Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

Mr. Li is leaving, please Mr. Qingli to go with us. ", his eyes became even darker.

If it is normal, Song Jing will definitely insist on being with Xia Yu.But today, he had to go to the front mountain, he had to do all the covering up, and go down the mountain quietly.

"You go." Xia Yu suddenly laughed, "Xiao Jing, I'll wait for you to come back."

There was something in this sentence, Song Jing saw Xia Yuyang smiling with misty eyes, couldn't help but startled, and also smiled: "I will come back sooner."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the maids and said, "Let's go."

After leaving the courtyard, there was already a disciple from Qianshan waiting outside. He was stepping on an enlarged giant sword with a broad blade and rough lines. It was quietly suspended in the air, waiting for them.

This is a young man who is almost eighteen or nineteen years old, with a tall and straight body, handsome features, black hair neatly tied behind him, looking at Song Jing with distant eyes: "Mr. Qingli, please come up, I will take you to the front mountain." He There are laugh lines at the corners of his eyes, he should be a person who loves to laugh, but at this moment, Song Jing is treated with extreme indifference, and his eyes are trying to hide resentment.

What's wrong?Song Jing remained calm, but kept thinking in her heart, why did the maid and this person look at him with hatred?Could it be that he did something outrageous and didn't know?

He jumped onto the sword, and his eyes scanned the appearance of the sword inquisitively. It was icy metallic silver, hard and cold, with an aura of absolute killing.

It doesn't look like this man's sword.

Seeing Song Jing looking at the giant sword, the man snorted coldly: "This is the magic weapon of Butler Wu, it's good for you to see it."

Without waiting for the servant girl to come up, he drove the sword into the air after speaking, with a look of not wanting to talk to Song Jing.Driving a magic weapon that doesn't belong to me, although it is stable, it can't get up fast.The two stood one behind the other, and time seemed to slow down a lot.However, that young man seemed to be a talkative person, he couldn't keep silent for a while, Song Jing was much quieter than him.

"Why don't you talk?" He said reluctantly.

Song Jing glanced sideways at his awkward expression, and really couldn't tell it was such a big guy.

"I'm thinking about something." Song Jing raised her eyebrows, but still answered him.

"What are you thinking?" the young man continued to ask, with curiosity in his eyes.

He really has no position.Song Jing still hasn't forgotten the hostility in his eyes when he first saw him.

He turned his head to look at the white mist billowing around him, but he couldn't see the hazy scenery within three feet. This is also a formation, but unfortunately he couldn't break it.Just relying on the breeze blowing against his face, he also knew that the speed of the huge sword was not much faster, so he replied with a faint interest: "I was thinking, Wu Qihan's sword doesn't seem to be this one."

"Hey, you don't know now." The young man suddenly beamed with joy, "Steward Wu has two swords, and he usually uses that one sword. Butler Wu doesn't use this sword very often. Kill the enemy invisible." He lowered his voice, and said in a sinister way: "Do you know how many people Steward Wu has killed with this sword?"

Song Jing's eyes were full of disbelief: "Would he just hand over such an important sword to you?"

"That..." The young man scratched his hair in embarrassment, and a few strands of his neat hairstyle suddenly popped out. He had a mournful face, "This sword, Wu Butler said, if there is no chance, it will be put on the shelf. So the sword It was placed in the Hidden Sword Pavilion a long time ago. Originally, it was an important place, and disciples could not enter it casually, but..."

With a bitter face, he looked at Song Jing anxiously: "I was ordered to pick you up, but I didn't..." He pointed to the sword body, "My magic weapon is too small to carry people. So I can go to the Cangjian Pavilion to borrow a magic weapon for temporary use."

"You just took Wu Qihan's magic weapon." Song Jing narrowed her eyes knowingly.

"I have admired this sword for a long time." The young man's face showed a dreamy longing, "Even if I was punished by Steward Wu, I would admit it."

"I won't punish you." Song Jing said indifferently, "You took out this sword because of yearning. This is the opportunity of this sword. It will no longer be put on the shelf. You have helped it."

The young man's eyes lit up, and he grinned to the back of his head: "Yes, yes, this is an opportunity." He blinked and stared at Song Jing strangely: "You don't seem to be that bad. Why do they all say yes? You..." He blinked hard again, swallowing the words that came to his lips.

"What about me?" Song Jing smiled, her pale face was delicate, and there was a mysterious meaning in the mist and mists.

The young man was stunned and wanted to answer involuntarily. He suddenly covered his mouth with his hand, laughed dryly in his throat, put down his hand, and unwisely chose to change the subject: "My name is Feng Yichen (thank you, Ying Ying) provide my name), everyone calls me Xiaofeng or Yichen, and you can call me that too."

He squinted his eyes and smiled: "The bad attitude before was because... Anyway, I don't think you are such a bad person."

What's wrong?Song Jing drooped her eyelashes, among the crowd, did something gossip about her?Where there is no wind, there is no wave, and I am in the backyard, who did I offend?

A sigh slipped out of his lips, he looked at Feng Yichen shallowly, and said lightly: "Xiaofeng, when will we arrive?"

Feng Yichen looked at the gradually thinning mist: "Come on, come on, look, the red over there." He didn't notice at all that it was weird for a 14-year-old boy to call him Xiaofeng, just because of Song Jing's tone, it really Is like a grown man.

While speaking, the giant sword flew a short distance again, the white mist faded, and the scenery under the sword became clear.

The red all over the mountains and plains, like a gorgeous ocean, made the pupils turn red.Don't want to see, it seems that it is not an easy task.

As the giant sword approached and the mist subsided, the red color seemed to be burning, and it became more and more dazzling in the eyes.

Song Jing raised her hands to cover her eyes, the damn red color, even monks have such a taste.

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Feng Yichen controlled the huge sword up and down on an open and flat ground: "Go down, I want to take over the girls in the backyard." He waved his hand at Song Jing, bent his eyes and said with a smile: "Remember, this sword The name of the sword is Mingmeng." (Thanks to Ying Ying for providing the name^_^)

Song Jing raised her eyebrows, jumped down from the sword, and nodded to express her understanding: "You go."

"I'll explain it to you." Feng Yichen left behind an inexplicable sentence, and stood up with his sword.

explain what?Song Jing raised her hand and touched the bridge of her nose. Why did she always feel that she didn't know something important?

He looked left and right, and this was the residence of the elite disciples close to the Qianshan Chamber of Commerce.When leaving that day, Hongli reminded himself that there are a lot of talents here, and he who was subjected to the transformation technique at that time had better stay away from it, so as not to be found out.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yichen sent himself here.

What should I do now?Where should I go?The people coming and going around him seemed to ignore him directly, Song Jing looked around, picked a quieter path, and walked aimlessly along the gray stone slab.Tantai Qingyan can't worry about being alone, someone should be watching him in the dark, right?

What a hassle.Song Jing frowned, lowered her gaze a little, and tried to avoid the red decorations on the branches of the surrounding eaves.

Secretly trying to figure out what Tantai Qingyan meant, let himself wander around the front mountain seemingly freely, and potentially tell the big families who came that the second son of the Xiao family had a very good life in the Tantai family.Is it this way?

Alright, alright, he curled his lips expressionlessly, anyway, I don't intend to leave now.

A good hunter knows how to wait.A good prey will also learn to be patient.

The snow on the path was completely removed, leaving no water stains, revealing a fresh and clean ground.And the trees on the side of the road, the snow is still white, and the pink color is reflected by the bright red silk and satin.

Along the way, almost all the maids, servants, or disciples of the Tantai family met.Song Jing saw that she was getting more and more secluded, and suddenly she had a thought in her heart, that she should go to a crowded place.In crowded places, Tantai Qingyan did not dare to send someone to spy on him secretly.So many powerful monks must be aware of this, how could they allow the second son of the Xiao family to be treated like this?Maybe when the time comes, many aristocratic families will come to pick me up as a 'guest' at their homes in the name of not taking good care of them, right?

Thinking of this, he turned around, fell far behind the maidservants, and walked leisurely.

The place where the maid walked was the courtyard for guests.

In that area, the spatial folding formation was used, and the area inside was enlarged, with dozens of exquisite and unique small courtyards located.

The inside is full of people now, it's early morning, there are servants of Tantai family coming in and out to serve in every courtyard, the important person is in the room, and has not come out yet.

I don't know if Baili Susu will come, Song Jing glanced roughly at the courtyard where the floors are located, shook her head, and will meet each other by chance.Finding a quiet place at the foot of a big tree outside the space formation, Song Jing leaned against the tree trunk, half-closed her eyes, waiting for the people inside to come out.

The big tree behind has stood in the snow for a long time, the trunk is cold and hard, and the cold air slowly soaks through the clothes to the skin, but under the effect of the warming charm sewn in the clothes, it is no longer the cold of a frozen person, And like the wind in a summer evening, it is refreshing and refreshing.

Today is the wedding of Tantai Chunshui and his younger sister Hongli, and also the day when he left for the second time.

Song Jing didn't feel nervous, nor did she feel