Xue Yiren had a high reputation in the army. However, he was low-key by nature and was a member of the Xue Clan. Later on, he used his connections to transfer him out of the frontline troops. Just like that, twenty years had passed. His reputation was gradually forgotten, and he was not known by the people of the pugilistic world.
It was fortunate that he had met Song Qingshu. If it was someone else, they probably would not know how powerful he was. However, Song Qingshu was different. After all, he had read Gu Long's novel and knew that Xue Yiren was definitely comparable to Ximen Chuixue. In the novel, Chu Liuxiang, who had the best lightness skill in the world, could not dodge his sword in time. Furthermore, Xue Yiren had not used his full strength.
In fact, Song Qingshu did not know if this Xue Yiren was the same person as the one in Gu Long's novel. However, from the move he had just made, this person's cultivation was definitely not below Feng Qingyang of Hua Mountain. Back then, Dongfang Muxue's martial arts were very high, but after his battle with Feng Qingyang, he was unable to use martial arts for ten years …
With Song Qingshu's current cultivation and judgment, he could make an objective judgment. In terms of the exquisiteness of sword techniques, Feng Qingyang might be superior to Xue Yiren. However, in terms of the purity of sword intent, Xue Yiren was superior to Feng Qingyang. After all, Feng Qingyang practiced Dugu Qiubai's sword technique, while Xue Yiren's sword technique was created by himself.
Xue Yiren slowly raised the sword in his hand. His eyes were filled with nostalgia and sorrow. "I have not used my sword for a long time. However, after meeting you today, I have no choice but to make an exception."
Song Qingshu smiled. "In that case, I should feel honored."
Xue Yiren said calmly, "It is also my honor to meet an expert like you." As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly unsheathed his sword. Even from a distance of several Zhang, one could feel the chill of the sword.
Song QingShu furrowed his brows slightly. He wasn't afraid of his opponent, but he felt that fighting with such a top-notch expert for no reason was not worth the effort. Moreover, Huang Rong was still in the palanquin. If she was hurt by the shockwaves of the duel and some accident happened, it would be too late for regrets.
However, he also knew that for some people who were obsessed with martial arts, finding an evenly matched opponent was a very exciting thing. It was almost impossible to make the other party give up the idea of fighting.
Just as he was about to make his move, a pleasant female voice came from the other side of the street, "Wait a minute, wait a minute."
Song Qingshu looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young girl riding a horse over. Her face was like a silver basin, her eyes were like watery apricots, her lips were red without lipstick, and her eyebrows were green without any makeup. Normally, riding a horse was not the same as being refined, but Song Qingshu could feel a kind of dignified and graceful temperament from this young girl.
"So it's her!" Song Qingshu recognized this beautiful young lady. Previously, when he was conferred the title of Prince of Qi, she had accompanied his father to his residence to congratulate him. The reason why he was able to recognize her at a glance was because she was called Xue Baochai.
Xue Yiren could not help but frown when he saw her. "What are you doing here?"
Xue Baochai pulled on the reins and stopped. Perhaps because she had rushed over, she was panting as she spoke. "Big Brother, you can't challenge him."
Hearing the way she addressed him, Song Qingshu could not help but be startled. His gaze swept back and forth between her and Xue Yiren a few times. He thought to himself that there was a difference of several decades between the two of them, but her father was still vigorous despite his age …
However, he quickly recalled Xue Ji's appearance. No matter what, he could not be Xue Yiren's father. Song Qingshu quickly realized that their relationship was probably similar to that of Jia Zhen and Jia Baoyu. They were clearly older, but they were cousins of the same generation.
When Xue Yiren heard his sister's words, he coldly snorted. "Why can't I challenge him?"
Xue Baochai dismounted. She first glanced at Song Qingshu, giving him an apologetic look. Then, she ran to her brother's side and whispered, "He has already been conferred the title of Prince of Qi. Right now, his status is noble, and the forces under his command cannot be underestimated. There is no need for our Xue clan to provoke such a powerful enemy."
Even though her voice was very soft, Song Qingshu could still hear her clearly with his cultivation. He could not help but sigh inwardly. Xue Baochai's persona was still like this, graceful and understanding of the big picture. Everything had been carefully considered.
"Is this your idea or your father's?" Xue Yiren asked with a frown.
"It is my idea. However, if my father was here, he would definitely stop you," Xue Baochai quickly replied.
Song QingShu breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. It was best to avoid this kind of inexplicable fight if possible.
Xue Yiren sank into silence. Just when everyone thought that he had given up, he suddenly said, "All these years, I have not been able to find anyone who can draw their sword. Now, I have finally found one. Even if your father is here, he will not be able to stop me today."
Xue Baochai immediately grew anxious. She knew that if the two of them fought, no matter who won, they would definitely offend a powerful enemy like Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu was highly skilled in martial arts and had a powerful army under his command. His strength far surpassed that of an ordinary prince. It would be unwise to make an enemy out of him. However, she also knew that her brother loved the sword as much as his own life. Now that he had finally found an opponent, it would be very difficult for him to stop.
Xue Yiren pointed his sword at Song Qingshu from a distance. His entire body's aura was locked onto Song Qingshu, and he was looking for an opportunity to strike.
Song Qingshu did not dare to be negligent. After all, the person in front of him was no ordinary expert. If he was not careful, it was possible that he would fail miserably.
A cool breeze blew past, and the leaves of a nearby tree fell between the two of them. However, they were instantly sliced into pieces by the seemingly solid sword aura. Xue Yiren's eyes narrowed. He turned the sword in his hand and was about to strike.
At this moment, a beautiful figure in yellow landed between the two of them. When Xue Yiren saw the other party's appearance, he frowned and moved the sword in his hand to the side in the nick of time.
Song Qingshu also recognized the identity of the woman. His brows gradually relaxed, and the aura that he had gathered also disappeared without a trace.
"General Xue is still as elegant as ever." The woman bowed slightly to Xue Yiren. Who else could it be but the yellow-robed woman?
"Greetings, Princess!" Xue Yiren cupped his hands in greeting. "After many years, Princess's martial arts have improved a lot."
The yellow-robed woman smiled slightly. "In front of General Xue, how could I dare to say that I have improved?"
Xue Yiren did not comment. He looked at her thoughtfully. "What brings Princess here this time?"
The yellow-robed woman smiled slightly. "Not long ago, the Emperor summoned General to the capital. Today, he heard that General has arrived at Lin 'an and specially sent me to receive you."
Xue Yiren's eyes narrowed. His gaze swept between the yellow-robed woman and Song Qingshu. The yellow-robed woman continued to look at him with her usual smile.
Xue Baochai had always been smooth and slick. Seeing this, she hurriedly walked over and tugged at her brother's arm. "Big Brother, since the Emperor has invited us, we should not be late."
Xue Yiren's brows were tightly furrowed. After a long time, he sheathed his sword and said in a clear voice, "It seems that I have no fate to experience Young Master's skills today."
Song Qingshu smiled slightly. "There will be plenty of time."
"Very good." Xue Yiren looked at him deeply before turning to leave. His aura gradually retracted, like a divine weapon slowly being sheathed.
Xue Baochai hurriedly held the hem of her skirt and bowed to Song Qingshu. "I have been impolite today. I will apologize to the Prince of Qi another day." Finishing, she led her horse and hurriedly chased after Xue Yiren.
Seeing the two gradually disappear into the street, Song Qingshu could not help but sigh. "You are really careless. Just now, you did not have any defense at all."
The yellow-robed woman faintly sighed. "Both of you are experts among experts. How can I deal with both of you at the same time? At that critical moment, it was already good enough that I could only defend one side. "
Song Qingshu's expression changed. "It seems that you trust me."
The yellow-robed woman's face reddened. However, she quickly concealed it. "Of course. I have not seen Xue Yiren for many years and do not have much of a relationship. More than anything else, I am willing to believe that you will not attack me." It was because of this belief that she had completely abandoned the defense of her back and focused all her attention on Xue Yiren. She was afraid that he, who was obsessed with martial arts, would recklessly attack her.
Worried that he would continue to say something that would make it difficult for her to answer, the yellow-robed woman hurriedly smiled and changed the topic. "Shouldn't you thank me?"
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. "I really have to thank you. Otherwise, it would be really depressing to fight with such an expert for no reason."
The yellow-robed woman's lips curled up slightly. "Then how do you plan to thank me?"
"How about I treat you to a drink?" Song Qingshu said with a smile.
"Drink?" The yellow-robed woman put her hands behind her back and kicked a stone by her feet. "That sounds pretty good. How about today?"
Huang Rong, who was in the palanquin, heard the conversation between the two of them. Her heart instantly jumped to her throat. She thought to herself, This bastard could have picked up a girl at any other time. Why did he have to pick up a girl now? If this girl was really interested, wouldn't her existence be exposed very quickly?
Song Qingshu was also shocked. However, he had already mastered the ability to remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him. He smiled and replied, "Sure. However, from what you said earlier, it seems that you are bringing Xue Yiren back to see the Emperor today?"
"Yes." The yellow-robed woman sighed. "It seems that I can only find you for a drink next time."
Song Qingshu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly he thought of something and asked, "From your conversation just now, why is the Emperor in such a hurry to summon experts into the palace?"
The yellow-robed woman frowned and hesitated for a long while before she said, "I shouldn't have said it.
But with your current status, you will know sooner or later. "
The yellow-robed woman paused and continued to say, "A few days ago, the daughter of Imperial Censor Shen Yan was kidnapped on her way from her hometown, Shanyin Shen garden to Lin 'an. The Emperor was furious and hurriedly summoned the experts of various families to deal with the matter."
Song Qingshu couldn't help but remember that when he and Lu You went to Shen garden in Shanyin, he also met his ex-wife Tang Wan there. But he still couldn't help but ask curiously, "Although the position of Imperial Censor is not low, it shouldn't alarm the Emperor, right?"
The yellow-robed woman faintly sighed. "Under normal circumstances, it indeed wouldn't alarm the Emperor, but this time the matter is special because of the identity of the daughter of the Shen family. She is not only Shen Yan's precious daughter, but also the future Crown Princess candidate."
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Yesterday, my head was dizzy and I really couldn't keep writing, so I went to bed early. I am extremely sorry for the lack of updates!
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