Lou listened to the rain to announce the retreat, and participated in the kendo,

Feng Xiaohan knew that he might find his method useful, so he chose to retreat.

Pointing out his former opponent did not make him feel proud, but he felt a little ordinary that there was nothing wrong with it.

Changmingzong is like this, the loser summarizes the defeat and then asks the winner for advice, everyone has long been accustomed to it, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Spring goes to autumn, and in the blink of an eye it is late autumn,

During this period, Liang Song came with the snow ghost several times,

The snow ghost excitedly said how many swordsmanship he had learned in Changhong Peak, how many demon beasts he had subdued, and how much Feng Xiaohan's book that recorded his hunting techniques had helped him.

Liang Song also discussed with him some sword skills, which was of great benefit to both parties.

At this time, there is still a year before the Tenth Meeting.

In addition to the bamboo of Qingzhu Peak and the pine of Nanxi Peak, the leaves of all peaks have turned yellow, and the maple leaves of Chixia Peak are as red as blood.

Feng Xiaohan greeted the rising sun, lying on his back in the chair, with the Xuanhuang Sword Book and a bag of buns in his hand, with a comfortable look on his face.

He loved autumn, it was the most comfortable season, the beasts were without the anxiety of spring, the world was free from the heat and drought of summer, and the most difficult thing in the wilderness was only the wolves.

In the human world, this comfort is transformed into comfort.

Feng Xiaohan indulged in this kind of comfort, but he did not fall into it, on the contrary, he always maintained a keen perception and was on guard against everything around him.

The list of participants in the 10th session has not yet been announced,

But it is said that the young swordsmen of the Immortal Sect, the young monks of the Yiya Temple, the scholars of the Tianji Pavilion, the genius disciples of the Renyan Sect, and those famous geniuses will all go.

This time the Ten Meetings can be described as an unprecedented grand occasion, the Zhuzong and the Imperial Court have paid great attention to it, and the number of genius disciples this time is comparable to the Qingyun Society when Emperor Yuanzong ordered the young geniuses of the world to enter Beijing.

Of course Feng Xiaohan wants to go, even if he doesn't want to, Lou Qianshan will force him to go.

But Cha smiled and closed the door, Liu Panpan didn't know where he went, He Xirou was still in retreat, promising that he was still young, and the closed disciples of Changming Sect were gone, and his combat power was greatly weakened.

Fortunately, Meng'er will fight as a disciple of Changming, and as a genius girl in the Disintegration Realm, she will become the most dazzling pearl of the Ten Guilds.

The most concerned among the ten will is the sword meeting and the final battle meeting in the ten arts, because these two tests are the most intuitive combat power.

Except for last year, the previous sects discussed the Tao and exchanged the Dao, while the Ten Societies compared the Dao hearts of the young people in the world.

The literati can all be preached in the ten arts, but none of the ten arts can reach the deep realm by pure talent.

But as long as the Dao heart is unwavering, the ten arts can be greatly accomplished.

In particular, kendo is the most popular sword art among the ten arts.

Who hasn't dreamed of being a teenager with angry horses in Tsing Yi and going to the end of the world with a sword?

But the sword is also one of the most difficult paths to achieve among the three thousand paths, so even with Liang Song's kendo talent, he eventually abandoned the sword and used the sword.

The Tenth Meeting will be held at the end of next autumn, and participants only need to submit their registration three days before the start of the Tenth Meeting, but including the Purple Palace Academy in the capital, the candidates for the sects have already been finalized.

Changming's delay in announcing the list has caused many speculations from the outside world.

Feng Xiaohan also has guesses, often wondering if he wants to wait for Cha Yi to come out of the shadows and return to his crazy state?

Meng'er had been to the Blood Cloud Peak, and had also seen tea and smiled, and after talking for a long time, she was impressed.

She once said that although the other party was in the cave realm, his actual combat power was by no means inferior to that of the disintegration realm.

In the face of such a high evaluation, Cha Yixiao just smiled and didn't say anything.

The other disciples sighed at this,

Cha Yixiao did not pull Meng'er to compete, but talked with the other party, which is really inconsistent with the style of the little madman.

I didn't expect Liu Panpan's departure to hit him so hard,

The little madman who doesn't go crazy naturally loses the momentum he once had, how brilliant can such a tea smile be in the Ten Sessions?

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The setting sun in the west lit up the clouds in half the sky, and the warm red sunlight fell on his face, and then he put down his book and got up and stretched.

Feng Xiaohan didn't go anywhere today, so he read the sword book on the recliner for a day and only ate a bag of buns.

Fatigue hit him in the middle of the day, and he fell asleep.

There are no disciples to ask for advice today,

He glanced at the sturdy bamboo seedling outside the door, it had grown much taller than last year, and in a few years it would catch up with the next few trees, and then water it with vitality, and in a few decades it would produce a purple bamboo.

Feng Xiaohan nodded with satisfaction, and then went down the mountain.

The disciples on the road all nodded to him, and he returned the salute one by one.

Feng Xiaohan is a closed disciple, with a special status, comparable to ordinary elders of the outer mountains, and even above them.

Therefore, the disciples of the mountain gate did not stop him, let alone ask, but just watched him go away.

A disciple guarding the mountain gate looked at the back and said, "Is this the Feng Xiaohan of Qingzhu Peak?"

The other person said with a smile: "I am a disciple of the same class as Senior Brother Feng, no one was optimistic about him at that time, and there were many senior brothers who had a big opinion about his residence, and you should have heard of the wonderful battle between Senior Brother Lou and him." ”

"It's a pity that I didn't go to see it, otherwise wouldn't it be beautiful to learn a one-and-a-half-trick? ”

"Forget it, the limelight is all those demons, and it would be good for you and me to get a medium ranking in the other nine clubs. ”

"If Senior Sister He can get out of the customs, I believe that the Sword Club will win. In addition, Senior Brother Tea can come out of the shadows, and the final battle meeting can also win the first place. ”

"I hope so...... But it is not impossible for Senior Brother Feng to win the first place in the Sword Society. ”

Feng Xiaohan's five senses were extremely strong, and he couldn't hear the conversation of the two disciples clearly when he walked far away.

He thought to himself that the strongest of the nine closed disciples was Liu Panpan, followed by Dongfang Yu, Cha Yixiao could only rank third, why did they all think that Cha Yixiao's results would be better than Dongfang Yu?

He came to the newly opened shop in the small town under the mountain,

The shopkeeper and the chef of this shop are said to have moved from Xuzhou, authentic hot pot, first-class taste, and the white fat man strongly asked everyone to eat together.

So I made an appointment today,

As soon as he entered the hot pot restaurant, Feng Xiaohan raised his head and sniffed, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva, the unique aroma of hot pot made his index finger move.

The shopkeeper took him to the private room, Lu Yingfeng and the sick seedlings had already arrived, the red water in the mandarin duck pot was boiling, and the mutton and hairy belly had not yet been cooked.

What is surprising is that the choking pungent smell did not make the sick seedling cough dry, but made his complexion much better, staring at the table full of wine and meat, eager to eat immediately.

"What's the matter with this big white fat man, he called us here and was late. ”

The sick seedling fanned the wind with his hand and said, "It's really urgent." ”

Feng Xiaohan glanced at him and said, "I thought you were some serious patient, but I didn't expect you to be a foodie, why don't you cough now?"

Sick Yangzi said: "The illness of my sick family varies from time to time, from place to place, hot pot is yang food, it has a nourishing effect, just smelling me will have the feeling of being cured from a serious illness." ”