Yanhuangcheng was completed more than 100 years ago, it was founded by the martial arts masters of Huaguo, and after years of development, it absorbed and integrated the strengths of hundreds of schools, and introduced countless essences of Eastern and Western martial arts, so that countless people in the world are fascinated by it.

The family of Jufeng is the oldest and the most important Yanhuang in Yanhuang City. If you trace the origin of ancient times, I am afraid that it has a history of more than 1,000 years. At the beginning of the creation of Yanhuangcheng, it set up the policy of opening the door and extending the guests and recruiting talents, but after a hundred years, there are countless sects in the stars today, and the Yanhuang faction in Yanhuangcheng is still one of them.

Mo Yan is the eldest disciple of Ju Feng's ninth senior brother, and he tried to learn martial arts in Yanhuang City with Ju Feng, because the two are close in age, they are naughty and mischievous. Now that I haven't seen it for many years, I can't suppress my emotions for a while, but fortunately, Ju Feng has experienced the saddest life and death in the world recently, and he quickly came out of joy.

"What do you mean, patronizing and excited, you don't plan to let me in and sit?"

Mo Yan then remembered that it was really rude for him to stand here holding his senior brother's hand, so he turned sideways and invited Ju Feng and his party into the courtroom, and asked the eyes and noses beside him, and the nose and heart, it seems that what this stranger said just now is true, but as far as he knows, the master only has twelve apprentices, where did he get the little uncle? Judging by this man's age, isn't he much older than himself?

The young man was naturally curious, so he put the broom in place and chased after him at a trot.

Behind the court was a small house, with only a few sparse seats and figures, and Ju Feng raised his eyes to see that it was the Ninth Senior Brother and a few young people with raw faces. It seems that the habits of Yanhuang City have not changed much over the years, this is the only way to go to the mountain villages, and there will be a senior brother here to guard and deal with some trivial things.

Senior Brother Jiu is middle-aged, about forty years old, and because of his perennial martial arts practice, he looks extremely strong and sturdy. Seeing that Mo Yan led three strangers in, Tingbai wondered in his heart, it was almost evening, where did such an urgent matter happen?

While he was in doubt, he suddenly heard Mo Yan shouting loudly: "Master, who do you think is back?" ”

Listening to Bai Zai's careful look, a rather vague outline appeared in front of him, and compared with the young man with an extraordinary temperament in the center, the two faces suddenly coincided.

"Little junior brother?"

"Senior Brother Bai!"

The ninth senior brother called the name and listened to the white, the tenth senior brother called the name and the black, Ju Feng was young and stubborn, and deliberately called the black and white senior brother.

The familiar title was poured into the second middle school, and Tingbai did not doubt him at the moment, and it was rare to show such a gaffe expression in front of a disciple, laughed, and hugged Ju Feng.

The children who didn't know the situation around him looked at each other, and they were glimpsing the entrance of the question, and hurriedly whispered to him to come over.

Isn't the twelfth uncle Fan Zhi the little uncle? Where did this come from? There are a lot of rules in Yanhuangcheng, is this group of stunned young people only dare to slander in their hearts? On the surface, he didn't dare to talk about it.

Hearing Bai's excitement for a while, after a moment of awakening, he resumed his solemn demeanor, explained to his disciples, left Mo Yan to deal with things, and took Ju Feng and his party to the village behind the court. Most of the direct descendants of Yanhuangcheng are here, and after half an hour, the deceased people of Jufeng in the past years can be seen one by one.

The mountain road is winding, but for those who cultivate martial arts, it is just a daily training, Hua Xueyue is quite uncomfortable, but fortunately, she is polite to take care of it on the side.

As soon as he entered the village, Tingbai opened his throat and shouted, "The little junior brother is back, the madman junior brother is back", so the people who heard the shouting ran out one after another, some of them still had rice bowls in their hands, and the white rice and green vegetables in their mouths had not yet had time to chew and swallow.

The evening breeze was blowing, the lights were on, and the previously cold and lonely mountain col suddenly became warm.

Half of the people here were old people, at least the old people of Jufeng's era, and when they saw Jufeng, they immediately smiled, and the whole village boiled in an instant. There are still many new faces who don't know Jufeng, but when they asked the senior brothers around them, they heard that they were the closed disciples of the old man's family back then, and they were proud of their disciples, and they suddenly became curious. They all occupied the right time and place, and watched and watched, and in the end, the chaotic situation gradually stopped after the arrival of Senior Brother Jufeng. sent irrelevant people back to practice, and only a cadre of senior brothers went to a house to chat in detail around Jufeng.

The elder brother Shen Lu is quite old, about the age of an ancient man, but he still walks like the wind, his face is ruddy like a teenager, and he is amazed to see Hua Xueyue.

Shen Lu extended Ju Feng to his seat, looked at each other silently, and after five or six minutes, he slowly said, "The madman is finally not so crazy. ”

Ju Feng scratched his head and laughed heartlessly, in front of this group of senior brothers, he would always be the child in open crotch pants who ran blindly after his ass, and he was also used to relying on these relatives.

"Senior brother hasn't seen him for so many years, but he still has the same demeanor."

Ju Feng laughed and said, Shen Lu glanced at Ju Feng angrily, and pretended to be disgusted: "I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and I make fun of my senior brother as soon as we meet." Let's talk about it, how have you spent all these years? ”

Ju Feng spent his childhood in Yanhuang City, but his campus time was in the capital, and he talked to his brothers right away. In fact, most of the life is not turbulent, most of them are his deeds in the capital, and he did not forget to piggyback on Hua Xueyue, which made it rare for the Chiyi people to blush in front of so many elders. The short time spent playing football is still commendable, but the life after arriving in Huancheng is a word, only talking about the death of his father, and not saying it about the underworld dispute.

Hearing the bad news of his father, Shen Lu's expression became solemn, and he couldn't help but sigh and muttered: "Human life and sunrise can't avoid that day, little junior brother, you don't have to be too sad." ”

Ju Feng is not the kind of emotional person, although his heart is sad, it does not affect his normal life. Hearing the emotion of the senior brother, Ju Feng felt that there seemed to be one person missing, so he asked, "Senior brother, why isn't the old master here?" ”

Hearing this, Master, the joy on the faces of the people in the room disappeared, and the expression on Shen Lu's face was even worse.

"Master's body has been getting worse day by day, two years ago he suffered from a serious illness caused by old diseases, since then his health has deteriorated, a month ago it became more and more serious, and he has gone back to the Houshan ancestral hall to recuperate. But fortunately, when you came back, the old man refused to close his eyes, for fear that he just wanted to see you. ”

When Ju Feng heard this, he was horrified in his heart. Because of the sadness hidden in the heart of his father's death, he was surging in an instant. In Ju Feng's mind, it was all pictures of pestering the white-haired old man to go up the mountain to catch monkeys and climb trees to pick peaches when he was a child, but when he went out and came back, it was just five simple words, and the old man was about to pass away?

Ten years is such a sharp sword?

Ju Feng muttered, and the brothers in a room were even more sad when they saw this, and the sadness was like the night in the mountains, gradually conquering everyone's hearts.

(To be continued)