Chapter 60

Song Ningyu and Feng had just entered Qingwan. Immediately, a young man who had been extremely beautiful all his life came forward slowly. His beautiful face contained three points of smile and three points of ceremony. He respectfully said, "Qingzhu has seen two CHILDES."

The layout in Qingwan is very elegant. The big cherry tree is full of flowers, and even some flowers float into the house. Under the flowers, someone is singing poetry against each other. This is also an artful place. Where is a small hall like what outsiders say?

Song Ningyu's sharp eyes fell on the young man and looked at him for a while, but he saw that the young man was neither humble nor arrogant and stood upright and dignified. Song Ningyu nodded with satisfaction, raised her head to show Yifeng, said a word, looked at her side, but there was no shadow of the wind!

She turned and looked, and saw the wind standing in a black robe under a big cherry tree in Qingwan, looking at her uneasily. Song Ningyu's cold eyes shot at the wind. The wind took a deep breath, tightly held the fist in his sleeve, and walked towards song Ningyu like death.

"Husband... Childe."

The boy secretly raised his eyebrows, young master? What's that?

Song Ningyu put his hand on Feng's shoulder, pointed the folding fan on the young man's shoulder and said with a smile, "just you."

Green bamboo nodded skillfully. His thin clothes moved with the wind blowing slowly outside the door. With a whew, the clothes slipped down his shoulder. The wind's face changed slightly and stood straight beside song Ningyu. He's just a dark guard! Where did you accompany the master to such a place! It's also serious. Where do you have to flirt with others like this?

Song Ningyu came forward slowly. Qingzhu trembled slightly and wanted to step back, but he stood there again.

Song Ningyu raised his hand and gently gathered back the sliding clothes for him. When his plain white and warm fingertips touched his cold and smooth skin, he gave a slight meal. It's noon outside. Why is the boy's body so cold?

"How is it so cool?" green bamboo looked at her eyes with a few more threads of gratitude. The wind suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist and pointed at the green bamboo. The green bamboo Dynasty hides behind song Ningyu and holds song Ningyu's clothes innocently. "But what did Qingzhu do to make the childe unhappy? Qingzhu was really afraid when he looked at the Qingfeng sword."

As soon as the spirit of the wind changed, his eyes fell on Qingzhu and caught a trace of vigilance. Breeze sword! Even Jianghu people can't tell how he knows the sword in his hand!

"Feng! I'm just here to have fun. Why use the sword? Don't scare him." song Ningyu slowly raised his hand and put it on the wind's sword. The wind slowly took the sword back and looked coldly at the blooming cherry tree outside. The bright red cherry blossoms are like blood, and falling down with the wind is like blood all over the sky.

Green bamboo took song Ningyu and the wind through the winding corridor. Song Ningyu found that although there was a cave in Qingwan, most of the cherry blossoms were planted, and the cherry blossoms were either pure white or bright red. From a distance, the petals were flying all over the sky, and more men were dancing in the flying flowers.

"This is the Qing hall. However, if the guests have other requirements, Qingwan will also think that the guests are the main guests. This is the elegant room of green bamboo. Please come inside, childe." the young man in front is only thirteen or fourteen years old. His thin body trembles slightly in the wind, and song Jingyu's eyes fall in the room.

The light red carpet is paved on the ground. Most of the things in the room are simple and elegant, just like others, like bamboo leaves, pleasing to the eyes, but with an unspeakable depth. There is a door on the other side of the door, which seems to be a single courtyard.

Song Ningyu raised her eyebrows at the wary wind. "Young master Feng, please come inside. Since you're here to play, why do you keep this face? Green bamboo, he's the coffin face. It's just a joke to offend you. Don't worry." Feng smoked from the corner of his eye. It's because he thought he didn't have to follow the master and was secretly happy.

Qingzhu lowered her eyebrows and shook her head. "I'm joking. Qingzhu just hopes not to offend the childe. Please come inside." song Ningyu just wanted to step into the room, and a few healthy and elegant men came slowly not far away. When the man saw the green bamboo, he nodded and smiled, talked to each other and walked away with a smile.

In this green Wan, the guest would be so polite to a 13-year-old boy?

Green bamboo suddenly smiled, and her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were as gentle as a lamp. "Please come inside, childe."

Song Ningyu walked in slowly with green bamboo. There were several blue and white porcelain in the room. There was an ancient Qin under a bay window in the living room. Next to the ancient Qin was a desk. Behind the desk were all kinds of books. There were several ancient paintings hanging in the room. It was really like the residence of a young master of a scholarly family.

Feng tightly held the long sword in his hand, as if as long as the green bamboo moved, he would start immediately. However, he suddenly found that he couldn't move! Song Ningyu also found it. She looked at the young man puzzled. The young man blinked at them and smiled a bit naughty.

"Don't be surprised, you two. The childe is holding a sword. Qingzhu is really scared." Qingzhu picks his eyebrows and slowly approaches song Ningyu's side.

"Ghost face saint, star smile. You must already know why I came to you." song Ningyu looked at the little boy with a faint expression. This is the person she came to. After friction, they must know their bottom line.

"You are not the first one to come to me, but you are the first one to recognize your true face at a glance." ghost face saint, it is rumored that there is no trace in the Jianghu. Some people say that he is over a hundred years old, some say he is in his prime, and others say he is just a little boy. Now, he is indeed a teenager, but he has more wisdom than an adult.

The ghost face Saint raised his hand towards the air, and the whole space changed greatly in an instant. The original elegant study was extremely empty and could not see the end, and there were copper mirrors on all sides, which could clearly see himself in the mirror from all directions.

"People who can use Qingfeng sword are not mortals. I've always wondered where the eight heroes of the Jianghu went in those years. Why are they so frustrated that they are now a little boy? They've lost all the faces of the Jianghu people." Feng coldly turned away and didn't answer. Song Ningyu clearly saw that Feng's expressionless face was getting colder and colder.

Everyone has a painful past.

"If you have a clear conscience, why should you care about other people's eyes? I didn't expect that the ghost face saint is such a shallow person, and I song Ningyu can't move!" song Ningyu couldn't move. It seemed that her eyes that saw through everything fell coldly on the beautiful face of the ghost face saint, and she felt more and more incredible.

Such a young man is a ghost face saint. Is it really the ghost face saint?