Juvenile Song Xing's Reappearance

Chapter 17 Meeting (2)

At this time, Xiao Xiaohan also stood up and stretched, and looked at Xiao Se: "I'll go and have a look."

"Well." Xiao Se nodded: "Go and see, otherwise no one knows what will happen to him when he sees Xueyue Sword Immortal."

Xiao Xiaohan chuckled lightly, and stroked Sikong Qianluo's beautiful hair, "I'll go up first, and wait here, you know?"

"En." Sikong Qianluo nodded: "Sister, you can go."

"Jiangling King's daughter, it's amazing," the book boy muttered to himself.

"Yes." Li Fansong also nodded.

Xiao Se looked at the two of them, and pointed to Sikong Qianluo who was sitting next to him: "There's also a spear fairy's daughter here."

"It's not a gun fairy, and a girl is not a girl. My lady, Sikong Qianluo..." Sikong Qianluo was a little annoyed, and seemed to hate the title "Daughter of a Gun Fairy."

Xiao Se looked at Sikong Qianluo with a smile on his face, but didn't reply.

"You want to try it? Huh?" Sikong Qianluo held a long spear and pulled out a spear flower.

But the green shirt was gone before his eyes.

"Yes" suddenly a voice rang in Sikong Qianluo's ear, and the warm breath blew on her earlobe.She was startled, the long spear in her hand flew out, but the Tsing Yi retreated another ten feet away.

"Little uncle, didn't you say that this person doesn't know martial arts?" Shutong said puzzled.

"This is not martial arts, but lightness," Li Fansong explained.

"Oh." Shutong asked, "What lightness kung fu?"

"The number one lightness skill in the world, stepping on the clouds!" The scholar swallowed.

The book boy "Treading the Cloud" stared wide-eyed, looking at Xiao Se who was going away: "That's not..."

"Created by the King of Jiangling." Li Fansong looked at Xiao Se who was going away, his eyes became serious: "I don't know what relationship he has with the King of Jiangling."

Xiao Xiaohan who boarded the Dengtian Pavilion did not go to the fourteenth floor, but went up to the next floor. The No. 15 floor was not empty like other lofts. Instead, it looked like a book collection pavilion, with two huge buildings on both sides. There are various ancient books on it, and a sandalwood stove in the middle. A middle-aged man in a gray robe is sitting on a wooden chair quietly reading a book.

Xiao Xiaohan, who was standing at the entrance of the attic, smiled when he saw it, and did not step in, but said softly: "Tian Qi, the daughter of King Jiangling, has met Uncle Yunhe."

"Since you're here, come in, you don't have to stand outside," Lei Yunhe said, but he didn't stand up to greet him.

"Yes" Xiao Xiaohan replied softly.

Sikong Qianluo put away his spear.She was originally the guardian of the fourteenth floor of today's Tiange Pavilion. She followed her father, Sikong Changfeng, to practice spear skills since she was a child. Even the King of Jiangling taught her a thing or two. With this identity, her martial arts is still second only to Tang Lian and a few other disciples among the young disciples of this generation. Even Luo Mingxuan, the apprentice of the elder Luoxia Fairy, is one level behind her, but facing this The green-clothed youth, who seemed to be frivolous in his steps and lacked deep internal strength, shot thirty times in a row, but failed to succeed.

"As expected of the next Spear Fairy that King Jiangling once praised," Xiao Se praised.

Sikong Qianluo blushed when he heard that, but the blush disappeared quickly, and he clenched the spear in his hand and asked, "Who are you?"

Xiao Se said calmly: "Xueyue Villa, Xiao Se."

Sikong Qianluo thought for a moment, then asked, "What sect is Xueluo Villa?"

"It's an inn, that's all," Xiao Se explained.

Sikong Qianluo's expression darkened, and he said, "Are you kidding me?"

"You asked what sect I belong to, and I answered, but you said I was playing tricks on you." Xiao Se sighed and said helplessly.

Sikong Qianluo stopped talking, but raised the long spear and said angrily, "Feng Zhi!"

Following Sikong Qianluo's "wind stop", the wind on the entire long street stopped almost instantly.

Sikong Qianluo drank again: "The wind rises."

The wind all over the street seemed to hover over her long spear in an instant, the tip of the gun whistled, and the shot was no longer the ordinary sharp attack just now, but a blow that swept the long wind all over the street.

After that shot, Xiao Se suddenly remembered the story told by the waiter at the tea shop yesterday: When Sikong Changfeng was standing in the Dengtian Pavilion, the wind all over the city stopped, and they all hovered around the black-robed man holding the black-golden spear. man around.At this moment, the legend became reality, and the spear that could stir up the wind and rain in the whole city was right in front of him.

No, it's on my chest!
Shi Yu, who was wearing an emerald green outfit, was sitting on a chair without any image, eating preserved fruit and drinking tea, "Hi... the snacks here are delicious."

"Shi Yu, give me some for a lady, this is not the palace, this is..." Xiao Xuanli, dressed in black, with loose hair and a satisfied smile on his face, came in from the outside and was about to reprimand Cui Yao.

"What? You've been in the military camp for a long time, and sister Xinlian made you feel comfortable this time?" Shi Yu asked.

Faced with Shi Yu's words about tigers and wolves, Xiao Xuanli, who is a man, also blushed, but soon went down, coughed lightly and said: "You are young, just talk like this, be careful not to get married."

Shi Yu took a sip of the tea beside her and said, "I can't get married, it's your business, if not, just stay aside."

Xiao Xuanli looked at Shi Yu with resentment, to tell the truth, if he said one word to Shi Yu, Shi Yu could say ten words to you, and if you had something to say, you couldn't say it, it would suffocate you to death.

"Hehehe" Xinlian, who was dressed in red, came in with a tidy hair and smiled, and shook her head at Xiao Xuanli, "Let me just say it."

Xiao Xuanli also smiled, and waved his hands casually.

Xinlian then walked behind Xiao Xuanli and tied his hair.

"Sister, when are you going to see Sister Hanyi?" Cuiyao said lazily on the chair.

"Waiting for news," Xinlian said.

"Oh..." Shi Yu sighed: "Even Qianluo is back, but I...haven't even seen her face yet."

"Why are you in a hurry, the eldest lady is still on the mountain?" Xiao Xuanli said.

Shi Yumei stared at him: "I'm talking to Sister Xinlian, what are you talking about?"

Xiao Xuanli stared at Shi Yu with wide eyes in disbelief, when did this girl dare to speak like that.

"Two Taoist priests from Qingcheng Mountain." Xinlian inserted a jade hairpin into Xiao Xuanli's hair and sat on the chair beside him.

Xiao Xuanli slowly closed his eyes, let out a breath and said: "Come here, just to see the eldest lady, it's nothing serious. By the way, does the princess know?"

"I don't know, I haven't been there since the last time I came here." Xinlian shook her head.

"I probably don't know," Shi Yu said.

"How do you know?" Xinlian asked.

"I went to the princess's place secretly, and found that the princess is still the same, and there is no panic or panic in her eyes," Shi Yu explained.

"Okay, we'll know when the eldest lady comes out," Xiao Xuanli said.

"Um"

"Little Martial Uncle" saw Xiao Se retreating quickly, and the book boy was also anxious.

Li Fansong hesitated, he always felt that Xiao Se had other martial arts besides stepping on the clouds.

"It's careless. I didn't expect to be so beautiful and so good at kung fu." Xiao Se retreated sharply while shaking his head and sighing.

Sikong Qianluo was taken aback for a moment, then his pretty face blushed, and a peach blossom-like crimson sprinkled on the snow.

He is praising himself, this man who is more handsome than women is praising himself, of course the women among them do not include Xiao Xiaohan, because Xiao Xiaohan's beauty is a charming, alluring beauty, like a witch.

At that critical moment, the tip of the gun was finally deflected by an inch at the last moment, tearing Xiao Se's green shirt right sleeve to pieces.The spear was retracted, and the wind howled all over the street.

"Good marksmanship, I don't know what kind of grand scene it would be if the Spear Fairy himself was like this," Li Fansong exclaimed as he watched the wind blowing all over the street.

"Little uncle, I heard from the master that the king of Jiangling also practiced spears," Shutong said.

Li Fansong hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "The King of Jiangling has not only learned guns, knives, swords, Taoist exercises, and Buddhist martial arts. In short, he has learned everything that the world can learn."

"Isn't he afraid that he won't be able to integrate?" Shu Tong asked.

"I know, how do the elders evaluate King Jiangling?" Li Fansong asked back.

"what."

"Immortal," Li Fansong said.

The book boy said in surprise, "Immortal!"

Xiao Se tore off the torn sleeves, looked at the daughter of the Spear Fairy who was suddenly dazed and blushing, and said with a smile: "The daughter of the Spear Fairy is really unusual."

Sikong Qianluo came back to his senses, put away his spear, looked at the ragged-sleeved young man in green shirt who was still flamboyant, got on his horse, and asked, "Tell me again, what's your name?"

"Xiao Se" Xiao Se smiled.

Sitting next to Lei Yunhe in Dengtian Pavilion, Xiao Xiaohan passed a cup of tea, "Uncle, you still have the same demeanor."

Lei Yunhe closed the book, took a sip of tea and said, "What do you want to say?"

"Uncle, do you know who broke into the pavilion today?" Xiao Xiaohan asked.

Lei Yunhe shook his head, "I don't know."

"Hehe" Xiao Xiaohan said with a light smile, "Uncle will be surprised when that person comes up."

The top of Cangshan Mountain.

A middle-aged Confucian scholar dressed in black sat there with a chessboard in front of him and a black-gold spear beside him.

Spear Immortal, Sikong Changfeng.

Holding the white piece in his hand, he pondered for a moment and then dropped a piece.

Sikong Changfeng smiled wryly: "He should have reached the No.15 floor by now. If I'm not wrong, he came here for you. I'm afraid you won't be able to escape the old debt with Lei Hong."

"Hmph" came a cold snort from nowhere.

"If you saw it, the eyebrows are exactly the same as his mother's. That silly character, I learned from my father." Sikong Changfeng smiled.

"The seeds have grown, and the chess pieces have finally entered the game." The person hiding in the dark sighed.

"Yes, Tang Lian is the seed, Qian Luo is the seed, and now the third seed has finally entered the game. The promise made in 14 is about to be fulfilled." Sikong Changfeng saw that the other party lost interest in playing chess , also put away the chessboard.

"The chess piece is in the game, what about the chess player?"

Sikong Changfeng stood up and raised the spear on the ground: "The only people who are playing chess in this chess game are King Jiangling and Tian. Everyone's life and death are at the mercy of King Jiangling, including you and me."

"Can we regret the game?" Kong Changfeng felt a wave of fallen leaves in front of his eyes, and a man in white with a long sword was standing with his back facing him.

"But does the King of Jiangling agree? He released Xiaohan, which also means that as long as the chess reaches the chessboard, you will never regret your move."

"A gentleman can't regret a game. My father and I are not gentlemen. You have seen how cruel my father is." The man with the long sword walked forward.

"Are you going to meet them? With that kid's strength, he could have broken through to the second floor, but now Xiaohan and that troublesome guy invited him to drink a pot, and his strength went straight to the third floor." .”

"Fantasy? It's him?"

"Yes."

"Where is he today, why didn't he come with you?"

"He went to the Overseas Fairy Mountain to find the last medicine for brewing Mengpo soup."

"What? Haven't you forgotten after so long?"

"That incident is so easy to forget? It's like the king of Jiangling can't forget her, hehe."

"madman."

"He's not the only lunatic. Besides Lei Hong's disciple, another lunatic's disciple also came. He pretended to be a scholar, took a little Taoist priest with him, and rode into the city carelessly on an old horse."

"Taoist? Is that him?" The sword-bearer stopped.

"Yes, exactly, Zhao Yuzhen" Mount Qingcheng, Zhao Yuzhen. "Sikong Changfeng said slowly, but before he finished the last word "true", a white shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and the sword-wielding man had already swept down the mountain at high speed.

Apocalypse.

Xiao Ruoyu stood in the courtyard, looking up at the sky, his eyes were distant, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

(End of this chapter)