"Jiangnan is the most beautiful in spring. Miss Nangong, you came at the right time." On the golden pool in Xuanweicheng, the man in Qingyi waved his paper fan gently, 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 in the south of the Yangtze River: "Qiantang City, Shili Langjuan, is much more beautiful than Xuanwei City."
"It's a pity that our Mr. Su Baiyi didn't get to see the beautiful scenery of Shili Langyan." The man in Qingyi turned his head and looked at the pavilion next to him. On top of the pavilion, a singer was playing the pipa. Her singing voice was melodious and gentle. Qingyi
Lang closed his eyes, bathing in the spring breeze blowing in front of him, looking happy.
Nangong Xi'er ignored him and just walked forward slowly. A butterfly landed on her shoulder. She glanced at it and saw only two words written on the wings of the butterfly: Qing Ge.
"Qing Ge? What is Qing Ge?" Nangong Xi'er asked.
The man in green clothes opened his eyes, waved his sleeves slightly, and stretched out his finger towards the pavilion on the shore: "This is Qingge."
Nangong Xi'er turned her head, then nodded and flew directly towards the Qingge Tower. The man in Qingyi smiled and shook his head slightly, and immediately followed.
The Qingge Pavilion was as crowded as usual. Guests were walking around the building holding wine glasses, and the singers were singing songs with pipa in their arms. Above the Yage, there was also a well-known luthier from Xuanweicheng playing soft music behind the gauze curtain.
The man in green clothes walked among them, looking left and right, feeling very happy, but Nangong Xi'er turned a blind eye to all this prosperity, only looking at the white butterfly that suddenly appeared between the buildings, following it closely, swaying left and right, and then came to the end.
A room in the corner. Nangong Xi'er opened the door and walked in. There was a female musician playing the pipa sitting in the room, and a young man with an average appearance standing next to her.
The female musician must be quite old. Although her face is covered with white gauze, the traces of time can be seen just from her eyes and the frown on her forehead.
The young man has an ordinary appearance, neither outstanding nor ugly. He is the type that can be forgotten after just one glance. But even if you look at it carefully for a long time and look away, you will still remember him the next second.
Forget his face.
Lang Qingyi smiled and said: "So this is the famous Die Feng in the academy."
The young man smiled and said: "The name Qingyilang is the real famous name."
"There are thousands of disguise techniques in the world, but this is the most powerful one I have ever seen." Qingyi Lang said with emotion, "If I can do the same, then those girls in the building will soon forget me.
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The young man shook his head and said: "If you don't remember it, how can you forget it?"
The female musician put down her pipa and stood up, asking in surprise: "Who are you?"
The man in Qingyi smiled and said: "I am the man in Qingyi of the Xie family in Jiangnan. I have met my sister."
The female musician frowned and said, "I'm probably older than your mother, so how can you call me sister?"
The man in green raised his eyebrows: "Well, sister, it's good to keep her appearance so charming."
Nangong Xi'er shouted: "Now is not the time to talk about this."
"Indeed not." Disciple Die Feng took out a scroll from his arms and flicked it, revealing a scroll of Su Baiyi, "Has this aunt ever seen the man in the painting?"
The female musician took a look, was stunned 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 have seen it." The reply came from the window.
"Who!" Nangong Xi'er drew her sword and swung it, and the window was instantly smashed to pieces. An old man sat on the flagpole of the restaurant opposite, 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 bottle, "I am serious."
"Senior, your tone is quite impressive." The man in Qingyi walked up to Nangong Xi'er and waved his long sleeves in a show of style, "I'd like to give it a try." After saying that, the man in Qingyi pointed his toes and started to move.
He jumped out of the window, a cold light appeared on his waist, and the long sword was already out.
Among the four major aristocratic families in the south of the Yangtze River today, the Xie family is definitely not the strongest, but when it comes to swordsmanship, no one dares to claim to be above the young master Qingyi Lang of the Xie family.
.The spring breeze blows on the face, and when the long sword comes out, paired with the flying green clothes, it is truly romantic.
But the next moment, the long sword in Qing Yilang's hand came out and went straight towards 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 he finished speaking, the man in Qingyi fell heavily beside him.
The old man shook his sleeves slightly and snorted disdainfully.
The man in green clothes lay on the ground, looked up at the roof, and murmured: "I didn't see him take action clearly."
"Who are you!" Nangong Xi'er realized how scary the old man in front of her was, raised the sword of the good man in her hand, and looked at him warily.
"Want to find Su Baiyi?" the old man asked.
Nangong Xi'er narrowed her eyes: "Is he in your hands?"
"That kid lying on the ground?" the old man said loudly, "Would you like to try again?"
The man in Qingyi reluctantly sat up, shook his head and said: "Senior, with such martial arts skills, he should not be an unknown person. Could it be that you are - Priest Xue?"
"Priest Xue, is he worthy?" The old man nodded and stepped into the building. He looked at the woman and said, "Leave here and don't come back again."
The female musician looked at him: "I won't leave here because I want to wait until you come back."
"The word "hui" can only be used for home, and this is not my home." The old man turned around and said, "Leave here. Don't worry, no one will dare to make things difficult for you."
"Is it difficult for her to kill that man's whole family?" Qingyi Lang said with a bitter smile.
"You can really try." The old man said solemnly.
"Hand over Su Baiyi!" Nangong Xi'er stabbed the old man with a sword. The old man turned his head and looked at the sword of his beloved. He was slightly surprised and praised: "This sword of yours is quite interesting."
The old man jumped out in one step, stepped lightly on the sword, then turned over and jumped out of the window. Nangong Xi'er hurriedly chased after him, but when he landed on the long street, he 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 with Su Baiyi, who was full of vitality. The old man cursed in a low voice: "Sure enough, this kid is up to something." The old man held Su Baiyi and pointed at Nangong Xi.
Nangong Xi'er was looking around when she saw the boy in white. She was happy at first, but then she realized it was not Su Baiyi and sighed in disappointment.
But when the old man and Su Baiyi walked past Nangong Xi'er, Nangong Xi'er felt her heart light up, turned around and shouted: "Su Baiyi!"