Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

Ling'er, who was originally watching the fight between these people with great interest, saw that the fight between them became more and more fierce, with vicious moves and deadly swords. The excitement on her face suddenly disappeared, and she said urgently: "Sister, stop them quickly, or else we will be killed." A life was lost.”

Playing with the tea cup in his hand, Qingyun's expression was as calm as a pool of water, with no intention of interfering at all.

Mo Xuan, the others, and the three heroes of Xia Clan looked on with cold eyes, without saying a word.

He poured a cup of tea and handed it to Lan Jue. Seeing that she had a cold expression but did not refuse, Huyan Huafeng couldn't help but feel secretly happy. He glanced sideways at the fighting people: "Those people are not good people at first glance. They are really out of date. Human life is also at your own risk. Lan'er, don't you think so?"

After glaring at him, Lan Jue opened her eyes and remained silent.

Huyan Huafeng didn't care, and quietly winked at Ling'er, telling her not to cause more trouble. After all, this was the territory of the Jin Kingdom.

As he spoke, the outcome of the fight not far away had been decided. The loser had his hands and legs broken and could no longer practice martial arts. The winner was proud of himself. The young man at the head said scornfully: "Just because of your actions." With the kung fu of a three-legged cat, he dares to think of Miss Linghu, it’s simply wishful thinking!”

As soon as the young man finished speaking, he suddenly fell to the ground with a muffled groan, and bright red blood slowly overflowed from the fingers covering his heart. The expressions of the young men with him suddenly changed: "Young Master..." and then raised their heads. He left the inn in a hurry.

"Which sect is this disciple? He acts recklessly and harms others and himself?" Qing Yun frowned slightly.

This fight was deliberately provoked by the young man who fell to the ground, but while he was ruining the martial arts of others, he was afraid that he himself might have lost his life as a result.

"He is Mei Jianxing, the eldest son of the Mei family in Luomei Villa."

At the door, a middle-aged man with an elegant appearance and a bit of free and straightforward look around the chaotic lobby, walked straight towards Qing Yun and others, looked at Qing Yun and others, greeted him with his hands clasped in fists, and greeted him warmly He said to Mo Xuan and the three heroes of Xia Clan: "My dear brother, we three young heroes, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Mo Xuan nodded: "Brother Nangong, you are fine."

The three heroes of the Xiamen all stood up and returned the greeting with their hands clasped together. Xia Yuhan smiled and said: "We were ordered by our master to come to the martial arts conference to handle some private matters. By chance, we met Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo who were traveling here, and now we have to meet Nangong again. Hero, we are really destined."

"Mrs. Mo?"

Nangong Junfei was stunned, and followed the gazes of Xia Yuhan and the others. When he saw Qingyun, who had a light smile on his ordinary face, and those pair of shining black eyes, he seemed to have seen them somewhere, slightly. After thinking about it, she quickly realized that she had changed her appearance. No wonder, the Ninth Princess had a noble status. If not, she would have been in constant trouble.

"The disguise skills of my brothers and sisters are really wonderful. Brother Yu didn't recognize it for a moment. I'm really sorry!"

"Brother Nangong, you're welcome." Qingyun waved her hand indifferently: "It's better to meet by chance than to meet by chance. Brother Nangong, please have a seat." She asked the waiter to buy another pair of bowls and chopsticks.

To avoid causing unnecessary trouble, they all put on disguises along the way. However, after returning home, Chen Yu said that Ling'er, Yu Peiyao, and Lou Haiyang were strangers to each other, so there was no need to cover up, so it was just her and Yun. Yi, Wuying and Lan Jue changed their appearance, while Chen Yu himself kept his normal appearance.

"Brother Nangong is also here to participate in the martial arts conference?"

Nangong Junfei shook his head: "I'm just joining in the fun. I have no interest in pursuing fame and fortune."

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip gracefully, Qingyun asked in confusion: "I heard from Chen Yu that in previous martial arts competitions, the place was chosen by the top master of the previous one. Is it the same for this one? Also? "What did Mei Jianxing mention about Miss Linghu just now? Does Brother Nangong know what's going on?"

"This martial arts tournament was indeed convened in the name of Linghu Chang'an, the top master of the previous year. The location was also chosen by him and the second and third ranked masters. Xiping County is located in a remote location, and there is a very large Danjing Mountain to the east. , the top of the mountain is flat and open, and can accommodate thousands of people, so it’s a pretty good place.”

At this point, Nangong Junfei suddenly changed the subject: "As for Miss Linghu, she is the only daughter of Linghu Chang'an. She is seventeen years old. It is said that she has a beautiful face, a gentle and kind temperament, and is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. He also learned a good martial arts from the true biography of Linghu Chang'an;

This time Linghu Changan convened various sects to hold a martial arts conference. On the surface, it was to re-rank the martial arts masters. In fact, it was to choose the best husband for his daughter who was both civil and military and powerful. Therefore, he gave the best husband to his country and even other countries. Some famous families also sent invitations." There was undisguised sarcasm in his tone.

"That's it." Qingyun smiled, her eyes passing over the young talents present as if they were absent.

Pouring her lips disdainfully, Yu Peiyao sneered: "Martial arts conferences have always been attended only by people from the martial arts world. The real disciples of famous families don't even bother to attend. Just because Linghu is the number one master in Chang'an, just because Miss Linghu With his good looks and skills, it is simply a dream to find a husband with both civil and military skills and powerful power. You must know that no matter how powerful the Jianghu sect is, it cannot be greater than the officials and dignitaries, and it cannot be greater than the royal family."

Everyone deeply agreed.

The people do not fight with the officials, and the officials do not fight with the emperor. This is an eternal truth.

What's more, in the eyes of the powerful families, the Jianghu sect is just a group of rude and elegant people. Therefore, since ancient times, no powerful family has concluded a good relationship with the Jianghu sect. After all, what a powerful family cares about is the long-term prosperity of the family's interests. Jianghu sects will not only fail to consolidate the power of a powerful family, but may also damage their reputation.

Linghu Changan used the martial arts competition to choose a son-in-law from a powerful family, but his efforts were destined to be in vain.

"The girl doesn't know something." Nangong Junfei said calmly: "Linghu Changan was not only the top player in the previous session, but also the richest man in Xinggu County. It is said that Linghu Changan controls three silver veins, and his wealth is immeasurable. Gujun's reputation is extremely high, and since he only has one daughter, many people will naturally flock to him."

Glancing at Yu Peiyao, who was full of disdain, Qingyun raised a faint smile on her lips: "From what Brother Nangong has seen, how does Linghu Changan compare with the owner of Yuhua Villa in Beiyuan County? Little Linghu How does Sister * compare with Sister Yu?"

When they went to Beiyuan County, they happened to catch up with the owner of Yuzhuang setting up an arena for Yu Peiyao to recruit a bride. Isn't it similar to this martial arts conference?

Except for the brother and sister Chu Yunyi and Ling'er who didn't know the truth, the others naturally understood what Qingyun meant by what he said, so they all laughed sullenly.

"Jiu...Qingyun..." Yu Peiyao's beautiful face quickly turned red, she rolled her eyes at Qingyun with a charming look, and drank her tea.

Although the Xiamen Three Heroes and Nangong Junfei didn't understand what they were laughing at, they didn't ask any more questions.

Nangong Junfei said truthfully: "Yuhua Villa is a famous martial arts family that has been passed down for more than a hundred years. The owner of Yuhua Villa is upright, forthright and philanthropic. He is naturally unmatched by the hypocritical and cunning Linghu Chang'an who became famous in one day. And Yu Xiao* My sister has the appearance of a fish and a wild goose, she is good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and her martial arts skills are also outstanding. Not long ago, she assisted the court to resolve the food shortage in the north and generously provided relief to the people. She can be called a hero among women. I am afraid that Miss Linghu is one-tenth of the difficulty. ."

"I also think that Miss Yu is a woman as good as any other woman!" Qingyun nodded in agreement, making Yu Peiyao blush even more shyly.

"Even though Linghu Chang'an was the number one expert in the last term, even though he is the richest man in Xinggu County and has a high reputation, and even though Miss Linghu is pretty, how can he be so sure that he can choose a good son-in-law at the martial arts tournament?"

Glancing at the many people from all walks of life who were entering the lobby one after another, Chu Yunyi's face was expressionless, but his deep eyes shone with an unpredictable edge: "What if no one wins him?" Once the person who wins him is someone of the same age or older than him, or a young man from a poor background, is he really willing to marry his daughter to this person? Even if the person who wins in the end is a young talent, what if? If someone has no intention of marrying his daughter, how will he deal with the consequences?"

"Linghu Changan dares to do this, so he naturally has a perfect plan."

Nangong Junfei and the Three Heroes of Xiamen had sarcasm in their eyebrows, while Qingyun and others looked curiously at Mo Xuan who was speaking.

Refilling Qingyun's empty tea cup with water, Mo Xuan said casually: "The reason why Linghu Chang'an won the first place in the last martial arts conference was because several masters from the previous competition had won the first place before the conference. A few days ago, something happened to me or my sect, so I didn't come to participate. The fifth master who was the only one present suddenly went crazy during the duel with Linghu Chang'an;

Second, those who are capable of competing for the rankings are in some or another physical condition before the conference, so they are naturally no match for Linghu Changan;

Afterwards, I conducted a secret investigation and found out that it was Linghu Changan who had secretly manipulated those people, and there were some powerful figures among them. However, they were too secretive, so I had no conclusive evidence and could only keep it secret;

I dare to conclude that Linghu Changan will definitely use his same tricks this time, but I just don’t know who his chosen son-in-law is."

"Linghu Chang'an is simply too despicable!" After hearing this, everyone was filled with indignation.

Lowering his eyes and looking at the tea leaves that were sinking and floating in the teacup in his hand, Qingyun's mind was spinning a thousand times. Suddenly he raised his eyes and looked at Nangong Junfei and said: "Why does Brother Nangong say that Linghu Changan is hypocritical and cunning? Apart from this matter, there is no other way. Is there any other reason?"

After looking around the lobby and seeing that no one was paying attention to them, Nangong Junfei lowered his voice and said: "Linghu Chang'an..."

At night, the cool crescent moon hangs in the dark night sky, a few stars twinkle, dew gathers quietly, and the whole world is silent.

Standing quietly by the window of the inn room, looking in the direction of the capital, Qingyun looked a little dazed, and her thoughts were wandering to nowhere.

After tying Qingyun's cloak, Mo Xuan gently hugged her and asked softly: "Still thinking about Linghu Chang'an?"

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