The old man patted the young man's head again, and said angrily: "How many times has the teacher told you that the words of outsiders should not be trusted, have you forgotten?" What kind of immortals, that's just a pretense played by the Emei faction in order to recruit disciples! It's only a hairy boy like you who will believe that kind of coaxing words! ”

The young man rubbed his head and said aggrievedly: "Master, don't hit my head, I'm stupid enough." ”

When the old man heard this, he patted the young man's head again: "What's the matter, I can't beat you for the teacher, can I?" In the future, that kind of rumor should not be believed anymore. ”

"Yes, Master." The young man pursed his mouth, covered his head and hurriedly agreed.

Hmph, who said that there have never been immortals now? If not, then who did Senior Brother Feng learn his amazing swordsmanship?

When Senior Brother Feng was drunk, he once said that in fact, it was a fairy sister who taught him swordsmanship. The so-called drunken spit out the truth, Senior Brother Feng must have seen immortals.

No, I must ask Senior Brother Feng for clarification! The boy said secretly in his heart.

Huashan Siguo Cliff, Feng Qingyang, who is already eighteen years old, held a branch and gestured back and forth in the open space in front of the meditation cave on the Siguo Cliff. Between moving and jumping, the branches were dancing vigorously and violently, and there was a faint sword intent on the rough branches.

Seven years of wind and frost have changed his appearance a lot, from an ignorant and shy naughty boy to a handsome and chic young man. But that character hasn't changed at all, and he still likes to see unevenness and draw a knife to help.

No, a few days ago, he went down the mountain to buy, and happened to see a Shaolin disciple beating a powerless scholar with a Dharma pestle, and immediately stepped forward with a sword, and couldn't help but cut the Shaolin disciple to the ground.

Later, he learned that this "scholar" was actually a human trafficker who specialized in abducting children.

Master Xuankong, the abbot of Shaolin, is a high-ranking monk, so he naturally will not be embarrassed, but after subduing him, he handed him over to his master, that is, Le Zhengnan, the head of the Huashan faction, and by the way, he instructed Le Zhengnan to teach his apprentices. Otherwise, the Huashan faction may not be far from the door of annihilation.

How could Le Zhengnan not hear the words of the abbot of Xuankong? At that moment, he used the door rules to "teach" Feng Qingyang fiercely, until he couldn't climb up, and destroyed his portable sword in front of Xuankong, and Xuankong left with his disciples.

Le Zhengnan is a very high-spirited person. But for the sake of the sect, he had to endure humiliation. On the surface, Xuankong was forcing him to beat his apprentice, but in fact, this was not a disguised slap in the face?

Feeling insulted, Le Zhengnan was furious, but when he saw Feng Qingyang's half-dead appearance, he couldn't bear to continue to beat him, so he had to let people throw him to Siguo Cliff for three months.

"Senior Brother Feng~!" The boy stood on the narrow mountain path and looked up. When he was far away, he saw the wind blowing clearly, and he tore his throat and shouted.

"Senior Brother Yue, why are you here?" Feng Qingyang stopped what he was doing and tossed the branch aside.

"Hehe, senior brother, I miss you, so I brought wine and food to see you." Yue Yan laughed.

"It's rare that you have this heart...... Slow down, this mountain wall is steep, and if you slip, it's not a joke. ”

Yue Yan climbed the rock wall and slowly went up to the edge of the cliff, and Feng Qingyang stretched out his hand to pull him up.

"Senior brother. Don't worry, I'm doing well. Yue Yan said with a smile.

"You just blow it, I don't know how many pounds and taels you have?" Feng Qingyang sneered.

"It's different now, Master has taught me the Zixia Divine Skill, and after practicing, I only feel that my body is as light as a swallow ......" Yue Yan said, suddenly realizing that he seemed to have said something that shouldn't be said, he hurriedly closed his mouth and carefully looked at Feng Qingyang's expression.

But seeing that the wind was clear and the wind was still light, he didn't care at all, and only smiled: "Senior brother is really a young hero." Having received the true inheritance of the Master so quickly, his future must be limitless. It's windy outside, so let's go into the cave and talk about it. ”

After saying that, Feng Qingyang took the wine bag brought by Yue Yan. Lead Yue Yan into the cave.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Yue Yan finally couldn't help but ask about the immortals.

"Senior Brother Feng, last time you told me that your swordsmanship was learned from an immortal, I wonder where that immortal is now?"

Feng Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and then poured himself another glass of wine as if nothing happened: "Senior brother said that he laughed." There are no immortals in this world. Come, drink. ”

Yue Yan frowned, and put down the wine glass a little unhappily: "Senior brother is so happy to speak, last time Senior Brother drank too much, obviously told me that this set of swordsmanship of yours was learned from a beautiful fairy, why did you not admit it so quickly?" ”

Feng Qingyang smiled and said, "Senior brother, how can you take this drunken word seriously? What's more, when that sister passed on my swordsmanship, the senior brother and they were also present, whether they were immortals or not, you can just ask. ”

Yue Yan muttered, "I asked Senior Brother, but he refused to say anything. It must be because you met the immortals together, but the immortals only passed on your swordsmanship, and the senior brother was not happy. ”

Feng Qingyang thought about it and somewhat understood.

At the beginning, their group saw that those disciples were rude to Zixian, but only Feng Qingyang stood up to speak for Zixian. Although it shows that it is okay to protect one's body, but to promote it with his younger brothers and sisters will obviously damage his own image.

"Senior Brother Yue, there was indeed a sister who taught me swordsmanship, but she was not an immortal. Okay, junior brother, let's go back quickly, otherwise the master will find out that you have come to see me secretly, and you will lose your temper again. "The wind is clear and gives an eviction order.

Although Yue Yan was unwilling, he also knew that this Senior Brother Feng of his was upright and strong in martial arts, if he made up his mind and refused to speak, he would have nothing to do with him.

"In this way, then Yue Yan won't bother Senior Brother." Yue Yan arched his hand and exited the cave.

Yue Yan sat cross-legged on the hay in the cave and looked up at the top of the cave. There's a small hole that casts a ray of light downward, illuminating the otherwise dark corner. And the wind Qingyang was bathed in this bright beam, thinking of the woman who was dressed in white and snow many years ago.

"You must be an immortal, but I don't know how, I just don't want others to know about you......"

"Master doesn't allow me to practice swords now, but Qingyang can't let it go. It was only when I practiced the sword that I could be sure that I had really seen you, and I could be sure that what happened seven years ago was not a dream. ”

"Sister Fairy, where are you now? Qingyang really wants to see you again. ”

Feng Qingyang said, slowly closing his eyes with the help of wine. (To be continued.) )

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