Thank you for inviting people to come and see Brother Shu's reward, hehe.

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Although he was thanking him, Liu Feng couldn't hear the slightest feeling from Huang Chengyan's tone, it was as light as a dish without a little salt.

Liu Feng's rescue of Huang Yuemei was just a gesture, he was not the kind of person who came to save people with the desire to ask for something in return. However, Huang Chengyan's cold response seemed to be what he did, not to save his daughter's life, but to take care of her by the way, such a trivial matter as not worth mentioning.

This attitude made Liu Feng very unhappy.

"Miss Yuemei, I have handed it over to Huang Gong intact, and the juniors still have something to do, so I will leave first." The attitude of the people is cold, and Liu Feng has no intention of sticking a cold face to the cold buttocks, and immediately plans to say goodbye.

Huang Yuemei hurriedly grabbed him: "You haven't changed your medicine today, why don't you wait for me to change your medicine for you, and then leave after dinner together." ”

Huang Yuemei's concern diluted Liu Feng's displeasure just now, but before he could speak, Huang Yueying on the side said: "The eldest prince has a noble status, and there will be a full-time doctor to help him change the medicine, little sister, you don't have to make trouble." ”

After that, Huang Yueying bowed to Liu Feng again, and said with a smile: "Thank you to the eldest prince for taking care of the little sister on behalf of me all the way, the eldest prince must still have important things to do, so we won't drag down the eldest prince more." ”

The ugly-looking woman in front of her, although her tone was much more polite than her father's, but in that speech, there was a faint meaning that she didn't want Yuemei to stay with him too much, or more precisely, it was a little respectful of him, the eldest son.

The attitude of the Huang family's father and daughter made Liu Feng feel extremely uncomfortable, but he couldn't guess for a while whether their words and deeds were due to the restraint of the difference between monarchs and ministers, or if they had other intentions.

Secretly suppressing the suspicion in his heart, Liu Feng showed a calm look, and said with a faint smile: "Mrs. Huang is polite, it's all my own family, why bother to say thank you, then I will leave." ”

Turning around, Liu Feng's gaze happened to collide with Huang Yuemei's eyes, and from her gaze, Liu Feng vaguely saw a little reluctance.

"Miss take care, I will go to the house to visit Miss again when I have the chance." Liu Feng didn't show much nostalgia, and said goodbye with an indifferent expression.

The 5,000 soldiers and horses of Liu Jiajun settled in, making this Jiangxia office, which had not been established for a long time, the third central city of Jingzhou after Xiangyang and Jiangling. People from all over the country who refused to surrender to Cao, after hearing that Liu Xuande was not killed in the battle of Changsaka, but went to Xiakou, and together with the eldest prince Liu Qi, they re-established the banner of resistance to Cao, and rushed to Xiakou from all directions.

As for Cao Ying, after the two great victories in Dangyang and Hanjin, the army did not kill Jiangxia, but went straight south to seize Jiangling, the seat of Nanjun Governor. After seizing the core town of Jingzhou, Cao Ying suspended the offensive, and on the one hand sent troops and horses to take over the newly surrendered counties in Jiangbei, and on the other hand, he sent people to the south to invite the four counties in the south of the Yangtze River that had been in a state of half-reading power since Liu Biao's time.

As the Taishou of Jiangxia, Liu Qi fulfilled the friendship of the landlord, not only provided the Liu family army with barracks, grain and grass, and even gave his Taishou Mansion to his uncle to live in, and he moved to the military camp in the north of Xiakou City. As the eldest son of the Liu family, Liu Feng followed Liu Bei and moved into the Taishou Mansion.

Since Fancheng retreated to the south, for nearly a month, Liu Feng has been living a life of eating and sleeping in the open, taking the sky as the quilt and the earth as the seat, and now he finally has a comfortable place for him to settle down, and he doesn't have to worry about it all day, and he is hungry and full. The living conditions have improved, and after a few days of recuperation, Liu Feng's injuries have gradually begun to heal.

After dinner, Liu Feng walked into the hall for a walk.

The place where he lived used to be Liu Qi's study, and in front of the door was a large courtyard, in the center of the courtyard, on a neatly trimmed grass, a towering ancient tree, and the gray-green umbrella cover was spread out on all sides, almost covering half of the courtyard. The bluestone slabs that surround both sides of the tree trunk are filled with weapon racks with all kinds of weapons. This courtyard is supposed to be a place for Liu Qi to practice martial arts and practice in addition to studying.

At this moment, a bright moon sailed among the thin clouds, and the bright moonlight leaked through the leaves of the big trees, and scattered all over the courtyard. Liu Feng looked at the weapons on the shelf, suddenly interested, stepped forward a few steps, and picked up a steel gun.

With a low roar, the spear in his hand turned into a silver snake flying up and down, and the fierce wind vibrated violently with the light and shadow of the flashing gun. In the strong wind, the leaves of the ancient trees fell one after another, and the birds among the trees were startled and fled. At this moment, Liu Feng seemed to have returned to the battlefield of thousands of troops, and he couldn't help but feel the joy of fighting against the enemy in his heart.

His marksmanship did not lag, it seemed that his body had returned to normal, and he felt that his marksmanship had improved greatly compared to more than ten days ago. It's just that after a few dances, the feeling in Liu Feng's hand suddenly changed, and he always felt that there was something invisible, so that the spear in his hand could not be used 100% freely when dancing.

Suddenly, he put away the gun, and he couldn't help but recall the scene when he fought with Xu Chu in his mind. The original knife looked so ordinary, there was no trick at all, there was no beauty at all, such a simple move, in exchange for anyone can make it, including yourself.

However, whether it is strength or speed, can it reach Xu Chu's almost perfect realm?

Out of reach!

Why is there such a big gap in the same mediocre knife? Is it just a difference in physical fitness?

Zhao Yun's posture appeared in his mind again, in the face of a hundred tigers and leopards to ride, the indomitable white shadow, sweeping all the momentum, the same silver spear, in his own hands, even Xu Chu's knife is difficult to take, but in Zhao Yun's hands, it seems to be fused into a part of the body, and when it is used, it is fascinating.

Liu Feng lifted the silver gun again, he closed his eyes, and tried his best to recall Zhao Yun's marksmanship, the silver gun danced, and every move and style tried to imitate Zhao Yun's marksmanship. With his own enlightenment, the silver spear is more and more handy, when it is like a dragon cutting waves, when it is like a sky full of snow dancing, at a certain moment, he seems to be able to enter a realm of selflessness, as if he is Zhao Yun, the invincible ambition in his heart, turned into a flying gun shadow in his hand, and has the potential to sweep everything.

In his eyes, a huge formation composed of more than 100 tigers and leopards suddenly appeared, and the moment Zhao Yun broke through the enemy formation, the kind of marksmanship was imprinted in his mind. Imitating his marksmanship, the huge spear blade advanced in a straight line, and the blade turned into endless silver rain in the middle of the way, and countless fantasies hid the real moves in between.

At the moment of collision, countless rain threads were recombined into a silver line, and at the moment when he waved his hand, he suddenly felt that the strength of his spear was lost, and it was as empty as a wild.

Suddenly he opened his eyes, and a drop of sweat quietly rolled down his forehead.

At the last moment of the gun, after all, it was still a failure, and even Liu Feng couldn't understand what the problem was.

"It seems that I am not Zhao Zilong after all."

Just as Liu Feng shook his head and sighed, a burst of applause and cheers suddenly sounded behind him.