Qin Baishuang listened to Wang Yi say Qin Keqing's name, and slowly put down the teacup in her hand. Wang Yi watched Qin Baishuang's movements without saying anything.

Qin Baishuang raised her head and looked directly into Wang Yi's eyes. The two looked at each other for a long time, but they were speechless.

After a moment, Qin Baishuang shook her head, "No, I've never heard of this name, but it sounds like a girl's name."

Wang Yi looked at Qin Baishuang, expecting to see whether Qin Baishuang was lying, but unfortunately, there was no trace of panic in Qin Baishuang's clear eyes.

"He is a friend of mine. I originally thought he was a member of Mr. Qin's clan and might be acquainted with Mr. Qin."

Qin Baishuang thought about it and realized that it was not impossible. After all, among the people in the Ming Dynasty, they seemed to be the only ones who dared to use Qin as their surname. The descendants of the former Qin Dynasty did not have the courage to do so.

"It's a pity that I don't know the girl Qin Keqing that Brother Wang mentioned."

Wang Yi raised the tea cup, indicating that there was no need to apologize for such a trivial matter. Seeing Wang Yi's arrogance, Qin Baishuang stopped worrying about the matter, raised the tea cup in his hand, and drank together.

After chatting for a while, Wang Yi stood up and said goodbye. Qin Baishuang did not try to persuade him to stay. He knew him in the world and wanted to return to the world.

The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water.

After Wang Yi left, Qin Baishuang took his previous position, and the three people around him obviously heard Wang Yi's words. The three of them were different. One was carrying a long sword, saying nothing, sitting there motionless, and the other was a little bit different.

Rugged, broad-shouldered and round-waisted, wearing only a coat, with a full beard, and a butcher's knife at his waist, it seemed that this person was not a simple person. The last person looked a bit old, with a rich look on his face, and was just smiling.

He looked at his son and said nothing.

"Sir, what is Wang Yi's intention, and who is Qin Keqing?"

Qin Baishuang, who usually liked to hold a folding fan in his hand, put it on his waist for the first time. Even though he always thought he was smart, he couldn't figure out Wang Yi's intention.

"I don't know, but Mr. Wang probably wants to confirm something. It won't be harmful to us."

The three of them were also loyal servants who had followed Qin Baishuang to King Xin's treasure, so they knew their son's character very well, and they all knew that his son liked to make friends with knights in the world.

"Then this is Mr. Wang."

Qin Baishuang turned her head and glanced at Wang Yi's leaving figure. He looked a little lonely under the distant sunset.

"A good person to make friends with, but just an aura. He doesn't look like a young man who has just entered the world, but looks like an old man who has long been disappointed with the world."

The long sword on the back of the man carrying the sword buzzed. The man who had no interest in anything suddenly raised his head, looked at Wang Yi's leaving figure, and made a request to his young master.

"Sir, I want to compete with him in a sword show."

Qin Baishuang suddenly became interested and knew that he was a protector of the Tao. He would only be accompanied by the long sword behind him throughout his life. For anyone,

He is not interested in anything. He is able to protect himself because his family elders once unintentionally betrayed his master. He only agreed to be his protector in order to repay his kindness.

A person who only keeps company with swords is either a young man who has just emerged from the martial arts world and wants to practice swordsmanship because he envies Taibai Sword Immortal for killing all the bandits in Shu with one sword. In fact, he has never even learned a set of swordsmanship, or he is really

A swordsman with his own swordsmanship is expected to become the second Li Taibai.

The man with the sword on his back is the second type of person, a swordsman who is expected to become the second person in the art of swordsmanship.

"Why, this young man with the same surname as Brother Wang is also a swordsman."

The swordsman whose real name was Wang Twelve nodded slowly and expressed his feelings.

"He is not only a swordsman, but also has good swordsmanship. I want to compete with him."

The two people next to him were also shocked. Along the way, this swordsman with a martial arts background said nothing. He usually just held a long sword and wiped it gently, turning a deaf ear to the provocations of the two. However, after an excessive provocation, the two

After seeing Wang Twelve's swordsmanship, people were so wise that they no longer dared to provoke Wang Twelve, and they obediently stayed behind their own young master, enjoying the good times.

"Unfortunately, he may not have the intention to compete with you, and his state of mind is very unstable."

Wang Twelve nodded and said: "It can be seen that he has never even held his own sword in his hand. The sword is on the verge of being broken. It must be because of too many distracting thoughts. If this continues, the sword will be exhausted sooner or later."

As a Qi practitioner, Qin Baishuang had discovered Wang Yi's problems a long time ago, but he didn't say anything about it because he realized that Wang Yi had already discovered his own problems and was making up for them.

Indeed, after experiencing the incident at Jingxin Temple, under the guidance of the abbot, Wang Yi fell into a difficult state of mind and became increasingly unstable.

Previously, the name Wang Yi gave to the little beggar was Wang Si, Wang Si. The implication was that Wang Yi warned himself to think more.

As a result, the consequence of doing this was that my mood became unstable again, and as I kept thinking about it, I thought about returning to Chang'an City.

Xiao Wenxuan returned to Chang'an City safely. He doesn't know where he is now. I'm afraid he won't know until he arrives in Chang'an City. Judging from the intelligence, Ma Shun should be fine. As for the remaining brothers of Jinyiwei, some of them are familiar and some of them are unknown.

No chance to drink together.

Lu Zhong, I wonder if Mr. Lu will preach to me this time. I have already handed over the information about King Xin's treasure. There is no response yet. He should wait until he returns to Chang'an City before making plans.

Qin Keqing, my sister, really can’t understand it now. The word Qin represents too many meanings and also represents many plans.

Li Shuyue, Ye Yao, and Su Yun all had headaches one after another. As for Shang Niang, she didn't know where she was now.

As for revenge, it seems far away now. Yang Zhao's power is now stronger than before. I heard about the "carriage case" between the prime minister Zhang Juzheng and Yang Zhao on the road a few days ago.

There was a lot of commotion in the Ming Dynasty, and ordinary people cursed Yang Zhao's actions and talked freely, but the hearts of those who were truly caring had more or less changed, and they understood the psychological changes of Emperor Ming.

The commander of the Jinyi Guards, who has never shown up, has never seen the dragon. He doesn't know whether his master is fishing or drinking tea under the plum tree in the backyard.

The old abbot of Jingxin Temple passed away, and what an old man who had never been disappointed with the world said to him before his death has always lingered in his mind.

Walking on the street, Wang Yi murmured: "I have never been disappointed in this world, but I am just a little aggrieved."

Wang Yi raised his hand to cover the less dazzling sunset. The young man stood in Ganzhou City and looked around, not knowing what to think.

After Wang Si and Zhou Liyuan stayed in the inn for a long time, the temperament of a little girl coupled with the habit of living on the streets for many years made them unable to stay any longer. Under Wang Si's persuasion, the cunning Zhou Liyuan just smiled and never replied,

Wang Si was so angry that he found a high enough chair and stood on it. After being barely the same height as Zhou Liyuan, he put his hands on his hips and looked like an adult, and began to criticize Zhou Liyuan's various shortcomings.

A "good neighbor" who doesn't know something about someone else.

Faced with Wang Si's words, the cunning and cunning Zhou Liyuan just touched Wang Si's little guy's head, smiled and sat about his own business.

Wang Si was so angry that he slapped Zhou Liyuan's big hand and yelled at Zhou Liyuan: "Don't touch, don't touch, the president is not tall."

Zhou Liyuan was not angry and continued to pat Wang Si on the head. Wang Si was so angry that he stood on the chair and stamped his feet, but there was nothing he could do.

cry?

For a little kid who had been living on the streets since childhood, she knew that it was the most useless thing in the world, but she had no choice but to sit on the chair, pick up an apple on the table, and bite it hard. It looked like it was an apple.

Apple regarded Zhou Liyuan as a way to relieve his anger.

When Wang Yi walked into the inn room, he saw Wang Si puffing up his cheeks angrily and biting the apple in his hand. Opposite him, Zhou Liyuan was sitting there with an abacus in his hand and a book on the table.

bill.

"Good man, good man, if this guy touches my head, I won't grow taller."

Wang Si jumped off the chair and didn't bother to take the unfinished apple in his hand. He ran to Wang Yi in two steps at a time. He stepped on the ground with his little feet and folded his arms, looking puffed up.

Wang Yi subconsciously touched the top of Wang Si's head.

The little guy no longer had any intention of complaining. He looked at Wang Yi blankly and then burst into tears.

Crying is the most useless thing, and it is not something that this heroine should consider. If good people want to touch my head, I will cry.
Chapter completed!