After being led into the mansion by Song Qingfeng, Shen Ye saw the courtyards and pavilions stacked on top of each other along the way, and then he even more admired Song Yujing's exquisite thoughts.
This mansion and mansion, in her words, is called the family that is not rich?
Now it seems that I have misunderstood the so-called gap between the rich and the poor. Song Yujing must have thought it through when she came. From the beginning, she said that she was a child of a rich family and had ten thousand taels of silver to thank her for her kindness. From the beginning, she let people know that there was a class difference between the two parties. , brought too many gifts to thank the three Shen brothers and sisters, and they might not be willing to accept them, so she made some excuses and deliberately brought only drinks and specialties, just to eliminate the gap and make people accept her.
After entering the living room, Shen Ye was kindly pulled by Song Qingfeng to the main seat on the yellow pear wood chair. During the conversation, Shen Ye was asked about his preferences. After receiving Shen Ye's answer of "anything is OK", Song Qingfeng greeted the servants. Bring the dessert and place it on Shen Ye's right, while letting the wife urge her daughter.
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Yujing personally brewed a pot of Dahongpao. With a pair of slender hands, holding the plate in her left hand and supporting the side with her right hand, she walked slowly to serve the tea.
Yingying smiled slightly, her eyes were clear, white steam was steaming from the tea tray in her hand, her face seemed slightly drunk, and her steps were gentle, accompanied by the tinkling of the hairpin on her head, it was like the morning breeze caressing it, dispelling the chaos and making people feel Refreshing.
She walked slowly in front of Shen Ye, bent down, and looked at Shen Ye. There was no trace of color in her eyes, her red lips were slightly parted, and she said, "Brother Shen, it is difficult to repay the kindness of saving a life and recreating a little girl. I am so grateful and hold my hands." There are a thousand words of thanks in one word, benefactor, please have some tea!"
Shen Ye was stunned for a moment and was about to get up, but then he thought of this woman... That's all, if he said too much at this moment, he would be letting her down.
Seeing the clarity and expectation in her eyes, Shen Ye said no more. He bowed slightly, took the tea cup with both hands, nodded, opened the lid, took a sip, and the tea went into his stomach. He felt refreshed in his lungs and between his lips and teeth. The fragrance of tea overflowed, and he raised the corner of his mouth and said: "Good tea, good person, people are like their tea, refreshing, fragrant and fragrant, thank you Miss Song!"
Song Yujing, who had been watching her benefactor all the time, suddenly heard this. Looking at his heroic and charming face, her face turned even redder. She nodded with a smile and did not dare to stay any longer. She held the tea tray in both hands and ran away like flying. .
Seeing that Shen Ye accepted the tea, but his daughter suddenly ran away, Song Qingfeng stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Okay, the benefactor is here, and being able to serve tea with his own hands as a thank you has settled my little daughter's worries. But Shen Xian My nephew wants to forgive my ungrateful daughter, but he ran away again without even saying a word."
"How could it be possible, Uncle Song? This Miss Song is already extremely polite and considerate. Shen Ye is so ashamed." Looking at the beautiful figure in the distance, Shen Ye shook his head and sighed.
After doing this, Shen Ye relaxed a little, and the conversation between the two gradually became more natural, and they began to talk about the southeast, northwest, and mountains.
After a cup of tea, the two chatted more and more enthusiastically. Seeing that the tea was gone, Song Qingfeng called the maid to bring the teapot over, and then personally picked up the teapot and gave Shen Ye another cup.
This startled Shen Ye, who was about to stand up and refuse politely, but Song Qingfeng held him down with one hand.
"Nephew Shen Xian, Mr. Song has always been very natural. A small talk can be regarded as a discussion, and I am very happy. Don't want to see me outside. This is at home, not a big occasion, so we don't need to be particular. Those that are there and not." Song Qingfeng was indeed a generous person, and while stopping Shen Ye, he poured tea directly into the cup.
Seeing that this was the case, Shen Ye had no choice but to give up. He hurriedly sat upright, put his five fingers together into a fist, with the center of his fist facing down, and tapped the table three times at the same time with his five fingers. Even so, he did not dare to forget the etiquette.
"I just mentioned that there are many strange people in the martial arts world of the Great Wu Dynasty, but I don't know if there are really capable people who can cross the river with a reed? If so, then look for a sunny day, with green mountains and rivers reflected, white clothes riding the wind and crossing the river It’s so poetic and fairy-like! Only those who have such an artistic conception can be called a true hero!” Song Qingfeng put the teapot down, touched his beard with longing, and a trace of longing flashed in his eyes. look.
Although the two of them were chatting casually, these words were spoken from the bottom of their hearts. Born into such a big family, Song Qingfeng was destined to be unable to freely choose his future destiny. He had to worry too much about everything he did. The so-called joy and disgust are actually not from his own heart at all, but from his own heart. family interests.
He already had money and status, but now that he was fifty, he suddenly had the opportunity to have a hearty chat with a young man like Shen Ye, and the other party was the Jin Yiwei closest to the world. The feeling in his chest had long been wiped out. The blood and the passion for freedom emerged again like a flashback.
Shen Ye listened to the deep emotions in Uncle Song's words, and his tone changed a little, knowing that he was probably sincere.
After thinking about the wording for a moment, Shen Ye smiled and said, "This magical skill of crossing the river with reeds requires a lot of practice over the years. Shen Ye has only heard about it, but has not seen it with his own eyes. But it is like what his uncle said. It is really possible to cross the river with a sword, if you find a place where the river is not wide!"
"Oh?! What my nephew said is true? Have you seen it with your own eyes? Come on, talk to your uncle, what kind of magical method is it?" Upon hearing this, Song Qingfeng became interested and acted like a child. As if it was an interesting story, I immediately leaned in and anxiously searched for the next chapter.
Seeing that Uncle Song was a little out of character, which was very different from the bold and polite image just now, Shen Ye also smiled slightly, knowing that he was interested, so he stopped talking nonsense, looked at him seriously, and gave an affirmative answer.
"Yes, uncle. If one can reach the level of a master or a martial arts master, he can indeed fly two or three miles away with a full jump, but the speed is a little slower. Once he flies out, he will be like a bird gliding. Once you know it, you'll be on the ground. But if you are more advanced in your internal cultivation, you can also sprint while holding your breath, use Lingbo Microsteps to tread the water on the river, and run for a hundred steps."
When Song Qingfeng heard this, he was even more curious and asked, "Then, nephew Shen Xian, can you do this?"
"Well, it's not difficult for Shen to run a few steps on the water. But he may only be able to take a few steps. If he walks a little more, he will fall into the water. Shen is not very good at the foreign martial arts he practices. Qinggong, like the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain and Wudang Mountain who cultivate their inner breath and have a long breath, they can perform the unique skill of Lingbo Weibu." Shen Ye thought about the famous sects in the world, and a few reclusive people. I have never seen it before. After thinking about it, the most representative one in Qinggong is Ershanyi.
If you are a master, other sects are just the same, it depends on your level of cultivation.
Song Qingfeng has been in business for many years and has a flexible mind. After learning about Shen Ye, he understood the reason.
"What Nephew Shen Xian means is that martial arts cultivation is not necessarily linked to Qing Gong, but if one has a high level of cultivation, one can achieve this."
Seeing Shen Ye nodding in affirmation, Song Qingfeng continued:
"In that case, there are some people who are great at Qinggong in this world. Nephew Shen Xian just saw him with his own eyes, but I don't know who the person Nephew Shen Xian saw is a hero? And who's his name is?"
Hearing this sentence, Shen Ye felt embarrassed. He took a sip of tea and then slowly gave the answer, "It's Shen's younger brother!"
When Song Qingfeng heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked excitedly, "Really? So, Lingdi's kung fu is slightly inferior to that of his nephew, but his lightness kung fu is outstanding?"
"Yes, Erdi Shen Qiye has great Qinggong. Although I have never seen him cross the river with a reed, but a few days ago when we were catching thieves by Xuanwu Lake, he showed how to cross the lake in three steps, even though he was stepping on a boat. It's a lot of help. But thinking about it carefully, if he really wants to do it, he can do it like a handsome young man who carries a sword and jumps across the river like his uncle said. It's not the boast of Shen Yehai, the dragonfly touches the water, steps in the air, the lightning god He is indeed capable of stepping on Ye Fei, Xiaoye." Of course, Shen Ye was a little more modest. Based on what he had seen and heard in his life, the second brother Shen Qiye's light kung fu was definitely one of the best in the Dawu world. Absolutely, in terms of lightness kung fu alone, a person who can be said to be a master can only run worse than those old monsters who rarely show up in the world. Other so-called masters, when they meet him and chase him, they can only sigh that they are too far behind.
"Hey, it's just a pity that nephew Shen Xian came alone this time. If the emperor is also here, then Song will have an eye-opener today." When Song Qingfeng said this, the light in his eyes dissipated, and the glow on his body The agitation was gone, and he seemed to have turned into the slightly older Master of the Song family again.
In fact, he lives in the rivers and lakes, but he has no sword in his hand, and sometimes the rivers and lakes are far away from him. Although he has communicated with him, he has never set foot in them. Now he suddenly meets a Jin Yiwei like Shen Ye who specializes in the knights of the rivers and lakes, and it is inevitable to seduce him. There was a passionate passion deep in my heart to fight to the end of the world with my sword, but at this moment the passion dissipated, I sighed in my heart, and my whole person seemed to have gone through a lot of vicissitudes of life.
Seeing that his host was in a low mood, Shen Ye also thought to himself that Mr. Song treated people really well, so he comforted him and said, "Uncle Song, don't be sorry. Shen Ye wears a Feiyu suit and travels often. Next time he comes, he will bring Xiao Ye over. At that time, we can let Xiao Ye show off her clumsy skills and fulfill Uncle Song's wish. Moreover, since Uncle Jiesuo trusts us, we can also let Xiao Ye take you across the river in the air to experience it for yourself."
Upon hearing this, Song Qingfeng felt like a dried fish waiting for the rain to come back to life.
"With such a unique skill, can I still bring someone along with me?"
"As long as you work hard and grind the iron rod into a needle. And you are as proud as your uncle, and not as bloated as the overbearing fat man Shen Ye saw on the street that day. Taking your uncle across the river is absolutely simple. That’s it.”
"Oh?! So that's it? The external strength and internal energy of martial arts are indeed amazing. Hey, the arrogant fat man that nephew Shen Xian was talking about is Liu Ziwen, the son of Magistrate Liu?"
"Shen didn't know it either, but that day in the noodle shop I saw her running rampant and speeding with no one dared to control her, so I had some memories in my mind."
"That's it. That should be Liu Ziwen, the son of the prefect Liu Chishu. He..."
"Hey, sir, look at you, you've drank two pots of tea, and you're so lost in conversation. But you don't know how to take care of the guests for dinner. Xiao Ye must be very hungry. You guys, let's talk to you later! Nephew Shen Xian, please don’t go out. Come and follow your aunt here.” Song Qingfeng’s wife angrily came over and interrupted the conversation. She blamed her husband for his poor hospitality, and then involuntarily pulled the two of them to the dinner table. superior.