Song Xuan casually flicked his sleeves and robes, causing snowflakes to fly, covering up the sword skills on the ground. Then he nodded with a faint smile.
"Practice!"
"Did you give him this swordsmanship?" Ning Zhong looked a little ugly.
"I gave it to you!"
Song Xuan had no intention of denying it and admitted it frankly.
Ning Zhong's expression was gloomy and uncertain, "Song Shaoxia has a grudge against my husband?"
"No grudges!" Song Xuan said with a smile: "Why, madam, are you blaming me for making your husband no longer a man?"
Ning Zhong remained silent.
Since her husband returned to Huashan, he had told him about Zuo Lengchan's assassination outside Yangzhou City, and also talked about Song Xuan's terror.
She knew that the person in front of her was definitely a terrifying existence that Huashan could not afford to offend. Even if she had resentment in her heart, she could never let it out.
"I gave you the sword manual, but whether you want to practice or not is your husband's choice."
Song Xuan stared at her and said calmly: "As for why your husband took this step, as her wife, you should know it very well, right?"
Ning Zhong sighed with tears, "I knew he was suffering, but I didn't expect the situation to be so urgent.
He is such a proud man, but he has to make such a big sacrifice for his family and the sect, but I can't help him at all..."
Wiping her tears, she bowed and bowed to Song Xuan Yingying, "These days, his temperament has changed drastically. He is hot and cold towards me, irritable and irritable, but I don't understand him and I have quarreled with him several times.
Thank you very much, Mr. Song, for informing me of the details today. Otherwise, the friendship between our husband and wife for many years would have faded away in the quarrels.
His life is not easy. When he works under the Young Master in the future, I hope that the Young Master can take care of him and support him. I am here, thank you! "
Looking at Ning Zhongze's graceful figure, a sentence came to Song Xuan's mind inexplicably.
Madam, you don’t want your husband to suffer at my hands, right?
He coughed lightly and dispelled this inexplicable thought. Song Xuan nodded with a smile, "You don't need to worry about this...it's getting late, so I'll take my leave now!"
As he finished speaking, Song Xuan glanced in a certain direction from the corner of his eye, and then his figure turned into an afterimage and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Ning Zhongze's eyes were full of surprise.
What my husband said was right, this man's martial arts skills were truly superb, and his body technique alone was like a ghost.
Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, she turned around and found her husband looking at him with a complicated expression at the exit of the garden.
"Yue Lang!"
The tears that had been wiped away welled up again, and Ning Zhong flew into his arms, "Husband, you have been wronged!"
Yue Buqun's face was a little stiff, and then he smiled faintly: "For you, for Lingshan, and for the entire Huashan, this is no grievance.
It's a shame, madam, that you will be a widow with me from now on! "
Ning Zhong hammered him on the chest, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm already this old, so I don't care about male love and female love. As long as our family is safe, I'll be satisfied."
You, on the other hand, have suffered so much injustice, why don't you tell me. I still don’t understand you. I’ve quarreled with you several times. I must have hurt your heart, right? "
There was light in Yue Buqun's eyes, and he said softly: "With Madam's words, my death is worth it, let alone that mere three-inch thing."
"Ugh, when you were at your saddest and most painful time, I still didn't understand you and I was still angry with you. I'm not a good wife!"
"Whatever you said, madam, in my husband's heart, Ning Nuxia is the best wife in the world!"
In a shadowed corner, Song Xuan watched this scene quietly.
I have to say, Lao Yue can do it.
When Ning Zhongze was young, she was a well-known beauty in the world, with countless suitors. Lao Yue was able to stand out from the crowd of suitors and win the beauty, which was indeed because he had two skills.
Sure enough, if we are three people walking together, we must have my teacher, I have learned from it!
...
On the back mountain of Huashan Mountain, I thought about crossing the cliff.
Song Xuan was like a wisp of breeze, swaying up the cliff. After a while, he came to the entrance of a cliff cave.
"I've brought you some wine. Would you like to come out and have a drink, senior?"
As soon as he finished speaking, an old man with a white beard and a green robe walked out of the cave, with a depressed look and a face like gold paper.
"I have lived in seclusion here for decades, and no one in Huashan knows about it. How did you know that I am here?"
Song Xuan laughed and said: "As big as the world is, there are always some things that are difficult to understand. Although Senior Feng lives here in seclusion, it is not necessarily that no news can spread."
Feng Qingyang smiled noncommittally, "That's true. There are many strange people and strange things in the world, such as Datong and Dazhi. Their abilities are difficult for ordinary people to understand."
Song Xuan threw the jar of wine in his hand, and Feng Qingyang was not polite. He took the jar and opened the seal, then drank happily.
"Yesterday, the young hero was discussing swordsmanship at the foot of the mountain. The old man happened to see it. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and a new generation replaces the old. Compared with you, I am indeed old and useless."
After drinking some fine wine, Feng Qingyang looked at Song Xuan with admiration.
The young man in front of him had a restrained aura and no hint of depth. If he hadn't happened to see his earth-shattering kendo strength yesterday, he would have thought he was Yue Buqun's new Huashan disciple.
"Young hero came all this way to find the old man. He probably didn't just want to bring me a drink, right?"
Feng Qingyang said with a carefree smile: "Let's agree first, let's forget about sword fighting or anything like that. I can't even beat Yan Nantian, let alone you."
Song Xuan shook his head, "I'm not here to compete with senior, but I'm here to ask for something from senior."
"what?"
"Dugu Nine Swords!"
Feng Qingyang was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously took a few steps back and said warily: "I haven't used this sword technique a few times in the world since I got it. How did you know about it?"
Song Xuan smiled brightly, "Of course I have my own news channel."
Feng Qingyang frowned and asked: "With the swordsmanship of the young hero, the Dugu Nine Swords is just a swordsmanship for you, and it is useless for improving your strength... Could it be that the young hero and the Dugu Nine Swords have something to do with each other?" What’s the origin?”
"There is some connection!"
Song Xuan pondered for a moment, "Wait a minute, I'll think about how to make it up."
Under Feng Qingyang's curious eyes, Song Xuan slowly spoke.
"Senior Dugu is an elder from a certain branch of the lower sect. I recently took over as the leader and only discovered this when I was looking through the sect's books.
Before Senior Dugu died, he left his swordsmanship inheritance in a certain tomb. The junior, not wanting the elder's inheritance to be lost outside, made a special trip there to take the inheritance back to the sect.
But unfortunately, I arrived late, and the swordsmanship in the tomb had already been discovered first. "
As he said that, he looked at Feng Qingyang with a smile, "If there is no accident, the Dugu Nine Swords were obtained by Senior Feng. Are you right?"
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