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"Master, you need to be careful when you kill the people of the Songshan faction. Pen%Fun%Pavilion www.biquge.info "Jiang Nanyun held a white jade cup, leaning on the railing, smiling like a flower, extremely charming.

They stood on the corridor between the Weak Water Pavilion and the Qixia Pavilion, looking at the lake swaying under the lights, the light and shadow seemed to come to life, and the drizzle drifted lightly, falling on it, with shallow ripples.

"Songshan Sect ......" Xiao Yuesheng raised his glass and looked into the distance, his eyes reflected bright lights, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he shook his head.

Song Mengjun's wonderful eyes flashed, and he glanced at him, his bright eyes were shining, like a lake under the corridor.

Su Qingqing stood beside Jiang Nanyun, leaning on the railing with her delicate body, taking a sip of wine, her small fragrant tongue rolled, tasted it carefully, and turned to Xiao Yuesheng's direction: "Mr. Xiao, the Songshan faction is so rampant, is it possible that Shaolin Wudang let it go?"

Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly, looked at Su Qingqing and Song Mengjun, shook his head and said, "Shaolin Wudang will not stand idly, but it will not be exposed in front of others, and it will damage its reputation." ”

"Sister Su, the methods of these sects are not something we can speculate about. Song Mengjun glanced at Xiao Yuesheng and said lightly.

Su Qingqing's bright eyes flowed, swept the faces of the two of them respectively, pursed his lips and smiled, and nodded: "I offended the Songshan faction because of me, Mr. Xiao, the little girl owes a lot of affection!"

Miss Su was polite. Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled.

Jiang Nanyun chuckled: "Sister Su, you don't have to think like this, the Songshan faction is not going to deal with the master!"

"Oh——?" Su Qingqing's eyes widened curiously.

Jiang Nanyun chuckled, as if a silver bell was ringing in the air, and said a little bit about the experience of Luoyang City, and said about the enmity with the Songshan faction.

Su Qingqing listened attentively, Song Mengjun's face was indifferent, his ears were pricked up, and he listened very seriously, this is a secret story of martial arts, and it is difficult for others to know.

Xiao Yuesheng leaned on the railing, shaking his wine glass lightly, looking at the outside and the rain scene, and they whispered and laughed in his ears, with different voices and charming.

Half an hour later, Xiao Yuesheng said goodbye and left, went back to practice, and Liu Jing stayed.

Although he stood there, not saying a word, like a stake, but as soon as he left, the aura around him seemed to change, and the faint excitement also dissipated, and they lost their interest, leaving the small pavilion on the lake and returning to the South Rain Pavilion.

Liu Jing also followed them, for a while, Xiao Yuesheng has been practicing, night and night, she is alone, but she feels lonely, so she chats with Jiang Nanyun and is a companion.

Nanyu Pavilion is divided into three floors, there are many rooms, she lives in the middle of the third floor, open the window, you can enjoy the scenery of West Lake.

This room was very large, and all four girls stayed here this night, drinking wine while looking at the scenery outside the window, chatting a few words from time to time, and did not fall asleep until the third watch.

The next morning, the girls got up and practiced martial arts in the flower garden outside for a while, stretching their muscles.

Su Qingqing stayed in the villa, but Song Mengjun had to go, had breakfast, and walked out of the gate of Guanyun Villa.

Outside the gate of Xiao's Mansion, four girls in strong suits stood by their swords, heroic and cool.

A gust of wind blew, and the sword spikes flickered, but they didn't move, their bright eyes focused on the blue and dark gate of the Xiao Mansion.

The four young girls are all bright eyes and bright teeth, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, delicate facial features, are rare beauties, standing together, forming a beautiful scenery.

Five or six feet away behind the four women, more than a dozen black-clothed men stood in a fan-shape, completely blocking the straight avenue, they all held their arms, standing lazily, but revealing a fierce momentum, as if a tiger was napping.

The sun was shining in the morning, and it rained lightly last night, and the dry air from the soil was washed away, and the air became exceptionally fresh, and I wanted to take a bite, and the surrounding woods were washed and became more and more green.

More than a dozen people stood there quietly, not saying a word, just listening to the movement in the gate, not hearing a single sound, all felt weird, looked at each other, exchanged their eyebrows and eyes, and did not know that this was the effect of the formation.

The door was suddenly opened, and Song Mengjun was dressed in a moon white palace suit, stepping out, with elegant and arrogant steps.

"Helper!" everyone cheered up, clasped their fists in unison, and said in unison.

Song Mengjun's eyes swept brightly, his jade hand waved, his expression was cold, and behind him, Xiao Yuesheng and Liu Jing, Jiang Nanyun, and Su Qingqing walked out.

The original four young girls stepped forward and stood behind Song Mengjun, like four shadows, and the other dozen or so big men also took two steps closer.

Seeing such a mighty position, Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled: "Sister Song, having these loyal brothers is really enviable!"

Song Mengjun glanced at the helpers behind him, shook his head, his jade face thawed, and smiled toothily: "Smile generously, Sister Jiang, don't joke with me!"

Liu Jing and Su Qingqing pursed their lips and chuckled, Xiao Yuesheng also smiled slightly, hugged his fists and saluted, without saying much, Song Mengjun only glanced at him, and talked to Liu Jing and the three daughters.

The gangs on the side looked immovable, but they were secretly surprised, the gang leader has always been decisive and cold, when did he see someone talking like this!

After saying a few words, Song Mengjun said goodbye and left, everyone went home, Xiao Yuesheng continued to practice, Jiang Nanyun wanted to go to Changsha to help him, and when he saw Pan Roar, Liu Jing and Su Qingqing got together and studied embroidery, turning over and over again the drizzle map of the West Lake of the Jiangnan needle god.

The main altar of the blue and white gang in the southwest corner of Lin'an City is facing the Qingbo Gate, at the end of the street, there are two mansions, the walls are opened, forming the general altar of the blue and white gang, it looks very ordinary, there is no big man guarding outside the door, it is usually like an ordinary person, only the faint sword exchange, the screaming and shouting, only people can be vigilant, know that it is not a good person.

In front of the door, there are five locust trees, which are towering and have lush foliage, forming a shade that covers the gate.

At this time, in the shade of the tree in front of the gate, there stood a burly, slightly purple old man, he was wearing a kudzu robe, quite simple, with a lion nose and a wide mouth, a mighty demeanor, a white hair Xiao Xiao, looking heroic and generous.

He stood straight, his waist like a javelin, but there was a hint of anxiety between his eyebrows, staring at the direction of Qingbo Gate.

Song Mengjun led everyone back to the main altar, entered the Qingbo Gate, saw the old man from a distance, took two steps, and shouted: "Uncle Chen!"

The mighty old man was immediately overjoyed, took two steps forward, and looked excited: "Miss!"

The two met, Song Mengjun's cold face melted away, and a smile appeared: "Uncle Chen, go in and talk!"

"Miss, you're fine, my old man can rest assured!" Uncle Chen smiled, looked at her, and said with a smile: "What about the people from the Songshan faction, how can they help Miss?!"

"Uncle Chen!" Song Mengjun shook his head, pulled his right arm, and walked towards the main altar.

Four young girls walked in front of them, pushed the door open, and everyone came to the main altar, and when they entered, they saw more than a dozen people standing in the door.

"Help!" Seeing her come in, everyone shouted in unison, looking excited.

Song Mengjun nodded, his expression was flat, his eyes swept over everyone, and he waved his hand and said, "This seat is fine, you guys should be busy!"

Everyone dispersed, they were the upper echelons of the Blue and White Gang, and when they heard that the gang leader was found by the people of the Songshan faction, they were secretly worried and hurriedly sent people to support, but it was over, and then they heard that they went to Guanyun Villa, and they were relieved.

Although the relationship with Xiao Yuesheng is average, Song Mengjun and Miss Jiang of Guanyun Villa are friends with handkerchiefs, and their friendship is very good.

At this time, seeing that the helper was safe, they didn't dare to be verbose anymore, and hurriedly dispersed, so as not to be angered on their bodies, and the majesty of the helper was not to be offended.

Uncle Chen saw it on the side and shook his head secretly.

When he came to the hall, Uncle Chen asked about the trip, and he nodded when he heard Song Mengjun talk eloquently.

"This Songshan faction, relying on its great power, does whatever it wants, it's really hateful!" Chen Bo slapped the table and snorted: "This time, it is tolerable to make an idea to us, which is unbearable!"

Song Mengjun shook his head and sighed, his cold jade face revealing a hint of amazement.

"Miss, what's the matter?" Uncle Chen asked with concern, as if he was caring for his daughter.

"With the strength of our Blue and White Gang, fight hard with the Songshan faction and hit the stone with an egg!" Song Mengjun shook his head and sighed.

"But they deceived the door, is it possible, do they really want to be subordinate to the Songshan faction?!" Chen Bo snorted loudly.

Song Mengjun shook his head, frowned, and fell into deep thought.

"Miss, don't worry, now that the Songshan faction has broken a good hand again, I'm afraid I won't dare to come to Ancheng again!" Uncle Chen comforted.

(To be continued)