Legend of Sword King

When he thought of this, Song Qianshu secretly felt ashamed. At the same time, he blamed himself for not having thought of this in time. When he thought here, Song Qianshu could not help but look deeply at Cheng Qing. There was no longer any sense of superiority with ordinary commoners in his eyes — a sense of superiority with regards to knowledge and wisdom. On the contrary, Cheng Qing's personality was very calm and meticulous, even surpassing his by a hair's breadth, causing him to have a whole new level of respect for him.    

    

Initially when he first met Cheng Qing, Song Qianshu was only shocked by the other party's superior assassination techniques that far surpassed cultivators of the same cultivation level. After he was saved by Cheng Qing, he began to admire the other party's righteousness and magnanimity.    

    

As one of the young geniuses of the Song Family, although Song Qianshu did not have arrogance, it was impossible for him to not have pride. He had a self-confidence that could let someone else go, wanting him to be convinced was not an easy matter.    

    

But even so, Song Qianshu had never thought that other than having a cultivation base and battle prowess, Cheng Qing would also be able to firmly suppress him in terms of perception and temperament. This was the hardest thing for Song Qianshu, who had been educated and trained diligently by his family since he was a child, to accept.    

    

Because Cheng Qing was just a commoner.    

    

However, just from the incident just now, although Cheng Qing had acted too domineeringly when he was at the military's yamen, and seemed to be very impulsive, he had quickly calmed down afterwards, without leaving any trace of emotion behind. At this moment, he could analyze the entire matter rationally and think clearly about how Qi Donglin would take revenge on him.    

    

Song Qianshu suddenly remembered that when Chen Qing was making a ruckus at the Ministry of War's yamen, although he was acting very arrogantly and looking incomparably impulsive, he had completely lost his reason — after all, he was making an enemy out of the military. However, when he saw Cheng Qing, his expression was calm.    

    

That's right, Cheng Qing hadn't changed his expression even when he was in the military. He hadn't shouted at all, claiming that he had met with injustice, and that he would die together with the officials of the military, pulling them down with him.    

    

Song Qianshu recalled the look in Cheng Qing's eyes, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was amiss. Cheng Qing's eyes were too calm.    

    

However, in a situation like that, for someone to be able to remain calm even after doing such a thing, it was simply a contradiction.    

    

In Song Qianshu's opinion, even if it was Song Zhenfeng, there were only a few elders and the head of the family who had such a dignified demeanor.    

    

That awe-inspiring presence was called the style of a general.    

    

Only great generals could remain calm and composed when the two armies were at loggerheads and hundreds of thousands battling each other.    

    

When he thought of this, Song Qianshu suddenly felt that it was absurd.    

    

Cheng Qing was only 16 or 17 years old, how could he be the same as the generals on the battlefield?    

    

Which great general on the battlefield didn't come from a place like Cheng Qing, where they climbed out of a pile of corpses after experiencing countless bloody battles … Even if one was a genius, it was still impossible for them to hone themselves like this, right?    

    

Cheng Qing's bearing, however, could not be faked. He might not be able to see it in times of trouble, but he was as dazzling as the sun and the moon when it came to a major event like the Department of War.    

    

Song Qianshu's heart was filled with mixed emotions.    

    

He thought to himself: What kind of person is this?    

    

Cheng Qing didn't know that in such a short period of time, Song Qianshu had already thought of so many things. The young elites of aristocratic families were naturally not simple characters. With their good family education, they had long since trained their thinking to be very efficient.