[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Destiny Green Book

Song Qingshu's eyes were calm and clear, but Ye Gucheng didn't dodge the embarrassment as imagined.

He calmly nodded to Song Qingshu, and naturally looked away.

It seemed that the eyes of the two met for a moment, but it was just an accidental coincidence, and they turned away in the next second, looking in different directions.

But Song Qingshu knew this was not the case.

Ever since I saw him at the port, Ye Gucheng's gaze has been lingering on him all day long.

Song Qingshu didn't know the reason, and didn't intend to explore it.

From the past to the present, Gein has been looked at too much by people with various meanings. If he pursues them one by one, how can he have time to concentrate on cultivation with peace of mind?

Simply let them go.

As long as there was no malicious intent, he didn't bother to care about the meaning hidden in those people's eyes.

The lively dinner party in front of the City Lord's Mansion continued until the end of the Xu Dynasty.

Fortunately, Feixian Island is located in the South China Sea, and the climate is pleasant all year round. Otherwise, even if a bonfire is lit on such a late autumn night, the cool night wind blowing outside will be a bit chilly, and you may catch a cold if you are not careful.

Xiaojiu and other young people grinned and ran down the high platform, piled together to persuade the common people to go home after dinner.

When encountering those who are not able to drink enough, they are already drunk and passed out, the young people will help their relatives and friends to carry them home.

Surprisingly, all the people present, no matter how good or bad the drinking capacity was, the quality of the wine was very good. No matter if they were slightly or heavily drunk, they just sat there in a daze or fell asleep on the ground. No, it's surprising.

On the way back to the guest room, when Hua Manlou talked about this matter, there were many sighs in his words.

Ye Gucheng, who was walking aside to guide the two of them, heard the words:

"Seventh Young Master, don't think of this Feixian Island as a paradise. There are many islands with poor wine quality, but today's dinner is for receiving guests. Although there is no express agreement, those who know that the wine quality is bad usually go to the island. I will not attend, so as not to break the rules of the banquet."

Speaking of this, a quick smile seemed to flash across his face, and even Song Qingshu could hear the faint sense of pride in his tone.

Hua Manlou then smiled and said: "The city lord need not be humble. The quality of wine is innate, and it is manpower who knows how to restrain himself. The islanders are so discerning, I think the city lord has contributed a lot."

Ye Gucheng shook his head, "I was the lord of Baiyun City at the beginning, but Feixian Island has existed for a hundred years. If you really want to say who has the virtue of enlightening the residents on the island, it is also the ancestor of the Ye family, and it is not my power."

Huamanlou smiled without saying a word.

The three of them walked to the gate of the small courtyard where Song Qingshu and Huamanlou lived. Ye Gucheng bowed his hands to the two:

"The night is getting dark, both of you, please rest early."

"The same goes for the city lord."

The two of them entered the courtyard after Ye Gucheng's figure turned around three times and disappeared out of sight.

After closing the courtyard door, Hua Manlou suddenly said: "Sure enough, the rumors in the Jianghu are not to be believed. I heard in the Central Plains that Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, is aloof and arrogant. He is a person who never enjoys making friends, nor does he bother to make friends."

Who would have thought that when we met today, although Ye Gucheng was a bit cold, he had a gentle attitude and behaved well, and when talking with him and Song Qingshu, he didn't see the rumored aloofness.

The people on Feixian Island live a prosperous and happy life, which shows that although Ye Gucheng, who is called the Lord of Baiyun, is actually the Lord of Feixian Island, Ye Gucheng has put a lot of effort into this, otherwise he would not be walking on the road. The people all respect and love him.

Song Qingshu was not surprised by this.

Think of the martial arts in the Yuan Kingdom, Shaolin Kunlun, and Emei Kongtong, which one is not famous all over the world, and everyone will praise the leader of the Baidao and the uprightness of the famous family?

But at the grand master's [-]th birthday banquet, what did they do?

Wuji suffers from the cold poison, Emei claims to be friends with Wudang, and Miejue Shitai is Tai Shifu's junior, and Emei's successor Ji Xiaofu Ji Nvxia even has a marriage contract with Sixth Master Uncle. The first time I wrote a letter, the words were sincere, just to get rid of Wuji's cold poison, and to ask for a glimpse of Emei's Nine Suns Divine Art, how did Miejue Shitai respond?

Pretend to be deaf and dumb, just avoid mentioning it.

These so-called orthodox families are just wearing a cloak of morality and righteousness, and only they know whether their actions are upright or filthy.

Therefore, the rumors of the rivers and lakes are just rumors of the rivers and lakes after all.

I can't believe it.

Hua Manlou also understands this truth when he thinks about it, but the Ye Gucheng he saw with his own eyes today is very different from the one he heard about, and he feels a little bit wronged by it.

Song Qingshu comforted him with gentle words:

"The rivers and lakes have been like this since ancient times. Qitong certainly doesn't know."

Huamanlou was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then laughed:

"What Qing Shu said is true. I was thinking too deeply for a while."

The two smiled at each other, said good night to each other, and went back to their rooms.

midnight.

The wind is slightly cool and the moon is slightly bright.

Song Qingshu left the room lightly, and flew onto the edge of the wall.

Although he only walked through it once during the day, he seemed to have deeply engraved the route from the port to the City Lord's Mansion in his mind, without any hesitation in his movements, he went from the center of Baiyun City to the edge of the city wall in a short time.

Perhaps it is because Baiyun City is the only one that can be called a "city" on the island, and the rest are small villages and small towns. Feixian Island is surrounded by the sea, and the port is heavily guarded, so outsiders can't easily enter the island. It wasn't very tall, and even though the guards did their best, they couldn't stop Song Qingshu.

He tapped his toes, and in the blink of an eye, he flew up the city wall like a wisp of green smoke.

After getting down the city wall, he didn't set out for the port, but turned around, making Qinggong fly for about half a moment, and then he came to a coast that shone lightly under the moonlight.

Song Qingshu stood quietly on Haiyan.

Under the moonlight, the sea surface with light waves and waves is vast and boundless at a glance.

The waves on the edge of the cliff are jubilant, hitting the exposed black stone surface one after another.

Song Qingshu lowered his head to watch for a while, then suddenly let out a soft whistle, drew his sword and jumped straight to the surface of the sea!

Stepping on the waves, the sword follows the waves.

In the darkness, the tip of the sword flickered with a little cold light, as if cutting through the boundless night, coming by the waves, never returning when the waves go, sometimes smoothly, sometimes rebelliously.

Under the moonlight, on the sea, one person, one sword.

Dancing on the waves, the sword light flickered, as if weaving the whole world.

It made people look crazy.

I do not know how long it has been.

Song Qingshu flew ashore and returned the sword into its sheath.

He turned around and met the eyes of the man in white who appeared beside Haiyan at some point and never tried to hide his figure from the beginning to the end——

"City Lord Ye."

Ye Gucheng's face was three-point amazed and seven-point trance. Hearing this voice, he couldn't help subconsciously responding: "Song Shaoxia."

The expression in Song Qingshu's eyes was difficult to understand.

He had already noticed Ye Gucheng's arrival.

If he wanted to, Ye Gucheng would not be able to notice his existence at all, let alone see his figure dancing sword on the sea.

However, in the blink of an eye, Song Qingshu didn't know what he was thinking, so he chose to let it go.

Let Ye Gucheng hear the sound of sword dancing, walk towards Haiyan with a puzzled expression.

Let Ye Gucheng's eyes shine brightly, standing on the rock and watching the sword silently.

Maybe it's because it's so rare that in this world where even martial arts are respected, he only met Ye Gucheng, who can barely be called a "sword cultivator" from the beginning to the end?

Maybe it's because the moment the other party saw him dancing the sword, what flashed in his eyes was the same yearning and persistence as he used to be?

Or maybe...

Or maybe even if it is a pity that the opponent has something other than the smell of "sword", but after all, he can't bear to let such a person who is suitable to be a sword repairer really know nothing about his aptitude , throughout his life, he can only be a "swordsman" who amazes the people of the rivers and lakes, not a "sword repairer" who can shake the world with a single sword.

Song Qingshu's mind was full of thoughts, but there was only a calm and calm silence on his face.

Ye Gucheng, who had finally woken up from the shock and shock of watching his sword dance just now, felt a little... at a loss because of his silence.

Naturally, he didn't mean to peek at Song Qingshu practicing his sword.

The sea rock that Song Qingshu chose was, by coincidence, a place that Ye Gucheng liked to come to when he was studying swordsmanship recently.

Especially on a moonlit night.

Sitting on the edge of the sea rocks or watching the sea, or holding a sword to move, is an excellent precipitation for the mind.

It's just that something unexpected happened tonight.

Walking near Haiyan, he keenly caught the familiar sound of swords amidst the sound of waves, so he went up to the cliff and saw the figure of Song Qingshu walking the sword on the sea.

At first, he was only amazed at the young man's youthful skill, he could stand or walk on the water like walking on the ground, but when he took a closer look at the sword used by the opponent...

Ye Gucheng was really fascinated by it.

Not just sword moves.

That is a strange feeling that cannot be described in words.

Ye Gucheng has never seen someone use a sword like this.

This is different from any kind of swordsmanship he knows.

Whether it is him or Ximen Chuuxue.

Whether it's Taoist Mu or Dugu Yihe.

None of the master sword wielders he knew could use such a sword technique.

He had never seen only one person using such a sword technique.

That was Song Qingshu.

Ye Gucheng raised his eyes, and a sharp ray of light suddenly burst into Song Qingshu's eyes——

"Song Shaoxia."

"It turned out that I saw it in the daytime, and it was not Ye's illusion."

"Between the young hero's words and deeds, every gesture is like a sword."

"—I don't know what Ye said, so what?"

The author has something to say: the last paragraph seems to be a bit exaggerated, but when you think about it carefully, it doesn’t seem to be that exaggerated. Just imagine, even if Gu Da writes the most stream-of-consciousness and the best Tianwai Feixian, "No one can describe The splendor and brilliance of this sword, and the speed of this sword, no one can describe, it is not only a sword, but the wrath of Thor, a strike of lightning." ——In extreme terms, it is the power of lightning .Then think about the master swordsmen cutting through the sky and splitting the earth with their swords, killing enemies with swords thousands of miles away, thundering sword energy and sword light splitting...

In short, it is the kind of shock that the martial arts residents met with the immortal residents for the first time, especially the city lord's swordsmanship is still very high, and suddenly encountered a swordsmanship that is not even in the same realm, it seems that it is not even in the same dimension. It's normal to have a baby. [Is it easy for me to try my best to find some reasonable reasons for myself?Promise me that even if you are not persuaded, you will believe me, okay? 】

And with a shake of my hand, I opened two pits for depositing manuscripts, so I have the cheek to ask for a collection~

1. The main character D of Zongman, transmigrated as Takumi's brother CP Takahashi Ryosuke, "[Zongman] Why is it so difficult to be a quiet old driver! "[That's right, the name of the article is so capricious!

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2. Modern Cultivation Text, after the retreat, I found that the whole world has changed!So "retreat must be short"

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