiang Nanyun was wearing a moon-white shirt, and the boots under his feet were spotless, as if he had never stepped on the mud.

"Sister Jiang!" Su Qingqing shouted, her jade hand pressed the pane, her figure floated up, and she drilled out of the window, like a spirit swallow, lightly swept across the lake, fell to the shore, and then came to Jiang Nanyun in front of her in a few ups and downs.

Song Mengjun's light skills are also good, following her closely behind, he came to Jiang Nanyun, his jade face smiled slightly, like a snow lotus in the sun, and his face was as bright as snow.

Su Qingqing pounced on her and smiled coquettishly, Song Mengjun just gestured with his eyes, smiled shallowly, and did not make such intimate movements.

Jiang Nanyun is also smiling like a flower, the two women hugged each other, as if two lotus flowers, bright and shining, in the blink of an eye, there were already a circle of people around, all staring at their three daughters with bright eyes, as if they were lost.

Jiang Nanyun turned a blind eye to these gazes, and the other two daughters were also accustomed to the onlookers of the surrounding people, and they were not surprised at all.

"Sister Jiang, you're here, why are you so late?!" Su Qingqing let go of her hand, looked at Jiang Nanyun, settled the account after the autumn, and asked coquettishly.

"Alas, Master wakes up late, and I, who is a disciple, don't disturb his sleep!" Jiang Nanyun sighed helplessly and shook his head.

She is wearing a moon-white Luo shirt, her face seems to be carved from a whole piece of white jade, snow-white and flawless, her facial features are quite deep, and her nose is straight, not only the front is charming, the style is varied, and the side is also dreamy.

"Ahh

Jiang Nanyun shook his head and smiled, revealing slightly: "Sleep until you wake up naturally, this has always been my master's practice, if others forcibly disturb you, you will be angry with him." ”

Su Qingqing and Song Mengjun glanced at each other, and at the same time remained silent and did not comment, but in their hearts they were fantasizing about waking him up, how he would lose his temper.

Jiang Nanyun glanced at the two girls, smiled secretly, and said, "Come here this time, my sister will also follow, let's go and meet together." ”

"Okay. The two girls agreed at the same time and entered the villa.

In the villa, there were four more people, and the entire Zhuangzi was suddenly full of vitality, and the original empty feeling disappeared.

When Su Qingqing and Song Mengjun met Liu Jing, they found that Liu Jing was becoming more and more beautiful, her skin was becoming more and more delicate and white, and the light emitted from her body was getting more and more abundant.

Xiao Yuesheng was not on the side, saying that he had already returned to Hanyan Pavilion and was in a hurry to practice, and when he came back this time, he was also forcibly pulled.

Several women chattered, talked for a long time, and said goodbye, when it was dark, they said goodbye to Liu Jing and went to see Xiao Yuesheng.

Stepping into the corridor, I saw Xiao Yuesheng standing in the weak water pavilion, looking down at the shadows of the two rows of lanterns reflected in the lake.

"I've seen Mr. Xiao. Su Qingqing stepped forward to meet Yingying, if he hadn't taken action in person, he would have been arrested back to the Su family, and maybe he had been forced to marry into the Fan family in the East China Sea.

Moreover, afterwards, Xiao Yuesheng personally came to the Su family, and he didn't know what he said to the head of the Su family, but since then, the people of the Su family have not troubled Su Qingqing, and they seem to have forgotten all about her, and they don't know where she is now, whether she is alive or dead.

Su Qingqing understands that it seems that her father spoils her, lets her do what she likes, but once her father is serious, no one can change his decision, and if he is arrested, he can't help himself, even if he commits suicide, he will be sent to Fan's house.

Therefore, she was extremely grateful to Xiao Yuesheng and looked respectful.

"Miss Su, you're welcome. Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, his expression was calm, and his eyes were warm, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

Song Mengjun looked at him fixedly, and said slowly: "Congratulations to Xiao Yuesheng, martial arts have made great progress." ”

She couldn't feel Xiao Yuesheng's breath anymore at this time, as if there was no one in front of her, it was empty, quite weird.

"The martial arts of the Song gang leader have also made great progress, admire. Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly, reciprocated the favor, and said, "Such an ascetic cultivation is rare in the world. ”

Song Mengjun was slightly stunned, and looked at him in surprise, but he didn't expect him to see through it at a glance, he had worked hard for a while, and his cultivation was extremely crazy, but it had always been in private, and outsiders didn't know.

"If the Song Gang Master has any adventures, I will know that there are no adventures, and there is such a big entry, it is naturally very hard. Xiao Yuesheng smiled gently.

Song Mengjun suddenly felt that he was a little bit.

After saying these words, Xiao Yuesheng didn't say much, just looked at the reflection on the surface of the lake, as if there were infinite mysteries there, making him blind to the two living beauties around him.

Soon, Jiang Nanyun came over, and the four of them got together, Xiao Yuesheng drank green jade brew, and the other three girls drank juice.

Later, Liu Jing and Xiaohe also came over, and several people gathered together, whispering, admiring the full moon hanging high in the sky, the moon was like an ice wheel, quietly rotating in the night.

Their excitement was so high that it was not until midnight that a few people dispersed.

Second, the weather was sunny, it was a rare good weather, Xiao Yuesheng made an exception, accompanied Liu Jing, Jiang Nanyun, Song Mengjun, Su Qingqing, as well as Xiaohe and Xiaoxiang, to visit Lin'an City.

The girls bought things like joy, clothes, jewelry, rouge, and some messy things, which were still a little difficult for the two big men to hold.

In the end, when the sun was setting in the West Mountain, they left Lin'an City and returned to Guanyun Villa.

Xiao Yuesheng was full of energy, without a trace of fatigue, his kung fu was profound, and his mind could remain pure, far from being comparable to martial arts masters, and it was difficult to reach the state of exhaustion.

"Childe, Miss Ren is waiting for you. As soon as he stepped into the door, Fu Bo whispered to Xiao Yuesheng.

"Ren Yingying?" Xiao Yuesheng asked in a low voice.

Fu Bo nodded slowly, glanced at Liu Jing and the others, saw that they were walking in front, had already turned to the backyard, and said in a low voice: "Exactly." ”

"Well, I'll take a look. Xiao Yuesheng floated to the back garden and saw a graceful figure in the weak water pavilion.

At this time, Ren Yingying was facing away from him, the mountain villa was shrouded in the formation, and it had been in spring, the breeze was soft and warm, passing over the lake, with a little coolness.

Ren Yingying was wearing a plain white shirt, the breeze blew, and the clothes fluttered, highlighting the graceful figure.

She seemed to be in a daze, and Xiao Yuesheng's footsteps didn't wake her up.

"Ahem, Miss Ren. Xiao Yuesheng let out a clear cough, greeted in a deep voice, and slowly paced towards the weak water pavilion.

Ren Yingyinghuo turned around, his eyes were like autumn water, reflecting on Xiao Yuesheng's face, and he felt like he was in a deep pool in an instant.

He was deeply focused and his mind was firm, but after a slight loss of concentration, he immediately came to his senses, hurriedly collected his thoughts, hugged his fists and smiled gently: "Miss Ren, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Ren Yingying's beautiful face was flat, no sadness or joy, she just glanced at him lightly, and her voice was indifferent: "Long time no see." ”

"Hmm-?" Although Xiao Yuesheng's heart moved, he couldn't care about it, his figure fluttered, he came to her, frowned, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you injured?!"

"It's okay!" Ren Yingying shook her head, diverted the topic, and said, "Mr. Xiao this time, could it be that he is back out of the mountain?"

"Out of the mountain?...... What does this mean?" Smelling the faint fragrance coming from her body, Xiao Yuesheng was slightly hesitant, and the tone of her voice was a little sarcastic.

"Isn't Mr. Xiao already retired to the mountains and forests?" Ren Yingying glanced at him obliquely, her voice and expression were indifferent.

"Well, that's it. Xiao Yuesheng nodded.

"Now that you've gone into hiding, why are you still coming out?" Ren Yingying snorted softly.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled: "If I want to go into hiding, I will go into hiding, if I want to come out, I will come out, who can control me?!"

"That's the same!" Ren Yingying nodded, turned her head to glance at him, her eyes were cold, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she snorted lightly: "The name of the sword is spread all over the world, everyone knows it, who dares to plunder its edge?!"

Xiao Yuesheng frowned, suppressed his anger, but felt extremely awkward, Ren Yingying's every word was full of sarcasm, as if she was full of resentment.

He thought about it for a moment and pondered for a moment, but he didn't think about it.

But for Ren Yingying, he always had some inexplicable feelings, he couldn't beat and beat, scolded and scolded, shook his head helplessly, and stopped talking, so as not to be choked by her, purely asking for his own hardships.

The two stood quietly, looking at the scenery on the lake, and the aura in the weak water pavilion was very strange.

In the end, after standing in a daze for a long time and not speaking again, Ren Yingying said goodbye lightly, and the two looked cold and indifferent.

"Nanyun, you go and find out, who is Miss Ren!" As soon as Ren Yingying left, Xiao Yuesheng summoned Jiang Nanyun, with a gloomy face, and commanded in a deep voice.

Jiang Nanyun nodded and agreed, acted immediately, went out of Guanyun Villa, went straight to Lin'an City, and went to Qingping Courtyard.

Today's Qingping Courtyard specializes in intelligence, which is similar to the Qing Secret Pavilion in the original Mission Hills Villa, where Xiaoyu was personally in charge.

Jiang Nanyun came back soon and came to report to Xiao Yuesheng, his steps were hesitant, and his beautiful jade face was full of strange colors.

(To be continued)