The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 38 Lu Xiaofeng

Sikong Zhaixing yelled, turned around and ran away again, Song Xing followed behind him unhurriedly.

Nirvana's physique and explosive power, coupled with the speed of Dacheng's ape strike, made Song Xing so fast that he almost broke away from gravity, like a phantom of the day, with a distance of several feet between flashes, falling far behind Sikong Zaixing. Watching him climb over the city wall all the way to the outside of the capital.

Sikong Zhaixing changed four directions in a row and ran for two hours, but he still couldn't get rid of Song Xing behind him.

"What exactly do you want?" Sikong Zhaixing stared at Song Xing angrily and asked.

Even though he ran for two hours in a row, his breath was still not disturbed at all.

Song Xing smiled and said, "Take me to find Lu Xiaofeng."

Sikong Zhaixing stared at Song Xing, "I don't know where he is."

Song Xing shook his head: "You are his friend, you must know where he is."

Looking at Sikong Jiexing's hand hidden in his sleeve, Song Xing said again: "Maybe you can try and beat me directly."

Taking a shot to repel Song Xing is also a way to escape successfully.

"Okay, let me try your kung fu."

Sikong Zhaixing became a little annoyed, stretched out his hand from his sleeve, and slapped Song Xing lightly.

This was the first time that Sikong Zhaixing showed his hands in front of Song Xing. Unlike the rough hands of the old man who made up before, Sikong Zhaixing's hands were slender and delicate, and they looked even whiter and tenderer than the hands of a twenty-eight girl.

Now, these hands, which are whiter than women, changed fourteen directions in the air in an instant, and waved towards Song Xing.

Song Xing took a step forward, his back shook, his whole body was concentrated, and he swung his fist like a knife, hitting Sikong Zhaixing's palm with his fist.

As if the muffled thunder sounded in the air after the summer rain, Sikong Zhaixing staggered and fell out following the sound.

An icy chill invaded from Song Xing's fist, and Mingyu swallowed the chill directly while turning his true energy.

Song Xing glanced at Sikong Zhaixing with some surprise. This famous thief in the world turned out to have cultivated a kind of palm strength that is extremely yin and cold.

If an ordinary martial artist hit him with a palm, the cold air would invade his body, and it would cause quite a bit of trouble.

Sikong Zhaixing didn't wait to stand still, he tapped his toes lightly on the ground, and his speed suddenly went up a step, and he circled Song Xing three or four times in an instant, and his hands didn't stop. Attacking Song Xing from an angle.

Song Xing wanted to see Sikong Zhaixing's palm technique, so he didn't draw his sword, he used fast strikes, and in a blink of an eye he fought with Sikong Zhaixing with dozens of moves.

The more he hit, the more amazed he was, the palm technique that Sikong Zaixing used was exquisite and unparalleled, with femininity as the appearance, but internal strength was a set of rigid and fierce palm technique.

It's a pity that Sikong Zhaixing's true energy is not enough to fully exert the power of this set of palms, but only brought out the feminine and treacherous part of it.

"Don't fight, don't fight."

Sikong Zhaoxing made dozens of moves, but he didn't even force Song Xing back a single step. Knowing that his own martial arts were too far behind Song Xing's, he was a little annoyed and stopped attacking.

Seeing Sikong Zaixing stop, Song Xing instead pulled out the Longevity Sword behind him, the cyan sword light flashed, and Song Xing had already pointed at Sikong Zaixing.

"Block my sword and let you go."

After speaking, Song Xing drew out his sword.

His speed is extremely fast, one step is a few feet, and the speed of the Longevity Sword even exceeds the sound.

When the rapid airflow sounded, the Longevity Sword had already arrived in front of Sikong Jiexing.

Sikong Zhaixing raised his head abruptly, only the enlarged sword tip and the eyes behind the sword made him tremble in his sight.

Lu Xiaofeng sat at the table with a big glass full of wine in front of him.

The wine is 20-year-old Zhuyeqing, and the cup is carved by skilled craftsmen from the top-quality beryl from Lantian.

This is the best restaurant in the entire capital, and the table is filled with delicacies that are rarely seen by princes and nobles.

Next to Lu Xiaofeng, there were four beautiful women sitting like flowers and jade, looking at him with shy and timid smiles.

Good food and wine, surrounded by beauties, is simply the dream life of all men.

However, Lu Xiaofeng's face was full of sorrow, as if he was not enjoying himself, but in prison.

The neatly trimmed beards on weekdays now seem to be like eyebrows, a little listless.

"Young Master Lu dislikes food and drink?"

The woman sitting on the left saw that Lu Xiaofeng hadn't moved, so she asked with a smile.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "20-year-old Zhuyeqing is worth more than gold. If this is not good wine, I really don't know what is good wine."

The beautiful woman continued to ask: "Does that despise the posture of Pu Liu from the slave family?"

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head, but he didn't look at the women: "When a fish falls like a wild goose, when a shameful flower closes the moon, each has its own merits."

The beautiful woman covered her mouth with a light smile and said, "Then why does Mr. Lu neither drink nor look at our sisters?"

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, and said: "Because although I like good wine and beautiful people, I am more afraid of trouble."

The beautiful woman smiled and said, "Young Master Lu, still afraid of trouble?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I'm not afraid of trouble, but I don't like this kind of trouble coming to my door."

As soon as Lu Xiaofeng finished speaking, the door opened from the outside.

Sikong Zhaixing swaggered in from the door, and Song Xing followed behind.

Lu Xiaofeng pointed to Sikong Zhaixing, and said to the beautiful woman: "Look, this is the trouble that came to the door."

"You fart," Sikong Zhaixing said unceremoniously to Lu Xiaofeng, "I just brought a friend of yours here, not looking for trouble."

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Sikong Zhaixing with a strange expression: "You would rather hide from me than dig a thousand earthworms, but now you show up in front of me with a big swagger. If I believe you, I'm a fool."

Sikong Zhaixing sat across from Lu Xiaofeng with a bitter face, "You think I'm willing to come to you, Lu Xiaoji, because I can't outrun or beat him."

Like Sikong Zhaixing, Lu Xiaofeng didn't know Song Xing's face, but after hearing Sikong Zhaixing's complaints, he knew that Song Xing would not be an unknown person.

"Is this friend very skilled in martial arts?" Lu Xiaofeng asked curiously.

Sikong Zhaixing rolled his eyes: "It's not that high, Qinggong is only at the level of Chu Liuxiang, and swordsmanship is about the same as Ximen Chuuxue."

Lu Xiaofeng's face changed slightly, but Song Xing spoke up: "I asked Sikong Zhaixing to lead the way to find you."

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it in one gulp. At this moment, he was suddenly not afraid of trouble.

"I don't seem to know you."

Song Xing sat down at the table, and the woman next to him poured him a glass of wine knowingly, Song Xing took it up and drank it up likewise: "That's how we know each other."

Lu Xiaofeng sighed again, and said: "But I don't want to know you at all, because I have a hunch that knowing you will be a bigger trouble."

Song Xing smiled and said: "It's not troublesome at all, I need you to take me to meet someone."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said: "Interesting, you found Sikong Zhaixing and asked him to bring you to meet me so that I could find someone for you."

Song Xing nodded: "Yes, it is said that Lu Xiaofeng has friends all over the world, if you are looking for someone, you must be looking for you."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Good food and wine, beautiful women are by your side, what if I don't want to?"

He suddenly felt that the bamboo leaf green tasted good, and the beauty next to him was also very gentle and pleasant.

Song Xing asked: "Don't you want to know who I'm looking for?"

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly didn't want to talk anymore, staring at the jade cup in his hand, it seemed that there was a stunning picture of a beauty engraved there.

Sikong Zhaixing next to him suddenly said, "Who are you looking for?"

Lu Xiaofeng still didn't speak.

Song Xing said, "I want to find a monk, an honest monk."

(End of this chapter)