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There is still sunshine in the morning in the West Lake, but at this time, it is actually a light rain, endless, and endless. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

People come and go on the Su Causeway, endlessly, and the oil umbrellas are of different colors, like flowers blooming, with a unique scenery.

Xiao Yuesheng and Jiang Nanyun master and apprentice held an oil umbrella, slowly walked on the Su Causeway, passed by people from time to time, and found that most of the tourists were wearing weapons, or knives, or swords, even if the face was blocked by the oil umbrella, the fierce breath still came to the face.

"Master, it's a lively day!" Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, snuggling beside Xiao Yuesheng, smiling like a flower.

When she smiled, her face was radiant, and the surrounding haze seemed to be washed away, and the sky and the earth were bright.

Xiao Yuesheng held an oil umbrella in one hand, smiled slightly, walked calmly, and walked slowly, as if he had come to visit the scenery, and his interest was quite high.

The two came to the bottom of the embankment, and with their familiar faces, they found a painting fat, stepped on it, and sailed towards the center of the lake.

They stood on the second floor of the painting, pushed open the window, and looked into the distance.

The light rain blew in with the wind, wetting the window, and the two stood side by side at the window, facing the breeze and drizzle, enjoying the rain scene of West Lake.

In the distance, a pile of paintings was densely packed together, and there was no road, and between the boats, almost one step could be crossed.

"Master, let's jump over!" Jiang Nanyun shook his head helplessly.

Looking at it this way, I am afraid that there are not fifty of them but forty of them, and it is impossible to get them out of the way.

"Hmm. Xiao Yuesheng nodded.

The two of them went downstairs, and the painting fat had already leaned on the edge of the painting fat group, and they stepped out and got on the painting fat next to them.

I didn't say hello to the owner of the painting, because there was no one in the painting, so I stepped on another ship by the way, and in this way, one by one, I stepped over, and in the blink of an eye, I came to the most central position.

Wherever the two passed, most of the paintings were empty, because the owners of the paintings all gathered in the center of the painting group and gathered there to watch the excitement.

The paintings near the center were densely packed with people, and the windows on the second floor were wide open, and the faces were exposed, not caring about the rain.

The group of paintings forms a circle, but let go of a circle more than ten zhang away, a large circle sets a small circle, and above the center of the circle, a painting fat stands quietly.

Xiao Yuesheng and Jiang Nanyun suddenly flew up, Ling Bo walked, Xiao Yuesheng held Jiangnan Yun's willow waist with his hand, like a fairy couple.

People exclaimed, who is so bold, dare to break into this painting, you must know that although the woman in this painting is weak, but there is a plaque hanging on the painting, which is a sword Xiao Yihan's handwriting, but anyone who dares to trespass, will be chased and killed by Xiao Yihan.

This rule was verified by the old man Song in the eighteen-mile shop, and since then, everyone in the martial arts has been afraid of it.

The two of them settled on the painting, and Xiaoxiang, dressed in white, picked up the curtain from the inside, delicate and pure.

"Hey, hasn't Sister Song arrived?" Jiang Nanyun glanced at it, and opened the door curtain to see the house, but he didn't see Song Mengjun.

"I've seen Mr. Xiao, Miss Jiang," Xiao Xiangyu bowed and shook her head: "...... Gang Master Song didn't come!"

Jiang Nanyun turned his head to look at Xiao Yuesheng, it stands to reason that Song Mengjun should have come over early, why did he suddenly disappear.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head slightly, he didn't know, his brows moved, and he walked in with a deep groan.

As soon as I entered the house, the fragrance wafted in, and two vases of flowers were placed on the bookcase under the window, exuding a faint fragrance, making the room fresh and warm.

"Mr. Xiao, Sister Jiang!" Su Qingqing was sitting in front of the desk, put down the pen, turned around to salute, and there were a few pieces of rice paper on the desk, which were full of plum blossoms.

The room was cool, she was wearing a pink jacket and a moon-white skirt, like a newly married daughter-in-law.

"Sister Su can still practice calligraphy quietly, so she can be determined. Jiang Nanyun Yingying's shirt, grabbed her, didn't let her give a salute, walked to the front of the case together, and looked down at the rice paper.

"I was flustered, and this was the only way to do it. Su Qingqing personally brought the tea and sent the lamp, sighing helplessly.

Xiao Yuesheng sat down, took the teacup, whether it was hot or not, took a sip, and said softly: "Gang Master Song didn't come, it's a little strange." ”

"Maybe Sister Song is entangled in something, so she can't come. Su Qingqing nodded softly.

Xiao Yuesheng thought for a moment and shook his head: "...... Nagumo, go take a look. ”

"Master, maybe it's because you, Master, are here, so Sister Song won't come!" Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and glared at him, as if he was smiling.

Master's swordsmanship is superb, but after all, the internal force has been abolished, and the internal force of the retraining is shallow, she is not worried about leaving the master here alone, Song Mengjun is a good friend, but compared with the master, which is more important, I don't want to know.

"......!" Xiao Yuesheng glared at her.

Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, shook his head and said: "Master, it's okay if Sister Song doesn't come, the Songshan faction is powerful, although I can't help the master, the Blue and White Gang can't stand it." ”

Su Qingqing nodded and agreed: "Yes, Mr. Xiao, Sister Song is the leader of the gang, so she naturally has a brother in the gang,...... Besides, she knew that her husband was there, and she was relieved. ”

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, stopped talking, and pondered slightly.

Although he has been arguing with Song Mengjun all the time, according to what he observed, Song Mengjun is extremely arrogant, and on such an occasion, he will come over no matter what, so as not to show weakness in front of him.

But she couldn't express her worries to Jiang Nanyun, lest she laugh at her again, saying that she was amorous, that she was intentional, and that others were ruthless.

The light rain is continuous, falling continuously, such as lingering, thin and endless, there is no sunlight in the sky, and the hour cannot be seen.

The interior of the boat is lit up, warm and soft.

Xiao Yuesheng was sitting in front of the Xuan desk under the window, holding a book and reading, the window was open, and the drizzle outside drifted in and hit him in the face.

Jiang Nanyun and Su Qingqing took a book of piano scores, which was given by Xiao Yuesheng, and studied slowly, and the sound of the piano sounded from time to time.

Outside of the painting, people watched for a long time, but they didn't see the main owner appear, and they all clamored, isn't the Songshan faction coming, why hasn't it appeared, isn't it retreating? !

So, everyone despised it together, and they had some understanding, knowing that Xiao Yihan's swordsmanship was amazing, but he provoked it for the sake of face, and he really couldn't make it.

Xiao Yuesheng put down the scroll, stretched, looked out of the window at the sky, and said to the second daughter who looked up: "It's almost noon, I guess I won't come, go back to eat!"

"Master!" Jiang Nanyun was anxious.

"You stay here for the time being, I'll go back!" Xiao Yuesheng got up.

"Mr. Xiao, let's eat here, how about letting the little girl offer one or two ugly things?" Su Qingqing stood up, her eyes were shining, and she said softly.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled, turned to Jiang Nanyun and said, "Nanyun is enough here, I need to take a rest after dinner, it's a little inconvenient here." ”

He opened the window to avoid suspicion and take a nap in the afternoon, if he lay down, it would be a big damage to Su Qingqing's reputation.

Jiang Nanyun hurriedly said, "Master, I'll go back too." ”

"If you go back, what if the people from Songshan come here?" Xiao Yuesheng asked lightly, and snorted: "Don't worry, I'm enough to protect myself!"

"Can be ......" Jiangnan Yun is in a hurry.

"Okay!" Xiao Yuesheng's eyes flashed with purple lightning, like substance, and the room suddenly stagnated, and the air seemed to be frozen and squeezed heavily.

Jiang Nanyun didn't dare to say any more, and his white jade-like face showed a faint worry.

Xiao Yuesheng glanced at her, smiled faintly at Su Qingqing, hugged her fists, turned around to pick up the curtain, and floated out.

"Master, sword!" Jiang Nanyun shook his body and appeared at the bow of the ship, untied the frost sword at his waist, and gently pushed it.

The long sword floated in front of Xiao Yuesheng, he reached out and took it off, hung it directly on his waist, and nodded at Jiang Nanyun.

He turned around and stood on tiptoe, as if he were tiptoeing through the void, and took a few steps in the air to the nearest painting.

Everyone on the painting looked awe-inspiring, and they all hugged their fists, calling them "Xiao Daxia".

With this light effort, they are ashamed of themselves, and they secretly wonder in their hearts, isn't Xiao Yihan's internal injuries healed?

Xiao Yuesheng smiled at everyone, looking kind and easy-going, not stopping at his feet, while arching his hands, he stepped towards another painting ship.

"Xiao Daxia, I heard that the people from the Songshan faction are coming, is it true?" someone in the crowd asked loudly.

Xiao Yuesheng was stepping on the second painting ship, turned around when he heard the words, nodded and smiled: "What this friend said is true, and he is also waiting for the master of the Songshan faction." ”

"Then why didn't they show up, aren't they afraid of you Xiao Daxia?" someone asked with a smile, and people laughed.

The strength of the Songshan faction, as a martial arts hero, has long been uncomfortable, but he dares to be angry and dare not speak, and on such an occasion, he can vent happily.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled: "The heroes of the Songshan faction are busy, so they may have something to do." ”

After that, he stopped talking, his figure quickened, and he stepped out in one step, a few feet, and between disappearing and disappearing, he directly swept over several paintings.

Such a miraculous light skill, everyone has never seen it before, their eyes are wide, their intuition is incredible, and they laugh secretly in their hearts, pity themselves and think that Xiao Yihan is injured, there is a chance to take advantage of it, if he can defeat him, he will definitely become famous in the world, but now that he thinks about it, it is really shallow.

Jiang Nanyun stood at the window, watching the master perform light skills and shock the heroes, and couldn't help sighing, the master is afraid that he is holding on...... Xiao Yuesheng returned to his own painting, struck out with one palm, the lake collapsed, and the painting flew out, like an arrow from the string.

Stepping on the Su Causeway, the light rain is glorious, the breeze is blowing, the lake seems to be fluttering with light yarn, and the low-hanging willow branches seem to be dancing.

He hung a sword from his waist, not hurrying, letting the light rain drift to his face, and then it was evaporated, and his face was always clean and not dripping.

When he was about to walk to the bottom of the embankment, he was in a certain shape, turned his head to look at the west, and saw that Song Mengjun was using his body technique, rushing over like a gust of wind.

In the blink of an eye, Song Mengjun had already arrived in front of him, Xiao Yuesheng frowned slightly, and looked at her.

His sideburns were disheveled, his face was pale and angry, his cheeks were red, but they were sickly red, his right hand was holding his sword, his left hand was covering his waist, and faint blood was oozing.

Seeing that it was Xiao Yuesheng, she stopped her figure, her eyes lit up, but then she was gloomy, her towering chest rose and fell violently, and she turned around to continue walking.

"Gang Leader Song, slow down. Xiao Yuesheng said softly, seeing Song Mengjun's indifferent expression, Xiao Yuesheng didn't care, he could see through what she was thinking at a glance, and said softly: "Who is chasing you?"

“...... Songshan faction!Ding Mian!Zhong Zhen!" Song Mengjun didn't want to say it, but he couldn't help blurting out when he touched his warm gaze.

Xiao Yuesheng frowned, his mind turned in an instant, and he faintly realized that the Songshan faction seemed to be a drunkard who didn't mean to drink!

As he spoke, the two yellow-shirted men were as fast as galloping horses, and they came to the two of them, their eyes were staring at Jiang Nanyun, their spirits were shining, and they were about to make a move with the long sword in their hands.

One of these two people is Xiao Yuesheng but recognizes it, it is Ding Mian, the Tota hand of the Songshan faction, and another middle-aged man, holding a long sword, not plague or fire, but he is an eye, presumably it is that Zhong Zhen.

Although I have never seen this person, I have heard of his name, the thirteen Taibao of the Songshan faction, the famous martial arts, Lu Bai and Fei Bin folded in his hands, plus Tang Yingyu, who was killed by the Demon Sect, there are only ten people left in the Thirteen Taibao, and Jiuqu Sword Zhongzhen is one of them.

"Ding Daxia, don't come to harm?!" Xiao Yuesheng clenched his fists and said lightly.

Ding Mian turned his head and looked, his face changed: "Hey, it's you?!"

Zhong Zhenben stared at Song Mengjun closely, heard the tone of his senior brother, turned his head to look at Xiao Yuesheng, and then looked at Ding Mian.

"Xiao Yihan!" Ding Mian said coldly, his whole body tensed, he slowly took a step back, and hummed: "This is the grudge between my Songshan faction and the Qinghua Gang, don't meddle in my affairs!"

Xiao Yihan's sword is so fast that it is unique in the world, Ding Mian knows it well, and unconsciously takes a step back in order to leave time for reaction.

"A sword Xiao Yihan?!" Zhong Zhen looked surprised, then smiled all over his face, hugged his fists and said: "Xiao Daxia's name has been famous in Xia Zhong Town for a long time, like thunder. ”

"Fortunately. Xiao Yuesheng hugged his fists, very cold, and turned to Song Mengjun and said, "Song Gang Master, let's go, go to my mansion and take a small seat." ”

Song Mengjun glanced at Ding Mian and Zhong Zhen with bright eyes, and when he saw that their faces twitched slightly, he couldn't help but be secretly refreshed, nodded, turned around and left.

Xiao Yuesheng followed behind Song Mengjun and also turned around and walked.

"Slow!" Two yellow shadows flashed, and Ding Mian and Zhong Zhen had appeared in front of the two, stretching out their hands to block them, their faces gloomy.

"Xiao Daxia, are you in charge of this idle matter?!" Ding Mian squinted his eyes and asked slowly, his tone cold.

"Gang Master Song is my friend, you actually hurt her!" Xiao Yuesheng's face changed suddenly, his face sank like water, and his purple qi was faint, and he said, "...... Spare your lives, go quickly!"

"You-!" Ding Mian and Zhong Zhen were furious, their temples were bruised, and their chests were about to be blown up.

Xiao Yuesheng didn't look at them, and then walked forward, Song Mengjun walked side by side, Xiao Yuesheng's arrogance was no longer dazzling, but was full of joy, and he couldn't wait to laugh.

"Look at the sword!" Ding Mian stabbed his sword out, and was about to stab Xiao Yuesheng in the back, before he exhaled and opened his voice, although he was slightly suspected of sneak attack, he was worried about Xiao Yuesheng's sword, and he couldn't care about it.

The Songshan faction's Zuo Lengchan methods are vicious, and the people under the door can't help but feel a little bright, and their actions are not above board.

Xiao Yuesheng's right arm moved, the electric light flashed, and then disappeared, but it was so dazzling that Song Mengjun almost couldn't help but close his eyes, the electric light in front of him kept remaining, as if looking up to the sky to watch the sun for a moment, even if he closed his eyes, the black shadow still did not disappear.

"Uh......" Ding Mian's face was full of disbelief, staring at Xiao Yuesheng's back, covering his throat with his left hand, letting go of his right hand, and the long sword fell gently to the ground, inserting it into the ground.

Song Mengjun couldn't help but look back, Xiao Yuesheng's footsteps didn't stop, his steps were still unhurried, and he asked lightly, "The wound doesn't matter, right?"

"Ahh Song Mengjun turned his head to look at him, stunned, and hurriedly shook his head.

Zhong Zhen helped Ding Mian, Ding Mian's fingers were full of blood gushing like a spring, sizzling, wanting to speak but couldn't make a sound, his body twitched, and his face was full of unwillingness.

A cold air jumped from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, his whole body was cold, his hairs stood up, Zhong Zhen's body seemed to be stiff, and he couldn't move if he wanted to, so he could only look at his senior brother blankly.

"The surname Xiao, don't escape!" Zhong Zhen's hoarse shout came from behind him, Xiao Yuesheng smiled, walked calmly, got off the Su Causeway, and stepped on the forest path.

Xiao ...... Mr. Xiao, ...... Ding Mian?" Song Mengjun asked awkwardly, although the two had met a few times, they had not said a few words, and they had been facing each other coldly.

"Killed. Xiao Yuesheng said lightly, looking forward to it, looking at the scenery of the surrounding woods, with a nonchalant expression.

Song Mengjun's eyes widened, he looked at him fixedly, he wanted to speak and stopped, and then he was silent, shaking his head, and his heart was shocked.

I used to think that I was ruthless, as the leader of a gang, and I was a daughter, if I wasn't ruthless enough, it would be difficult to suppress the gang.

But when I see it now, I know what it means to be really ruthless.

(To be continued)