"The master blames me, but I'm just afraid that I did something wrong, and the master won't talk about me, and I feel that I have embarrassed him."

Bu Lanshui pouted: "It's still possible if Aunt Fu Wan does, but listen to Uncle Sword, forget it, I always think that if you make a mistake, Uncle Fu can throw you to the deep mountains and old forests to punish you for a few months." ”

When the others heard Bu Lanshui's words, they nodded in agreement when they thought of the expressionless face of the sword just now.

This reaction made Zhao Feng laugh, and waved his hand casually: "Although my master usually has a single expression, he is not as terrifying as you say." ”

They were still chatting with each other, but An Cheng's scream attracted everyone's attention. When everyone turned around, they saw An Cheng sitting on the ground, holding the sword that Zhao Feng had just used.

An Cheng obviously looked at Zhao Feng's sword and their sword style and length, even if he held the hilt, An Cheng didn't feel the slightest mistake, until the time of drawing the sword, the sword that should have been lifted was steadily motionless, An Cheng didn't believe in this evil, and compared it to this sword.

As a result, the sword was finally picked up, but I didn't expect the force to be too ruthless, and the next plate did not sit on the ground steadily, but unfortunately I was still holding the sword in my arms, and this time it fell firmly on myself.

Several people laughed and looked at An Cheng on the ground, and got up to help him, even Zheng Tian, who had always been expressionless, bent the corners of his mouth, Zheng Tian was closest to An Cheng, and he went to pick up the sword in his hand, and when the sword started, Zheng Tian's face changed, this sword ...... Very heavy, much heavier than theirs, Zheng Tian took a deep look at Zhao Feng and carefully took the sword away.

An Xiangyue and Zhao Feng pulled Zheng Tian up and helped him to the chair, and An Cheng began to complain: "Brother Zhao Feng, your sword is too heavy. ”

Zhao Feng pursed his lips: "This is my teacher's ......" Zhao Feng said that the mouth shape of the official character was all set, and the master told him not to say it at that time, so Zhao Feng hurriedly changed his words: "Master...... Fu gave it to me and asked me to use this dancing sword every day. ”

Chu Wuguo and Bu Lanshui glanced at each other without a trace, the three of them opened a small stove separately every week, and they still knew it. So the pause that Zhao Feng had just now, although it was very short, they still heard it, and they also knew what Zhao Feng wanted to express.

Zheng Tian, who should have discovered the problem the most, was looking at the sword in his hand at this time, and it might have been a little difficult to dance the sword with such a heavy sword, but since the successful formation of the internal breath, this weight is not completely unacceptable.

What really made him feel strange was the feeling that this sword gave him, he kept the blood of that family, and he had an innate feeling for the sword, the sword in his hand looked like there was no difference between it and the sword of ordinary disciples, and the gap was only a lot heavier, but Zheng Tian knew that there must be something inside this sword.

Zhao Feng walked to Zheng Tian's side, Zheng Tian looked at him deeply, handed the sword back to him, Zhao Feng took the sword with a smile, Zheng Tian opened his mouth, after all, he still suppressed the doubts in his heart, according to Zhao Feng's identity, the mystery of the things used is not unacceptable at all.

Everyone made a fuss in the backyard for a while, and it was getting late, Chu Wuguo and the others said goodbye to Zhao Feng, and the next three days were self-study, and everyone made an appointment to meet again next week.

The sunset was gradually setting, Zhao Feng stood on the way down the mountain and looked at the friends who left from a distance, An Xiangyue looked back and saw Zhao Feng in the background of the sunset, smiling and waving to them, just like when they met for the first time, the young man was dressed in white and smiled clearly.

The next day, Chu Wu got up too early, according to the previous habit, it should be to Fu Juan's "open a small stove", on the day of Xi Jianping, Chu Wuguo saw that Zhao Feng broke the double harmony first, and fought hard with Huang Hu, but he could only watch there, Chu Wuguo thought a lot that night.

Now that he can't protect the safety of his two younger siblings in the Sword Sect, let alone in the future, he and Liu Wenqin said that he would not go to Fu Juan, he would go to a place where he could really make himself stronger.

For as long as Chu Wuguo could remember, he had avoided his father a little, because whenever he saw him, Chu Changyin had a businesslike expression, and he couldn't ride on his father's neck like other children, laughing or making trouble, because his father was the sect master of the Taichu Sword Sect.

Chu Wuguo stood in front of his father's practice room in the Taichu Sword Sect, the hand in his sleeve stretched out and shook it, he was a little discouraged, but thinking of the helpless expression of standing in Xi Jianping on the day he listened to the sword, Chu Wuguo actually understood Zhao Feng's mood at that time.

When you do something big unintentionally, you always want someone you know to be on your side, so that even if you do something wrong, you won't feel so lonely.

Chu Wuguo cheered himself hard in his heart, knocked on the door of the practice room, Chu Wuguo felt that he didn't use much force, but the echo of the knock seemed to explode in his ears.

Chu Wuguo's fist-clenched hand was trembling slightly, but there was no sound coming from inside the door for a long time, Chu Wuguo raised his hand, intending to knock once, but before his hand touched the door, the door was opened, revealing Chu Changyin's somewhat strange face.

Chu Wuguo's hand was a little embarrassed in mid-air, looked at Chu Changyin, and whispered: "Daddy......"

Chu Changyin nodded, didn't speak, and turned around to signal Chu Wuguo to come in.

Where Chu Wuji couldn't see, Chu Changyin's face had some smiles.

He naturally heard it when Chu Wuguo knocked on the door for the first time, and he also knew that it was Chu Wuguo who knocked on the door outside the door, and he was a little ...... At a loss, he didn't think about what expression to use to face his son, and he was afraid that Chu Wuguo would leave like this, so he showed a somewhat strange face and faced Chu Wuguo.

There was only one hard collapse in the practice room, and there was nothing else, Chu Wuguo entered the room, lowered his head and did not speak.

Chu Changyin didn't know how to speak, asking him how his kung fu practice seemed to be a bit unkind, Chu Changyin had never been polite, but he didn't expect that one day he would have to say polite words to his son.

Chu Changyin: "How are you doing in Vientiane Courtyard?" ”

Chu Changyin's question is actually nonsense at all, since Chu Wuguo began to study in Vientiane Academy, he has secretly gone to see it many times, and Fu Juan laughed at him for a long time for this matter, saying that he had never seen any big winds and waves, and he would be sneaky to see his son in the end.

Chu Wuji didn't expect his father to take the initiative to speak, and said in a low voice: "Everything is fine, the elders teach very well, and the classmates are also very good, Zhao Feng...... The water is also there. ”

Chu Changyin nodded, and the father and son fell silent again.

Chu Changyin looked at Chu Wuguo's entangled face, and opened his mouth first: "You ......"

Chu Wuji: "Daddy......"

Chu Changyin: "You say it first." ”。

Chu Wuguo looked up at Chu Changyin, and said with a lot of courage and firmly: "Dad, I want to become stronger." ”

Chu Changyin heard Chu Wuyi's words.