"The south of the Yangtze River is the most beautiful in spring. Miss Nangong, you have come at the right time." On the Jinshui Pond in Xuanwei City, the man in green clothes gently waved a paper fan, looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him, and said leisurely.
Nangong Xier was naturally in no mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan: "Qiantang City, ten miles of Langyao, is much more beautiful than this Xuanwei City."
"What a pity. Our Master Su Baiyi didn't get to see the beautiful scenery of Shili Langyao." The man in green turned his head and looked at the pavilion next to him. On the pavilion, a singing girl was playing the pipa. The singing was gentle and graceful. The man in green closed his eyes, bathing in the spring breeze blowing in his face, with a happy look on his face.
Nangong Xier ignored him and just walked forward slowly. A butterfly landed on her shoulder. She glanced at it and saw two words written on the wings of the butterfly: Qingge.
"Qingge? What is Qingge?" asked Nangong Xier.
The man in green opened his eyes, waved his sleeves gently, and pointed to the pavilion on the shore: "This is Qingge."
Nangong Xier turned her head, then tapped her feet and flew directly towards Qingge Tower. The man in green smiled and shook his head slightly, then immediately followed.
Qingge Tower was packed as usual. Guests were walking around with wine glasses in their hands. A singing girl was singing with a pipa in her arms. On the elegant pavilion, a famous musician was playing music behind a gauze curtain. A man in green was walking around, looking around happily. However, Nangong Xier turned a blind eye to all this prosperity. She only looked at the white butterfly that suddenly appeared in the building, followed it closely, and came to a room in the corner. Nangong Xier pushed the door open and walked in. She saw a female musician playing the pipa sitting in the room, and a young man with an ordinary appearance standing next to her.
The female musician must be quite old. Although her face was covered with a white veil, one could tell the traces of time from her eyes and the frown on her forehead.
The young man had an ordinary appearance, neither outstanding nor ugly. He was the type that you would forget after just one glance. But even if you looked at him carefully for a long time, as soon as you looked away, you would still forget his face in the next second.
The man in green clothes smiled and said, "So this is the famous Die Feng in the academy."
The young man smiled and said, "The name of Qing Yi Lang is truly famous."
"There are thousands of disguise techniques in the world, but this is the most powerful one I've ever seen." Qing Yi Lang said with emotion, "If I can do this, then those girls in the building will soon forget about me, right?"
The young man shook his head and said, "If I can't remember, how can I forget?"
The female musician put down her pipa and stood up, asking in surprise, "Who are you?"
The man in green clothes smiled and said, "I am the man in green clothes from the Xie family in Jiangnan. Nice to meet you, sister."
The female musician frowned and said, "I'm probably older than your mother, how can you call me sister?"
The man in blue raised his eyebrows: "Sister, your appearance is well preserved."
Nangong Xier said in a low voice: "Now is not the time to talk about this."
"It's true." Disciple Diefeng took out a scroll from his arms and swung it, revealing a scroll of Su Baiyi. "Auntie, have you ever seen the man in the painting?"
The female musician took a look and was stunned at first, then shook her head and said, "Sure enough, you came here again for other purposes."
Nangong Xier heard the deep meaning in his words and asked happily, "Have you seen it?"
The female musician immediately shook her head: "No, I haven't seen it."
"No, you have seen it." The answer came from the window.
"Who!" Nangong Xier drew her sword and swung it, smashing the window into pieces in an instant. An old man sat on the flagpole of the tavern opposite, glanced into the room indifferently, and then took a sip of wine.
"This matter has nothing to do with her. If you dare to touch her, I will kill your whole family." The old man put down the wine pot, "I'm serious."
"This senior, you have quite an arrogant tone." The man in green walked up to Nangong Xier and waved his long sleeves, showing his romantic style. "I'd like to try." After saying that, the man in green tiptoed and jumped out of the window. A cold light flashed on his waist, and his long sword was already in use.
Among the four great families in Jiangnan today, the strongest is definitely not the Xie family, but when it comes to swordplay, no one dares to claim to be better than the young master of the Xie family, Qingyilang. The young man in Qingyilang, the fragrance of the apricot garden in Jiangnan. The spring breeze blows on his face, the long sword comes out, and the flying Qingyi. It is the real romantic.
But the next moment, the long sword in the green-clothed man's hand flew out and rushed straight towards Nangong Xier. Nangong Xier swung the sword and hit the wall. She yelled angrily, "What are you doing?" As soon as she finished speaking, the green-clothed man fell heavily beside him.
The old man shook his sleeves lightly and snorted with disdain.
The man in blue clothes was lying on the ground, looking up at the roof, muttering, "I didn't see him make the move clearly."
"Who are you!" Nangong Xier realized the terrifying old man in front of her, raised the Lover Sword in her hand, and looked at him vigilantly.
"Want to find Su Baiyi?" asked the old man.
Nangong Xier narrowed her eyes: "He is in your hands?"
"The boy lying on the ground?" the old man asked loudly, "Do you want to try again?"
The man in green reluctantly sat up and shook his head, saying, "Senior, with such martial arts skills, you should not be an unknown person. Could it be that you are - Priest Xue?"
"Priest Xue, is he worthy of this?" The old man stepped into the building and looked at the woman. "Leave here and don't come back."
The female musician looked at him and said, "I am not leaving here because I want to wait for you to come back."
"The word 'home' can only be used to describe home, and this is not my home." The old man turned around and said, "Leave here. Don't worry, no one will dare to trouble you."
"So she just killed that man's entire family?" The man in green said with a wry smile.
"You can really try it." The old man said in a deep voice.
"Hand over Su Baiyi!" Nangong Xier stabbed the old man with a sword. The old man turned his head and looked at the sword. He was a little surprised and praised: "Your sword is quite interesting." The old man took a step forward, stepped lightly on the long sword, and then turned over and jumped out of the window. Nangong Xier hurriedly chased after him, but when he landed on the long street, he found that the old man was no longer there.
In the alley next to them, an old man wearing a bamboo hat came out, escorting Su Baiyi, whose true energy was restrained. The old man cursed in a low voice: "It turns out that this kid is causing trouble." The old man escorted Su Baiyi towards Nangong Xier. Nangong Xier was looking around and saw the young man in white. She was happy at first, but then she realized that it was not Su Baiyi and sighed in disappointment.
But when the old man and Su Baiyi walked past Nangong Xier, Nangong Xier suddenly felt her heart light up, turned around and shouted: "Su Baiyi!"