After returning to his room, Huang Laoxie sat cross-legged on the bed and immediately began to exercise and adjust his breathing.
After a while, he opened his eyes and took a breath, and his expression calmed down.
He shook his arms, which were still a little numb at the moment and were trembling slightly due to the loss of strength.
"What a monster!"
In the battle just now, neither side had any murderous intentions, so they held back somewhat. It was a draw, and I was slightly at a disadvantage.
He only used 80% of his strength, but he estimated that the boy only used 70% of his strength at most. That look of ease couldn't be faked.
Huang Yaoshi knew in his heart that if he really fought to the death, he would definitely die.
He really couldn't understand that given the other person's age, it was hard to imagine that he could be so strong even if he practiced hard without eating, drinking or sleeping.
Who would believe a top grandmaster in his early twenties?
At this moment, he suddenly understood why this boy looked down on his daughter.
Rong'er's qualifications are actually very good, but he lacked motivation to practice martial arts in the past few years, and he was reluctant to let him endure hardships, so he is still only in the acquired realm, and it is estimated that he will still be in the innate realm in two or three years.
And with Song Xuan's abnormal cultivation progress, he might be able to fight the Grand Master head-on in two or three years.
The Grand Master is already at the top of the world. With the power and strength of Mr. Song, what kind of woman cannot be found in this world?
He wouldn't be surprised if one day he went to Tangzhou and took the owner of Cihang Jingzhai, the holy land of martial arts, into his house as a concubine.
But it's unlikely.
Calculating the age, Fan Qinghui, the master of Cihang Jingzhai Zhai, should be in his forties. Although his charm is still the same and his appearance is still the same, he is getting older after all.
Given how picky Mr. Song is, I'm afraid he won't even look down on him.
Thinking of his age, Huang Laoxie laughed again.
Rong'er's cultivation is a bit inferior, but after all, youth is the better thing. Sometimes, who can be sure about the relationship between young people?
.....
In the evening, Huang Laoxie hosted a banquet in honor of the Song Xuan brothers and sisters.
At the banquet, his original evil temperament was not visible at all, and he could chat with Song Xuan about all kinds of things.
Huang Laoxie has learned a lot of things. He is not only a master of martial arts, but also a master of both civil and military arts. He is also proficient in astronomy and geography, the Five Elements and Bagua, economic strategy, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
As a later time traveler, Song Xuan may not be proficient in these things, but he knows a little bit about most of them. At least, he can keep up with Huang Laoxie's brain circuit.
When Huang Yaoshi doesn't like you, he will still dislike you even if he has been with you for decades.
Just like Guo Jing, even after living in Peach Blossom Island for more than ten years, Huang Laoxie still dislikes everything about him and doesn't give him a good look.
But if he approves of you, it will actually be very easy to get along with him.
After a banquet, the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves, and Huang Yaoshi even said that if any of the disciples he expelled committed adultery, Song Xuan would deal with them at will, and he would have no objection.
If Xuan Yiwei is in trouble and can't help, you can come to Peach Blossom Island and ask him for help, even with small matters.
Song Xuan was very satisfied with this.
Sometimes, if you think someone has a bad temper and is difficult to get along with, it may be because he doesn't take you seriously at all.
In this case, just have a fight.
Early the next morning, the brother and sister Song Xuan said goodbye and left.
Huang Rong looked at the figure disappearing on the sea on the bamboo raft, feeling a little lost.
"Dad, didn't you swear not to leave the island? If Xuanyiwei really comes to ask you for help, will you help or not?"
"Help!"
Huang Yaoshi smiled gently and said: "I am only a daughter like you, so what if I break my oath for you?"
Huang Rong rolled her eyes at him, "What does it have to do with me!"
Huang Laoxie smiled and said nothing.
Parents have far-reaching plans for their children.
How could a father not know his daughter's thoughts? If he, a father, could make that boy Song Xuan owe him a few more favors, Ronger might not have no chance.
If such a good young man really becomes his son-in-law, talking about everything in this Peach Blossom Island will be one of the joys of life!
...
Sitting on the bamboo raft, Song Qian got a fishing rod from somewhere and was fishing.
"Brother, Huang Laoxie is such a handsome guy. When we were drinking last night, he praised your appearance more than once."
Song Xuan nodded, "Well, in this regard, this old man is a bit superficial."
"ha!"
Song Qian suddenly made a sound, flicked the fishhook, and a fish was caught.
She happily took out the dagger and started cleaning it, preparing to cook grilled fish.
"Brother, I haven't seen you for more than a year. Xiao Huang Rong feels more hydrated. The look in your eyes makes her feel like she's almost dripping with water!"
Song Xuan was lying on the bamboo raft, yawning and looking at the blue sky.
"Do you think she has the temperament to be a small person?"
Song Qian thought for a moment and shook her head, "This little girl has a stubborn temper. I believe she can spend her whole life with you, but being a concubine is a bit unrealistic."
Song Xuan lazily basked in the sun and said nonchalantly: "I'm just a teenage girl. She doesn't know anything about love. She just likes my skin.
Falling in love is too troublesome, let’s talk about the rest later.
Now for me, women are like floating clouds to me, and I am too lazy to guess their thoughts! "
Song Qian smiled and said, "Then you lie down first. I'll call you when the fish is cooked."
...
The person was on the bamboo, the bamboo was in the water, lazily basking in the sun, and Song Xuan fell asleep in a daze.
He even had a dream.
In the dream, he was lying on the clouds, and his fiancée Yao Yue was lying in his arms. The two of them were talking about love, and Song Xuan's big hands kept wandering around her body.
Just when the clothes on the two of them were getting less and less, and they were about to take the last step, Yao Yue in the dream suddenly turned over and pressed him under her. A dagger with a cold feeling was pressed against his chest. .
Yao Yue's face began to look ferocious, and even began to drip blood, as if a long-dead body crawled out of hell.
"Husband, you said you wanted to marry me! Why did you lie to me!"
"Why lie to me!"
A shrill roar sounded, and then Song Xuan felt a chill in his crotch...
"Huh~~"
On the bamboo raft, Song Xuan opened his eyes and gasped for air.
He hadn't had a dream for a long time, and he didn't expect that such a good person would have such a terrible dream.
"Brother, are you having a nightmare?"
At the other end of the bamboo raft, Song Qian had set up a barbecue grill at some point and was grilling fish. When she saw something wrong with her brother's face, she immediately asked with concern.
Song Xuan subconsciously touched his crotch first, then raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat under Song Qian's strange eyes, and then let out a long breath.
"I dreamed that I became a eunuch, and I woke up with a fright!"
