Ling Chaozong and the other three came out of the study, Cheng Ruofei handed over a letter written by Ling Chaozong himself and a few ingots of gold, and Ling'er thanked him and accepted it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Miss Ling'er, you have to be more careful with one of your daughter's families along the way!" Xu Dahai said.

"Thank you Second Master Xu for mentioning it, you have kept Ling'er's life-saving grace in mind. Ling'er bowed to Xu Dahai.

Nangong Shaoyou's heart moved: "Ling'er, I always don't feel at ease when you go back to Xiangyang alone. ”

Ling'er's eyes lit up, and she lowered her head, but her heart throbbed, thinking that Nangong Shaoyou was going to accompany her back.

"Second Brother Xu, the younger brother wants to bother you to send Ling'er back to Xiangyang for me, okay?" Nangong Shaoyou said.

Xu Dahai said: "I don't care, anyway, I also want to take a look at Xiangyang, General Meng, Mr. Zhou has been friends for a long time, but I am rude, and I am afraid that Miss Ling'er will hate it." ”

When Ling'er heard this, she was very disappointed in her heart, and she didn't want to stay any longer, so she said: "If I am accompanied by Second Master Xu, I am naturally very relieved, but I am tired of Second Master Xu." ”

"Don't bother, I like to walk around!" Xu Dahai immediately ordered his subordinates to pack a few clothes and silver taels for him, and immediately set off, but he was even more anxious than Ling'er.

Seeing off Ling'er, Nangong Shaoyou breathed a sigh of relief, Cheng Ruofei saw it in his eyes, and couldn't help but say: "Nangong Shaoyou, you are the happiest now." ”

"Ruofei!" Ling Chaozong glanced at his wife.

Nangong Shaoyou said embarrassedly: "It's not necessarily happy, it's just a little less embarrassing, I hope Ling'er can forget me." ”

"Who do you think you are?Pan An or Song Yu?" Cheng Ruofei has been with Ling'er for a while, and he loves her very much, so he naturally stands in her position.

Ling Chaozong couldn't help laughing, he had been with Nangong Shaoyou for a while, and knew that although this person had high martial arts and was arrogant, he didn't care about the etiquette of the world, the more direct you talked to him, the better, the most afraid was to turn around and stick to etiquette everywhere.

"Brother Nangong, I will drink with you today, and ask for martial arts by the way. Ling Chaozong was not polite to him.

"Okay! Don't dare to ask for advice, let's discuss it together!" Nangong Shaoyou said happily.

Hearing that her husband was going to discuss martial arts with Nangong Shaoyou, Cheng Ruofei admired Nangong Shaoyou's martial arts very much, and immediately became interested, and said, "Can I also participate? ”

"I am a guest of the Ling family, you are the emperor of the Ling family, Brother Ling still doesn't dare to make a mistake in front of you, how dare I go against your will. Nangong Shaoyou finally took revenge in words.

For several days, Nangong Shaoyou took Ling Meixue to the grove at night to teach martial arts, and during the day, he discussed the martial arts of the Thunderbolt Gate with Ling Chaozong and Cheng Ruofei, and also instructed Cheng Ruofei to chase the soul swordsmanship.

Nangong Shaoyou is extremely simple, although he is not-for-tat with people he doesn't like, he doesn't even look at you, but he is very enthusiastic about the people he likes.

Therefore, she not only answered the questions raised by Ling Chaozong, but also put forward many novel insights, which are all difficult for a rigorous Ling Chaozong to see.

The arrival of Nangong Shaoyou really made Ling Chaozong have a feeling of clearing the clouds, which simply brought him to another situation, making him see that there were still so many mysteries in his martial arts, and he really couldn't master it yet.

Nangong Shaoyou suddenly remembered the words of his master Song Zixiu: "Brother Ling, my master said that the world's martial arts are naturally respected by Shaolin, but in fact, in the martial arts for hundreds of years, there will always be one or two outstanding figures in some sects with origins, and it can be said that they can lead the martial arts, why is this?" It is because of every sect with history, martial arts naturally have their own uniqueness, when there are people with high understanding in the sect, they can take this martial arts to the extreme, and they can naturally stand proudly in the martial arts, many people go everywhere to pursue the martial arts of other sects, in fact, they are also stupid, and they put the treasures that have not yet been developed by their own sects and go to the near and far!"

When Ling Chaozong heard this, he couldn't help but admire Song Zixiu's extraordinary insight, he had indeed sighed before, his thunderbolt martial arts was not enough to laugh at the martial arts, it was really a pity.

Now after listening to this translation, it also resonates in my heart, the Perak Gate has been founded for hundreds of years, and there have indeed been many first-class masters during this period, if it is not for the uniqueness of this school's martial arts, how can it exist in the martial arts for hundreds of years, in fact, there is a certain truth.

Unconsciously, the winter moon has arrived, and the Ling family is already busy preparing for the New Year, so it is not lively, and the disciples of the Perak Gate scattered all over the Central Plains have also rushed back.

Ling Chaozong received the disciples who came back almost every day, listening to the disciples' confessions, Nangong Shaoyou's heart was also missing his master and Song Wan'er.

Thinking that he was going back to Tianshan, he was just going to marry Song Wan'er when he returned to Tianshan, during this time, he left Murong Feifei and Song Wan'er, in addition to his increasing thoughts about Murong Feifei in his heart, Song Wan'er's shadow often appeared when he returned to his midnight dream.

He knew that he was also affectionate to Song Wan'er, not to repay his master, and this feeling made him very happy.

Whenever I think that as long as I return to Tianshan, I will marry Song Wan'er in the cave room, my heart is inevitably throbbing and I am very yearning, but I think that Murong Feifei doesn't know how, but he only cares about pleasure, which is a bit of that.

He faintly gave himself a limit in his heart, as long as he heard the news that Duan Si and Murong Feifei were married, he would go back to Tianshan to marry Song Wan'er.

But he was very resistant in his heart, if he really heard the news of Murong Feifei's marriage, he was unwilling.

Therefore, whenever a disciple of the Ling family comes back from afar, or a guest comes to the Ling family, he always consciously evades, lest he hear the news of the marriage of the prince of Dali in the mouth of others.

On this day, he had nothing to do and was a little depressed, so he took Ling Meixue to the West Lake to play.

The two found a restaurant near the lake and just opened their seats, and the wine was hot, but they didn't start drinking it yet.

I saw a subordinate of the Ling family hurriedly arrive: "Nangong Daxia, the master said that a distinguished guest has arrived, please go back." ”

Nangong Shaoyou couldn't help but feel shocked in his heart, could it be that there was news about Murong Feifei's marriage, this was what he was most afraid of in his heart during this time, as long as there was any trouble, he always thought of this matter, thinking that the whole world was paying attention, but in fact, he was the only one who took it to heart Moreover, how did others know what he was thinking.

He was anxious along the way, asking the next person why the guests had to see him.

The subordinates didn't know why, but although the guests from Ling Chaozong had never met Nangong Shaoyou, they actually had a very close relationship.

Nangong Shaoyou suspected in his heart that it was someone from the Duan family in Dali, he had never met, and he had a very good relationship, and he gave his favorite little junior sister to the Duan family, of course, it was very related. (To be continued.) )