Fast wear in the martial arts world

The night wind blows gently, and the slender branches sway chaotically and disorderly in the wind, just like Shi Zhixuan's state of mind at this time.

Shi Zhixuan's face was as stiff as a statue standing at the top of the tree.

He never expected that his invincible means among women would stumble on Li Qing, so that he lost all face.

The sneering looks of the two brothers Song Zhi and Song Lu fell on his heart, and Shi Zhixuan's face became more and more gloomy.

What a lady of the Li family, he remembered.

Zhu Yuyan clutched her chest, and coughed twice, unable to hide the pain, she pulled Shi Zhixuan's clothes and said in a low voice, "There are many organs in the Li family, and there are two Song brothers here...cough cough..."

No matter what, the task assigned by Yang Guang must be completed. At this time, the situation is not good for them. If there is nothing to do, it is better to retreat first, and then make a comeback after a while.

Shi Zhixuan forcibly suppressed the churning emotions in his heart, looked at Li Qing and shook his head, "Since that's the case, I'll come visit Eldest Lady another day."

"Want to go?!"

Song Zhi's face was cold, and he swung the saber, and it was like a rainbow piercing the sky in an instant, the sharp light of the saber drew a cold arc in the air and slashed at Shi Zhixuan and Zhu Yuyan.

At the same time, Song Lu took the lead and jumped up to kill the treetops with a knife!

Shi Zhixuan pushed Zhu Yuyan away violently, the latter rolled back in the air to avoid the sharp blade and narrowly landed.As soon as she stood firm, Zhu Yuyan felt a sweetness in her throat, and a trace of bright red blood slipped down the corner of her lips.

Daofeng kept going, and approached Shi Zhixuan with an aura of breaking the world. The latter threw away the folding fan in a hurry, and stretched out his palms to catch the long sword.

When flesh and blood exchanged weapons, sparks shot out!

The next moment, Song Lufei went to the top of Shi Zhixuan's head, swung his knife and threw it down!

Shi Zhixuan's face changed slightly, he grasped the long knife with both palms and exerted force suddenly, the deep internal force leaked out, Song Zhi was defeated by his deep internal force, his arm was numb from the shock, under the severe pain, the long knife was released from his hand, and his whole body was crushed. Shi Zhixuan flew several meters away!

Immediately afterwards, Shi Zhixuan turned around quickly, grabbed Song Zhi's saber and slashed at Song Lu's long saber, the weapons were handed over, and the sound of fighting exploded!

As soon as they touched each other, the two of them took a few steps back.

"It's not too early, Shi will compete with the two of you another day!"

Shi Zhixuan sneered and dropped the long knife, he took a deep look at Li Qing, with a strange look in his eyes, and then with a light luck, he flew over the heads of several people like a dragonfly on water, swooped down, grabbed Zhu Yuyan, and moved a few It disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Tell him to run away!"

Song Zhi picked up his long sword angrily, only hated that his martial arts were not good enough, the two brothers failed to leave Shi Zhixuan behind, so he escaped easily, causing endless troubles.

"Ma'am, Shi Zhixuan probably has a grudge against you."

Li Qing smiled nonchalantly: "I didn't mess with him, so he missed me too."

As long as she and Song Que don't get married for a day, these people from the Demon Sect will not let it go.

You can't cancel the wedding just to satisfy them, right?

It's a pity that the brothers of the Song family acted too fast and didn't give Li Qing room to play, otherwise she really wanted to see if she could keep Shi Zhixuan with her martial arts.

Song Zhichang sighed: "If elder brother was here, how could Shi Zhixuan run away so easily."

Song Lu also inserted the knife back into the scabbard depressedly, "Calculating the time, it's time for my brother to leave the customs."

The wedding is approaching, and it's time for the elder brother to come to greet him.

Song Que...

The famous young master of the Song Clan, that Song Que who is said to have had an affair with Fan Qinghui...

Li Qing smiled noncommittally.

She had heard enough about Song Que's various rumors, and she had already seen through it, and had no expectations.

If it weren't for the fact that this marriage had great political significance to the Song and Li clans, and if she didn't marry Song Que, she would have to enter the palace as a concubine, Li Qing really didn't want to be married.

Lingnan, Song Dynasty.

As the night darkened, the practice stone room on the northwest side suddenly burst into the sky with a crimson knife light, like a gorgeous flame instantly blasting open the stone door of the practice stone, and burning menacingly along the ground in a straight line!

The dazzling light almost illuminated the entire dark night sky!

In an instant, the fiery red knife light went out, drawing a deep burnt charcoal black crack on the ground.

"My son's knife skills have improved a lot."

Patriarch Song Wen Xun rushed over, looking at the knife mark that almost split the ground in half, he could vaguely feel the scorching knife intent that hadn't calmed down for a long time.He was so happy that he stroked his beautiful gray beard and laughed.

Song Que put the knife back into its sheath, and walked out of the training room slowly.

The white moonlight fell on his shoulders, and Song Que exuded a piercing edge, just like the long knife in the scabbard that was hovering around his waist with a sharp knife intent. intimidating.

"Father."

Song Que nodded to Patriarch Song with a pale face. He first went back to the yard to take a bath and change clothes. He changed into a black dress and put on a narrow-sleeved robe embroidered with pale gold patterns before returning to the front hall in a refreshed suit.

"It's time for my son to go out this time. In a few days, it will be your wedding date with Mrs. Li Family." Patriarch Song sighed, "Taiyuan is thousands of miles away from Lingnan, and the wedding party will start tomorrow."

He was worried that Song Que would not be able to make it to the wedding date, and he would not be able to explain to the Song Clan, but now it was just right.

Song Kuang nodded to indicate that he knew, and his indifferent expression was as sad and joyless as a god-man.

Patriarch Song looked at his indifferent expression with anxiety, there was no joy in being the groom's official!

Song Que practiced the sword technique of the heavenly sword. Patriarch Song remembers that his family's family sword technique does not have the disadvantages of cutting off the seven emotions and six desires, right?

I don't know what went wrong, the more refined Song Que's saber technique is, the shallower the desire in his heart becomes, and he usually has such a paralyzed face, but now he has created the Ninth Sect of the Heavenly Saber himself, and is on the way of the Dao of the Saber No one is invincible, but Ren has become more and more taciturn and even lost his voice.

I really don't know what the fan fairy of Cihang Jingzhai took a fancy to him, during the period of his retreat, he would go outside the Songjiabao to play the flute every day, sobbing and sobbing, making Patriarch Song's goose bumps all over his body.

Thinking of this, Patriarch Song turned impatiently cold: "Hurry up and get rid of that woman from Cihang Jingzhai. The Song Clan doesn't welcome such Buddhist women who choose their lord on behalf of heaven."

If it spreads outside, rumors that the Song Clan has different intentions and intends to rebel will spread everywhere.Don't say that this is not the time to rebel, even if it is, how can you put this kind of thought in front of others?

Do you want to attract the forces of the world to attack it?

"Cihang Jingzhai? A Buddhist girl?"

Song Que looked at Patriarch Song, not knowing why.

He frowned, showing a thoughtful look.But after a while, he gave up with nothing, and asked bluntly, "Who is that?"

"It's that Fan Qinghui of Cihang Jingzhai."

Song Que shook his head, and looked at Patriarch Song intently with puzzled eyes, "I know you?"

"He has been waiting for you at the door for several days, do you think you know him?"

Veins popped out on Patriarch Song's forehead. Fortunately, he knew that his son couldn't recognize women. Seeing that Song Que couldn't remember anyone, he explained helplessly, "It's the woman who follows you every day."

Song Que showed a suddenly realized expression, and asked doubtfully, "What's wrong with that woman?"

"Because my father is impatient to see her, I don't have to be shocking." Patriarch Song waved his hands powerlessly when he saw that he finally remembered, "You go and get rid of her."

Song Kuang nodded, looked back at the maidservant in white who was standing behind him without any movement, and frowned, "Didn't you hear what Father said? I don't need you to serve me here, you go to the housekeeper to ask for your resignation." stop."

"Young master?!" The maid who served the sword was dumbfounded.

"..." Patriarch Song felt a sudden pain in his forehead.

It stands to reason that even if Song Que has lame eyes, the maids around him should know about it, right?Why didn't he think about whether the name of the maid serving the knife was Fan Qinghui!

It doesn't mean that in his eyes, all the women in the world have the same face and share the same name, right? !

Song Que turned his face and looked at Patriarch Song calmly.

It was obviously a paralyzed face with no obvious expression, but Patriarch Song clearly saw the meaning of "I have already sent people away" from his eyes.

"It wasn't her who was talking about my father!" Patriarch Song held back his anger with bulging veins on his forehead, "Why do you ask her, is her name Fan Qinghui?"

Not her, who is that?

Helplessness appeared in Song Que's eyes. He was obsessed with sword skills and impatient to remember those insignificant people.Does it matter what it's called?

Is father old, why is he talking in a nonsensical manner?He was the one who wanted to send people away, and he was the one who said he didn't want people to go.

"I'm talking about that woman in white who follows your ass with a flute!"

Patriarch Song's face was very ugly.

Song Que turned his head again, stared at the maid for a while, his eyes fell from her face to his body, and then looked at her hand holding the scabbard, and suddenly realized again, "Why didn't you bring a flute today? Put down the scabbard and go get a flute Come." After a pause, he continued, "Take the flute and leave quickly."

After speaking, he looked at Patriarch Song again.

So, are you satisfied?

"..."

The corner of the maid's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and she almost missed Song Que's scabbard.

"..."

Patriarch Song didn't know what expression to make.

Well, he already knew the answer.That Fairy Fan of Cihang Jingzhai has been mistaken by his son for his maidservant.

What should he say?

"All right, all right," Patriarch Song dismissed Song Que speechlessly, "Hurry up and get ready to get married, and show me a little smile when you arrive at Li Clan, don't put on such a cold face."

Don't ask Li Fan to meet you later, and mistakenly think that he has something to say about this marriage.

After finishing speaking, Patriarch Song thought of something and added, "If you meet a woman in white clothes following you on the road, I will send her away regardless of whether she has a flute or not! Don't tell her to follow you to the Li Family !"

"Ah."

Song Que responded with a non-negotiable voice, and shifted his gaze to the maid serving the knife.

The maid had been with him for several years, and Song Que realized that the young master hadn't given up the idea of ​​sending her away with just one look from Song Que, so she immediately knelt down in fright.

"Look at what she's doing!" Patriarch Song's headache and eyes ached, and he met Song Que's questioning eyes, "She usually does her best, so what are you trying to do with her!"

"..."

This time it was Song Que's turn to be heartbroken, and he looked at Patriarch Song tolerantly and helplessly.

Is Father old, and he forgot what he just said?Didn't he ask him to take people outside and send them away?

"I'm the one you sent outside, not the maid at home!"

The eyes of caring for the mentally retarded made Patriarch Song's face turn livid, and his hands itched unbearably.

If he hadn't known that he was no longer this son's opponent, he would have slapped him into the flowers to cure his lame eyes!

In Song Que's eyes, I'm afraid that everyone outside and at home have the same face.As for the names of those people, Song Que never remembered the woman's name after many incidents of calling out the wrong names because he couldn't recognize them.

"Go, go, go back to your yard!"

If this continues, he really can't help but do it!

Early the next morning, Song Que prepared to set off after eating breakfast.

He walked past the maid who served the knife without looking sideways, turned over and rode on the tall horse.

"Little Lord."

Looking at Song Que but never glanced at her from the beginning to the end, the tension on the maidservant's face disappeared visibly with the naked eye.

Not in vain, the maid deliberately changed the white gauze double-breasted skirt, and put on a festive red dress. She even tied a pendant on Song Que's knife, which was said to be made by the young lady himself.

Sure enough, the effect of doing so was remarkable, and Song Que never thought of sending her away.

Or, he didn't recognize it at all, this maid in red was his previous maid who served the knife.

Song Que pulled the rein indifferently, because he didn't need to hurry, he controlled the jujube horse to trot, and the whole wedding party followed him slowly.

Walking half a mile outside Songjiabao, a slender figure in white clothes like snow stood in the pavilion at the fork in the road, watching quietly.

"Eldest son."

A female voice came faintly, and there seemed to be no sorrow in the pleasant voice, "I have never congratulated the eldest son on his beautiful marriage."

Song Que pulled the rein, and the red date horse slowly stopped.

He frowned and looked at Li Ying who was waiting in front of him, and the knife maid in the crowd shrank her neck reflexively.

"Why did you come after me?"

Song Que's tone was blunt, and Fan Qinghui's eyes showed resentment, "It seems that the eldest son does not welcome Qinghui..."

Before she could finish her angry words, Song Que said indifferently, "I don't need you to serve me, so go! Don't appear in front of me in the future."

"Eldest son?"

Fan Qinghui froze suddenly, looking at him in disbelief.

A look of sudden realization flashed across Song Que's eyes, he subconsciously looked back, and saw the timid maid serving the knife in the crowd at a glance, stretched out his hand, "Bring the silver."

The maid serving the knife untied the purse from her waist with a bitter face, and Song Que threw the purse at Fan Qinghui, who quickly caught it.

"Take the money, go home and find a good man to marry."

"..."

Fan Qinghui's face seemed to have overturned the color palette, sometimes blue and sometimes purple, and her complexion was instantly beautiful.

"Eldest son, who do you think I am?!"

Song Que completed Patriarch Song's orders, so he didn't bother to care what the woman thought, so he tightened the reins and drove the jujube horse to continue on its way.

"Song Que!"

Fan Qinghui shouted angrily!

Song Que turned a deaf ear to it.

"..."

The danger of the knife maid at the side being driven away was completely resolved, she finally let go of her heart, and walked past Fan Qinghui, who was trembling with anger, with small cheerful steps.

The welcoming team followed suit.