The eldest lady is both a doctor and a warrior, they love her so much

"Frost Sword?"

"Ah, the twin swords, let me guess, but Fei Jing and Hong Yuan?"

The visitor said nothing, but after recognizing the sword used by Hua Xin, the coldness in his body receded a little like the tide.

Hua Xin looked at the person standing against the light, the smile on her face blooming like a spring flower, but her two fingers remained motionless.

Feeling that the other party wanted to withdraw, she said: "Swords that come at me always have only destruction as their end. I'm afraid you, Fei Jing or Hong Yuan, will be defeated here."

"I..." Qingge moved, but found that she couldn't pull it out at all, as if she was being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.

"Oh? So you're planning to withdraw? How would I know if you don't tell me? I'm not a worm in your stomach."

A faint smile appeared on Hua Xin's face, like a blooming peach blossom. She gently raised her right hand and snapped her fingers.

There was another "ding" sound, and the sword body vibrated like a surging wave, causing Qingge's knuckles to become numb.

This time I was really scared.

What a strong internal force!

"I...I'll retreat."

"Too late!" Hua Xin let go at the same time, but struck out again in an instant, and the palm wind swept over like a storm.

Qingge almost fell backwards due to the sudden loss of strength. Then, feeling the palm wind from Hua Xin, he used his lightness skills to turn around and dodge.

"Qinggong is also good."

Hua Xin commented, and chased after him the next moment.

He escapes, she chases, and he can't fly.

In the end, Qingge was caught by Hua Xin on the branch of a banyan tree.

"Feijing and Hongyuan are a pair of mandarin duck swords. The only difference is the patterns on the handles."

Qingge was slightly out of breath. He had underestimated Hua Xin's strength. Whether in internal strength or lightness skills, he was slightly inferior to her.

Hua Xin was a little surprised. She originally thought Qingge only knew some martial arts, but after seeing the pair of mandarin duck swords, she changed her mind.

As he owns the Mandarin Duck Sword, two of the ten famous swords - Feijing and Hongyuan, his martial arts skills must be strong at least.

And this time, she found that the opponent was just as she thought, and the experience was quite good.

But how did such a person end up in the Theater?

Anyone who can be in the Theatre of Performers has a clean identity and background, but how could such a person appear in the Theatre of Performers?

Could this be the reason why Yao's mother asked her to take charge?

"Young Miss is so amazing. I have to admit I am better than you." Qingge spoke after feeling that she had recovered a little.

"who are you?"

Hua Xin turned around gently and looked at Qingge who was leaning against the tree trunk.

Her eyes moved from his face to his hands, and finally rested on the sword.

"Miss, you know, my name is Qingge."

"Haha, that's boring. Qingge's name sounds like it was chosen by the Actor's House, and it's no different from the former Young Master Qingqiu and Young Master Qingya. And since your name is Qingge, you naturally want to compete for the top spot in the Actor's House. But what I'm curious about is, since you are so good at martial arts, wouldn't you be buried in the Actor's House?"

"If I say I'm here for the young lady, can you believe me?"

"You wore a mask and told me that you came for me? Do you think I believed you?" Hua Xin took advantage of his unpreparedness and raised the Frost Sword and exerted a little strength. Seeing this, the latter immediately used Qinggong to retreat, but one of his hands missed.

"Hey, I got Feijing."

"Miss, please return the sword to me."

There was a strange flash in Qingge's eyes, but the words he said were still damn cold.

"Well... so uncute. You're still so cold even when I beg you to return your sword. Oh no, you're so tsundere!" Hua Xin looked at Qingge who was tightly grasping the other sword, feeling a bit like she was addicted to bullying.

Seeing that the other party remained silent, Hua Xin said, "Or I can give you the Frost Sword and we can exchange?"

"The Frost Sword is a soft sword, and I am not suitable for it." Qingge was telling the truth.

"So what if it's a soft sword? It's good to wrap it around your waist when you don't need it. Others won't be able to see it." Hua Xin said this, but she had already put away the Frost Sword. "Why don't you come and get it yourself?"

Every time Hua Xin took a step forward, Qingge took a step back, and gradually they had nowhere to retreat.

"Tsk, I was wondering why you looked so out of place in the Theater! Not only did you wear a mask, but you also pretended to be able to play the pipa. Even your cautious attitude in front of me was fake, right? Although I don't know how you got in, the Theater will not take in people with unclear motives. If you leave on your own initiative, I can let it go."

"I'm not pretending, I really can play the pipa." Qingge stared at Hua Xin intently. Even though she was attracted to her every time, she was convincing herself that she should not be deceived.

"Oh? Do you know "Song of the Frontier", "Ambush from All Sides", "The King Takes Off His Armor", "The Waves Wash Away the Sand", and "The Best of the Best"? "

Hua Xin recited five famous pipa pieces in one breath and looked at Qingge with interest.

Just by looking at him, I was attracted by his hands that were as smooth as green onions and as delicate as cream.

Wow, this hand is quite beautiful.

The last time I saw such beautiful hands, they belonged to Nangong Ziqiu.

Thinking of Nangong Ziqiu, Hua Xin looked at the person in front of her and subconsciously asked, "Are you from Nanxun Country?"

Qingge was stunned and didn't say anything.

"No way? No way? Are you really from Nanxun Country?"

Hua Xin felt that among such a unique person, Nangong Ziqiu was enough, and this person was obviously approaching her with a purpose, so she would not be easily attracted.

"I know all the songs you just mentioned." Qingge answered Hua Xin's question.

"Oh, I'm not interested in knowing." Hua Xin said, then jumped off the fence and shook Fei Jing in her hand. "If you want this sword back, come find me. I think since you know who I am, you should also know where to find me, right?"

Hua Xin left without waiting for Qingge to answer.

Qingge just stood there, his eyes following the red dress, the skirt lifted by the breeze, and the graceful figure. Until he could no longer see anything, he sighed softly: "What on earth am I doing..."

In the twilight, Wen Mo showed up on his own initiative. Before he could say anything, Hua Xin teased him, "Hey, why did you come out?"

Hua Xin looked around and asked curiously, "There's no one here! I'm safe."

"Miss, do you need to check his background?" Wen Mo knew that he had acted on his own, but he couldn't help himself.

Hua Xin paused slightly, she naturally knew who Wen Mo was talking about.

"Okay! I'm also curious about what you can find out. But there is only one person who can use Feijing and Hongyuan. The clue is very clear, but this person should not be here."

Wen Mo followed Hua Xin slowly and replied softly, "Yes."

"Okay, go home."

Hua Xin continued walking. Under the moonlight, the shadows of the two people were stretched very long, as if they were closely pressed together.