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"Good marksmanship!"

Fengchen stared at the Dajue Gun in his hand, overjoyed.

With the spirit realm, the tempered physique of the spirit soldiers, and the all-inclusive Great Yan Jue Lingtai, this set of marksmanship has been learned in less than two hours before and after.

Of course, in terms of power, Fengxue marksmanship is naturally not as good as Dajue's marksmanship, but now he has only learned a few tricks of Dajue's marksmanship, and although the power is great, the changes are insufficient.

And the wind and snow marksmanship can make up for this shortcoming.

Ordinary battles, mainly wind and snow marksmanship, to the critical moment, and then to the great jue marksmanship to stand out, even if the realm is higher than their own opponents, caught off guard, but also hate!

And when his sea of qi is filled and the spirit platform is improved again, the power of these two marksmanship will be greatly enhanced. When the time comes, supplemented by the increase in the attack power of Tianyan Chess, with this Dajue gun in his hand, he will break out of a road to heaven in this battle of life and death, and he will have a lot of grasp!

After resting for a while, Fengchen began to practice Fengxue marksmanship again.

With the help of the Huishen Realm, the nine-stroke marksmanship became more and more proficient, and the conversion was becoming more and more round, and the gun went as he wished. For a while, in the bluestone room, I saw a snowstorm and a gun like a dragon.

And at this moment, there are already a few more people in the small courtyard.

Qingsha sat quietly in a corner under the eaves, quietly watching the practice stone room.

In the small courtyard, Feng Shangxue stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes lowered, feeling the subtle movement in the stone room, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile of relief.

Mrs. Yu sat on Fengchen's recliner, drinking the tea poured by Yuluo, and glanced at the green yarn from time to time. The expression is puffed up, a little jealous, and a little helpless.

"Little vixen!"

Although Mrs. Rain's voice was small, it just so happened that everyone in the small courtyard could hear it. Qingsha could naturally hear it, so she turned her eyes slightly and looked at Mrs. Yu, revealing a sweet smile with a hint of shyness.

As if to be complimented.

Mrs. Yu was so angry that she stared at Feng Shangxue, but she saw Feng Shangxue looking up at the sky, looking unaware.

Yuluo covered her mouth and smiled, and gave Qingsha a strange look, and Qingsha lowered her head and returned to her previous quiet appearance.

At this moment, Feng Shangxue's expression moved, and his eyes fell on the door of the practice room.

The door opened, and Fengchen walked out.

"Dad, mother, Sister Yuluo......"

Seeing that his parents were there, a trace of strangeness flashed in Fengchen's eyes, and his gaze unnaturally fell on Qingsha. But I saw that Qingsha's face was light.

"Okay, okay, something without conscience," Mrs. Yu stepped forward to check Fengchen's condition with concern, and saw that although he was sweating profusely, his spirit was vigorous and complete, and she said angrily at the moment, "I didn't embarrass your people, hurry up and take a bath." When you come to Boyun Courtyard in a while, your father is still looking for you to do something. ”

Well. Fengchen agreed, and set his sights on Feng Shangxue.

"Good practice. Feng Shangxue nodded to him and turned straight away, and Mrs. Yu glanced at the green yarn, and followed with Yuluo.

In the small courtyard, tranquility was restored.

Fengchen and Qingsha looked at each other, at first, Qingsha's eyes had a hint of a charming smile, but gradually, her eyes became a little puzzled.

In front of him, Fengchen's eyes have always been so clear and clear.

Qingsha bit her lip and stood up: "I'll go and prepare a bath for you." ”

Fengchen smiled slightly and nodded.

Leaving the small courtyard, Mrs. Yu walked quietly beside Feng Shangxue, and when she passed a small bamboo forest, she suddenly stopped.

"Thinking about Qingsha?" Feng Shangxue stopped and turned to look at her.

"Hmm!" Mrs. Yu nodded, looking melancholy, "I'm afraid she will ...... Chen'er"

"She is Chen'er's furnace, in this world, she may harm anyone, including you and me, but she will definitely not harm Chen'er. Feng Shangxue said lightly, "You're too careful." ”

"However, now Chen'er ......" Mrs. Yu was a little unwilling.

"Chen'er used to be a waste, so you left him alone. Qingsha is also happy to see it, "Fengshang Xue Dao, "Now that Chen'er has shown extraordinary talent, he may even enter the Qingxian Sect in the future, so you are starting to worry." Worried that Chen'er's future will be dragged down by her?"

Mrs. Yu's face turned red, and she immediately said angrily: "As long as you are smart, you are kind! I didn't let you be a wicked person, can't I be a wicked person myself?"

Feng Shangxue shook her head and smiled bitterly: "Did you see Chen'er when she came out just now, you saw how Qingsha was at first glance, for fear that we would ...... The relationship between him and Qingsha is extraordinary, it's not what we can imagine, you have to think clearly, what you want to do, whether Chen'er will agree. ”

Mrs. Yu was speechless for a long time, and said indignantly: "This little one has no conscience!"

Scolding, she frowned slightly, and sighed: "But Qingsha, after all, her identity is unknown, and she is still ......."

"Or is it an evil witch?" Feng Shangxue smiled slightly, "Twilight Sword has been checking her identity, and she already has some eyebrows, and it is roughly certain that she is not from our Southern God Kingdom." Rather, it came from the west. As for what evil witches...... In my Feng Shangxue's family, I am still afraid of one more demon maid?"

Saying this, Feng Shangxue should take the lead.

"My son is not afraid, am I still afraid of being a father? I want to see which righteous gentleman, the demon guard has been removed from my Feng Shangxue's head!"

Mrs. Yu stared at Feng Shangxue's back, her expression was worried and helpless, and finally paused: "These two fathers and sons...... Okay, okay, I don't care, let you men toss ......"

Although it is a curse, but the words and expressions are quite a little lady who has a good husband and a good son.

Poof, Yuluo laughed out loud.

......

After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, Fengchen arrived at Boyun Courtyard.

"I'm going to leave Fanyang in a while and go to Nanyuntai to see the old immortals," Feng Shangxue got straight to the point, "There are two things that call you here." The first thing is that the Qing family has already come to Fanyang, the Yan family has also come, and there are children of several other families, including Shen Zhenkang. ”

Hearing the Qing family's Yan family, Fengchen's expression remained unchanged.

This was to be expected.

However, when he heard the name Shin Zhenkang, his eyes narrowed slightly.

At the beginning, it was this person who led him to see the sunny weather and rain.

Feng Shangxue saw the change in Fengchen's expression in his eyes, and smiled slightly: "The second thing, the person you want, has been prepared for you, and the Dusk Sword will take you there in a while." How to use it, you arrange it yourself. As long as it's not a big problem, I won't interfere with you. ”

"Yes. Fengchen nodded in response.

Feng Shangxue turned around and was about to walk, but suddenly stopped, and turned her head to look at him: "You picked up the green yarn, and in the past ten years, I have never talked to you about anything. I didn't talk about it before, because of you. Now it's because of you. How much do you know and grasp her?"

Fengchen was silent for two or three seconds, and then said, "Ten percent!"

"Oh?" Feng Shangxue was stunned, Feng Chen's answer was obviously beyond his expectations.

Originally, he just asked casually, but at this time, he stopped and asked: "Then let me ask you, do you know where she came from and what her surname is?"

Fengchen smiled slightly.

If it were him before, I am afraid he would not know. However, now he knows better than anyone else.

On a rainy night ten years ago, Fengchen, who was only eleven or twelve years old, went hunting outside the city, and the prey did not catch a few, but he found a small man named Hanako in the barren mountains and mountains.

"Hey, little Hanako, are you still alive?" Fengchen rode on the horse, condescending, and wanted to do something good on a whim, but he was afraid of getting dirty.

The curled up little Hanako moaned.

"Hey, it's still a female!" Fengchen became interested, and under the protection of the guards, he cautiously approached Xiaoxiaohua, fed her water, and washed her face.

Pretty!

As soon as he saw the face of the little Hanako, Fengchen couldn't take his eyes off it.

At that moment, he ordered someone to secretly bring Xiao Yuhua home, and even his mother was hidden to death.

Xiao Yuhua was already covered in injuries at that time. In order to save her, Fengchen pretended to say in front of his mother that he wanted to practice martial arts, deceived him into taking pills, and fed them all to Xiao Zhaohua, and his pocket money was even more penniless to buy medicine.

Those days, when I think about it, are still interesting.

At that time, Fengchen was like a busy bird, catching insects and foraging everywhere, just to bring them back to the nest to feed the little flowers.

Three days later, Xiao Xianghua woke up.

"You were picked up by me from the sorghum field, and you will be my maidservant from now on," Fengchen was arrogant, "you will be called Qingsha!"

Qingsha looked at him, and then smiled: "Okay." ”

Memories flashed through my mind.

For the former Fengchen, the green yarn is the green yarn, a little flower that he picked up from the sorghum field, a very beautiful and obedient, and at the same time has a lot of strange habits and hobbies, and never talks about his past mysterious maidservant.

But for Fengchen, who now has memory fragments, Qingsha is very simple.

It's just that he thinks it's more interesting to maintain his previous appearance in front of Qingsha. has been bullied by this girl for so many years, and she always has to collect some interest slowly.

"She's from the west, and her real name is Mo!"

"Ink?!" Feng Shangxue gasped and turned her head to look at the void.

There was a fluctuation in the air, revealing the figure of the Twilight Sword ink painting, and when he completely condensed it, the look of shock on his face was no less than that of Feng Shangxue.

The master and servant checked the green yarn.

I found the west, and I also found some hidden secrets, but it was a little difficult to continue to investigate. At least with the current strength of the Feng family, it is difficult.

But Qingsha's identity is also somewhat directional.

Unexpectedly, what Fengchen said was consistent with what they investigated. What I didn't expect was that Qingsha's original surname turned out to be Mo!

The surname of the emperor of the Western God Kingdom!

Feng Shangxue looked at her son in a daze.

Fengchen lowered his eyes and looked calm.

After a long time, Feng Shangxue nodded, and didn't ask more, only said: "During this time, I'm afraid Fan Yang won't be too calm." Those who should come and those who should not come will come. Many people's eyes will also gather here. About Qingsha...... We'll talk when you have time and you want to talk to me. ”

"Yes. Fengchen said.

Feng Shangxue turned to leave, and finally advised: "During this time, let her stay at home as much as possible, so as not to be seen by someone with a heart." ”

"I understand. Fengchen nodded.

Seeing Feng Shangxue's back disappear, Twilight Sword spoke, "Second Young Master, please come with me." ”

A horse-drawn carriage drove silently out of the back door of Fengfu, and after passing through the streets, it stopped in front of the door of an inconspicuous courtyard.

Fengchen got out of the carriage and followed the Twilight Sword that appeared into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, there were already three people waiting.

A lean old man with an ordinary appearance, a middle-aged woman with still charm, and a little boy who looks no more than ten years old.

As soon as he saw these three people, especially the little boy with a chubby smile on his sunny face, Fengchen knew that his father and Twilight Sword were not perfunctory.

In the real fragments of history in their minds, these three people are not ordinary.

However, Fengchen did not have any fluctuations on the surface, and only quietly waited for the introduction of the Twilight Sword.

"Black chicken. Twilight Sword introduced the old man.

"Oriole. The middle-aged woman smiled at Fengchen.

"Baby fish. Twilight patted the boy on the head, and the boy rolled his eyes, looking like a child who didn't like to be touched.

"Young Master Chen, they will obey your command from now on, and if they can do it, they will complete it without any discount, and if they can't do it, they will ask me for assistance. "Twilight Kendo.

"Thank you, Uncle Twilight. Fengchen said.

Twilight Sword nodded, his figure disappeared into the air, and he simply left, without a word of explanation.

In this regard, Fengchen is not surprised.

He knew that although these three people and the power they held in their hands were handed over to him, in fact, all the power of the Feng family, the only one who controlled it, was only his father Feng Shangxue.

As long as he needs to, what he does, he knows immediately.

So, there's nothing to explain.

However, looking at the three subordinates in front of him, Fengchen was still inevitably on fire.

You must know that this is the middle reaches of the Heavenly Dao Continent! In the three hundred years of the Galactic Republic's three-hundred-year campaign, no one has ever been able to control such a huge amount of power like he did today!

"Then, next, it's time to try the three knives in your hand, whether they are sharp enough. Fengchen thought as he pulled out a sheepskin map from his bosom.

A circle has been drawn on it.

Shen family.

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