Half a month has passed in a blink of an eye, there is only half a month left before the Changming general martial arts competition, the disciples who were injured in the martial arts competition in this peak have all recovered, and the top ten inner and outer mountain disciples are practicing hard, the white fat man has obviously lost a lot of weight, and a few edges and corners can be faintly seen on his fat face.

Feng Xiaohan also turned into a spirit every day, watched the true meaning of martial arts in the library pavilion, and learned combat skills and the mysteries of heaven with Chen Feng.

At this time, he is no longer the wild boy he was when he first came, but a disciple of Changming who behaves well and behaves appropriately.

Chen Feng had personally destroyed the decaying wood into a sheath, and also carved a bamboo leaf at the end of the scabbard.

As time passed, the mysterious man disappeared again, as if he had left the place, but no one could be sure if he was secretly planning something.

Summer has passed, autumn has already quietly arrived, and the trees on the other peaks are faintly visible red, and the twilight of Chixia Peak is even more beautiful.

And those birds in the bamboo forest began to become silent, the spirit insects entered the growth period and stopped crying, and the air at night was filled with the smell of conspiracy, and the disciples were also infected by these, faintly uneasy.

Recently, Chen Feng has appeared very frequently in front of all the disciples, although his demeanor is still the same, and his face is kind, but the image of a chic and beautiful man who used to watch the clouds and drink and get slightly drunk is gone, and the wine gourd that never leaves his body has not been touched for a long time.

It has become a common practice for Zhao Zhanglao to cook exquisite dishes at the beginning of the month or during the festive season, but the disciples were surprised to find that he did not seem to have cooked since last month.

The nagging dishwasher in the past is no longer noisy, washing dishes with his head down, from day to night.

But He Xirou announced to the outside world that the retreat had broken through, so that the disciples were all in their hearts, leaving these details behind and practicing hard.

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Outside the bamboo forest, on the banks of the clear stream.

Lu Yingfeng looked embarrassed, and was sitting opposite Feng Xiaohan at the moment, the sick man stared at this scene, and the white fat man shook his head and sighed again and again.

The atmosphere was a bit heavy.

"The ten arts of literati, piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, sword, poetry, tea and hops. The sound of heaven is the beauty of melody, and it should be in the first place. The hand-to-hand game represents a person's intelligence and overall view, and it is second and well-deserved. ”

Lu Yingfeng shook his head, put down the white chess pieces in his hand, and sighed: "Your chess strength is no longer below me, I lost this game." ”

The sick man gasped, no one knew Lu Yingfeng's chess strength more than him, the three cities and sixteen counties around the Lu family rarely met opponents, and even the old man who set up stalls on the streets every day to gamble against him ran away when he saw him.

Feng Xiaohan and He Xirou have only been learning chess for a few days?

The white fat man was almost dumbfounded the whole time, I don't know what to say, the two of them are like a whimsical chess line, and the falling pieces are like raindrops out of order, and it can even be said that they are walking against the principles of chess, but in the end, the position of each chess piece is extremely important, and even the winner or loser can determine the victory.

Feng Xiaohan didn't speak, although he won, he didn't have any sense of accomplishment, because it wasn't him who won, but Wan Yan's magical powers.

Under the deduction of Wan Yan's supernatural powers, all of Lu Yingfeng's intentions and intentions when he acted were exposed, how could Feng Xiaohan not win?

A thousand years ago, there was an old man who was shocked to prove the Tao with chess power, and suddenly realized in the game, and directly ascended to the top of the realm with a mortal body in the flesh, and exerted great power in the battle of gods and demons.

Because he is already psychic, the changes in the heavenly machine are well understood, and he sees it in his eyes, and the current Tianji Pavilion is the sect left by the old man of the amazing chess.

The literati can preach the Tao in all ten arts, so Xiao Rou'er will teach him this kind of thing that has nothing to do with combat and cultivation.

And Feng Xiaohan also faintly saw the subtlety contained in this, and was willing to learn.

"Are you a genius or a demon?"

The sick man shook his head and said: "I have this kind of chess strength after learning chess for half a month, and in a few years, the Tang Empire will definitely have a national player." ”

"People can't be all-rounders, Xiaohan must have shortcomings. ”

The big white fat man looked at him and said, "Why don't you compare eating and drinking with me?"

Feng Xiaohan hurriedly shook his head and said in a loud voice: "I don't compare this with you, this is simply bullying." ”

These days, he often fights with the big white fat man.

In addition to learning the Tao, he will also compare the trivial things of life such as eating, drinking, and sleeping.

Sleep may be able to fight with this pig-like guy, because he stays up late every day to read, sometimes meditates all night to transform his soul, and the quality of sleep becomes extremely poor.

It seems that he has lost weight, not only because of his weight loss, but also because of this unhealthy lifestyle. However, even if he only ate eight points full at each meal, the amount of food still made Feng Xiaohan look at him, and he lost a lot of silver after several comparisons, and vowed not to compare with others in terms of food again.

Lu Yingfeng smiled and said, "Xiao Han, I will go to the main peak to compete in half a month, can I enter the realm for cultivation?"

"No, the gate of the Youfu is still only slowly opening, and there is still some distance from the top grade of the spirit. ”

Feng Xiaohan sighed and said, "Now even He Xirou has to break through the realm, I may not be able to beat her in the future." ”

The sick man said in a weird way: "If you win the fight, I will give you a sword and send you, a pervert, to see the king of Hades as soon as possible, and Hugh will be here to hinder our eyes." ”

Feng Xiaohan rolled his eyes, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "I'm such a genius, what's the solution?"

"Grandma, I think you're looking for a beating. ”

The four of them got together to talk and scold the street, and they had long been accustomed to it.

But Lu Yingfeng still frowned, a little displeased, and said seriously to the sick seedling: "Pay attention to your words, how can a businessman swear words?"

Looking at Lu Yingfeng's rare pedantic and stubborn appearance, the three of them laughed.

The laughter spread through the forest with the wind, and then dissipated, unlike the laughter of the adults, there was no such thing as heroism and ridicule, just the pure laughter of a few teenagers.

The next moment, the autumn breeze rose, and several people suddenly felt a little cold, so they put away the chessboard and went back.

Due to the drugging of the mysterious man in the clear stream, many places are desolate at the beginning of the month.

Only these four seasons remain verdant and green, and Qingzhu Peak has not been greatly affected.

The old beggar's injuries have healed, and under the influence of a sword coming from the west, he has also come to his senses, and has been meditating in the Zizhu Courtyard in recent days, and he also told Feng Xiaohan not to leave Qingzhu Peak.

Chen Feng walked around Qingzhu Peak every day, his consciousness was wide open, looking for every place on the peak, including the rat hole.

This scene can be seen in the other peaks.

Langya Peak is the forbidden land of the Changming Sect, surrounded by powerful prohibitions and enchantments, unless there are elders with them, it is difficult for even the closed disciples to enter, so the mysterious person will not be there.

But every corner of the peaks had been searched countless times by the divine sense of the elders, and no trace of the other party had been found at all.

The ten elders gathered at the main peak to discuss with the master.

Lou Qianshan, who was originally light and breezy, also changed his face, his gaze swept over the faces of the ten junior disciples, and the mood of the elders also became heavy.

"The matter of the mysterious man continues, and it is not this matter that we will discuss today, but the matter of the town under the mountain. ”

Lou Qianshan looked at everyone and said seriously: "Most of the wild chrysanthemums have been destroyed, and this year's harvest will definitely not be good, but the traders in the town from all over the town are not less than in the past, and most of them are fresh faces, I suspect that there may be problems in this." ”

The ten elders glanced at each other, and the news of the destruction of Yeju in the town had been spread, but they claimed that it was caused by a fire in the wild, and did not publicize the truth.

"Among these people, there is a person named Wu Zun. ”

Lou Qianshan said: "Presumably this person, you will not forget." ”

Everyone was taken aback.

"It's him! What is the purpose of appearing here after fifty years? ”

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