And Baili Qinghong now has nothing but a stigma.

Tuoba Mingzhu remembers that there is a word from people in the Central Plains called Mingzhu Mengchen. Baili Qinghong is the dusty pearl, and Tuoba Mingzhu is the dust covered with him.

Jun Wuhuan seemed not to notice what he said made both guests feel embarrassed. Instead, he smiled and said, "I heard that Mr. Baili is very skilled in martial arts, but I wonder if I can see it?"

"Young Master!" Without waiting for Tuoba Mingzhu and Baili Qinghong to react, Wen Hu, who was standing behind Jun Wuhuan, couldn't help but speak, "Young Master just ill last night..."

Jun Wuhuan raised his hand to stop him and said lightly: "When will I not be sick? It's just a discussion. What do you think Mr. Baili thinks?"

Baili Qinghong looked at Jun Wuhuan for a while and then said, "Young Master Changli has such a good mood, how dare you not follow me?"

So, the two of them stood back in the yard from the room. Xiaoxue, which was as scattered as salt, fell on their heads and quickly turned into water vapor and disappeared. Jun Wuhuan was still wearing the cloak, but it did not look bloated. Every move seemed to have a bit of elegance of a family. Baili Qinghong was wearing a blue outfit, and his expression was indifferent, but he looked more like a man in the world.

"please."

Baili Qinghong was not polite to him, and Jun Wuhuan's strength didn't need him to be polite at all. So after he nodded slightly, the silver light flashed and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed and stabbed at the person opposite. Jun Wuhuan's cloaked, and there was also a long sword under his sleeve. Compared with Baili Qinghong's sword, Jun Wuhuan's sword was slightly narrower and looked more simple and elegant, just like the gentleman's sword matched by the literati and poets. But Baili Qinghong knew the danger of this sword. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and the sword met Baili Qinghong without dodging.

The two swords passed through the opponent's sword edge at the same time and stabbed the opponent, but were avoided by both of them the next moment.

Tuoba Mingzhu stood under the eaves, looking nervously at the two people fighting in the yard. She and Baili Qinghong have been with each other for nearly ten years, and she knows him better than anyone else. Baili Qinghong was in a very bad mood today, although he did not show it.

Tuoba Mingzhu was unwilling to think about why he was in a bad mood. Maybe it was because of himself, maybe it was because of Zhuo Zheng, maybe it was because of Tuoba Xingye’s chat with him yesterday. If it were normal, Baili Qinghong would not have agreed to discuss with Jun Wuhuan so easily, but now... he obviously needs to vent his feelings.

However, the current situation has hurt Baili Qinghong Tuoba Mingzhu naturally does not want to, but Jun Wuhuan cannot get into evil.

The two people who were stabbing in the yard had their original sharp moves getting faster and faster. Tuoba Mingzhu, who could still watch the game, could hardly see their moves clearly. She could only be heartbroken by the ordinary collision of the two swords. Even those who were watching the game could not help but feel that these two people were really angry.

Tuoba Mingzhu frowned, "Does Changli Gongzi have any celebrations with Jinzhi?" Jun Wuhuan suddenly spoke out and invited him to discuss, which seemed a little too abrupt.

Wen Hu, who was standing next to watch the battle, heard Tuoba Mingzhu's words, looked at her and said, "Our young master and Mr. Baili have no holiday. However... Mr. Baili last night, someone came to greet us."

Greetings? What kind of greetings? Tuoba Mingzhu frowned slightly, and a strange thought suddenly flashed across the two figures who were getting stronger and stronger.
Chapter completed!