My wife is the reborn boss

Chapter 21 That Year.
While everyone was watching, Wu Qiong walked up to Li Jianshi and squatted down to check the injury of the girl in palace costume.

Fortunately, the girl was unharmed.

Wu Qiong breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head, and found that Miss Li was looking at his face intently with a smile in her eyes.

"Is there something on my face?" Wu Qiong was uncomfortable being watched by her, and subconsciously wiped his face with his sleeve.

"It's nothing, I'm just happy." Miss Li shook her head, her voice was soft and charming as if it could drip water.

Wu Qiong turned his head unnaturally, and said softly, "Sorry, I didn't stand up immediately."

He thought Miss Li was happy that he could come forward and save her.

Miss Shi'er shook her head and didn't answer, she just looked at him with a smile in her dark eyes, as if there was only the man in front of her in this world, completely forgetting that the powerful enemy was still there and the crisis was not resolved.

She was happy, simply because of her poor brother.

In her previous life, Wu Qiong had always been content with mediocrity, and only she knew how amazing and stunning her poor brother was.

Seeing Wu Qiong stand up at this time, she knew that from the moment Wu Qiong stood up, the world line changed.Wu Qiong in this life will surely exude dazzling brilliance.

So she is happy.

Wu Qiong coughed twice in embarrassment, stood up, turned his head and quickly walked towards Murong Shengxue who was lying on the ground as if he had lost his soul.

Coming to Murong Shengxue who was lying on the ground, he lowered his head and said mockingly: "Brother Murong, you are too ashamed, you didn't even take a single move from him."

Murong Shengxue raised his head vigorously, and looked at the young man in front of him, the originally gloomy eyes were rekindled with the light of hope.His lips were trembling, and he spoke slowly: "Brother Wu Wu, you said. 'Xiaoxiang Sword' is not used like this. Could it be that you can know the Xiaoxiang sword technique of 'Jianyu Xiaoxiang'?"

There was hope in his tone.

Wu Qiong shook his head: "I don't know the 'Xiaoxiang swordsmanship'." Seeing that the hope in Murong Shengxue's eyes was about to be shattered again, he continued:
"Not only do I know no 'Xiaoxiang swordsmanship', but I also don't know 'Jianyu Xiaoxiang'."

Murong Shengxue seemed to have thought of something, and asked eagerly, "Could it be that you are the descendant of 'Jian Yu Xiaoxiang'?"

Wu Qiong didn't answer, just turned around, looked at the bewildered middle-aged swordsman not far away, and said with a loud smile: "This unfinished battle, do you want to continue?"

The middle-aged swordsman tightly clenched the long sword in his hand with a serious face, as if he was facing a master of the heavenly list rather than a young man who hadn't been born yet:
"What kind of sword technique is that?"

Wu Qiong sneered: "Want to learn? It's a pity that I can't teach you. Besides, you can't even recognize the sword technique of 'Jian Yu Xiaoxiang', so you have the nerve to jump out and pretend?"

The middle-aged swordsman ignored the sarcasm in his words, and said with concentration: "You said this is the sword technique of 'Jian Yu Xiaoxiang'? How old are you this year?"

Wu Qiong smiled slightly: "My next youth is twenty-four."

The middle-aged swordsman said: "'Jianyu Xiaoxiang' lost to the top [-] in one night, that was already eight years ago, you"

Not far away, Master Xuanjue chanted the Buddha's name, and said loudly: "Maybe this young hero is the successor of 'Jian Yu Xiaoxiang'. The same moves naturally have different powers in different hands."

The reason why Master Xuanjue risked his life to speak up for Wu Qiong was not because he was a good old man, but because the hope brought by Murong Shengxue had already been shattered, and Wu Qiong was the new hope, no matter whether he was "Jian Yu Xiaoxiang" or not. The successor of 'Jian Yu Xiaoxiang', everyone present firmly believed that he was, at least before he lost to the middle-aged swordsman, he was the successor of 'Jian Yu Xiaoxiang', if not, he had to be!

Wu Qiong ignored Master Xuanjue, and replied, "Have you ever seen 'Jian Yu Xiaoxiang' make a move?"

The middle-aged swordsman wondered: "The group of masters who met 'Jianyu Xiaoxiang' back then kept silent, how can I meet?"

"Do you know how he got his nickname? As soon as he made a move, he stabbed countless swords at an extremely fast speed, and because of the speed, the hundreds of swords he stabbed in an instant were like a violent storm. It's generally violent, and it's like a gentle wind and drizzle."

"Could it be that 'Jianyu Xiaoxiang' got its name?"

"That's right, but the reason why 'Jianyu Xiaoxiang' is invincible is not because of his swordsmanship, but because of his indomitable momentum and self-confidence. He firmly believes that he is the strongest swordsman in the world. Confidence and a never-losing record have forged his supreme sword heart, and he is the only peerless swordsman who can defeat the innate in the acquired realm for thousands of years."

The middle-aged man seems to have heard some big joke: "The day after tomorrow beats the day after tomorrow? Ha!"

Wu Qiong smiled lightly and did not answer. He stroked the 'Poetry' on his waist with his right hand, then drew his sword, and made a bold move!
'Sword No. [-] Reincarnation! '

Time seemed to freeze.

The wind no longer blows.

The clouds no longer float.

There was silence in the crowded square.

The middle-aged swordsman looked around, everyone in the square maintained different expressions, different movements, and stood still.

He watched it for a while, finding it interesting.

Looking at the different expressions and actions of different people, he couldn't help guessing the story behind each person.

The young hero over there looked at this with a stubborn expression, clenching his teeth, maybe he was cheering for his opponent?

The girl beside him just raised her head to look at his profile, her face flushed slightly.This girl might be his childhood sweetheart's junior sister, did she come with the teacher this time?

The middle-aged swordsmen couldn't help but look for their teacher.

Oh there.

Behind the two of them, a majestic middle-aged man with a square face fled backwards in panic.

Cut, it's really useless.

Turn your head and continue to look.

What is that monk's name?By the way, it is Xuanjue.It is said that he is the most virtuous and respected eminent monk in Anzhou, he does ten good deeds every day, and the people he kills are all sinful people.Then I wonder if he secretly drank wine and ate meat?Really want to know.

The boy next to him looks too evil!It's more beautiful than handsome.Is it a woman disguised as a man?No, he has an Adam's apple.To be able to give birth to such a monstrous son, I don't know what kind of godly appearance his parents should be?Really want to know.

Raising his head, the bird in the air keeps fluttering its wings to avoid, and behind it a vulture is swooping down, trying to catch the prey in front.Can it escape?Really want to know.

Time has never been so long, and he can't help but start reminiscing about the past.

The most beautiful widow Lin in the village when I was a child, I don't know if anyone will peek at her taking a bath now?
Xiaofang, a childhood sweetheart, who did she marry?

Want to know, want to know!

To live, I want to live!

He clenched the sword in his hand, and his eyes gradually became firmer!

Raising his head, what caught his eyes was the rain of swords all over the sky.

so beautiful
The wind continued to blow, and the clouds continued to float.

The young knight blushed nervously watching the battle, and the eyes of his childhood sweetheart and junior sister beside him were blurred.

Time begins to flow as if nothing happened.

The middle-aged man looked calm, and he still had one last question to ask the figure facing away from him in front of him.

"So you are really the descendant of 'Jian Yu Xiaoxiang'"

Wu Qiong shook his head: "I'm not."

"No?" The middle-aged swordsman lowered his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, "It's been eight years since 'Jian Yu Xiaoxiang' was ranked first on the list! You are so young."

Wu Qiong said calmly: "'Jianyu Xiaoxiang' drifted away and left the rivers and lakes after that night."

He turned around slowly:

"I am 'Jian Yu Xiaoxiang'. That year, I was 16 years old and she was 12 years old. Whenever she saw me, she would cry and laugh. She was such a strange girl."

Confuse!Shock!Suspect!unbelievable!

There was an exclamation from the surrounding crowd, but it was suppressed quickly.

No one spoke anymore, the young figure in the middle of their square, his mind went blank, as if he had lost the ability to speak.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" the legendary 'Jian Yu Xiaoxiang', who was number one in the past, asked in a flat tone.

"It's gone." The middle-aged swordsman let out a long sigh of relief and said in relief.

Wu Qiong nodded, ignored him, turned around and walked towards Li Jianshi, behind him, blood scattered like a blooming blood plum blossom.

On the ground, only the middle-aged swordsman with his head intact was left. Relying on the powerful vitality of the innate master, he barely held his last breath.

He didn't think about revenge, the last bit of consciousness remaining in his mind was indeed:

"As the first Xiantian in thousands of years to be defeated by Houtian warriors, am I going to be famous? Unfortunately, I can't even leave a whole body behind."

(End of this chapter)