Hearing Dong Yuan say that he only learned martial arts in his childhood and was not proficient in it, Qian Jiang had a faint smile on his face. He saw him pick up the hundred-year-old daughter Hong Fang on the table and drink it in one gulp.

All, but no more words.

"It is said that Qianjiang's cultivation is unfathomable. He is on par with the heads of the six major sects of the Taoist sect, and his strength is even more than that of Granny Long. Could it be that he has seen something?"

Qianjiang's smiling and silent expression really made Dongyuan feel a little uneasy. His worried thoughts passed away in a flash. Dongyuan looked like he was drinking and tasting food as usual, and every move he made was as elegant and decent as a Confucian scholar, which was eye-catching.

What’s going on in his mind:

"I should be thinking too much. Even if Qianjiang sees that my cultivation is extraordinary and not as mediocre as I show, so what? Even if he has great abilities, he is not a god in the sky. He can

See what I'm planning behind my back."

I was thinking secretly in my heart, these days, Mr. Dongyuan, who has always been confident and arrogant, and has no plans left, has completely failed in Quan Anwu's plan. Although it did not cause any substantial harm to him, it was just

All the hard work he put in was in vain, but the key to the ancient city that slipped through his fingers was the key to Dongyuan digging out the ground and breaking away from the shackles of others.

The loss of the key to the ancient city has made Dongyuan a little nervous recently, and his thoughts have become tense, so that when faced with Qianjiang's questions and speculations, he has been thinking wildly and making assumptions.

Dongyuan naturally knew where the root knot was. He saw many thoughts flashing through his mind, but he kept his expression as normal. He was chatting with Hong Qing and had a pleasant chat with Qian Jiang.

The wine and food prepared by Hong Qing are of the highest quality. If you want to compete with them, the only way is the royal palace cuisine. The reason why Qianjiang and his two men were able to lead troops to Baiyue County was not because of Hong Qing, a little

He is just a county guard, even the master of Baiyue County, Qianjiang is not in the eyes of King Zhennan who holds 300,000 black scale troops.

Hong Qing is cunning and self-aware, and understands his status, so he may not be able to get into Qianjiang's eyes, but fortunately he is now in the territory of Baiyue County, and Qian Yuan is recuperating in the county governor's mansion, and all major and minor matters are avoided.

Don't open him to Hongqing.

Hong Qing knew this very well, so he prepared the best wine and food, and with some well-timed flattery, it was enough to win Qianjiang's attention.

There was endless laughter and laughter at the dinner table, which seemed very peaceful on the surface. Under Hong Qing's constant flattery, he and Qian Jiang seemed like old friends they hadn't seen for many years, chatting constantly.

"Well, speaking of this assassination, it's all thanks to Brother Xiao..."

I saw Qian Fengyu struggling to hold the dishes with his left hand, letting out a sigh of relief. However, after these days of continuous practice, he is no longer as unfamiliar as before.

Hearing Qian Fengyu mention Xiao Yueming involuntarily, Qianjiang was also a little curious about this young man with strong martial arts skills:

"Oh? Feng Yu, you once mentioned this person emphatically in your letter. What's so special about him?"

In some of Qian Feng Yu's letters to Qian Jiang, Chong Mo described Xiao Yueming's achievements, but due to space limitations, he did not write them in detail.

Slowly putting down the snow-white delicate ivory chopsticks in his hand, Qian Fengyu couldn't help but sigh, and then said in a sensible tone:

"Brother Liu and I got acquainted with Brother Xiao during the White Moon Meeting. Brother Xiao painted a first-class painting with flowing ink, Qingyuan Picture, which contained unimaginable terrifying sword intent. It was a blockbuster.

"

"Brother Liu and I

They all also have a love for talent. After all, those who can create such paintings must have a state of mind that is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

Speaking of this, Hu Er's blue eyes flashed with a hint of light:

"He can draw first-class paintings and he is so young. How can those old men in the painting pavilion let him go so easily?"

Qian Feng Yu also gave a wry smile and continued:

"Of course, it's like this. The old painters in the Painting Pavilion are like seeing priceless treasures. They don't want to let Brother Xiao leave. However, Brother Xiao acts as he pleases and has his own private matters.

We have to figure out how those painters could keep him."

"Now the painting of Qingyuan with flowing ink is hanging on the top floor of Baiyue Tower, and will be available for students who are able to climb the tower to observe."

"Brother Liu also took a fancy to Brother Xiao's talent. He tried to persuade him many times but failed to keep him."

At this point, General Qian Feng Yu told Qian Jiang everything that happened in the battle on the passenger ship:

"We were able to escape from the killer's carefully laid trap, thanks to Brother Xiao's generous help. Only then did I realize that Brother Xiao's martial arts skills are so strong at such a young age. It's really terrifying."

After listening to what Qian Feng Yu said, Qian Jiang became more and more curious about the Brother Xiao mentioned by his son:

"There are four people committing the assassination at the moment, a first-rate master and three second-rate masters. Mr. Xian can only stop one person, but this Xiao Yueming at least has the cultivation of an ordinary second-rate master."

"An ordinary second-rate master in his weak years can produce first-rate paintings that have been passed down for generations. Feng Yu, your brother Xiao, I'm afraid his origins are not simple."

When Qianjiang talked about his life experience, Qian Fengyu continued:

"By the way, speaking of which, Brother Xiao has quite a connection with Brother Six."

"Brother Xiao's sword, the Qingyuan Sword, is the weapon of the sixth brother's biological mother, the senior Qingyuan Sword Girl."

It is no longer a secret that Xiao Yueming is carrying the Qingyuan Sword. When they were on the passenger ship, Granny Long saw it through at a glance and made it clear that among everyone present, except Qianjiang and Huer, everyone else also knew about it.

However, he never revealed a word about Xiao Yueming's identity as the late deputy leader of the Central Plains Alliance, Xiao Li. After all, it was related to Xiao Yueming's identity. Without his permission, Qian Fengyu would never tell anyone about it in front of outsiders.

As soon as the three words "Qing Yuan Jian" came out, Qian Jiang's expression was startled, and his face also had some unpredictable changes:

"Qing...Qingyuan Sword? Is it the famous Qingyuan Ancient Sword in the weapon catalog?"

"Yes, it is the Qingyuan Sword."

Hearing this name that no one had mentioned for more than ten years, Qianjiang thought he had forgotten it, but unexpectedly he was still upset:

"Qingyuan Sword... This is my sister-in-law's sword. If you can get her weapon, it must be you."

"Mu Yin, are you okay? I didn't expect Xiao Yueming to be your disciple..."

Qian Jiang frowned slightly. After a while, he shook his head and asked Qian Fengyu:

"Feng Yu, can you invite Xiao Yueming?"

"Dad, Brother Xiao left a few days ago, saying he went to Taoran City."

Hearing that Xiao Yueming had left, Qianjiang couldn't help but feel a little disappointed and thought to himself:

"Mu Yin, where have you been all these years? The Qianlong Dynasty is thousands of miles away. I have been living on the border for many years and cannot escape easily. I have been sending people to find information about you, but to no avail. Now I have no idea.

I met your disciple by chance, maybe the fate between you and me has not been broken."

The banquet lasted until noon. Qian Jiang and Hu'er were well aware of the hardships on the border. Although they were in high positions and were the absolute controllers of the Black Scale Army, they were also particular about their food. However, conditions on the border were limited after all.

Can the dishes prepared by Hong Qing be delicious and exquisite?

Being able to sit in a quiet courtyard and be accompanied by fine wine and delicious food is already considered a kind of enjoyment for those who serve in the military for many years.

After the banquet, Hong Qing did not stay in Qianjiang to discuss important matters. From the deliberate testing just before the banquet, Hong Qing already knew that he would not be able to participate in the struggle for the throne and the great changes in the world. A small man.

The position of a small third-grade county governor actually seems a bit insignificant.

In a secluded guest room, Qian Jiang had taken off his thick black scale armor and saw him wearing a simple gray robe, sitting in front of a round tea table, slowly sipping valuable tea.

"Ding-deng-deng~"

There was a knock on the door, and Qianjiang's hand holding the tea paused.

"Dad, it's me."

Qian Fengyu's voice came from outside the door.

"Come in."

"Crunch~"

Qian Fengyu opened the door of the guest room, and after entering the room, he closed the door tightly again.

"Dad, what do you want from me?"

Qian Fengyu sat across from Qianjiang.

Qianjiang's eyes were full of concern as he looked at his son's severed arm wrapped in white cloth. After a moment of concentration, he asked in a concerned tone:

"Is the injury to your arm serious?"

Qian Fengyu smiled cheerfully and saw him shaking his severed arm:

"It's just a broken hand. Fortunately, I didn't lose my life. What my right hand can do, my left hand can still do."

"Dad, don't worry, martial arts training is no problem!"

As he spoke, Qian Fengyu made a few chopping moves with his left hand. The knife in his hand cut through the air, making a series of piercing sounds.

Suffering a setback is not terrible. What is terrible is that you have been hit hard, but you are unable to extricate yourself. This is a fatal blow to a warrior. The wounds on the body can heal slowly as time goes by. Once a shadow is left in the heart,

, it is possible to ruin the future of a warrior. Not only will his cultivation stagnate and be affected by his unstable state of mind, but if he fails to get rid of his inner demons and instead practices forcefully, in severe cases, his cultivation will even decline, plummet, and finally become obsessed.

He was unconscious and exploded to death.

Seeing that his son was still so proud and full of fighting spirit, Qianjiang breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but laugh:

"Well, you are indeed my Qianjiang's son!"

"It doesn't matter if my hand is broken. If you hold a gun in your left hand, you are still a hero!"

Qian Feng Yu also nodded deeply and saw that he was holding his left hand tightly. There was a terrifying anger in his eyes:
Chapter completed!