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Xiao Yuesheng sat on horseback, stretched out his left hand from his sleeve, and held a chess piece between his index finger and middle finger, white as jade, exuding a warm luster. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When they saw it, their hearts were cold, revealing a faint cowardice, such a means to take people's lives in a snap of their fingers, there is no way to avoid it, and it is really terrible.

Of course, they are not afraid of death, since they set foot on the road of martial arts, they know that they will inevitably die, but such a silent death, no one knows, no power to resist, it is too much, too unworthy, too unwilling!

"If you continue to entangle, they are an example. Xiao Yuesheng's tone was light, he glanced at everyone, and said casually.

Seeing him so lightly, they were terrified in their hearts, and their murderous faces did not change, to this point, this guy must have killed a lot of people!

"The surname is Xiao, you wait, our Yang family won't let you go!" one of them shouted, turned around and left.

The rest of the people glared at Xiao Yuesheng fiercely, picked up Yang Shishi and Yang Chengwei on their backs, beat their horses and left, galloped away, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a few small black dots and disappeared without a trace.

"Who are you?!" He Xueqing stepped forward, her eyebrows frowning slightly, and her deep pool-like eyes showed a look of wariness.

Seeing Xiao Yuesheng understatement and taking the surnames of the two people, she looked a little frightened.

"Xiao Guanlan is me!" Xiao Yuesheng showed a faint smile, pulled the reins, knocked the horse's belly, and jumped out.

Xiao ...... See...... Lan ......" He Xueqing muttered to herself, snorting lightly, a little unbelieving, such a master, he will not be nameless.

Seeing that Xiao Yuesheng had already walked away, she hurriedly got on the horse, shook the reins, Qing'er neighed excitedly, galloped out, and gradually caught up with Xiao Yuesheng.

The two walked side by side, galloping on horseback, the surrounding scenery retreated rapidly, and the cold wind blew on the face, like a knife cut, but there was a different taste.

"Miss Jiang, get up so early to practice swords?" Ling Hu Chong was dressed in a strong suit, and walked along the path of Heng Mountain with his sword, when he suddenly encountered Jiang Nanyun turning out of a small forest, his eyes lit up, and he stepped forward to say hello.

Jiang Nanyun was dressed in a moon-white shirt, like a flawless lotus, although his expression was cold, he had a unique style.

Although Ling Hu Chong has a heart, when he sees such a beautiful woman, he is still dizzying, and his eyes are bright.

"Isn't Linghu Gongzi so diligent?" Jiang Nanyun smiled faintly, although he smiled, he had an aura of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

Since Xiao Yuesheng left Hengshan, Jiang Nanyun's face has not been very good, as if he is depressed and unhappy, and he has something on his mind.

Seeing her like this, Ling Hu Chong and Lin Ping couldn't bear it, so they took turns to come forward to comfort her, but the effect was not good, although she returned to normal, she no longer smiled.

Every day, she practiced on a mountain cliff, and the swordsmanship she practiced was not necessarily very clever, but she practiced it profusely, which made Ling Hu Chong quite puzzled.

Jiang Nanyun is the leader of a gang, and his majesty has been unconsciously formed, coupled with the subtlety of the pure heart, when he frowns slightly, there is a faint majesty, which makes people feel empty.

When she was in a bad mood, she frowned slightly, and Ling Hu Chong felt a pressure enveloping her, and she felt uncomfortable.

"My martial arts skills are low, so I can only fly first!" Ling Hu Chong laughed.

Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled: "Linghu Gongzi Teqian, now that your skills have almost recovered, your swordsmanship has become more and more sophisticated, and your martial arts are still low?"

"If you compare with Miss Jiang, your martial arts are far behind!" Ling Hu Chong said with a smile, his body was light, and the inexplicable pressure disappeared.

Jiang Nanyun smiled lightly, shook his head and said, "That's not likely!"

"Miss Jiang, why don't we learn a thing or two, how about it?" Ling Hu Chong said busily.

Jiang Nanyun's eyes turned, brilliant and impressive, glanced at him, and nodded: "Let's talk?...... Alright!"

It seems to be quite reluctant, but I secretly scream in my heart, which is exactly what I want.

In the past few days, she has been practicing hard, as if she is dying, every time she is tired and exhausted, and her whole body is unable to move.

It's a pity that the Qingxu Sword Technique seems simple, but it is extremely difficult to practice, and now, she can only use six swords.

After that, her internal strength was exhausted and she was unable to exert it.

This made her, who has always been extremely smart, very frustrated, and her own ingenuity seemed to be completely useless when it came to the Qingxu swordsmanship.

If you want to make the Clear Void Sword, you need to have a deep and incoherent internal force, and your own internal force is placed in the martial arts, which is already the top, but it still does not make the Pure Void Sword, which shows that its requirements are harsh.

Today's plan is not to practice swordsmanship, but internal force, but to do it, it is difficult to achieve it quickly, unless you take the elixir refined by the master.

The master will never agree, so the only way to do this is to practice internal strength, and the method of practicing internal strength is to clear the void sword.

This set of swordsmanship is not only a consumption of internal force, but also an inexplicable wonder, every time she is exhausted from practice, after recovery, the internal force is always greatly improved.

The speed of diligent progress is far comparable to that of her own meditation and cultivation, which makes her originally depressed and refreshed, so she practices so desperately, exhausting herself every time.

From an outsider's point of view, it is she who practices hard, Yue Buqun once instructed Hu Chong, Miss Jiang is strong in martial arts, but look at how your family practices, how do you practice!

The two of them turned around and came to a small forest, there was a clearing on this side, with the hillside at its back, and a small forest in front of it, which was used for practice, and the scenery was excellent.

The two had already had a discussion, and they knew what was behind each other, stood still, drew their swords out of their sheaths, snorted softly, and made their own moves.

Jiang Nanyun was motionless, the long sword was elegant, light as a willow branch, stabbing out slowly, the tip of the sword swayed, unpredictable, and the big points of his upper body were all in the shrouded range.

Linghu Chong's swordsmanship is obliquely twisted, indescribably clumsy and ugly, but it is extremely accurate, and the place where it is attacked is where Jiang Nanyun's flaws lie.

Jiang Nan Yunwu didn't change until the long sword was close, and suddenly he twisted his body, the long sword retreated, and inexplicably, the tip of the sword almost stabbed his wrist.

Linghu Chong had no choice but to withdraw his sword and retreat to avoid its edge.

Since the practice of using heavy swords, his strength has increased, and his sword is extremely fast, nearly twice as fast as far away, and with the subtlety of Dugu Nine Swords, a sword technique can be described as rare in the world.

Unexpectedly, when he met Jiang Nanyun, he was tied, and with one move, he fell behind, and he was only passively beaten.

Immediately, Jiang Nanyun took out the sword slowly, but continuously, one sword after another, and in the blink of an eye, Ling Hu Chong had already withdrawn more than ten steps.

"Stop!" Ling Hu Chong suddenly retreated, raising his hand and shouting.

He smiled wryly, shook his head and said, "Alas...... , I thought that my swordsmanship was a little more sophisticated, and I should be able to make a few moves in your hands, but I didn't want to, and I lost even more!"

"Your swordsmanship is not bad, it's just ......" Jiang Nanyun returned the sword to the sheath with a smile, swept the green silk next to his temples, and his demeanor was graceful.

"Why is that?!" Ling Hu Chong hurriedly asked, looking eager.

He was also puzzled, looking at Jiang Nanyun's swordsmanship, it was not extremely powerful and exquisite, why did he let himself be restrained and difficult to parry?!

Jiang Nanyun smiled, as bright as Chenhui: "This set of swordsmanship, every flaw in every move, is a trap, your Dugu Nine Sword is the best at finding gaps and entering, this is the sharpness, but also the usability." ”

"I see!" Ling Hu Chong suddenly smiled, and shook his head.

is so virtual and real, and it is really terrifying, although this set of swordsmanship is slow, it is his own nemesis, and his heart is terrified.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" asked Ling Hu Chong with a wry smile.

"The willow sword is what the family teacher realized when he saw the willow tree on the Su Causeway of West Lake. Jiang Nanyun's mood seemed to be better, and Yan Ran smiled.

"Mr. Xiao is talented, beyond his reach. Ling Hu Chong shook his head and sighed.

The smile on Jiang Nanyun's face suddenly froze, and gradually dissipated, as if the tide was receding, making Hu Chong feel soft in his heart, and wanted to comfort a few words, but he didn't know what to say.

Between her eyebrows, a faint resentment floated up, as if a light smoke shrouded her, making her even more touching.

A painting of West Lake is rippling in the center of the lake, and there is no one in the painting.

In Guanyun Villa, in the hall on the first floor of Hanyan Pavilion, the sound of the piano is crisp and pleasant, soothing and free.

Liu Jing's hair shawl, like black satin, exudes a soft luster, wearing a moon-white silk robe, gently sticking to the undulating jade body, the luster is flashing, and she is wearing a nightgown.

On the couch in the southwest corner, she sat sideways, looking lazy, with a book in her hand.

There was still a person sitting on the couch, but it was Song Mengjun, dressed in a light yellow shirt, with a flawless jade face, holding an embroidered brace in his hand, and he was concentrating on embroidery.

Su Qingqing sat under the window and in front of the Xuan desk, the window was open, and the peach blossoms outside the window were swaying, as if they wanted to enter the house.

Her posture is straight, her slender hand strokes the piano, gently wipes it slowly, and makes a sound of congcong, and on her jade face, her expression is confused, and she seems to be caught in the artistic conception of the sound of the piano.

Xiaohe sat on an embroidery pier, also holding a book in his hand, on the low table in front of him, the small red clay stove gurgling, the white vapor was steaming, it was boiling, and the tea fragrance in the hall was overflowing.

The milky white carpet, the plain furniture, the sound of the piano, the fragrance of tea, and the faint fragrance of flowers blown in by the wind make the hall both elegant and warm.

The sound of the piano stopped, Su Qingqing sat in a daze, looking at the delicate peach blossoms in a daze, as if thinking about something, the expression on her exquisite face changed, happy and worried, sometimes shy, sometimes resentful.

Song Mengjun looked up, just enough to see Su Qingqing's side face, the frost-like jade face thawed, and pursed his lips and smiled: "Sister Su?"

Su Qingqing's body trembled, turned around suddenly, and hurriedly said, "Sister Song, are you talking to you?"

"Sister Su, aren't you thinking about your sweetheart?!" Liu Jing pursed her lips and chuckled, her smile was gentle, and her voice was soft.

Su Qingqingxiu's face turned red, as if Danzhu had fallen into the clear water, she hurriedly twisted her body and said coquettishly: "Sister Liu, don't talk nonsense!"

Seeing her like this, Liu Jing chuckled lightly and said, "I'm right, Sister Su, which man can be favored by your sister, talk about it!"

Su Qingqing was ashamed, glanced at her coquettishly, turned away, ignored her anymore, pressed the strings with both hands, and the sound of Cong Cong Qin sounded.

Liu Jing pursed her lips and smiled and shook her head.

Song Mengjun's frosty jade face glanced at Liu Jing with a smile, thinking in his heart, and he had some doubts.

Su Qingqing's thoughts, she had already seen it, but she didn't believe that Sister Liu didn't see it, but if she saw it, how could she be so close? Song Mengjun was puzzled in her heart.

She put aside these thoughts and asked in a low voice, "Sister Liu, when will Mr. Xiao come back?"

Su Qingqingqin's voice paused, and he was busy picking it up again, but he had already pricked up his ears.

Liu Jing glanced at her and smiled: "I still have some words, eldest brother said, he met a woman and came to find Sister Song." ”

"Looking for my ?...... Which one?" Song Mengjun was surprised, and his phoenix eyes widened slightly.

"Falling Snow Divine Sword He Xueqing, do you recognize it?" Liu Jing put down the scroll and asked with a gentle smile.

Song Mengjun was stunned for a moment and nodded: "It's her......"

Su Qingqing finally pressed his hands, the sound of the piano stopped, turned his head, and thoughtfully: "Falling Snow Divine Sword, such a big name, if you want to come to the swordsmanship, it must be good...... , Sister Song, who is she?"

"Haven't you heard of this name?" Song Mengjun seemed surprised.

Su Qingqing shook her head, Song Mengjun looked at Liu Jing, Liu Jing also shook her head, and Xiaohe also shook her head, none of them had heard of this name.

Song Mengjun shook her head helplessly: "No wonder, she has been active in the north, and we can rarely hear it." ”

"Her swordsmanship is very good, isn't she?" asked Su Qingqing.

Song Mengjun put down the embroidery brace and nodded slowly: "Her swordsmanship is far above me!"

"So powerful?!" Su Qingqing was surprised, in her feeling, Song Mengjun's swordsmanship was already extremely powerful, far surpassing her peers, but she didn't expect that in addition to Jiang Nanyun, among the female masters, there were more powerful than her.

"She is the same age as me, her swordsmanship is better than mine, and her beauty is not as good as ......" Song Mengjun shook his head and smiled, his eyes looked through the window and into the distance.

Su Qingqing turned around and said to Liu Jing, "Mr. Xiao is with her?!"

"Well," Liu Jing nodded and said with a smile: "There is the Hengshan faction, and Sister Yilin is the head,...... Nanyun was sent by him to protect the Huashan faction, saying that Zuo Lengchan had poisoned him and wanted to kill the head of Yue,...... When the eldest brother came back alone, he met this Falling Snow Sword on the way. ”

Su Qingqing pouted, snorted lightly, and his face was flushed with vinegar, and his intention was obvious.

Song Mengjun glanced at her, sighed secretly, and said softly: "The name of the Falling Snow Sword is He Xueqing, and her temperament is a little similar to that of Sister Liu, gentle as water. ”

The head of the Hengshan faction, as the leader of the Qinghua Gang, is well-informed, so she naturally already knows, but she is a little worried about Xiao Yuesheng in her heart.

She has a lot of experience with the lethality of the Falling Snow Sword, and no man can stop it, even if Mr. Xiao can't do it.

The hero is sad to pass the beauty pass, even if Mr. Xiao's heart is as strong as iron, it is difficult to stand the tenderness of the soft fingers.

"Sister Liu, let's urge Mr. Xiao and let him come back soon!" Su Qingqing looked at Liu Jing worriedly.

Liu Jing pursed her lips and smiled, and looked at her twice: "Sister Su, what are you worried about?"

Su Qingqing was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly, her face was as red as a maple leaf, she was so ashamed that she had nowhere to drill, so she hurriedly turned around and said coquettishly: "Lonely men and widows...... , Oh, I'm not afraid that Sister Liu will make you sad!"

Liu Jingying chuckled lightly and swept her long flowing hair: "If the eldest brother likes it, how can I stop it, it's better not to have this heart." ”

Song Mengjun and Su Qingqing were stunned for a moment, they didn't expect her to say this, a gesture of resignation and indifference, is it possible, can it really be so generous?

Su Qingqing's heart suddenly swelled with a snickering joy, and then he was forcibly suppressed, for fear that after his hope, he would be disappointed again and would not be able to bear it.

"Sister Song, what is the origin of this He Xueqing?"

Song Mengjun looked upright and said solemnly: "Speaking of this person, it is really admirable. ”

She thought for a while and said, "She has no father since she was a child, and she depends on her mother for her life. ”

Su Qingqing spit out her fragrant tongue: "It's amazing!"

She came from a martial arts family, and it is by no means as easy as people imagine to know the hardships of self-taught martial arts.

If you don't understand it at all, relying on a sword book, it is difficult to get started, just like the school of later generations, if you don't go to elementary school, junior high school and high school, give you a college textbook, even if you are extremely talented, it is difficult to understand.

Especially the powerful sword spectrum, you often need to have a very deep foundation to be qualified to practice, otherwise, practicing it will be harmful and useless.

"Now, she has made a name for herself in the north, and I used to travel with her when I was in the middle of my training. Song Mengjun said slowly, with a hint of admiration and contact with God in his expression, thinking of the original situation.

"Is she really beautiful?" asked Su Qingqing seriously.

"Beautiful as a fairy!" Song Mengjun nodded heavily, glanced at her, pursed his lips and chuckled: "It's on par with Miss Jiang." ”

"Such a beauty, it's really hanging!" Su Qingqing muttered to herself in a low voice.

Song Mengjun hurriedly glanced at Liu Jing, seeing that she pursed her lips, she was secretly worried, and she had a little headache, even if she was the leader of a gang, she didn't know what to do.

"I'll urge the eldest brother to come back early!" Liu Jing chuckled: "However, Miss He is a friend of Sister Song, so you can't leave it alone, let them hurry as quickly as possible." ”

"That's all there is to it. Su Qingqing nodded absentmindedly.

Liu Jing shook her head and chuckled, and didn't say anything more, she was a bystander, and she had long been aware of Su Qingqing and Song Mengjun's thoughts, but she had been pretending not to know.

It's a rare trick to be confused, and she keeps it in mind.

The two of them galloped as fast as lightning.

Suddenly, there was a crisp chirping from the sky, like a bird's song, but it was so clear that it was like a crane.

Xiao Yuesheng looked up, stretched out his hand to pinch his lips, and a clear whistle rose to the sky.

Immediately, a white shadow rushed like lightning, instantly came above him, followed him lightly, and fell to his shoulder.

He Xueqing leaned slightly, turned her head sideways to look at Xiao Yuesheng, and showed a smile on her face, Xiao Yuesheng had a white bird on her shoulder.

This bird seems to be a pigeon, the whole body is snow-white, there is no miscellaneous hair, it seems to be pure white snow, the body is beautiful, it looks very comfortable, but her small eyes are red, like a jewel, when it turns, the spirit is full of love.

Standing on Xiao Yuesheng's shoulder, she turned her head to look around from time to time, as if she was looking around, even though the horse was galloping, it was as steady as Mount Tai, standing calmly, quite a general's demeanor, and even more endearing.

He Xueqing gently pulled the reins, slowed down and walked slowly, approached Xiao Yuesheng, and was about to reach out to touch the white bird.

The white bird jumped slightly, flying from Xiao Yuesheng's left shoulder to his right shoulder, dodging He Xueqing's jade hand, and his jewel-like eyes glared at her, revealing a look of vigilance.

Xiao Yuesheng reached out and stroked its little head, and took a bamboo tube from its sharp claws, and there was a letter in the bamboo tube, which was rolled by a thin piece of paper.

Sweeping his eyes twice, he closed his palms and rubbed them gently, and suddenly the white end fell from his palm, the horse galloped, and the cold wind blew the white end away, dissipating without a trace.

"Is this the bird you raised?" He Xueqing looked fond of it, stared at the white bird gently, and asked Xiao Yuesheng softly.

Her voice was extremely light, as if she was afraid that the loud voice would scare the white bird away.

She began to think that it was a pigeon, but when she saw the claws of the white bird, she dispelled this thought, these talons, as strong as the claws of an eagle, the tips of the claws shone with a cold light, like the edge of a sword, and at a glance she knew that it was not a good kind.

"Hmm. Xiao Yuesheng nodded, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, and poured out a small red pill the size of a bean.

The white bird chirped, nodded happily, pecked lightly, swallowed the red pill, rose to the sky, and made a high-pitched and loud chirp, Qingyue was incomparable, and seemed to have the momentum of shocking a hundred birds, and then, in a flash, it soared into the sky and disappeared.

He Xueqing looked envious, raised her head and stared at the place where the white bird disappeared, she didn't turn her eyes away for a long time, and the love on her face was overflowing.

"If you like it, stay in Lin'an City and go and play with them. Xiao Yuesheng said.

"What a beautiful bird!" He Xueqing lowered her head and admired.

She is dressed in a snow-white Luo shirt, spotless, and has a snow-white and flawless jade face, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world.

"It's not a bird, it's an eagle. Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and corrected.

He Xueqing frowned, and said unhappily: "It's obviously a bird, how can it be an eagle?!"

In her impression, the eagle has always been extremely domineering and ferocious, and the little bird just now was obviously well-behaved and cute, but the ferocious eagle couldn't stand it at all!

"It's really an eagle. Xiao Yuesheng smiled bitterly, along the way, he finally understood the demeanor of this gentle woman.

She looks gentle as water and speaks gently, but her nonsense and strong words are also extremely clever.

Xiao Yuesheng was a little helpless, so he could only smile bitterly.

"It's not early, let's go to the town in front of us to rest!" Xiao Yuesheng pointed to the flag in the distance, where it seemed to be a wine flag erected by a restaurant, very high, and could be seen from a distance on the official road.

"Wow. He Xueqing replied in a coquettish voice, gently clamped the horse, galloped away, and let Xiao Yuesheng eat dust.

She seemed to have taken up Xiao Yuesheng, and when she saw his calm and majestic appearance, she had the urge to make a fuss, and often resorted to small means, which made him smile bitterly.

I can't beat it, I don't care to scold it, it's not worth seeing with a little girl, I'm really afraid of being teased by her.

Soon, they entered a town that was bustling with people and the streets bustling with traffic.

The signboard of that restaurant is very high, it is easy to find, they come to the restaurant, people come in and out, and it is also very lively.

Soon, a little second came and took their horses away, and went to feed them the best feed, and took good care of them, so that after eating, they could hurry.

Led by another junior, they came to the second floor of the restaurant.

On the second floor, there is a private room, which is quieter, but you can faintly hear the sound below.

They came to the room of Chunyuxuan and sat down opposite.

Chunyuxuan is about 20 square meters, although it is not big, but it is only a table of eight immortals, it does not seem narrow, there are paper flowers on the table, and there are a few pots of flowers in the corner of the wall, although it is a simple arrangement, it is also simple and elegant.

Xiao Yuesheng ordered the wine first, and then ordered a few dishes, the dishes were served very quickly, and after a while, two of them were served.

Xiao Yuesheng took a bite of the chopstick, then frowned, put down the silver chopstick, and just drank blindly and stopped eating.

He has now reached the realm of Bigu, even if he doesn't eat, it is fine, but he is just used to nature, and he also likes to eat and drink.

He Xueqing glanced at him, saw that he was just holding a bowl, drinking wine one by one, giving him a blank look, Ying Ying got up, and turned out of Chunyu Xuan.

Xiao Yuesheng didn't know what she was going out for, so he didn't pay attention to it, drinking wine, thinking about his thoughts.

On the letter just now, it was Liu Jing who urged herself to go back quickly, saying that she missed it a lot, Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly.

This lady of mine is extremely shy, even if she is crazy in her heart, she will not show it, but will cover it up, for fear of being seen by herself.

Could it be that he knew He Xueqing's identity, and then had a sense of vigilance?

This is also not right, normally, Madame has always turned a blind eye to herself and other women, and should not be urged because of this.

That is, something happened in the village.

Thinking of this, he secretly felt anxious in his heart, opened the window, pursed his lips and let out a clear whistle.

In the blink of an eye, a white light shot in, and it was the white bird.

This white bird, which has always hovered above him, is often above the clouds, and it is difficult for people to notice, let alone notice.

Xiao Yuesheng slapped his face, called Xiao Er over, took the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and walked the snake under the pen, and with a wave, he wrote a few words, encapsulated them in a bamboo tube, and gently sent it away.

The white bird turned into a streamer of light, soared into the sky, and disappeared in an instant.

The door opened, and He Xueqing walked in with Nana in her hand, serving two dishes in her hand, which were exactly what Xiao Yuesheng had ordered just now.

"Is that bird here again?" she sat down, brought the food to Xiao Yuesheng, and asked with a gentle smile, very cordial.

"Well, I'll let it send the letter back. Xiao Yuesheng nodded and looked at the two dishes in front of him.

The color and fragrance are all complete, but I don't know what the taste is, but seeing that it has already made people breathe, Xiao Yuesheng couldn't wait to pick up the silver chopstick, took a sip, and his face changed slightly.

"Who did this?!" he looked up at He Xueqing and said eagerly.

He Xueqing stretched out her slender fingers, slowly raised them, and pointed to her chest, showing a smile on her face, revealing pride.

Xiao Yuesheng raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised, he didn't expect that this master of swordsmanship was so clever in cooking, and he couldn't be good-looking, and he was honest.

"How does it taste?" He Xueqing asked with a smile.

Xiao Yuesheng nodded while chewing: "Yes, it is much more clever than those chefs, and it has a unique intoxicating taste." ”

He Xueqing straightened her chest, her angry clothes seemed to be torn, and she smiled: "My craftsmanship is inherited from my mother, although I dare not say that I am alone in the world, but it is not beyond the reach of ordinary people!"

Xiao Yuesheng nodded, but she didn't think she was boasting, such cooking skills are indeed the best in the world, very rare.

This meal was the best he had since he left the villa, drinking wine in a big bowl and eating vegetables, and he was very happy.

After they had eaten lunch, they went on their way, urging him to go back quickly, but he was a little anxious, so he did not hesitate to hurry.

In the evening, a clear song sounded, and a white light fell on the shoulder of Xiao Yuesheng, who was galloping on a horse, but it was the white bird that went and returned.

When He Xueqing saw it, she pulled the reins and leaned over, wanting to touch the white bird, but it avoided it and was vigilant.

For the living, it is extremely vigilant, and it is also because of Xiao Yuesheng's training.

After reading the letter sent by Bai Bird, there was nothing serious, but Song Mengjun was anxious to see He Xueqing.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled, although he didn't understand what was going on, he was relieved.

In the next two days, He Xueqing cooked by herself, which made Xiao Yuesheng admire and treat her a little better, after all, eating other people's mouths is short, and she is embarrassed to be cold and indifferent.

That evening they came to a small town and wanted to find an inn to rest for the night.

I still found the best restaurant, found a good seat, and sat down by the window.

This is a very large restaurant, attracting guests from all over the world, lively and extraordinary, the bigger the restaurant, the more people.

As soon as Xiao Yuesheng and the others sat down, a person came over, hugged Xiao Yuesheng, and said, "This son, my son-in-law wants to sit in this seat, please let me go." ”

This person is tall, with high cheekbones, thin lips, looking a little yin and mean, and his eyes are faintly shining, obviously with martial arts.

He stared at Xiao Yuesheng with burning eyes, as if he was secretly pressuring.

Xiao Yuesheng frowned, took a look, and saw that there were four people sitting at the table not far away, among which was a young man, Mink Qiu Shengxue, graceful and luxurious.

Seeing Xiao Yuesheng looking over, the noble son nodded slightly to him, his expression was modest, and he seemed to have excellent cultivation and grace.

Xiao Yuesheng was just about to agree, but He Xueqing saw that the situation was not good, and she was coquettish: "Why should we give our seat to others?!"

(To be continued)