"Do you mean what you say?"
Huang Rong was naturally overjoyed when she heard Song Xuan's promise.
After seeing the sword energy slashed out at the top of the city, she had already suspected that Song Xuan, a great villain, had also come to Yangzhou and wanted to seek help from him.
Although some misunderstandings had occurred by mistake, getting Song Xuan's personal consent made the kidnapping worthwhile.
Song Qian looked a little strange.
Her eyes were constantly looking at Huang Rong's chest. She used to think that her brother liked bigger ones, but now it seems that it doesn't seem like it.
This girl named Huang Rong is not that big at all. She is about the same level as her little cousin Lin Daiyu.
Turning to look at Song Xuan, he saw that the elder brother's eyes were not on Huang Rong, but sitting in front of the table, holding a brush in his hand and writing something on the paper.
While writing, Song Xuan said aloud: "Miss Huang, let's talk first. I'm also busy with things here. If your affairs go smoothly, that's all. But if you have to travel far away, then there's nothing I can do to help you!"
"No need to travel far!"
Huang Rong hurriedly said: "When I first came to Yangzhou, I made a few friends in the city, but when I came back from doing errands some time ago, I found that all of my friends were missing.
Mr. Song, you seem to have a high official position in Xuanyi Wei Yamen. Can you please help me check their traces? "
"Looking for someone..."
The brush in Song Xuan's hand paused slightly, "Here, write down the identities and names of those people. The more detailed you can write, the better."
"Thank you, young hero!"
Huang Rong was overjoyed. Although this villain looked scary as a cold-faced person, he was not difficult to get along with, and his words and deeds seemed very reliable. No wonder he was already in a high position at such a young age.
Huang Rong sat next to Song Xuan with a smile. Instead of writing directly, she spread out the paper and recalled the faces of the people.
Then, with her pen flying, she began to draw the little beggars in her memory.
Song Xuan did not disturb her, got up and came to the door. The sky outside had turned cloudy, and it even started to rain lightly.
"Brother, does this girl have an unusual status?"
Victoria Song came over and asked in a low voice.
She's not stupid. My brother doesn't have any infatuation with this girl, and he doesn't seem to have a deep friendship with her, but he is still willing to help her. It's probably because the other person's identity is unusual.
Song Xuan nodded slightly, "Well, I have a good father!"
"Understood!"
Song Qian glanced at Huang Rong from the corner of her eye, who was concentrating on painting. This girl was not old, but her martial arts skills were not weak. Her brother said that she was very good at light kung fu, and she was probably a eldest lady from a martial arts family.
Half an hour later, Huang Rong put down the brush, stood up and stretched, "Young Master Song, do you think this is okay?"
Song Xuan stepped forward to take a look and saw the lifelike portraits appearing on the paper. He couldn't help but nodded in approval and said: "I didn't expect that the girl is so good at painting. With these portraits, the difficulty has been reduced a lot."
He flipped through it casually, and when he reached the last piece of rice paper, his expression paused and he looked at it in surprise.
But when he saw an extremely powerful martial arts written on the top of the paper, after reading it from beginning to end, Song Xuan subconsciously raised his hands and started practicing in the room.
But when Song Xuan stretched out his five fingers, there was a trace of cold air lingering on his fingers. As the true energy continued to flow on his fingers, a phantom of a giant claw that looked extremely sharp appeared out of thin air.
As this phantom appeared, Song Xuan's attribute panel's martial arts column added an innate-level martial art—Nine Yin Divine Claws!
"Wow! You are amazing!"
Huang Rong's delicate and agile face showed a look of disbelief, "It took me a long time to learn this martial arts.
Even my father took half a year to fully grasp it. You just read it once and you can understand the essence? "
Song Xuan smiled, this was the result of having a solid foundation in Chunyang Wuji Boy's Kung Fu in the past twenty years as fellow practitioners of Jing, Qi and Shen.
In addition to the substantial improvement in strength, the most obvious effect is that his understanding has also been greatly improved.
He always said that for ordinary innate-level martial arts, he basically only needs to watch them once and think about them carefully before he can understand them.
Raising his hand and clenching it, the phantom of the Nine Yin Divine Claws in the void seemed to turn into sparks all over the sky and disappeared into the air. Song Xuan turned to look at Huang Rong.
"I said I would help you. You don't need to specialize in such a martial art."
Huang Rong shook her head and said: "You are a good person, but I don't like to owe favors! You help me find someone, and I will give you my martial arts skills in exchange. We are clear-cut, and no one owes anyone!"
"That's fine!"
Song Xuan naturally didn't care about being indifferent. He could get a good martial arts by just looking for a few people. He was eager to do this kind of thing more often.
After rolling up the rice paper containing the secret book of Nine Yin Divine Claws, Song Xuan handed it to Song Qian naturally.
"This claw skill is pretty good. You can practice it if you're interested. It never hurts to have more life-saving skills."
Song Qian took it with a smile and glanced at Huang Rong provocatively: Did you see, I have a brother, do you?
Huang Rong had a look of disbelief on her face, and then a look of envy appeared on her face.
During the time she was traveling in the world, she was used to seeing the warmth and coldness of human relationships, let alone advanced martial arts such as the Nine Yin Divine Claws. Even for an ordinary skill that could cultivate internal strength, brothers would kill each other and father and son would fight each other. All common.
Even his own father, who has a lot of martial arts knowledge, is also very wary of his disciples except for his daughter.
The martial arts in the Nine Yin Manual have no intention of being passed on to other disciples.
"The relationship between you brothers and sisters is so good!"
Huang Rong was really envious. She had not had any brothers or sisters since she was a child. Since her mother passed away, her relationship with her father had been stumbling, and they would always quarrel.
If she could have such a protective brother at home, there would be no need for her to run away from home in anger because of a quarrel with her father!
Song Qian smiled proudly, and then hugged the portraits drawn by Huang Rong in her arms very wisely, "I will arrange for the people below to start taking action. If you are lucky, maybe you can find Xiao Ronger in the next two days. The person you’re looking for!”
Using people's money to eliminate disasters for others, although this martial arts was given to her by her brother, Song Qian had a very good impression of Huang Rong, and she didn't mind finding a few people for her.
Watching Song Qian leave, only Song Xuan and Huang Rong were left in the room.
Seeing Song Xuan's tall and handsome figure, Huang Nuxia's heartbeat suddenly accelerated for no reason.
"If Miss Huang is tired, you can go to the west wing and stay for one night."
Song Xuan sat at his desk, picked up his brush and continued writing his work diary. Cases such as rebellion must be reported to the imperial capital.
"Ah...oh, um, I'm not sleepy. I've been lying on your bed for half the night..."
As she spoke, her face turned slightly red and she put her hands behind her back to make herself look as natural as possible.
"Well, I don't have anything to do. How about I help you grind ink?"
Song Xuan replied casually, "That's fine!"
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