Shi Qingxuan looked at the surrounding scenery and praised: "Master said that the Song clan master developed salt wells in Lingnan and made the people of Lingnan live a prosperous life and immeasurable merits. When I saw this today, it was true. I was really kind-hearted and courageous."

Song Zhi said: "Master Shi praised it, but he was just doing some small things for the local people. If the local people don't live well, we will not have a good life."

"Brother Song's words are honest. It's a pity that today's major clans and forces know that only the people can live well can they live well, and there are very few people who have the ability to comfort the people."

Song Yuzhi held Shi Qingxuan's arm and said, "I heard that my sister's Xiao Yi is unparalleled in the world. This time I must see it. When will my sister become a disciple of Sect Master Lin?"

Shi Qingxuan said: "At the birthday party of Tong Lao, Qingxuan went to perform his skills, and then he was attracted by someone, and later he became his apprentice."

Compared to the simple Song Yuzhi, Song Zhi knew more about major events in the world and asked in a low voice: "Sect Master Lin took Shi as his disciples, and that evil king..."

"We fight, both sides are hurt, otherwise I would have come long ago."

Song Zhi was shocked. How powerful Shi Zhixuan is, how difficult it is to hurt Shi Zhixuan. Lin Xuan and Shi Zhixuan both suffered losses, which made Shi Zhixuan not say a word to his disciple Shi Qingxuan. How terrible should be.

What's even worse is that Lin Xuan wants to discuss swords with Song Que.

The competition is inevitable to be injured. Lin Xuan and Song Que are both masters of swordsmanship and are good at attacking. One of them can't stop, and the consequences are unpredictable.

Lin Xuan died, Lian Xingfu came to the door, and the Song family was unable to deal with it. Song Que died, and the Song family could be disbanded directly.

He wanted to stop it, but he couldn't stop it.

Lin Xuan's name was written on the whetstone by Song Que. Even if Lin Xuan didn't come to find Song Que, Song Que would go to find Lin Xuan. The two of them would have a fight sooner or later.

Song Zhi stopped talking, he didn't know what he should say.

Behind the gate of the Song family is a curved corridor that crosses the pond and flowerbed. Walk along the corridor, turn left and right, look around, and the green shade is everywhere in the garden, and the scenery is different, with a unique artistic conception.

At the end of the curved corridor is a hexagonal stone pavilion, which is the center point of the pond, connected by a stone bridge to the corridor surrounding the courtyard.

The stone bridge points directly to another entrance, and it is hidden in it. The ancient trees are towering, dense and strong, and full of vitality.

Passing through the stone pavilion, crossing the bridge and climbing the corridor, passing through the second level of the courtyard, the eyes suddenly opened up, and at the end was a magnificent wooden building with five rooms.

A locust tree that is more than ten feet tall is towering in the center of the courtyard, covering the buildings and the courtyard like a umbrella. Under the sunlight, it is full of green shade, and is integrated with the main building, contrasting with each other into a jagged and majestic shape, forming a poetic picture.

Knife sharpening hall.

Song Zhi and the other two stopped. Shi Qingxuan picked up the jade flute and gently played a cheerful song. With the melodious sound of the song, Lin Xuan entered the knife sharpening hall.

Song Que stood on the back of the door in the heart of the hall, no weapons were seen on his body, his body was as straight as a javelin, he was wearing a long robe with a blue and hanging ground, and was as majestic as a mountain. His black hair was tied with a red scarf on his head. After he was carrying his hands, he had no sign of his facial features and had a arrogant and arrogant spirit.

On each side of the wall, there are more than a dozen treasure knives of different shapes hanging on each side. A huge rock with a shape like a stalagmites against the other end of the door is placed against the wall, dark and smooth, and tall, adding another indescribable meaning to the already unique atmosphere of the Knife Hall.

When Lin Xuan took the last step, the sound of the flute came to an abrupt end.

A soft and nice voice came: "You're late!"

Lin Xuan said: "There is no choice. In order to accept the apprentice, I had no choice but to fight with her father. My eldest apprentice caused a lot of trouble in Goguryeo and got hurt. I am a master and I am not at all lost. I am worried about it."

Song Que turned around and showed a handsome face like a god.

There is no flaw on the face, and under the thick and clear eyebrows, there is a pair of gem-like shiny eyes, and the broad forehead shows wisdom beyond ordinary people.

His temples were frosted, but he did not have the slightest aging attitude, but instead added him the noble temperament of a high-ranking scholar, the elegant demeanor of a scholar, and his uniform and beautiful body shape and Yuanting Yuezhi's posture, he did have the domineering style of a top master.

Song Que Song Que is really perfect.

The most handsome man Lin Xuan has ever seen is Shi Zhixuan, but now it is Song Que. Compared with Song Que, Shi Zhixuan is still half apart at this time.

"What is the purpose of Master Lin accepting disciples?"

"Interest, I don't want to let what I have learned be submerged in the torrent of history, and I don't want these outstanding women to withstand the destruction of fate. They should have had a better ending."

"I didn't expect that Sect Master Lin is still a person who loves flowers and cherishes flowers."

"At this age, I always prefer beautiful and intelligent younger generations."

Song Que changed the topic: "I wonder what Master Lin thinks of the world?"

Speaking of this, Song Que's quiet expression appeared a little melancholy, and just this expression was enough to make the heartbreak of thousands of girls.

Lin Xuan said: "I don't think much. I'm not interested in the general trend of the world. Old Song, I'm here to talk about swords. Why do you tell me about this? The Song family is very strong, but the population in Lingnan is too small. It's impossible to fight for the world by relying on geographical conditions. You, the next generation of the Song family, will not have any genius who can survive in the world."

Song Que said: "But that's true. We warriors still have to rely on weapons to speak."

Song Que reached out to the knife holder and grabbed it. With a "clang", one of the swords chanted like they came alive, and jumped out of the scabbard, which was no different from pulling it out for someone to hold the handle of the knife in his hand.

Grabbing from the air, the thick-backed sword fell into Song Que's straight left hand like a rope being pulled. At this moment, Song Que's people and the sword formed an inseparable and integrated whole.

A wall of iron like a copper wall, with invisible but solid sword energy, came towards Lin Xuan with Song Que as the center.

Lin Xuan drew his sword and said, "Good sword technique, my Butterfly Love Flower is already unable to withstand the hunger and thirst."

The body was free from wind, and I don’t know how many movements I did in an instant. Each movement was smooth and smooth. The body only moved forward two feet, but the blade body changed no less than a hundred times. Lin Xuan’s control of the body and true energy had long been meticulous.

When the heart moves, the body moves, the qi moves, the spirit moves, and the knife moves.

The moves are all changed in one thought!

Song Que took a step forward, and his huge momentum filled the entire sharpening hall in an instant. The bone-cold sword aura reached Lin Xuan like a teleportation.

God is the mind and mind, and mind is the body and mind. Every time a knife is used, the whole body will follow, and the spirit and mind will be united.
Chapter completed!