Long Xiaotian, who was in a state of peace, sensed Long Qingyun's spiritual consciousness, and the mother in front of him gradually became clearer.

The play in the yard, the Dun Dun teachings in front of the study, the mother's protection for him when his father scolded him...

These childhood memories appeared before my eyes one after another. Long Qingyun's lips raised slightly and a sweet smile appeared on his face.

"Qingyun, you're fine, it's great, I'm still worried."

At this moment, a hot and stormy dark boy walked into the door. Kong Wu was thick, strong and tough.

"Niu Ben, you're here."

Long Qingyun blurted out happily, and did not feel rifted because of the fight.

After Long Xiaotian's mood was calm, he slowly felt that Long Qingyun was naturally mellow and broad-minded.

"You guys talk." Liang Yinqiu nodded slightly to Niu Ben. Seeing the proud aura on his son, Liang Yinqiu felt relieved and walked out of the room.

Niu Ben is one year older than Long Qingyun. The two of them have been playing together since childhood and are very good friends.

"Qingyun, we agreed to take the entrance examination of Songyang Sword Mansion. Are you ready? Let's set off tomorrow."

Long Qingyun was stunned and then remembered that he said it when he was competing with Niu Ben two days ago.

"It was so strange that day. I punched you. The force was not strong. Somehow, suddenly the wind blew up and you fell to the ground. Fortunately, Uncle Long came in time."

Niu Ben finished speaking in one breath and spat out loud. It seemed that this question had been in his heart for a day or two, and he would not be happy if he didn't vomit.

Of course, Long Qingyun knew the reason, but no one believed such a mysterious thing, so he said with a stern face: "I won't mention it after it's over. I hope this disaster will last forever. We will set off to Songyang Sword Mansion tomorrow."

Niu Ben and Long Qingyun talked for a while before leaving.

Long Qingyun walked to the large desk of Lihua, spread out a piece of Jingxian Huixuan. His pen was dragon and snake, vigorous and powerful, and he wrote several major articles. After writing, he put the rice paper into an envelope and put the pen on it and put it on "My parents, Jun Qi".

Leave a message, that is, to live up to the kindness of your parents' teachings, this time I go to Songyang Sword Mansion to take the exam, I will do my best. Parents should not worry about worrying or worrying.

After all, it was the first time that Long Qingyun went out far away in 16 years. It was difficult to tell him when he was parting, but letters could express his thoughts and thoughts in his heart. After doing these things, he felt relieved.

The next day, the morning light was first revealed.

At the Fuchun River Wharf, Long Qingyun and Niu Bi stood on the bow of the boat, reluctantly waving goodbye to their relatives.

Long Qingyun looked at Long Feng, Liang Yinqiu, Qiulan gradually faded away, and a bitter feeling of parting surged into his heart.

February is a warm and cold season. The morning breeze blows by, and the fragrance of reeds blows in the coolness, and the sound of paddlings is clearly audible.

The boatman who was fucking the oar was a savage man. He was sitting next to him in a gray robe. He was slightly fat and clasped his fists to the middle-aged scholar opposite him:

"Brother Liu, next month's 'West Lake Sword Contest', which one of the West Lake Sword Courts has a greater chance of winning, or will there be other sword courts that have miracles?"

The middle-aged scholar was handsome and elegant, and he smiled with a graceful manner: "Now the West Lake Sword Court is booming, and the Songyang Sword Mansion is gradually declining. Of course, the West Lake Sword Court has a great victory. Miracles in other sword courtyards may not be great."

"fart!"

As this harsh sound came, an old man sat at the stern, holding a dry tobacco pipe in his hand, took a sniffle, slowly exhaling the smoke rings, and sneering. The old man was wearing a blue robe, his hair and beard were all white, his eyes were full of radiance, and he exuded a sensational cold light.

"Rareless." The slightly fat middle-aged man was about to draw his sword, but the middle-aged Confucian scholar used his robe to stop her hand that was about to draw the sword. "Brother Wei, don't be angry, let's hear what this senior has to say." Obviously, he had been captured by the eyes of the white-haired old man, and his words were quite polite.

Long Qingyun was slightly stunned, and the old man coughed twice, cleared his throat, showed a high expression on his face, and said loudly:

"During the Beiyong period, our Dayong Kingdom established the country with martial arts. Taizu Zhaowu was awarded the Songyang Sword Mansion the world's No. 1 Sword Mansion."

"But now it's Nanyong, and Songyang Sword Mansion has been slapped by West Lake Sword Court..." The slightly fat middle-aged man said with a hint of disdain that he thought the old man would have some insight.

"Do you know how many Jingsai Army in Dayong were disciples of Songyang Sword Mansion? They are the most elite cavalry unit in my Dayong Kingdom, and have repeatedly defeated the ace army of the Khitan."

The old man with a solemn expression on his face, interrupting the slightly fat middle-aged man's voice, his voice was concise and fierce, with a kind of decisive majesty.

"Jingsai Army"? When everyone on the ship heard this name, they were extremely shocked, and all their faces were full of respect.

This is the most elite cavalry unit of the Da Yong Kingdom. The Khitan did not dare to go south at that time because he was afraid of the powerful existence of the Jingsai Army. Later, he signed the "Chanyuan Alliance" of the two countries in exchange for the century-long peace of the Da Yong Kingdom, the people lived and worked in peace, and the country was prosperous.

The old man with white hair was righteous and a cold light shot at the slightly fat middle-aged and middle-aged Confucian scholar. The two of them dared not look directly and felt a chill.

This is obviously a profound internal skill, and the aura exudes in every move. The middle-aged Confucian scholar stood up and clasped his fists to the old man with white hair and said:

"I was so offensive to my words just now. I hope that senior will forgive me. I, Liu Hansong and... Ma Dashan, forgive me for my crimes."

He gave Ma Dashan a color, the slightly fat middle-aged man was silent, stood up timidly, and the two bowed to the white-haired old man.

The old man did not get up, accepted the apology from both of them calmly, and laughed heartily: "I, Bai Yunqi, if you two have any disrespectful words to the Songyang Sword Mansion, you can learn my fists."

The two were silent as cicadas, and in shock, sweat broke out from their foreheads. Bai Yunqi, the second master of Songyang Sword Mansion, was the only one in the martial arts world, ranking among the top ten masters of Nanyong Kingdom.

The two bowed to Bai Yunqi repeatedly, their faces full of sincerity: "Senior, please calm down, I'm just blaming me for being blind."

Although Bai Yunqi showed his deep internal strength in every move and shocked everyone on the ship, there was one person who was the same.

Long Qingyun looked at the shimmering river surface and said calmly: "The Jingsai Army happened more than a hundred years ago, and the glory no longer exists. After Beiyong crossed the south, the country's power declined, and Donghan in the northeast was eyeing him. The "Iron Futu" of the Jurchens is the strong enemy that Nanyong is facing."

"Nine Styles of Songyang" Bai Yunqi was going to interrupt Long Qingyun's crazy argument, but when he saw this son, he looked calm, he would just listen to it. When he heard the three sons of "Tiefutu", he was shocked.

Bai Yunqi went to Tubo this time and traveled to Dali because he was entrusted by Su Wanting, the commander of the "Zhenyuan Army", to find war horses, expand and strengthen the cavalry troops, with the goal of fighting against Donghan's "Tiefutu".
Chapter completed!