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After a while, Ling Hu Chong's face turned blue, his teeth rattled, and he shivered with cold, he had no internal force to protect his body, and the weather was cold at this time, and he was soon frozen by the cold. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing this, Yue Lingshan stomped her foot hatefully, hurriedly ran over, supported Ling Hu Chong with both hands, and quickly got out, the light pink Luo shirt on her body was wet in a few places, and it was attached to her body, faintly revealing the white obscene clothes inside.

Regardless of her shyness, she hurriedly crossed a breath and circulated in the senior brother's body to drive away the cold, so that he would not suffer from the cold.

"Senior brother, the surname Xiao will hurt people!" Yue Lingshan said hatefully, gently withdrawing his little hand from behind his back.

"This method should be used in the summer. Ling Hu Chong smiled, his face had returned to ruddy.

He suddenly patted his head and said with a smile: "I should let Senior Brother Lin come!"

"Let Xiao Linzi do something?!" Yue Lingshan blinked curiously.

Ling Hu Chong glanced at her, groaned slightly, felt that it was okay to tell her, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Lin's mental method is inherited from Mr. Xiao, which is very different from our Huashan faction's mental method, it is very mysterious, and the internal strength enters my body, condenses but does not disperse, and can last for a long time." ”

"Is there such a thing?!" Yue Lingshan's eyes widened, blinked a few times, and then her eyes turned endlessly, Ling Hu Chong looked at it, and knew what she was thinking of to play tricks on people.

"Don't go out and talk nonsense, it's better not to let others know. Ling Hu Chong was not at ease with his expression, and his expression was solemn.

Although Yue Lingshan was a girl, she also knew the seriousness of the matter, and nodded: "Senior brother, don't worry, I can save it!"

Seeing Linghu Chong's smile, Yue Lingshan said coquettishly: "Senior brother, don't practice anymore, it's useless!"

"Well, when Senior Brother Lin comes, I'll practice again, let's go down the mountain first and see if my iron sword is cast. Ling Hu Chong nodded.

Yue Lingshan was suddenly excited, because she had just returned to the mountain, and her heart had not yet settled down, and she felt depressed when she waited for these days, and she had long wanted to go down the mountain to relax.

"Senior brother, I'll go and greet Xiao Linzi!" she trotted and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

She has lost her martial arts because of her senior brother, and among the disciples of the Huashan faction today, only Lin Pingzhi has the highest martial arts, and she naturally wants him to protect him when she goes down the mountain.

Ling Hu Chong looked at the light figure of the little junior sister, couldn't help but shake his head and smiled, put on the long shirt that was put aside, a wave of tiredness came to him, and after tossing these few times, it was like running for a day, and his muscles didn't wait for the next day, and he felt faintly sore.

He thumped his sore back, lay down on the grass, and seized the time to rest.

Since returning to the Huashan School, he has begun to rebuild arduously, and most of the time he sits cross-legged, meditating and practicing, which is really miserable.

So I remembered what Xiao Yuesheng said, even if the effect is not good, it can be regarded as a adjustment, so as not to sit all the time and become an old monk.

Getting up in the morning, Xiao Yuesheng first practiced martial arts for a while, and gathered qi in the morning glow, but after half the morning, he was a little bored, and he thought about it quietly, so he left the villa, came to the West Lake, stepped on a small boat, and fluttered to Su Qingqing's painting.

Su Qingqing's paintings are quite lively, Liu Jing and Jiang Nanyun are all there, Song Mengjun is also there, since Zhao Xiaosi entered Guanyun Villa, the three major factions in Lin'an City have been idle, and no other martial arts figures have come to provoke and secretly break in.

So, Song Mengjun also had to be idle, often came over, chatted with Liu Jing Jiang Nanyun, three women in a play, they got together, there was no liveliness, the atmosphere was harmonious and cheerful, which made Song Mengjun like it a lot.

They either stayed on the painting of the West Lake, or went to Guanyun Villa, or went to Lin'an City, leisurely, this is really beautiful.

Song Mengjun couldn't wait to take off the heavy responsibility of the helper immediately, so he didn't have to worry about anything, just with them, and spent it leisurely.

But today's saying is not bad, since the impermanence gang, the three factions have joined forces, and now, they can get along with each other, and there are no longer any contradictions and conflicts.

But she also knew that this situation was the result of Xiao Yihan's strong matchmaking, and once he left, she was afraid that he would immediately disperse.

Thinking of these, she had some faint worries in her heart, but she could only bury them in the bottom of her heart, and then say that the world is unpredictable, and no one knows what will happen in the future.

Xiao Yuesheng stepped into the painting, everyone greeted him one after another, he waved his hand, smiled and returned the salute, gentle and kind, like a spring breeze.

After he sat down, he stopped talking, and sat at the window, looking at the lake outside, but the atmosphere inside the painting changed subtly.

When Su Qingqing was talking to Song Mengjun, his eyes turned from time to time and swept over him, as if he was careless.

Xiao Yuesheng drank wine, looked at the situation outside the window, turned the white jade cup lightly, with a smile on his face, lazy and free, although his appearance was ordinary, he also had a few different charms.

Jiang Nanyun talked to everyone about the last time he went out, someone challenged his master, and he praised Tang Xianming, saying that although this young man doesn't know the height of the sky, he has good martial arts, and he can afford to put it down, so he can be regarded as a character.

Behind the scenes, no matter what is wrong with people, just praise, this is the code of conduct set by the master for her, she has completely melted into her bones, even if she does not think of that person, she will not say his shortcomings, but pick up the shining points and say it.

Song Mengjun's jade face changed suddenly, her eyebrows frowned, and she asked, "Sister Jiang, you said that the person's name is Tang Xianming?"

"Yes," Jiang Nanyun bowed his head and smiled like a flower: "Is it possible, Sister Song recognizes this person?"

Song Mengjunyu showed a wry smile on her face, and nodded slightly: "Let you be right, Tang Xianming is my cousin." ”

"Hmm——?" Jiang Nanyun opened his eyes and laughed in surprise: "There won't be such a coincidence?!"

"My mother came from the Tang family in Lingnan. Song Mengjun shook his head and smiled, he also felt that the world was so big, and it was so small that there was such a coincidence.

"Sister Jiang, this can be said to be a no-fight and an acquaintance!" Su Qingqing pursed her lips and chuckled, as if she was gloating.

Song Mengjun rolled his eyes, glanced at her, showed a warning, and sighed: "I have heard since I was a child that my cousin of the Lingnan Tang family is amazingly talented and talented, and he has not seen it for hundreds of years, and the revitalization of the Tang family is promising. ”

"Well, it shouldn't be bad. Jiang Nanyun nodded, although that Tang Xianming was so arrogant that he didn't know the southeast and northwest, his martial arts were indeed brilliant, and he was outstanding among his peers, which made Hu Chong and Lin Pingzhi comparable.

"Miss, someone is coming!" Xiao Xiang's voice suddenly sounded outside the cabin, crisp and pleasant, she was making tea outside.

"Who is it?" Su Qingqing retracted her smile and asked Yingying.

"I don't know yet, the ship is heading this way. Xiao Xiangjiao replied in a coquettish voice.

"Mr. Xiao, wait a minute, I'll take a look. Su Qingqing turned her head towards Xiao Yuesheng, said gently, and turned out of the painting.

Xiao Yuesheng was looking at the scenery outside, he didn't turn his head, he just bowed his head slightly, he looked quite cold, as if he was too lazy to pay attention, Su Qingqing and the others were used to it.

Su Qingqing lifted the curtain, curled out, glanced up, and saw a painting slowly coming, heading straight here, and at a glance, he knew that it was coming towards him.

Su Qingqing stood at the bow of the boat, did not speak rashly, a gust of wind blew, the goose-yellow Luo shirt fluttered in the wind, and the ribbon fluttered.

The painting came slowly, getting closer and closer, and suddenly someone came out of the painting, and a handsome person stood at the bow of the boat, Su Qingqing squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the person.

This person's face is like a crown of jade, his eyes are like a star, his nose is like a hanging gall, his thin lips are a little cold, and his body is straight, like a jade tree standing in the wind, which is the Lingnan soup.

He clenched his fists and said, "Fang Jia is Su Qingqing Su girl?"

Su Qingqing nodded slightly, Xiao Xiang took a step forward, and said coquettishly: "This son is looking for my young lady?!"

Xiaoxiang is dressed in a light purple shirt, dressed up as a ring, showing off her delicate face, but she is also a beauty, she talks elegantly and politely at this time, showing a lot of popularity.

"Under Tang Xianming, I don't know if the leader of the Qinghua Gang Song can be?" Tang Xianming shook the folding fan in his hand, clenched his fists and said loudly, with a gentle and elegant attitude.

Su Qingqing's eyes flickered, and he knew who he was, so he couldn't help but smile and nodded: "Sister Song is here, you are Sister Song's cousin, right?"

Tang Xianming was overjoyed in his heart, she was such a beauty, she actually knew her name, and the smile on her face became more and more handsome, but she was reserved and nodded slowly: "Exactly." ”

"Then come up quickly, I'll go and greet Sister Song. Su Qingqing pursed her lips and smiled, twisted her willow waist, and lifted the curtain into the painting.

"Sister Song, it's your cousin!" she smiled, her smile was a little weird, and she glanced at Xiao Yuesheng at the window.

Song Mengjun stared at him, stood up, and glanced at Xiao Yuesheng unconsciously.

Jiang Nanyun pursed her lips and smiled, she saw what her master was doing, and said softly: "Sister Song, should we avoid it?"

"What are you doing to avoid it?!" Song Mengjun glanced at her, slightly disgusted, knowing that she was also making fun of her, and she didn't have any good intentions.

With that, he turned around and walked outside.

"Are you a cousin?" Song Mengjun asked lightly in a lake-green shirt, with a graceful demeanor, and a strand of hair next to his sideburns, asked lightly.

"I've seen my cousin!" Tang Xianming was stunned, and hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted.

He didn't expect his cousin to be so stunning, but then he thought about it, and vaguely remembered that it seemed that his aunt was a peerless beauty, and he was relieved.

"Uncle is here?" Song Mengjun nodded, his tone was flat, there was no excitement, his eyes were like water, and he swept across his face.

"Jun'er!" Tang Bifeng came out of the curtain, stepped on the bow of the boat, stroked his hair and smiled, his eyes were kind, and he laughed loudly.

A gust of wind blew, and his light blue robe fluttered, faintly implicating dust.

"I've seen my uncle!" Song Mengjun saluted, his expression was respectful, his voice was condensed but not dispersed, and it reached Tang Bifeng's ears slowly.

Tang Bifeng's sword eyebrows furrowed, his surprised color flashed and disappeared, he remained silent, waved his right hand, held it weakly, and said with a kind smile: "You kid, you don't have to be polite." ”

Although Song Mengjun's expression was respectful, his expression was indifferent, as if he had seen a stranger, and after the salute, he stopped talking.

The painting stopped, Tang Bifeng turned to Tang Xianming and said, "Xianming, follow me to see your cousin!"

Tang Xianming responded, and the two of them jumped in front of Song Mengjun, landing like feathers, fluttering lightly without making a sound.

This kind of skill, although it is rare in Tang Bifeng, is not too strange, but in Tang Xianming, it is inevitable that people will be surprised by the strength of his skills.

"Jun'er, go in and talk!" Tang Bifeng glanced at Song Mengjun, turned around and walked towards the painting.

Song Mengjun wanted to speak again and again, finally shook his head and smiled, followed him, walked in front of Tang Xianming, and entered the painting.

As soon as he stepped into the painting, Tang Bifeng only felt a wave of warmth and fragrance coming to his face, glanced at it, was slightly stunned, and his beautiful faces came into view.

Although he has experienced a big scene, he is so stunning, and it is the first time that he has seen it when he gathers together at the same time, and every face is radiant and invisible.

"Huh——!" Tang Xianming behind him screamed softly, his eyes were blazing, his gaze was suddenly sharp, staring at Xiao Yuesheng who was staring at the window.

"What's the matter, Ming'er?" Tang Bifeng's face returned to normal, frowned lightly, turned around and asked Tang Xianming gently, dissatisfied with his startled behavior, the fire of qi cultivation was too shallow, and he was impetuous.

Tang Xianming's handsome face was cloudy, his heart was full of hatred and shame, and his eyes were red, but as soon as he came into contact with Xiao Yuesheng's warm eyes, it was like an enlightenment, and he came to his senses.

He was complicated in his heart, knowing that Xiao Yihan's eyes must be strange, so he cleaned up his mood, but showed an inexplicable smile, and pointed at Xiao Yuesheng: "Dad, it's a coincidence, this one is the famous sword Xiao Daxia!"

Tang Bifeng was taken aback, he heard his name and knew that it was terrible, so he hurriedly hugged his fists and saluted, and said calmly: "It turns out that Xiao Daxia is here, disrespectful!"

He is calm, dignified, and the bearing of the superior is fully revealed.

Xiao Yuesheng clenched his fists, showed an easy-going smile on his face, and nodded: "Your Excellency must be Mr. Tang, you are cold and polite." ”

You respect me, I respect you, Xiao Yuesheng saw that he was not arrogant, so he also put down his shelf, easy-going and kind, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

Tang Xianming's face was strange on the side, and he felt that his trip was worthwhile, but he didn't expect that he could be so easy-going and arrogant like him, and his bearing changed as expected, and he was too far behind!

Jiang Nanyun took Xiaoxiang's tray, personally served the tea and delivered it, and said in a coquettish voice: "Mr. Tang, please sit down and talk." ”

"Yes, yes, thank you. Tang Bifeng said busily, sat on the embroidery pier opposite Xiao Yuesheng, took the teacup with both hands, and smiled on his majestic face.

"Little apprentice Jiang Nanyun. Xiao Yuesheng glanced at Jiang Nanyun, smiled at Tang Bifeng, and pointed at Su Qingqing: "This is Miss Su of the Jiangnan Su family." ”

Stretched out his hand and pointed at Liu Jing again: "This is Neiko." ”

Every time Xiao Yuesheng pointed at one, Tang Bifeng bowed slightly, which was regarded as a courtesy, easy-going and cordial, and when he heard about Jiangnan Su's family, he was slightly surprised, but his face was as usual.

Tang Bifeng took a sip of tea, slowly put it on the table, and clasped his fists with both hands: "The dog said that he was rude in front of him, and he actually wanted to stretch out his hand with Xiao Daxia, it was really funny, he was young and reckless, and he didn't understand world affairs, so I hope Xiao Daxia should not be blamed!"

"Mr. Tang is polite, but Tang Shaoxia doesn't have to mind. Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand and smiled gently, it seemed to be a trivial matter, and he didn't have to take it to heart.

Immediately, he stood up and smiled at Song Mengjun: "Since you are reunited together, we will not bother, and we will go back to the villa and wait for you first." ”

After that, he hugged Tang Bifeng, smiled at Tang Xianming, took the women, and left.

"Jun'er, I haven't seen you all these years, you have become a big girl!" Tang Bifeng stroked his hair and looked at Song Mengjun, full of emotion.

"My uncle is still young, and he hasn't changed. Song Mengjun smiled, his expression was indifferent, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was sarcastic.

"Alas...... , people, no matter how strong you are, you can't beat the passage of time," Tang Bifeng shook his head and sighed, stroked his hand, and looked at her: "After so many years, Jun'er, you still hate your uncle, right?"

"I don't dare!" Song Mengjun smiled coldly, shook his head and said, "Everything is fine here, uncle doesn't have to worry about it!"

"Jun'er, you are also the leader of a gang now, you should understand that your uncle can't help himself. Tang Bifeng sighed heavily.

Song Mengjun smiled, nodded, and did not speak.

Tang Xianming sat on the side, looking at Song Mengjun, her cousin was so beautiful, although she was as cold and arrogant as an ice goddess, and there was no human feeling, she was more and more moving, and her heart couldn't help beating with her frowning and pursing her lips.

For some reason, as soon as he saw her, he felt cordial, blood was thicker than water, and it was really different.

"Cousin, are you familiar with Xiao Yihan?" Tang Xianming suddenly interjected, if it was someone else, under the majesty of Tang Bifeng, he would never dare to interject at will, but he was different.

Song Mengjun looked at him with bright eyes and nodded slowly: "Hmm." ”

Although her uncle was ruthless, she hated and hated him, but her cousin was innocent, so when she was clear to Tang Xianming, her face was more soothing.

"How did my cousin get acquainted with him?" Tang Xianming asked curiously, staring at Song Mengjun for a moment.

Song Mengjun frowned: "Do you know what this does?!"

"Cousin, I'm just curious!" Tang Xianming said dissatisfiedly, shaking his head: "This person, but he is arrogant, his eyes are empty, how can ordinary people enter his eyes?!"

"You mean, he has bad intentions and covets my beauty?!" Song Mengjun squinted his eyes and said angrily.

"Cousin, look at him, there are all the top beauties around, I don't believe him if he is not lustful!" Tang Xianming snorted and turned his head.

"Ming'er!" Tang Bifeng drank heavily, glared at him, complaining that he couldn't speak.

Song Mengjun glanced at him, but he was not angry, and he saw worry and sincerity in his eyes.

After pondering for a while, she raised her head and instructed solemnly: "Cousin, don't you want to provoke Mr. Xiao again!"

"Cousin, are you still protecting him?!" Tang Xian was obviously full of words, like a child.

"I'm for your good!" Song Mengjun shook his head, lowered his voice, and said earnestly: "His martial arts are as high as the sea, and he has surpassed the level of a martial arts master, even if you practice martial arts well, it will not help!"

"Cousin, it seems that you are really fascinated by him!" Tang Xianming shook his head and looked at Song Mengjun, showing pity.

"You little guy!" Song Mengjun was angry, glanced at him, waved his hand, and slapped him on the back of the head, extremely fast.

"The gentleman doesn't move his mouth!" Tang Xianming shouted dissatisfiedly.

"I'm a woman, not a gentleman!" Song Mengjun snorted.

"Okay, cousin, I'm going to fight back!" Tang Xianming cried out with his neck on his back, eager to try.

Tang Bifeng hurriedly shouted: "Ming'er!"

Song Mengjun stood up and snorted: "Uncle, don't stop me, I heard that my cousin is very talented, you can try it back and see if you can beat me!"

"Okay! That's what you said!" Tang Xianming also felt that the cousin in front of him was extremely powerful, and his hands were itchy for a while, and he wanted to take advantage of his majesty.

After that, he stood up "Teng", stared at Song Mengjun with both eyes, and was about to start a war.

"You two, why do you want to fight as soon as you meet?!" Tang Bifeng shook his head helplessly, but he was relieved in his heart.

Although Jun'er will not forgive himself as an uncle, if he can get along with Ming'er, he will gradually dissolve his resentment.

Song Mengjun said coldly: "Uncle, you are watching the battle from the sidelines, and I will teach this arrogant little guy a lesson!"

After that, her figure floated up, and she came to Tang Xianming, and reached out with a palm, extremely fast, and patted him on the right shoulder.

Tang Xianming was also tall, unhurried, took off his robe and changed positions, stepped on his feet, appeared on her side, and punched out, fierce and fierce, whirring.

After experiencing a fiasco, he learned from the pain, and felt that when he did it, he lacked the calm and unhurried bearing, and he didn't use his brains, so he was tied up and beaten by a young girl without the power to fight back.

Song Mengjun's body was extremely fast, and it was quite weird, his figure flashed, appeared behind him, and a palm was printed, silently.

Tang Xianming sensed that something was wrong, and took a step forward, as fast as a galloping horse, just dodging this palm, his body folded violently, his body turned forward, towards Song Mengjun, and rushed out a punch again, meeting the smooth jade palm that had lost the strength to advance.

Song Mengjunyu's face was tense, his palms remained unchanged, and he went straight up.

"Bang" fists and palms intersected, each took a step back, Song Mengjun's feet swirled, and the internal force stirred in the body was removed.

Tang Xianming took a step back, and after landing on the ground, he took another step back, and two deep footprints were imprinted on the thick white carpet.

"Let's go out!" Song Mengjun looked at it, and secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good, after Su Qingqing came back, he would definitely complain when he saw this situation.

Her figure flickered, and she lifted the curtain out, like a spirit swallow sweeping the forest, light and graceful, Tang Xianming was not to be outdone, her body rushed straight out, swinging out of the curtain, like an arrow shooting out.

Tang Bifeng shook his head and smiled, seeing that the martial arts of the two were good, he was relieved, but he was also curious about how Jun'er's martial arts were practiced.

Stepping on the bow of the boat, the two of them swayed, tossing and turning, extremely dexterous, you punched me and I slapped it, and they were very happy.

Song Mengjun nodded secretly in his heart, his cousin's talent is really amazing, he is young, he has such exquisite martial arts, although the fire is a little shallow, but he is already extremely good, and the future is limitless.

"Cousin, I'm done warming up, but I have to move seriously!" Song Mengjun pursed his lips and smiled, as bright as a snow lotus, dazzling.

"Come on!" Tang Xianming snorted in a deep voice, his fist technique was fierce, mixed with a trace of elegant qi, the realm was extraordinary, and he had obtained the essence of boxing.

Song Mengjun's figure changed suddenly, from fast to slow, and he could already see his figure clearly, and he could clearly see his hand and every shot.

Her palm technique also changed from fast to slow, elegant and calm, endless, pleasing to the eye, as if flowing water.

Tang Xianming felt that his body was stagnant, and suddenly there was a sticky force generated around him, this feeling was the most unforgettable for him, and it was the feeling he felt when facing Zhao Xiaosi.

His heart was awe-inspiring, his body was faster, and he punched out, the speed was extremely fast, as if it had torn the air, and he made a low whistling sound.

After being defeated by Zhao Xiaosi, he pondered and thought hard, trying to find a way to crack it, but he was a little discouraged, as if he couldn't think about it.

When it comes to speed, the other party is faster, and when it comes to fierceness, you can't hit others at all, and a sword stabs you often attack your weakness and can't parry.

But when facing his cousin, his confidence increased greatly, and the opponent's boxing skills were not fast, and his footwork was average, which was enough to deal with.

A punch is out, fierce and fierce, it is condensed by the internal force around him, and he must use his strength to break the trick and solve the problem with one punch, so that his cousin is convinced.

Song Mengjun smiled slightly, his body swayed, like a lotus flower in the water, and his palm flowed up to meet it, slowly and leisurely, but when he was about to touch his fist, he swirled, and it was extremely fast, as if forming a palm shadow, faintly like a funnel.

He suddenly felt that the punch had hit the air, but there was a sudden tearing force, and the fist seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand and pulled forward.

"Drink!" he exhaled, his legs slammed into the horse's step, two internal forces rose from his legs, twisted around his waist, and rushed up his arms like a poisonous dragon drill, his fists trembled, and he used the word "collapse".

Song Mengjun whirled and pulled, but he didn't pull his fist, he was not surprised, if he didn't have any control ability, he would be a genius in vain.

"Go!" Tang Xianming drank in a deep voice again, and punched out, but his right fist was withdrawn using the word "collapse", and his left fist rushed out like a cannonball.

This punch twisted his waist and struck, making it still collapse, extremely fast, and his strength was tricky, hitting Song Mengjun's chest.

Song Mengjun moved his left and right palms together, spinning in front of his chest, as if he was holding a big round ball and stroking, the movements were gentle, but extremely fast, chic and elegant.

He punched out, only to feel like hitting a piece of brown paper, an inexplicable force in front of the fist, making it almost impossible for him to strike.

"Tai Chi?!" Tang Bifeng shouted in a deep voice on the side.

Song Mengjun shook his head: "Uncle is wrong, it's not Tai Chi!"

Tang Xianming made a surname, punched out, and was blocked by the invisible force, he just wanted to break this force, shouted angrily, kicked under his feet, and rushed forward.

There was a "pop", which seemed to be the sound of a bubble bursting, and his body rushed, and the force of his fist was scattered, and it hit her straight in the chest.

Song Mengjun took a long time, and his white jade-like left palm fluttered up, which happened to hit his arm, and then turned sideways.

Tang Xianming only felt that his strength seemed to be leaking out, and it was difficult to control it, so he couldn't help but stumble and was taken to the head.

"This is not Tai Chi Boxing?!" Tang Bifeng stroked his silver hair, shook his head and smiled bitterly, he had seen Tai Chi of the Wudang School, although he had not personally understood it, his eyes were there.

"It's just the righteousness of Tai Chi. Song Mengjun smiled faintly, looking proud, looking at Tang Xianming, who was standing still.

"Cousin, do you still want to fight?" Song Mengjun asked lightly.

Tang Xianming thought about it, shook his head, put down his hands, and slowly finished his work.

"Cousin, what kind of martial arts did you just use?" Tang Xianming asked without any scruples.

"Soft palms. Song Mengjun said lightly, seeing that he was curious, he said: "I created it myself with reference to the fist intent of Taijiquan." ”

"You created it yourself?!" Tang Xianming's eyes widened and he exclaimed.

Song Mengjun glanced at him, with resentment in his eyes, as if he complained that he was making a fuss, and nodded gently: "Well, although the realm is not high, it is more than enough to clean you up!"

"Cousin, I haven't shown my real skills yet...... My swordsmanship is the best!" Tang Xianming exclaimed a little unconvinced.

"Sword competition?!" Song Mengjun shook his head and smiled, swept his eyes, and said, "How is your swordsmanship compared to your fist?"

"Nature is far better than boxing!" Tang Xianming said without hesitation.

"Okay, let's compare!" Song Mengjun nodded, her body moved, and her long sword was pointed at Tang Xianming's throat.

The retraction of her long sword was extremely fast, and Tang Xianming didn't see her cousin's movements clearly, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"Cousin, you, the swordsmanship is still far behind!" Song Mengjun returned his long sword to the sheath, glanced at him lightly, and said slowly.

With that, she turned and went back to the painting.

Tang Xianming stood at the bow of the boat in a daze, lost in thought, the breeze blowing, his clothes fluttering with the wind, but he did not move, like a wood carving.

"Jun'er, thank you for your hard work!" Tang Bifeng sat down and let out a long sigh, with a look of gratitude on his face.

Song Mengjun poured tea, didn't raise his head, and said lightly: "He is my cousin, I naturally won't harm him!"

Tang Bifeng stroked his beard and let out a long sigh, shaking his head: "Over the years, he has been outstanding in the clan and has developed all the problems of empty eyes, and this time he is released to let him see the strange people in the world, and change his proud surname!"

"Well, my cousin's talent is indeed excellent, and it is always good to broaden his horizons. Song Mengjun nodded and handed the teacup to him.

"Fortunately, it didn't cause any serious trouble. Tang Bifeng said with some joy and breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Mengjun sat down, took a sip of tea, and said lightly: "This time, fortunately, my cousin still knows how to advance and retreat, otherwise, if you provoke Mr. Xiao, the consequences will be unpredictable!"

Tang Bifeng hurriedly said: "What is Xiao Daxia's temper, will he hold a grudge against Ming'er?"

Song Mengjun thought for a while and shook his head: "Mr. Xiao is open-minded, don't offend him ruthlessly, and don't bother to pay attention to it, cousin don't take any more risks." ”

Tang Bifeng nodded: "I'll warn him when I go back,...... Alas, this kid doesn't know how important he is, it's really unreassuring!"

"Jun'er, ...... between you and Xiao Daxia?" Tang Bifeng said with a smile on his face.

"Uncle, don't talk nonsense!" Song Mengjun said busily, but two clusters of crimson rose on his snowy face, which was amazingly bright.

Seeing her like this, how could Tang Bifeng, who was already a person who had come over, not know, hehe smiled, and didn't say anything more, the little girl's face was tender, if she said it again, maybe it would really annoy her, but the gains outweighed the losses.

Returning to Guanyun Villa, everyone went straight through the back garden, sat in the weak water pavilion, and chatted with tea.

Liu Jing went to find Jiangnan Shenzhu Chen Surong again, and for a while, she often went there to learn women's appearance, and she was addicted.

"Master, guess what's going on over there?" Jiang Nanyun put down the teacup and asked Xiao Yuesheng with a smile.

"Drink your tea!" Xiao Yuesheng leaned on the railing, watching the koi swimming below, turned his head and glanced at her, and said angrily.

"Hehe, I guess, Sister Song will definitely teach Tang Gongzi a lesson!" Jiang Nanyun was unimpressed by Master's reprimand, and pursed his lips and smiled.

"Oh——?" Su Qingqing looked at him curiously, and said busily: "Why is this?"

"Hehe, don't say, don't say!" Jiang Nanyun grinned, glanced at Xiao Yuesheng, and picked up the teacup again.

"Sister Jiang, let's talk about it!" Su Qingqing ran to her, pulled her incense arm, shook it non-stop, and made a coquettish **.

"Okay, okay!" Jiang Nanyun couldn't resist and nodded busily.

Jiang Nanyun peeked at Xiao Yuesheng, lowered his voice, and said softly: "What do you think, his cousin has offended my master, how can Sister Song not teach him a lesson?!"

Su Qingqing suddenly glanced at Xiao Yuesheng, and nodded slowly and vigorously.

Song Mengjun's thoughts, her good friend can naturally guess that Jiang Nanyun's words can be described as hitting the nail on the head.

"Nanyun, shut up!" Xiao Yuesheng's words rang in their ears.

"Yes!" Jiang Nanyun closed his mouth, not daring to speak again.

As a disciple, she knows the master very well, and she doesn't say much if she knows the opportunity, so as not to provoke the master's anger.

While a few people were talking, suddenly Xiaohe floated over, dressed in a goose-yellow Luo shirt, like a bolt of lightning, and instantly came to them, bowed, and said softly: "Master, something happened to the Changsha Gang!"

"Hmm——?" Xiao Yuesheng's face changed, he stood up, and said hurriedly: "What's the matter?!"

"Gang Master Pan is waiting in the hall!" Xiao He said coquettishly.

Xiao Yuesheng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand: "You, it's not easy to scare me...... Let's go, I'll go over!"

(To be continued)