Xue Yiren has a high prestige in the army, but he is low-key by nature, and as a member of the Xue family, he was later transferred from the front-line troops by using his connections. Twenty years have passed like this, and his prestige back then has gradually been forgotten. Obviously, it is not known to people in the world. uuk.
It was also thanks to meeting Song Qingshu, if it were someone else, I might not know how powerful he is, but Song Qingshu is different, after all, after seeing Gu Long, he knows that Xue Yiren is definitely comparable to Ximen Chuuxue after Dacheng, and stabs him with a sword Chu Liuxiang, who was number one in lightness kung fu, had no time to dodge, and he didn't use all his strength for that sword strike.
Song Qingshu actually didn't know if the Xue Yiren in front of him was the same person as the one in Gu Long, but judging from the other party's move just now, this person's cultivation level was by no means inferior to the original Huashan Fengqingyang. Back then, Dongfang Muxue's martial arts were so high, after the battle with Feng Qingyang, she couldn't use martial arts for ten years...
With Song Qingshu's current cultivation base and eyesight, he has an objective judgment in his heart. In terms of the exquisiteness of swordsmanship, Feng Qingyang may be better than Xue Yiren in front of him, but in terms of the purity of sword intent, Xue Yiren is better than Xue Yiren. Feng Qingyang, after all, Feng Qingyang practiced Dugu Qiubai's sword technique, while Xue Yiren's sword technique was created by himself.
Xue Yiren slowly raised the sword in his hand, his eyes full of nostalgia and sigh: "I haven't used a sword for a long time, but I have to make an exception when I meet you today."
Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "It seems that I should feel honored."
Xue Yiren said lightly: "It is my honor to meet a master like you." As soon as the words fell, the long sword in his hand had been slowly unsheathed, and the coldness of the sword could be felt from a distance of several feet .
Song Qingshu frowned slightly. It wasn't that he was afraid of the other party. He just felt that fighting against such a top expert for no reason would be out of proportion to the rewards. What's more, Huang Rong was still in the sedan chair. Seeing her, it would be even more regrettable if any accident happened.
However, he also knows that for those who are obsessed with martial arts, finding a comparable opponent is very exciting, and it is almost impossible to make the opponent give up the idea of fighting.
Just when he had no choice but to decide to make a move, a pleasant female voice suddenly came from the street not far away: "Wait a moment~wait a moment~"
Song Qingshu followed the prestige, and saw a young girl riding a horse, her face was like a silver basin, her eyes were like apricots, her lips were unpigmented but full of dandelion, her eyebrows were unpainted but green. Originally, riding a horse was not compatible with words such as demure Above, but Song Qingshu could feel a kind of dignified, graceful and elegant demeanor from this girl.
"It turned out to be her!" Song Qingshu recognized this beautiful girl. When she was crowned King Qi, she followed her father to the mansion to congratulate her. The reason why she recognized her at a glance was because her name was Xue Baochai.
Seeing her, Xue Yiren couldn't help frowning: "What are you doing here?"
Xue Baochai pulled the rein and stopped, probably because she was too hurried, which caused her to speak a little out of breath: "Brother, you can't challenge him."
Hearing the address in her mouth, Song Qingshu couldn't help being startled, his eyes swept back and forth between her and Xue Yiren a few times, thinking that the two siblings are decades apart, and her father is really old and strong...
However, he quickly remembered Xue Ji's appearance. It was impossible to be Xue Yiren's father. Song Qingshu quickly realized that the relationship was similar to that of Jia Zhen and Jia Baoyu. brother.
Hearing what his sister said, Xue Yiren snorted coldly: "Why can't I challenge him?"
Xue Baochai got off the horse, first looked at Song Qingshu, gave him an apologetic look, and then ran to his brother and said: "He has been named the King of Qi, and now he has a distinguished status, and the power under his command should not be underestimated. There is no need for the family to provoke such a powerful enemy."
Although her voice was very low, she could still hear clearly with Song Qingshu's cultivation level, and she couldn't help secretly sighing that Xue Baochai's personality was indeed the same, graceful and general, and everything was considered so carefully.
"Is this what you meant or what your father meant?" Xue Yiren said with a frown.
"That's what I meant, but if my father was present, he would definitely stop you." Xue Baochai said quickly.
Song Qingshu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, of course it would be best not to fight this kind of inexplicable fight.
Xue Yiren fell into silence, just when everyone thought he had given up, who would have thought that he suddenly said: "I have not been able to find anyone who can use the sword these years, and now I have finally found one, even if your father is here, today I will Can't stop me."
Xue Baochai became anxious immediately. She knew that if the two fought a battle, whoever would win would definitely offend Song Qingshu, a formidable enemy. Song Qingshu's martial arts skills are strong, his troops are strong, and his strength is far beyond the average prince. It would be unwise to fight against him. But she also knows that her elder brother is addicted to swords, and now that he has finally found an opponent, it may be difficult to stop him.
The long sword in Xue Yiren's hand pointed at Song Qingshu from a distance, his whole body's energy was locked on the opponent, and he was looking for the time to release the sword.
Song Qingshu didn't dare to be negligent, after all, this person in front of him is not an ordinary expert, if he is not careful, he might capsize in the gutter.
A gust of cool wind blew by, and the leaves of a big tree next to it fell down and fell between the two, but were instantly cut into pieces by the sword energy that seemed to be real. To shoot.
At this moment, a yellow figure landed between the two of them, seeing each other's appearance clearly, Xue Yiren frowned, and moved the sword in his hand aside at the nick of time.
Song Qingshu also recognized the woman's identity, his brows gradually relaxed, and the aura he gathered all over his body disappeared without a trace.
"I haven't seen General Xue for many years and still looks the same." The woman slightly bowed to Xue Yiren, who is it if it's not the woman in yellow shirt
"I've seen the princess!" Xue Yiren cupped his hands, "I haven't seen you for many years, and the princess has improved a lot in martial arts."
The woman in the yellow shirt smiled slightly: "In front of General Xue, how dare the little girl call herself diligent."
Xue Yiren was noncommittal, and looked at him thoughtfully: "Why is the princess here this time?"
The woman in the yellow shirt smiled slightly: "Not long ago, the emperor summoned the general to Beijing, and today I have to ask the general that he has arrived in Lin'an, so he specially sent me to pick him up."
Xue Yiren's eyes froze, and his eyes swept back and forth at her and Song Qingshu, but Huang Shinu still looked at him with a smile as usual.
Xue Baochai had a slick temperament, so when she saw this, she hurried up and tugged at her brother's arm: "Brother, since the emperor invites you, it's not too late."
Xue Yiren frowned, and it took a long time before he put his sword back into its sheath, and said loudly: "Today it seems that I have no chance to learn the master's tricks."
Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "The future will be long."
"Very good." Xue Yiren took a deep look at him, then turned around and left, his aura gradually subsided, like a magic weapon slowly put into its scabbard.
Xue Baochai hurriedly pulled the hem of her skirt and bowed to Song Qingshu: "I'm so rude today, I will apologize to the King of Qi another day." After speaking, he led the horse and hurriedly chased in the direction where Xue Yiren left.
Seeing the two of them gradually disappearing on the street, Song Qingshu couldn't help sighing: "You really have a big heart, you didn't even have any defense behind your back just now."
The woman in the yellow shirt sighed faintly: "Both of you are masters among masters, how can I deal with both of you at the same time? It would be good if I can only be on the defensive side at that juncture."
Song Qingshu's expression changed: "It seems that you quite trust me."
The woman in the yellow shirt blushed, but quickly covered it up: "That's natural. I haven't seen Xue Yiren for many years, and we don't have any friendship. I'm more willing to believe that you won't shoot me than others." Because of this thought, she completely gave up the defense of her back just now, and concentrated on guarding Xue Yiren, for fear that he, who is obsessed with martial arts, will make a desperate move.
Worried that he would continue to say something that would make it difficult for her to answer, the yellow-shirted woman hurriedly changed the subject with a smile: "Should you thank me?"
Song Qingshu smiled wryly and said: "I really have to thank you very much, otherwise it would be really depressing to fight against such a master for no reason."
The corners of the woman in the yellow shirt raised her mouth slightly: "Then how are you going to thank me?"
"How about I buy you a drink." Song Qingshu said with a smile.
"Drinking?" The yellow-shirted woman put her hands behind her back and kicked the stones beside her feet, "It sounds pretty good, how about today?"
Huang Rong in the sedan chair heard the conversation between the two, and her heart instantly rose to her throat, thinking that when is it not good for this bastard to flirt with a girl, if he insists on flirting at this time, if this girl is really moved, what is his existence? Will it be revealed soon
Song Qingshu was also shocked, but he had already practiced the ability to keep his expression unchanged before the collapse of Mount Tai, and replied with a smile: "Okay, but from what you said just now, it seems that today you are going to take Xue Yiren back to see the emperor? "
"That's right." The woman in yellow shirt sighed, "It seems that I will have a drink with you next time."
Song Qingshu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly thought of something, and asked, "I heard your conversation just now, why is the emperor so eager to call masters into the palace?"
The woman in yellow frowned, hesitated for a while before saying, "I shouldn't have said it, but with your current status, you will know sooner or later."
The woman in the yellow shirt paused and continued: "A few days ago, the daughter of Shen Yan, who served in the palace, was robbed by gangsters on the way from her hometown, Shanyin Garden, to Lin'an. "
Song Qingshu couldn't help remembering that when he and Lu You were in Shanyin, he went to Shen Garden and met his ex-wife Tang Wan there, but he still couldn't help but wondered: "Although the position of serving the censor in the palace is not low, but It won't alarm the emperor, right?"
The woman in the yellow shirt sighed faintly: "Under normal circumstances, it is true that the emperor would not be alarmed, but this incident is special due to her status as the daughter of the Shen family. She is not only Shen Yan's precious daughter, but also a candidate for the future crown princess."—
I was dizzy yesterday, I couldn't hold on to writing, I went to bed early, and I am very sorry for Duan Geng!
In addition, in view of the recent feedback from readers, I want to emphasize it again, because of the current Internet situation, coupled with the editor’s warning, there is no extra episode in the VIP group, and there will be no extra episode in the future, so there is no need for readers who just want to watch the extra episode into the group.
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