Huang Xiaolong went with the old man in Tang costume.

In fact, Huang Xiaolong was a little curious about the extremely mysterious Ying Aoshan. What was even more curious was whether Ying Kexin, the maid of the Ghost King, was the ancestor of the "Ying Family" of the ancient martial arts family.

The people in the Sun family are all excited.

Huang Xiaolong was favored by Ying Aoshan, and in this way, the Sun family also felt like they were ascended to heaven by one person.

Sun Wei was not jealous, but just looked at Huang Xiaolong with the obsessive look of the little girl admiring the great hero.

At this time, Wei Feiyang and the Wei family were all very resentful. Especially Wei Feiyang, staring at Huang Xiaolong's back, his eyes full of hatred and murderous intent. If the eyes could kill people, Huang Xiaolong would have been executed by Ling Chi long ago.

"Boy, I remember you!" Wei Feiyang gritted his teeth, then glared at the Sun family fiercely, especially when he saw Sun Wei, there was a greed that could not be concealed in his eyes. He said secretly, "Boy, since you have taken Miss Ying Aoshan's lead, I will have to play with this woman around you! Such a beautiful girl is just right in my appetite!"

Wei Feiyang is extremely ambitious. In recent years, he has been practicing piano skills hard to meet his preferences, chasing Ying Aoshan and praying for one step to reach the sky. Now, he has lost in music and lost to Huang Xiaolong. He is particularly unwilling to accept his revenge on Huang Xiaolong!

"Let's go!" Wei Feiyang led the crowd away. "So what if you have high piano skills? You'll kill it with one punch! Let's see!"

...

The old man in Tang suit led Huang Xiaolong through a lush bamboo and came to a small house.

The furnishings in the small house are extremely simple, with tables, chairs and couches all made of bamboo. There is a picture of ink bamboo hanging on the wall, with the brushstrokes and ink traces dripping, which is quite sequential. On the table is a jade zither and a flute.

At this time, a girl in her early twenties was sitting next to the wooden table. Huang Xiaolong looked at her and felt a sense of stunning!

She was wearing a light yellow silk shirt, light yellow silver mud clouds, a hibiscus crown, a five-color flower silk skirt, a five-color silk fan, and a mud gold shoes. She had a slender figure, a slender waist, a beautiful jade neck, and a white skin. She felt more charming and colorful when she shone. Her eyes were deep and black, and the watery and bright rays shone brightly when she looked around.

She is really a rare beauty.

This outfit is similar to Hanfu, but it is a bit different.

"Young Master, Ao Shan's ancestor is the royal family of the Qin Dynasty. Therefore, he usually likes to wear Qin Dynasty costumes to commemorate his ancestors. I hope the young master will not think it is too abrupt." The girl smiled slightly and looked at Huang Xiaolong carefully. There was an unconcealed admiration in her eyes. There was also tears on her pretty face that was broken. It seemed that she was indeed moved to tears by Huang Xiaolong's song "Hundred Birds Paying to the Phoenix".

This is Ying Aoshan, a beautiful woman who is fascinating to the whole country, and she is quaint. She is not what Huang Xiaolong guessed before, but she is an ugly monster.

Moreover, Huang Xiaolong discovered that Ying Aoshan’s eyebrows and eyes were really a bit like the ghost king Ying Kexin!

"Please sit down, young master." The old man in Tang Dynasty asked Huang Xiaolong to sit opposite Ying Aoshan, and poured out a bowl of green tea from a pottery teapot on the table, saying, "Please use tea."

"Have you asked the grand name of the young master? "Ying Aoshan's voice is glutinous.

Don’t look at the weak appearance of this girl, she is actually a master of ancient martial arts. Huang Xiaolong saw at a glance that 15 true qi were condensed in her body, which was even more powerful than the old man in the Tang suit, and far surpassed Yan Pianpian of the Yan family.

"Oh... Why do people from your top ten ancient martial arts families speak like ancient people?" Huang Xiaolong laughed, picked up the tea cup and drank a sip of tea. "My name is Huang Xiaolong. This time I came to Jiangnan City with the Sun Family in Binhai. I heard that Miss Ying Aoshan, you are the referee of the Jiangnan City ring boxing competition this year?"

Ying Aoshan didn't expect Huang Xiaolong to speak so directly. She was stunned for a moment and nodded slightly. "Yes, this time Aoshan represents the Ying family and hosts the annual ring boxing competition in Jiangnan City. The referee is not Aoshan, but Yun Bo."

"Binhai Sun Family? Oh, I remembered it, the Sun Family that inherited Sun Bin's Fist." The old man in Tang costume was the "Yun Bo" that Ying Aoshan said. A look of disdain flashed through his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then smiled. "Don't worry, Mr. Huang, within the rules, I will definitely give Binhai Sun Family the greatest care."

"Oh, take care of it? This is not needed. I will box on behalf of the Sun family at that time. No one is my opponent, and I don't need any care." Huang Xiaolong said for granted.

Huang Xiaolong knew that Yun Bo disdained the Sun family and he disagreed. Anyway, with him there, the Sun family would only be the biggest winner in this year's ring boxing competition.

Upon hearing this, Yun Bo and Ying Aoshan looked at each other.

Both of them are masters of ancient martial arts, and their eyes are naturally very vicious. In their opinion, Huang Xiaolong does not look like a master who has condensed his true energy.

Huang Xiaolong's body also seems weaker than ordinary boxers.

Just such a thin boy actually made a bold statement and wanted to sweep the boxing competition arena in Jiangnan City, which is a bit arrogant!

‘This... this young man is just a person who has excellent piano skills, ordinary in other aspects, but likes to brag and behave like to be a good person?’ I couldn’t help but weaken Yun Bo’s gratitude and appreciation for Huang Xiaolong.

In the eyes of warriors, real force is the most important thing. If you like unrealistic bragging, it will be disgusting.

Yun Bo said quietly. "Young Master Huang, it is said that there will be a master who condenses true energy on this year's boxing competition arena... You must not be entitled to it."

"The Grandmaster is nothing great, either." Huang Xiaolong said naturally.

"This!" Uncle Yun finally got a little angry, "Young master, be low-key and introverted. A mountain is higher than a mountain!"

Yun Bo was grateful to Huang Xiaolong and said frankly. As the saying goes, loyal words are unpleasant. If a person like Huang Xiaolong is really on the battlefield, it will easily cause death.

At this time, even Ying Aoshan was a little unhappy.

She and Yun Bo are both masters who have inherited the true ancient martial arts. Huang Xiaolong speaks loudly in front of them, and he simply doesn't know that the world is high.

"Young Master Huang, let's have lunch together." Ying Aoshan's enthusiasm also faded. She wanted to ask Huang Xiaolong for piano skills, but when she saw Huang Xiaolong's arrogant look, her heart faded.

She clapped her hands, and immediately there were several pretty girls wearing Qin clothes. She walked over with a tray and put some dishes with all kinds of colors, fragrance and flavor on the table.

Huang Xiaolong was not stupid. He saw that Ying Aoshan and Yun Bo were disgusted with him.

‘Hehe, do you think I should be flattered when I have lunch with me? Hahahaha, I am so laughing to death… In fact, on the contrary, I am willing to have a meal with you, so you should be grateful. That is the blue smoke coming from your ancestral grave!’

‘It is very likely that your ancestors are all a little maid next to me…why are you so arrogant?’

"Miss Ying Aoshan, Uncle Yun, it seems that you are very disdainful of me..." Huang Xiaolong said with a smile, and then looked directly at Ying Aoshan. "You are about to die, but I don't know. Fortunately, you meet me and can save you..."

"What?" Ying Aoshan and Yun Bo were shocked.

The next second, Yun Bo's aura spread all over his body and his face turned pale. "Young Xiaolong, I am grateful for your piano skills, which allowed me to break through the barriers of martial arts, but you... humiliated my Miss Aoshan in person... There are many crazy men in the world, but, Mr. Huang Xiaolong, it is a bit inappropriate for you to introduce the wildness in front of my Miss!"

Ying Aoshan's pretty face turned cold and she said calmly. "Why did Mr. Huang say this?"

Ying Aoshan is the ancient martial arts master who condensed 15 true qi. He basically never gets sick, and even poison can't kill her.

Huang Xiaolong actually said that she was about to die. Isn’t this a fantasy?

"Hahahahaha" Huang Xiaolong stood up. "So, you can find an empty bowl, make a bowl of water, and then spit a mouthful of saliva into this bowl of water. If your saliva sinks, it means your life is not long. If saliva floats on the water, it means I misread it. In addition, if you hold a few soybeans in your mouth and spit it out after half a minute. If the soybeans are swollen and the bean coat falls off, it means you are almost dead. On the contrary, if the soybeans don't rot or take off their clothes, it means I'm clumsy and misread."

"Well, that's it, I'll leave first, and I don't care about your meal. If you want to survive, remember to come and ask me... Hahahaha~" After saying that, Huang Xiaolong left.

"Young Master Huang Xiaolong! You are too crazy!" Yun Bo was really angry.

Over the years, no one has dared to be so rude in front of the Ying family.

If it weren't for Huang Xiaolong's kindness to him, he would have left Huang Xiaolong and punished him.

"Forget it, Uncle Yun, I think this young master Huang doesn't seem to be simple." Ying Aoshan thought for a while and said to a pretty girl. "Give me a bowl of water and prepare a few fresh soybeans."

"Miss, do you really believe in him?" Yun Bo was helpless.

"It's okay to try it." Ying Aoshan smiled.
Chapter completed!