The next day, Lu Chengfeng was woken up by Senior Brother Ling Feng's ears. When I woke up, it was dusk. The second senior sister and Chasing Feng had disappeared, and only the senior brother came forward with a black face. He smelled the smell of wine on Lu Chengfeng's body, his face was serious, his thick eyebrows were deeply locked, and he flicked his sleeves and said, "My body is so weak, and I still drink with them!" One by one, it's really unbelievable! ”

"It's good that he didn't know that we stole Master's drunken red plum." Lu Chengfeng was happy in his heart.

Ling Feng was the most upright and straightforward of them. As a senior brother, he often acts as a disciplinarian, because of the good name of his residence called Liuyun Pavilion, and because he is the oldest in the sect, the highest martial arts, and has always been steady and self-controlled, people give him the nickname "Liuyun Pavilion Little Pavilion Elder".

Such an incisive nickname, of course, I came up with it! Lu Chengfeng suddenly felt that he was three points shorter in front of Ling Feng, and his confidence was "rubbing" up. It's a pity that this Liuyun Pavilion is not yet known whether it will stay in the clouds or not, but no one has ever dared to stay for half a step, Lu Chengfeng sighed in his heart.

The elder brother is also famous for his strictness and hard-workingness, and I wonder what awaits him next? When he was a child, he and Chasing Wind were not less whipped by their elder brothers.

Not good! Definitely take me to the Master! Lu Chengfeng suddenly retreated. "Senior brother! Let me go and go back! With that, he turned and ran.

"Come back! It's just to see the Master, what are you running? Ling Feng gently hooked his collar with his index finger, and with only a slight force, he dragged him back.

"I didn't run, big brother, I want to go to the toilet!" Lu Chengfeng shook his words.

"Yes, I'll be with you." Ling Feng intercepted his escape with one hand, and leaned against the tree next to him with the other hand, and said.

"I have a stomachache, you know." Lu Chengfeng covered his stomach with both hands, and screamed.

Ling Feng just leaned against the tree and looked at him motionlessly, smiling without saying a word.

This trick didn't work, Lu Chengfeng had no choice but to pat his buttocks helplessly, stood up, and obediently followed behind him.

Strange to say, he rode the wind to the Temple of the Apocalypse, went down to the guillotine, was used to seeing big scenes, played a small abacus, was not afraid of the sky and the earth, but was afraid of his master. This kind of fear, with three points of respect for the teacher, three points is better than the trust of relatives, and maybe three points, it is a caution for fear of disappointing them.

The ancients said, "Closer to home is more timid". After three years of absence, when I returned here, Lu Chengfeng finally understood what kind of mixed feelings this was, and his thoughts suddenly drifted far, far away......

It all started with his inexplicable crossing......

He was born on June 1, 1991, because his birth date happened to be Children's Day, and his parents gave him a catchy and unforgettable name - Lu Yi. Yes, his father happened to be exempt from your surname Lu.

In that life, he was an ordinary person's name, an ordinary person's appearance, and an ordinary person's fate, in an ordinary bank, in front of an ordinary bank clerk. Everything about him is so ordinary. Until that day, a gang of robbers broke in with guns, and his first reaction when he was on duty in the lobby was to take out his mobile phone and dial 110. The phone was still being connected, and he was shot and fell down when he heard a deafening gunshot "bang".

When he woke up, he found that he had turned into a five-year-old child, dressed in tattered clothes, unclothed, holding half of the same dirty steamed bun tightly in his dirty little hands, his bare feet were scarred, and his body was covered with bruises and purple whip marks, and he was trembling in the corner of the alley.

What dynasty is this? He looked at the pedestrians on the side of the road, and everyone came and went, dressed in classics, obviously in the feudal period, but he couldn't tell which dynasty it was. I don't often write about what I traveled to the Ming Dynasty to be a prince, to the Qing Dynasty to be an imperial concubine, etc., it's my turn, why is it so miserable? Is it a little beggar who lives on the street and was almost beaten to death because he stole half a steamed bun?

He tried his best to recall, but he couldn't remember the past memories of this body. Think of this poor child as the little match girl, quietly passing away in a cold evening, in an inconspicuous corner. His heart suddenly swelled with infinite bitterness.

"Finally found you! I've turned Shouyang City inside and out! Someone picked him up and wrapped him tightly in his big open coat. Poor child, do not be afraid, for from now on, you will follow me. ”

He saw the dots of tears flashing in the eyes of the visitor, and his expression and tone were the same as this big Qiu, with indescribable warmth. He nodded vigorously.

"From today onwards, you will be my apprentice. In the future, your name will be Chengfeng. Master's warm big hand touched his head, his eyes full of pity.

So, he followed his master to this place, Biyun Valley, and became the fifth disciple of Tantra.

Here he spent a carefree decade. Every day, I fight with the wind, coquettish to my senior sister, I am read by the senior brother to practice martial arts, and I study strange poisons with the third senior brother. At that time, Master always looked at them from a distance, and his eyes were like his own children. Why didn't they regard the Master as a strict teacher and a loving father at the same time?

Ten years, like a white horse, flashed by. When he was fifteen years old, the arrival of an uninvited guest broke his simple and beautiful childhood.

He still remembered that the man came on a tall five-flowered horse, richly dressed and majestic, not like ordinary people. The person who came was holding a royal gold waist card and claimed to be the crown king's personal guard. When he opened the clothes on his chest, and saw the cinnabar mole on his chest, and the black stone that he had carried around his neck since childhood, and was painted with strange symbols, he swore that he was the illegitimate son of the crown king! In other words, he is the imperial grandson of the Great Yasukuni!

After the master read the handwritten handwriting stamped with the seal of the crown, he didn't say much, but only explained to him, "When you grow up, it's time for you to see the outside world!" When he had finished speaking, he was released.

This time, I suddenly looked back, and this time went through the years.

Becoming the emperor's grandson, is it fortunate or unlucky? Lu Chengfeng can't answer now. But at the age of fifteen, he should have been very excited. When he stepped into the gate of Jinghua City for the first time, he only felt that he was a young man, scolding Fang Xuan, the vast world, and making great achievements! Unexpectedly, this is just the beginning of one trap after another.