Legend of Sword King

In front of a boy and a girl, a person who had the righteous heart of a country was undoubtedly full of charisma. They worshiped heroes and admired those with high morals. Their hearts were still somewhat pure, and they weren't polluted by the secular world, so they were worthy of respect.    

    

The young girl, Song Xuejun, was actually a little devil in the Song Family. She was not a good person. Otherwise, she would not have pulled others along with her if she drank too much. So when she was staring at Cheng Qing, she didn't evade at all. She was very bold.    

    

If it was an ordinary person, they would have to be a little hesitant if they were stared at in such a manner by Miss Song.    

    

But Cheng Qing didn't.    

    

He didn't take it seriously at all.    

    

In his previous life, Cheng Qing was a person with the surname Wang. Having the Ming Fist Sect in his hands was the same as having control over the justice of the Western Lion Empire. Moreover, there was also a brilliant military record of leading an army to resist the Uighur invasion and obtain unprecedented victory. At that time, the number of beautiful young women who admired him was as many as the number of crucian carp that crossed the river.    

    

Because of this, Cheng Qing had seen all sorts of scenes. Not to mention being stared at with infatuation, there were even many times when he took the initiative to throw himself into someone's arms. The girl in front of him, Song Xuejun, was bold but pure. She didn't make him feel uncomfortable at all.    

    

In a word, he had seen all sorts of storms and waves, so he wouldn't be in the mood anymore.    

    

"Even so, this little gift is just a token of my appreciation. It's actually not that valuable. If Mister Chen thinks highly of me, don't reject me." Song Xuejun's words were very proper and generous. This was the result of an outstanding education from the Feudal Lords. When they wanted to be polite, no one could find anything wrong with it.    

    

"Even so, I will accept it. Thank you, Miss Song." Cheng Qing didn't linger too long. Since it was difficult to refuse a favor, it would be better to accept it readily than pester a woman with grudges. He had never been a shy person.    

    

Song Qianshu didn't say anything at this moment and just watched from the side.    

    

He was getting more and more confident that Song Xuejun had the right impression of Cheng Qing. However, this was easy to understand as well. He himself admired Cheng Qing quite a bit. Although Song Xuejun was young, he still knew the character of a man with black hair and white hair, similar to him.    

    

What surprised Song Qianshu the most was that no matter how cordial and amiable he acted or how bold Song Xuejun's gaze was, Chen Qing did not show any signs of emotion nor did he act abnormally. This meant that Cheng Qing's heart had always been calm.    

    

However, as a core disciple of the Song Family, Song Qianshu's past was clearly different from this. Not to mention ordinary commoner disciples, even the young elites from upper-middle class aristocratic families were flattered and excited when they saw that he, Song Qianshu, was willing to show good will.    

    

Not only that, even the elders and the patriarchs of the aristocratic families, as long as he was willing to befriend them, Song Xuejun would show even the slightest bit of intimacy and would kowtow to them.    

    

But the Cheng Qing before them was still calm. That was not being humble or arrogant. Being neither humble nor arrogant was not enough to describe Cheng Qing's ease and naturalness.    

    

He was like a king, a true king. No matter where he went, no matter what he faced, he would remain calm.    

    

Such a state of mind made Song Qianshu feel deep veneration for him. This was the realm that he wanted to cultivate, but it was still far from being able to do so.    

    

He was not in a hurry, because he had always believed that having a state of mind that did not change before Mount Tai collapsed required at least half a century of experience.    

    

He was still young and had plenty of time to train. And he thought he had done well. After all, the people of the same age as him did not possess the same level of cultivation as him.    

    

Until now, when he met Cheng Qing.    

    

Only now did Song Qianshu realize that there was a mountain outside the mountain, and a person outside the mountain.