Senior brother didn't talk much before, but now he still doesn't talk much.

It's not that he cherishes words like gold and welcomes others with indifference, it's just that many times the senior brother can always hit the nail on the head when he speaks, and his words are always concise and effective, which is completely opposite to Jiang Manlou, who has a lot of nonsense and does not reach the meaning of words.

Therefore, where Jiang Manlou haunts, the senior brother is always reluctant to stay longer. In this regard, Luo Changfeng has no other way.

It's like right in front of you.

After dinner, Luo Changfeng and his senior brother went to the mansion to look at the lights of thousands of homes covered by heavy snow. I wanted to talk about the past ten years with my senior brother, and I was talking about the key points, but Jiang Manlou appeared.

"Why did Uncle Shi leave again?"

"Probably because of you. ”

"I, the lord of this mountain, haven't seen his old man for ten years, where do you dare to offend?"

"Senior brother said you were too long-winded!"

Jiang Manlou did not refute, in fact, he did not dare to refute.

Ten years ago, in Bodhi Academy, he was in awe of Huang Fuyi.

Now that Huang Fuyi has changed his skin, he has also grown into a noble mountain master, but that awe has not diminished in the slightest.

Of course, the main reason is that Jiang Manlou is afraid of knives. The knife that can break a thousand calamities with the heavenly sword, Jiang Manlou respects it unconditionally......

"Uncle Ancestor He ......"

Jiang Manlou glanced back to confirm, and only after seeing Huang Fuyi leave did he continue: "How did you survive?"

Luo Changfeng shook his head.

He asked his senior brother about it, but he didn't get a specific answer.

Ten years ago, the statue of Tiandong and the twelve stars under the seat destroyed the academy and destroyed 3,000 Bodhi. Huang Fuyi and the smoke-breaker died in the battle, and their bodies were buried by Luo Changfeng himself.

He doesn't believe in resurrection from the dead. The only thing that can be explained is the detached primordial spirit.

This is also the answer that the senior brother gave him.

"The escaped primordial god occupied Liu Yaotian's physique and drove the shell, and then used ten years to adapt to this body?" Jiang Manlou looked at Luo Changfeng.

Luo Changfeng sighed lightly: "Senior brother doesn't want to say, how can I ask." ”

"Just because he's a senior brother?"

"I only have one senior brother!"

Luo Changfeng looked at the lights of Wanjia, and there was a warmth in the countless candles that seemed to be like stars. No one knows how much joy is hidden in his calm heart when he reunites with his senior brother, which is the relief and excitement that can't be exchanged for ten years of life.

It is already a gift to live, so how dare you beg for anything else.

Jiang Manlou no longer dwelled on this topic: "There is something that needs to be discussed with you." ”

"What?"

"The lord of this mountain intends to open an inn in the Wind and Snow Silver City. ”

"Why, the Jiang family's business has been cold recently?"

"What are these words? The Jiang family's industries are all over the world and have a wide range of activities. Food, clothing, housing, and transportation, which escaped the Jiang family's trademark? Although the main organ of this mountain has a brilliant mathematical talent and is unparalleled in the world, it is also necessary for the world to see that Jiang Manlou is versatile. ”

Luo Changfeng asked, "What are you going to do?"

Jiang Manlou's expression was very serious: "Within ten years, the Huamanlou Inn has opened all over the world, and Fengxue Yincheng is the first treasure. ”

Luo Changfeng didn't speak, he withdrew his gaze that was deeply fascinated by the lights of Wanjia, and looked downstairs.

The light of the sword as bright as the moon and the sound of breaking wind attracted his attention.

He saw a blue shadow fluttering like a butterfly.

The cold knife light cuts many lines into the night, like calligraphy, which has an ultimate sense of beauty.

Shenque, Tianxuan, Fengfu, Shaking Light......

Jiang Manlou narrowed his eyes.

The mountain master who had taught Liu Thirteen and Seventeen Road Knives on behalf of Luo Changfeng was no stranger to these star positions: "Is it a crutch knife?"

That's a crutch.

Nangong Jiu practiced swords in the Silver Tree Garden.

Under the lights, snow and silver flakes.

The young and energetic Liu Shisan and Song Lingyun, as well as the little monk, should be willing to watch the knife from the sidelines.

It was a young picture, and Luo Changfeng thought of the academy in a trance.

"Your apprentice is not inferior to the young two swords of the broken family in terms of comprehension and talent, and the ninth Tianque seems to be a little condescending. Jiang Manlou said appreciatively.

I advise you to think more about yourself, and if you are so lazy, in three years, you may not be as good as your juniors. ”

Luo Changfeng left a word, and jumped down from the mansion.

Jiang Manlou, who was poked in the sore spot, was suddenly full of grievances, and had nowhere to tell, so he had to point downstairs and shout: "Three years later, the head of this family will definitely be a catastrophe!"

......

"Meet Master. ”

Luo Changfeng, who was as light as a feather, landed on the ground with silver flowers on his toes.

Nangong Jiu put away his knife and saluted with Liu Shisan.

Luo Changfeng nodded slightly, stretched out his palm, and a sword book appeared: "This is the result of many years of sword cultivation for the teacher, which records that you need to understand the reason, and you don't have to reshape." After all, Zhou Tian has countless stars, if you really want to think about it, the stars and rivers in the sky can be knives, and there is no such thing as seventeen or nineteen. ”

Nangong Jiu's blue eyes looked at Luo Changfeng, her brilliance was bright, and she stretched out her little hand of Jasper and respectfully held the nameless sword book: "Disciple, remember Master's teachings. ”

Luo Changfeng glanced at Liu Shisan: "During the period when the teacher is not in Yincheng, you can cultivate the knife together with Senior Sister Nangong." If you don't understand, you can ask Master Jiang, he will stay in Yincheng for a little longer. ”

Liu Shisan glanced at his senior sister, and when he saw the other party's eyes shining, he suddenly felt a little red-faced, and then lowered his head.

Nangong Jiu didn't pay attention to Liu Shisan's green expression, she was slightly surprised: "Senior Uncle Jiang can also use a knife?"

Luo Changfeng looked up at the upstairs: "I have been with my fellow teachers for more than ten years, and I will always be able to talk on paper." ”

Jiang Manlou, who was drinking alone in the mansion, sneezed inexplicably.

Nangong Jiu, who had always been indifferent, looked at the silver-haired and handsome master, and hid his face and smiled.

That smile made Liu Thirteen intoxicated.

Song Lingyun, who was on the side, saw the appearance of his senior brother and felt slightly sour, and suddenly cried: "Master doesn't care about me......"

For the little apprentice Song Lingyun, these days of getting along, Luo Changfeng can be regarded as having a comprehension of his elves.

The Lord's Mansion of the Silver City of the Great Wind and Snow City, this girl only listens to the words of the master mother. Later, when I thought about it, I was relieved, An Hongdou was as old as Song Lingyun, and I was afraid that he was already carrying a sword everywhere looking for someone to compete with him. The little girl's crying really can't get into the eyes of the master mother, and it is reasonable for one thing to drop another.

Luo Changfeng rubbed Xiao Songsong's head dotingly: "Would you like to learn knives from the master?"

"What's there to learn about a murder knife?" An Hongdou's voice came from the flower hall.

It was still a red dress that she never got tired of looking at, and the Lord of Fengxue Silver City glanced at Luo Changfeng with a smile, with a hint of coquettishness in her eyes.

"I've seen my sister. ”

"Good boy, don't be polite. ”

An Hongdou held the Linglong sword in her hand and pulled the little girl Song Lingyun back to her side: "Learn the sword from the master." ”

The little girl smiled again: "Thank you, Master." ”

Song Lingyun, who burst into tears and laughed in an instant, happily made a grimace at the little monk, and the little monk bowed his head with his palms together.

Luo Changfeng was helpless, so he had to summon the thirteen broken swords in the Huanhua Washing Sword Diagram.

At the beginning, the white-clothed Luo Bing thirteen swords, shining on the sunshine, through the clouds, and leading the river monument...... One by one, they were suspended in front of the little girl.

Luo Changfeng pretended to be stern: "Don't be lazy in the future! When I return to the city, I will test your cultivation!"

"What, you're leaving?"

The smile on An Hongdou's cheeks gradually faded, and she looked at Luo Changfeng, and there was a trace of reluctance that turned into tears and flashed her eyes.