The leader is playing a big game of chess

Song Qingshu was followed by two members of the Heaven-shocking Cult, they couldn't stop this crazy young hero, so they had to rush in after him.

"Master..." One of the congregants clasped their fists to Yan Xuanye and saluted, "He must see the leader... The subordinates can't stop him..."

"Understood, let's go out." Yan Xuanye waved them out with a big hand.

Song Qingshu stared at Yan Xuanye panting, his bloodshot eyes were full of anger.

"Song Shaoxia." Yan Xuanye interviewed the person involved, "May I ask what is the relationship between your junior brother Zhang Wuji and you?"

"You...you..." Song Qingshu continued to tremble, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"Tsk..." Yan Xuanye sighed, it seemed that this person was confused by anger.

Of course he knew that this weekly gossip almost caused a sensation in the entire arena.In the eyes of people in Jianghu, the Wudang School has always been a fairy-tale, detached existence. Compared with the Wuyue Sword School reported by the Gossip Weekly, it is many grades higher.

Now everyone in Jianghu Baidao is saying that this shocking leader really dared to write, and his claws have been extended to Wudang style, I'm afraid it won't be good this time.

Yan Xuanye happily listened to these rumors, Song Qingshu had already been knocked out by Xie Qinglang and carried him down to seek treatment and change clothes.

Yan Xuanye asked people to get the first painter in the teaching who was specially transferred from the headquarters of the Jingtian Sect, and then ordered people to bring Song Qingshu to the courtyard.

This is his latest idea, just words are so boring.Look at the special issue published by that time-honored pastry shop, it is full of pictures and texts, which is very attractive.

Song Qingshu was already handsome, but he looked haggard after a long journey, and his face was still bruised. At this time, he was forced to change into a blue robe, with his hair loose on his shoulders, leaning against a big tree in the courtyard , without the pride of the young knight-errant in the daytime and the current head of Wu, he is a little more charming.

"What's missing?" Yan Xuanye circled around Song Qingshu a few times. Although the other party was angry, he could only stare at him with hatred.

There is no way, Yan Xuanye has already tapped his acupuncture points, so that he can only be a model who cannot move or speak.

"It's still more attractive when it first appeared in the morning." Yan Xuanye harassed two more times, showing a professional eye for masculinity, and stretched out his hand "swish, swish, swish" and tore several long slits on Song Qingshu's clothes, Turning around, I instructed the masters of Chinese painting: "Let's just draw like this. The sadder the eyes, the better, the tattered the clothes, the better. As for people, the more attractive they look, the better."

Of course the painter he hired was not a professional, but the deputy head of the Haotian Department of the Shocking Sect. He liked painting since he was a child. In addition, his father was good at Danqing. He invited a master to teach him systematically when he was a child, so he grew up as a member of the Shocking Sect. First painter.

But this person has high martial arts skills, and he also has the usual bad temper of painters, musicians and other artists, so although his martial arts skills are high, he can only hold a deputy position all the time.

At this time, he listened to the instructions of the leader, nodded slightly, stared at Song Qingshu for a moment, then lowered his head and swiped his brush to start painting.

Yan Xuanye was bored watching it, turned around and went to Xie Qinglang to dismantle martial arts.

After about an hour, he returned to the courtyard and saw that the deputy leader of the Haotian Department was still painting with a brush.

He couldn't help but poke his head in and look, his eyes suddenly widened: "Fuck... no... I asked you to draw people, what the hell are you doing?"

On the drawing paper, a person with a big head, a small body, and slender limbs is lying on a tree. It looks very much like a squeaking animal someone brought him from the far southwest when he was a child.

The eyes are big and round enough, and there are still two lines of tears.

But what about the temptation?

What about mourning?

What about being ravaged?

The deputy leader of the Haotian Department was very upset when his painting was interrupted. He looked up at Yan Xuanye and said coldly: "Master, please respect the fruits of your labor. This is what you learned from a classic. It is a painting method that directly depicts people's inner world by looking at the essence through phenomena."

Yan Xuanye swallowed, looked at Song Qingshu, and then at this piece of paper.

"No! Repaint!" Yan Xuanye instructed, "I don't want the essence, but the appearance. The more similar the better, I try to make people recognize this as Wudang Young Master at a glance."

The deputy head of the Haotian Department was very reluctant.

"If you don't do well, turn back to me and someone will burn your study down." Yan Xuanye threatened.

The deputy head of the Haotian Department could only reluctantly agree.

Yan Xuanye thought for a while, then walked to Song Qingshu's side, brushed away his dumb acupoints, reached out his hands like a disciple to lift his chin, which was as clean as white jade, and asked: "Young Master Song, I'm going to give you a favor. Do you have any special talents? For example... blowjob?"

Song Qingshu's face flushed suddenly after being relieved of the Ya acupuncture point, and he cursed: "You are the only one who can play the flute, and your whole family can play the flute."

Yan Xuanye wasn't angry either, he wouldn't know it if he didn't, and he wouldn't either, and he wouldn't discriminate against people who didn't have special skills.

"What about playing the piano? Can't do it? How about playing the erhu? Still can't? Play the drums? None... How does the Wudang sect train young masters?! Look at the Hengshan sect, all the sects can do it together Form a symphony orchestra, and Wudang doesn't pay much attention to quality education!"

Yan Xuanye had nothing to do, so he had to turn around and tell people: "Create any musical instrument for him, and give him a special edition in the next issue."

The new issue of Gossip Weekly has finally made its debut in the highly anticipated.

Yan Xuanye specially gave Song Qingshu another special edition. This time, the Gossip Weekly was published for the first time in the form of both pictures and texts, and everyone in the world was amazed.

People in the martial arts world have never seen so many future masters of Wudang. At this time, his resentful and angry image instantly became popular among the people.Countless Jianghu female heroes are full of longing for this second generation of Wudang Xia who is full of loneliness and resentment. For a while, Gossip Weekly has become one of the most popular items for female heroes in the whole martial arts world.

Yan Xuanye was also very, very satisfied with the new newspaper. On it, Song Qingshu was sitting quietly under the tree, his clothes were torn, his smooth chest was looming, his eyes were sad, and there were a few bruises on his face and exposed neck.

There was a guqin in front of him, and green smoke was burning next to it, which looked extremely elegant.

The title was also changed by Yan Xuanye to——

"The daily life of Gao Shuaifu, the second generation of chivalrous men, and the appointed head of Wudang"

"Very good." Yan Xuanye typesetting, "This issue has received a good response, and it can be developed for a long time in the future."

It's a pity that the headlines on the front page of this issue are not interesting. According to Ren Yingying's request, it was replaced with a description of Ren Woxing's life.

From how he became the leader of the Sun Moon Sect, how he was conspired by Dongfang Bubai to seize the throne, how he endured humiliation and hid himself in the West Lake Meizhuang, how he broke through the bottleneck of martial arts and entered a new realm... He explained in detail.

He didn't even mention a few words about Xiang Wentian, which made Yan Xuanye very bored.

It also makes people in the martial arts who are used to gossip gossip feel very boring.

Fortunately, the second edition of the news has many interesting topics.

For example, Linghu Chong was expelled from the school because of love.

For example, Fan Yao, the bright right envoy of the Ming Cult who had been missing for many years, returned to the arena, but his handsome face was ruined in a mess, and he could no longer see the demeanor of the "two immortals" back then. Yang Xiao, the "Two Immortals of Happyness", hugged him on the top of the light and cried bitterly, unable to restrain his emotions.

Another example is Duan Yu, the young prince of Dali Kingdom, and his elder brother, a former Shaolin monk, who is now the lord of the Vulture Palace, Xu Zhu, almost turned his face for the Princess of Xixia.

……

and many more.

The only thing that surprised Yan Xuanye was that the Song Qingshu incident involved Wudang, a famous Baidao sect, and there was no movement from the Wulin League.

According to the report from the spies, the martial arts leader eats and drinks well, and there is nothing unusual on his expression.

"Trash!" Yan Xuanye was furious, "Huo Nanfeng's dead face, how could it be possible to see the abnormality from the expression? You must be good at grasping the details! Details... Do you understand?"

The spies were at a loss.

"You guys are like this, how can I rest assured that I will hand over the line of the general helm of the Wulin League to you?! Why don't you know how to cherish such a rare opportunity?" Yan Xuanye was heartbroken.

No one wants to go to the martial arts lord's mansion to listen to the corner, okay? !

Dangling under the eyes of Baidao Martial Arts No. 1, only the leader will you take it as a good job, okay? !

The spy complained wildly in his heart, but on the surface he could only admit his mistake respectfully: "This subordinate knows his mistake."

"Forget it." Yan Xuanye waved his hand and generously forgave them, "Huo Nanfeng's viscera is completely black, I still have to personally go out to take it down!"

The spy breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Xuanye stood up energetically, and said: "I will go there personally to spy on the information of my biggest enemy."

"The leader is mighty!"

Yan Xuanye snorted softly, and strode outside.

In the evening, the sunset glow in the sky was burning, reflecting the sky to the west of Jincheng as if it was burning in flames, which was a bit shockingly beautiful.

In the burning sunset, a tall young man suddenly appeared on the outer wall of the Shocking Church, and then quickly disappeared behind the heavy eaves.

His steps were very light and his movements were very quick. If Yan Xuanye hadn't happened to be admiring the sunset, he might have missed this wonderful scene.

He instantly became competitive, and after a few ups and downs, he hurriedly chased in the direction where the man disappeared.

If he was not mistaken, the direction in which that person disappeared was exactly where Song Qingshu lived.