Jun Youyun

Chapter 219
"Jiangnan is the most beautiful in spring, Miss Nangong, you came at the right time." On the golden pool in Xuanwei City, Tsing Yi Lang gently waved a paper fan, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him, and said leisurely.

Naturally, Nangong Xi'er was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River: "Qiantang City, ten miles away, is much more beautiful than Xuanwei City."

"It's a pity. Our Mr. Su Baiyi didn't get to see the beautiful scenery of Shili Langdang." Tsing Yilang turned his head and looked at the pavilion next to him.Above the pavilion, there was a singer playing the pipa, her voice was melodious and gentle, the man in Tsing Yi closed his eyes, bathed in the spring breeze blowing in front of him, and looked happy.

Nangong Xi'er ignored him, but walked forward slowly. A butterfly landed on her shoulder. She glanced at it and saw two words written on the butterfly's wings: Qing Ge.

"Qingge? What is Qingge?" Nangong Xi'er asked.

Tsing Yi Lang opened his eyes, flicked his sleeves lightly, and stretched his finger towards the pavilion on the bank: "This is Qing Ge."

Nangong Xi'er turned her head, then nodded her feet and flew directly towards Qingge Tower. Tsing Yi Lang smiled and shook her head slightly, and immediately followed.

The Qing Ge Building is full of guests as usual, the guests are walking through the building holding their wine glasses, and the singing girls holding the pipa are singing gracefully. Tsing Yi Lang was walking, looking left and right, feeling very happy, but Nangong Xi'er turned a blind eye to all the bustle, just looked at the white butterfly that suddenly appeared in the building, followed it closely, and came to the last place. A corner room.Nangong Xi'er opened the door and walked in, only to see a female musician playing the pipa sitting in the room, and an ordinary young man standing beside her.

The female musician must be quite old. Although her face is covered with a white gauze, the traces of time can be seen only from her eyes and the frown on her forehead.

And that young man looks ordinary, not outstanding, not ugly, he belongs to the type that can be forgotten after just one glance, but even if you look at it carefully for a long time, once you move your eyes away, you will still remember him in the next second. Forget his countenance.

Tsing Yi Lang said with a smile: "So this is the famous Die Feng in the academy."

The young man said with a smile: "The name of Tsing Yi Lang is the real name."

"There are tens of thousands of disguise techniques in the world, and this is the most powerful I have ever seen." Tsing Yi Lang said with emotion, "If I can do the same, then those girls in the building will soon forget me too ?”

The young man shook his head and said, "If you can't remember, how can you forget?"

The female musician put down her pipa and stood up, asking in surprise, "Who are you?"

Tsing Yi Lang smiled and said, "I'm Tsing Yi Lang from the Jiangnan Xie family, and I've met my sister."

The female musician frowned and said, "I'm probably older than your mother, how can you call me elder sister?"

Tsing Yi Lang raised his eyebrows: "Then sister's face, it's good to keep it daringly."

Nangong Xi'er shouted in a low voice: "Now is not the time to talk about these things."

"It's really not." Disciple Diefeng took out a scroll from his arms, and flicked it violently, revealing a scroll of Su Baiyi, "My aunt, have you ever seen the man in the painting?"

The female musician took a look, was taken aback for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Sure enough, you have other purposes for coming here again."

Nangong Xi'er heard the deep meaning in the words, and said happily, "Have you seen it?"

The female musician immediately shook her head: "No, I haven't seen it."

"No, you've seen it before." The answer came from the window.

"Who!" Nangong Xi'er swung her sword, and the window was smashed to pieces in an instant.An old man sat on the flagpole of the opposite restaurant, glanced into the room indifferently, and then took a sip of wine.

"This matter has nothing to do with her. If you dare to touch her hair, I will kill your whole family." The old man put down the wine pot, "I mean it."

"Senior, your tone is quite serious." Tsing Yi Lang walked up to Nangong Xi'er, waved his long sleeves, showing flair, "I'd like to try." After speaking, Tsing Yi Lang tapped his toes, from Jumping out of the window, a cold light flashed around his waist, and the long sword had already been shot.

Among the four great aristocratic families in the south of the Yangtze River today, the strongest is definitely not the Xie family, but in terms of swordsmanship, no one dares to claim to be above the young master of the Xie family, Tsing Yilang.The son is a young man in Tsing Yi, who comes and goes to Xingyuanfang from the south of the Yangtze River.The spring breeze was blowing, and as soon as the long sword came out, it was matched with the flying green clothes.When it is, the real Merry.

But the next moment, the long sword in Tsing Yi Lang's hand came out, and went straight to Nangong Xi'er. Nangong Xi'er swung the sword and hit the sword against the wall. She cursed angrily, "What are you doing?" As soon as the words fell, Tsing Yi Lang fell heavily beside him.

The old man shook his sleeves slightly, and snorted coldly.

Tsing Yi Lang lay on the ground, looked up at the roof, and murmured: "I didn't see him make a move."

"Who are you!" Nangong Xi'er realized the horror of the old man in front of her, raised the Beloved Sword in her hand, and looked at him vigilantly.

"Want to find Su Baiyi?" the old man asked.

Nangong Xi'er narrowed her eyes: "Is he in your hands?"

"The kid lying on the ground?" The old man said loudly, "Have you tried it yet?"

Tsing Yi Lang reluctantly sat up, shook his head and said: "Senior, with such martial arts, you shouldn't be an unknown person, could it be that you are - Priest Xue?"

"Priest Xue, is he worthy?" The old man nodded his foot, stepped into the building, looked at the woman, "leave here, don't come back."

The female musician looked at him: "I'm not leaving here because I want to wait until you come back."

"Only home can use Hui characters, and this is not my home." The old man turned around, "Leave here. Don't worry, no one will dare to do anything to you."

"Is it because she killed that person's whole family?" Tsing Yi Lang asked with a wry smile.

"You can really try." The old man said in a deep voice.

"Hand over Su Baiyi!" Nangong Xi'er stabbed at the old man with a sword. The old man turned his head, looked at the Beloved Sword, slightly surprised, and praised: "Your sword is quite interesting." The old man jumped out with one step, stepped lightly on the long sword, then turned over and jumped out of the window.Nangong Xi'er hurriedly chased after him, but when she landed on the long street, she found that the old man was no longer there.

In the alley next to it, the old man put on a bamboo hat, and walked out holding Su Baiyi, who was full of qi, the old man cursed in a low voice: "Sure enough, this kid is playing tricks." The old man held Su Baiyi at Nangong Xi Nangong Xi'er was looking around when she walked towards her. She was overjoyed at first when she saw the boy in white, but then she realized it wasn't Su Baiyi, and she sighed in disappointment.

But when the old man and Su Baiyi walked past Nangong Xi'er, Nangong Xi'er suddenly felt her heart light up, she turned around and shouted, "Su Baiyi!"

(End of this chapter)