"Brother, have you made a breakthrough?"
Song Qian's eyes showed surprise, and she ran to his side full of joy and kept looking at him.
"Breakthrough!"
Song Xuan had a smile on his face. He was in a very good mood at this time. He had entered the innate realm. This also meant that as long as he didn't provoke Zhang Sanfeng by pretending to be dead in Wudang Mountain, he would not dare to act unscrupulously in this Mingzhou territory. But at least self-protection is enough.
"Is this evil-repelling sword manual so good?"
Song Qian stared at the sword manual in her hand in surprise, gritted her teeth and said, "I'm a woman, so I shouldn't have to commit suicide, right?"
With that said, before Song Xuan could speak, she drew out her long sword and started practicing the above moves.
"Whatever, I'll give it a try first!"
A quarter of an hour later, Song Qian's body was steaming with heat, her face turned red, her eyes began to blur, and she looked at Song Xuan's weird smile.
Seeing this, Song Xuan stepped forward directly in front of her, knocked the long sword out of Song Qian's hand, then took her arm and threw her into a pond in the old house.
After being hit by the cold water, Song Qian's eyes gradually returned to clarity. She raised her hand and patted the water, and she jumped out.
"Did I just go crazy?"
"Yeah, you're smiling like an idiot." Song Xuan asked curiously: "Did you have any illusions before your eyes when you were possessed?"
Song Qian's face was still a little red, and she turned her face away in embarrassment, "No, I don't know. My mind is so foggy that I can't remember clearly."
Song Xuan hummed, not surprised at all. It was normal for him to be obsessed and not clear-headed.
"Brother, why don't you just go to the palace and be fine, but I can't do it when I practice?"
Song Qian muttered, "The Xuan Bing Jin in my Dantian can't suppress the rising heat at all. How did you suppress it?"
"What I used was not Xuan Bing Jin."
Song Xuan pondered for a moment, maybe it was because his cultivation strength had been greatly improved at this moment, he also thought about many things and became no longer so cautious.
"You may have guessed that I just practiced Xuan Bing Jin casually, but what I really practiced was the boy's skill!"
"Tongzi Kung Fu?"
Song Qian seemed to have expected it and was not too surprised, "After Sister Lu told me about what you did before, I actually had this suspicion.
Brother, was this boy's skill passed down to you by your father? "
Song Xuan was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "No!"
This was the reason why he didn't want to talk about it before, because he couldn't tell the origin of the exercise directly, he could only make it up, and if you make up a lie, you will need more lies to cover it up.
Quite troublesome.
"Dad didn't give it to me..."
Song Qian suddenly became happy, "It seems that Lao Song has no favoritism!"
"It seems that you have a lot of secrets. Does anyone else know about your practice of Boy Kung Fu?"
"No, you were the first to know!"
Song Qian said with a smile: "Brother, you practice boy skills, so you often go to Goulan to listen to music. Could it be that you want to hone your character?"
Thinking of this, she clapped her hands and seemed to understand the reason, "No wonder you can withstand the heat in your body and be obsessed with it. This tempering of your character is really amazing!"
Song Xuan was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly.
If you think so, then I will admit it, yes, your brother and I are here to hone our character!
In some ways, Song Qian's sister is really sensible. For example, she may have noticed that my brother didn't want to talk too much about the boy's skill, so he didn't mention the origin of that skill at all.
This also made Song Xuan worry-free, as he no longer had to worry about making up a story about when he was out shopping when he was a child, he met an old beggar and was taught magical skills.
Song Qian put away the evil-fighting sword manual with some regret, "This swordsmanship is quite good, but it doesn't seem to be very friendly to women. This martial art is naturally prepared for eunuchs in the palace."
Song Xuan smiled casually and said, "Perhaps it was originally created by the eunuchs in the palace."
As he said that, he hung the long sword on his waist, patted the dust on his body, and said: "Let's go to Xiao Linzi's house and have a look. After all, I can break through, and the Lin family's sword manual also plays a big role. If you have any trouble, I can help you." They took care of it."
.....
The sky was turning dark, and inside the Lin family's mansion, a group of maids and servants had already packed up and gathered together. As long as Lin Zhennan gave an order, they would open the door and rush out.
At this point, whether he can survive or not depends entirely on God's will.
In the past few days, not everyone was thinking about escaping, but the Qingcheng Sect disciples hiding outside the mansion seemed determined to kill them all.
As long as you are a member of the Lin family's mansion, you are only allowed in but not out. No matter if you are a maid or a member of the Lin family, as long as you walk out of the gate and into the street, you will soon turn into a corpse.
Outside the mansion, in a corner, several Qingcheng Sect disciples were chatting in low voices.
"When will master come?"
"We should be able to arrive tonight."
An older disciple said: "Some time ago, something happened in Jiangzhe Mansion. After receiving the letter, Master hurried there and was delayed for some time.
But counting the time, it should be almost here tonight. "
"Okay, as soon as Master arrives, we will take action. We must not run away from the Lin family!"
A young disciple who seemed to be about seventeen or eighteen years old said excitedly, "Senior brothers, after destroying the Lin family, I don't want anything, except Mrs. Lin. I have been thinking about her for many days, and I hope that the senior brothers will not compete with my younger brother. "
"You kid, you actually have the habit of being a thief!" A long voice came from behind.
"Haha, just this one mouthful made the senior brothers laugh!"
The young disciple smiled and replied, but the next moment he felt something was wrong. He remembered that there was no one behind him.
There was a sudden feeling of horror in his heart. He suddenly turned his head and looked back, but at some point, a young man dressed as a Confucian scholar was already standing behind him, with a hand on his shoulder. on the shoulders.
All the Qingcheng Sect disciples drew their swords one after another, and some even shouted: "Who are you, but you want to help the Lin family?"
...
Inside the Lin Mansion.
Lin Zhennan looked around at the people with helpless and frightened faces, bowed and apologized: "I, the Lin family, am sorry for everyone. It is useless to say more now, I can only fight to the death.
If everyone is ready, Lin will open the door next and rush out as many as he can! "
After the words fell, the courtyard was silent, no one spoke.
Lin Zhennan sighed and prepared to walk towards the door.
boom!
At this moment, there was a sudden violent banging sound from the gate outside the yard, as if someone had been hit hard against the iron gate.
Faintly, it seemed that a woman's voice could be heard scolding.
"Where am I going, and do I need to report to you Pipixias?!"
Then, there was a knock on the door.
"Open the door and bring warmth!"
