For this spear, Ling Feng's biggest impression is that Cangfei's predecessors played with great force, and when the old Taoist priest was pointing out the country, he also mentioned the spear kung fu of Diancang.

A white-haired old man was drinking tea with a purple 'colored' teapot, and Ling Feng could see at a glance that the teapot was the Yixing purple sand given by the old Taoist priest back then, because it was the result of Ling Feng's three months of following a purple sand master. The old man didn't want others to pour out the tea from the cup, but drank it directly with his mouth to the mouth of the teapot.

The old man was sitting alone in the huge courtyard, and Zuo Fei signaled to Ling Feng that it was Uncle Cangfei.

Ling Feng knew that even if the old Taoist priest came over, he would have to give Cang Fei some face, and the old Taoist priest said that Cang Fei was afraid that he would not be able to defeat Ling Feng in the first stick of incense, and he was afraid of losing face in front of the juniors, so he decided not to compete anymore. Ling Feng had quite an objection to this, he was young and vigorous at the beginning, and he was taught a miserable lesson by Cang Fei. After so many years, Ling Feng's heart once again ignited a trace of fighting spirit, if he was facing Cangfei now, would it still be a stick of incense?

"Uncle Shi, this is the Ling Feng I mentioned. Zuo Fei stood aside and said respectfully.

Ling Feng stood aside humbly, for his seniors, Ling Feng had always been very respectful.

Cang Fei squinted at Ling Feng, and then drank tea by himself, but there was no big reaction.

Zuo Fei was depressed, and when he mentioned the situation of meeting Ling Feng in the charm club to this eccentric uncle, he remembered that his uncle opened his eyes suddenly and showed great interest. It's just that Uncle Shi is like this now, which makes Zuo Fei a little embarrassed, and he doesn't know what to say.

Ling Feng smiled secretly in his heart, this senior was still the same as before, but it was okay like this, and he was still worried about what would change after so many years.

"Zuo Fei, bring me that spear. Cang Fei put down the cup and said, just ignoring Ling Feng again.

Ling Feng was not angry, and looked at this senior who he had known for a long time with a smile.

Zuo Fei didn't know what Uncle Shi wanted the spear for, the spear had been left there for a long time and hadn't moved, could it be that Uncle Shi wanted to play it today, thinking of this, Zuo Fei quickened his pace. Zuo Fei's master once said that in the Diancang faction, Cang Fei considered himself second, and no one dared to admit the first.

Zuo Fei quickly took the spear and held it in his hand.

Cang Fei slowly stood up, took the spear in Zuo Fei's hand, and walked straight to the center of the courtyard.

Without any unexpected preparation, Cang Fei directly played with the spear. The spear is in the hands of Cang Fei, long or short, fast or slow, when the tiger goes down the mountain, when it is quiet like a virgin, every place brings wind strength.

Ling Feng saw it in his eyes and was happy in his heart, Cang Fei was still not old, and he could still use the marksmanship of the legendary desert silver spear. That's right, Ling Feng saw it very clearly, he could use a spear to bring out the 'essence' of a spear, and only Cangfei's predecessors who were in Diancang could have such courage today. It's just that Ling Feng was a little curious, when the old Taoist priest spent two cans of high-grade 'female' red didn't impress Cang Fei to use the marksmanship of the desert silver spear, why is it displayed here today?

Another beautiful spear 'flower', Cang Fei suddenly changed his hand, clamped the blade of the spear with two fingers, and threw it straight to the wall in front of him.

There are no beautiful arcs, no ornate postures, and the spear is 'inserted' into the wall alive.

Ling Feng saw it very clearly, there was at least a distance of ten meters from Cang Fei to the soles of his feet to the wall, how much arm strength did it take to 'insert' the spear into the wall?

Zuo Fei also opened his eyes, a little unable to believe his eyes.

Cang Fei patted the dust on his hands, turned around and asked, "How many moves have you seen me?"

Zuo Fei was mostly appreciating Uncle Shi's performance, and replied a little unconvinced: "Back to Uncle Shi, I saw sixteen hands." ”

Cang Fei didn't say anything, and moved his gaze to Ling Feng.

"Thirty-seven hands, right?" Ling Feng replied with a smile.

Cang Fei nodded with satisfaction and asked, "Isn't it thirty-six?"

"I think the last hand is the most beautiful. Ling Feng pointed to the spear on the wall and said with a smile.

Cang Fei nodded undeniably, and at the same time muttered in his heart: You kid is as perverted as your master, which makes me embarrassed in front of the junior in Diancang.

Cang Fei returned to the stone bench, took a few sips of tea, looked at Ling Feng thoughtfully, and said, "I haven't seen you for ten years, right? ”

"The master is very good, his old man often mentions you, so that we juniors have to learn like you. Ling Feng replied.

Cang Fei put down the laughing teapot and said with a smile: "Don't make these crepes up, you masters and apprentices don't have any good things, sit down, I have something to ask you." ”

Ling Feng was not polite and sat down, this is the true appearance of Cang Fei's predecessors, and he is just a sullen old man.

"Zuo Fei, is your master here?" asked Cang Fei

Zuo Fei was still in a daze, for Uncle Shi's spear performance just now, he saw sixteen hands, and Ling Feng actually saw thirty-seven hands, is this the gap?

"The master is out on business, I can call him. Zuo Fei reacted suddenly and said quickly.

"Forget it, I'll tell him myself afterwards. Cang Fei said.

Zuo Fei nodded and said, "Got it." ”

"Oh, by the way, that kid from Ling Feng took a lot of things from the eighth master just now, right? Cang Fei continued.

Zuo Fei was a little embarrassed, after all, it was Ling Feng's thing, so he moved his gaze to Ling Feng.

"It's okay, bring it. Ling Feng said.

Ling Feng is not a stingy person, knowing that he knows that the marksmanship of the desert silver gun just now has benefited Ling Feng a lot.

After getting Ling Feng's consent, Zuo Fei ordered his subordinates to bring the fruit up, and at the same time went to the room to get a fruit bowl out of the room.

After everything was done, Zuo Fei consciously walked away.

The fruits have been washed, Cang Fei is not polite, took a bunch of things that look like grapes and ate them, and said from time to time when eating: Yes, the red fruit in the Western Regions is indeed delicious!

Ling Feng was surprised that the Eighth Master was really reluctant, and the extremely rare red-clothed countries in the Western Regions gave it to him. The redcoat country is produced in the Western Regions, and it is all wild, and it is difficult to feed artificially. The red fruit was born in the cool place of the back mountain, absorbing the "essence" of the earth, with the effect of nourishing the "yin" and nourishing the blood, and it is also a rare Chinese "medicine", because of this, the red fruit has always been a luxury for the royal family and nobles, and few people have seen it.

When it came to the Western Regions, the old Taoist priest had only mentioned it a few times, and he hadn't taken Ling Feng with him. According to the words of the old Taoist priest, there are many capable people in the Western Regions, and those people are extremely taboo about the arrival of outsiders, so it is better not to go if there is nothing to do. The old Taoist priest finally mentioned that one of the big regrets in this life was a defeat in Xiangxi, and that loss was very miserable.

Ling Feng saw that Cang Fei took another bunch of red-clothed fruits, and hurriedly took the remaining red-clothed fruits to his side. The red fruit is a treasure, and it is too 'wasteful' for Cang Fei, the old man, to eat. If you take it back and eat it for Momo, it has the effect of beautifying and beautifying the face, and that is the purpose of this red coat fruit.

Cang Fei laughed a few times, continued to eat the red fruit, and said, "Don't eat 'Lang', it's a waste of money, hurry up and eat it." ”

"Men eat more 'waste' money, you eat something else. Ling Feng shook his head and said.

Cang Fei put down the uneaten red fruit, began to look for new fruits, and finally picked up a sweet orange.

Ling Feng didn't know if there were any treasures in these unspeakable fruits, and when he saw Cang Fei take another fruit, he hurriedly looked at this Cang Fei in his hand and said, worried that what kind of treasure would be wasted by Cang Fei again.

"Are you wondering why your master didn't take you to the Western Regions?" Cang Fei asked with a smile.

Ling Feng's heart tightened, a hunter is a hunter, he can always see what the prey thinks, and Ling Feng is this prey now.

Ling Feng took the initiative to peel an orange, handed it to Cang Fei, and asked, "If you can, I'd like to hear the explanation." ”

Cang Fei took the orange, ate a few petals, and pondered, "Didn't your master mention it?"

"It's just a little bit, I don't know much. Ling Feng said.

Cang Fei put down the orange and asked, "You come to Jiangcheng, what does your master ask of you?"

Ling Feng thought for a while and said, "Bear with!"

"What else?" Cang Fei continued.

"I can't bear it, I don't have to endure it anymore!" Ling Feng replied.

Cang Fei nodded and said, "Then what do you think?"

Ling Feng really hadn't seriously thought about these issues, as for his own code of conduct, Ling Feng had always been deeply influenced by the old Taoist, but Ling Feng also knew that the old Taoist seemed to want to say something to himself.

"Have you ever thought about how to repay your master? He has raised you for so many years, have you ever thought about this problem?" asked Cang Fei.

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, as if the problem that had plagued him for many years had a brow, but he couldn't grasp the line.

"What does this have to do with not going to the Western Regions?" Ling Feng asked suspiciously.

Cang Fei ate a few petals of oranges and said with a smile: "I thought you could understand." ”

Ling Feng was even more suspicious, what does the old Taoist priest, the Western Regions, and himself have to do with it?

Seeing that Ling Feng was thinking about the problem seriously, Cang Fei continued: "If your master asks you to do something as a gift to him for nurturing you, what do you think?"

After Cang Fei's reminder, these problems were easily solved, could it be that the old Taoist priest had raised himself for so many years for his own purposes, thinking of this, Ling Feng suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart.

"Don't you feel a little sad?" Cang Fei asked.

Ling Feng was silent and did not answer.

"No matter what, you were brought up by your master. And that's what I think, and there may be some differences. Cang Fei said.

Yes, no matter what, after all, it was the old Taoist priest who raised him, Ling Feng was relieved all of a sudden, and he said that he would go to the ghost 'gate' to help the master ask for an explanation. And now there is another task, that is, to complete the trip to Xiangxi that the old Taoist priest has completed.

Seeing that Ling Feng's face had changed, Cang Fei knew that Ling Feng had already figured it out, and said with a smile: "Haven't you always wanted to learn the Desert Silver Spear? ”

Ling Feng smiled and nodded, knowing that Cang Fei's predecessor really wanted to teach himself, because Ling Feng's super "copying" ability Cang Fei was very clear.

This book was first published.

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