Chapter 19: The Phoenix

Li Changfeng carried his sword down the Tingtao Cliff and returned to the Chai Courtyard in silence all the way.

When he came back, he was already covered in starlight, so when he arrived in the courtyard, he didn't know whether he didn't see it in the night or was absent-minded, and almost knocked down Li Bezhi, who was sitting under the rattan trellis and waiting with his cheeks on his cheeks.

Li Bezhi patted his chest and exhaled: "Brother, you scared me." ”

Li Changfeng said, "Why don't you sleep yet?"

Li Bezhi said: "I can't sleep if you haven't come back yet, my feet are cold these days, you cover me before going to bed." ”

Li Changfeng snorted.

"Is my brother in a bad mood?"

"No, just thinking about things. ”

Suddenly, there was a dark shadow at the door, and someone came over, because he was too fat to obscure the moonlight, and the light under the pergola suddenly became dark, and the person who came was very fat.

Everyone knows that there is only one fat man in Nanshan Academy.

Li Bezhi was a little surprised, she didn't expect Uncle Zhong to visit this firewood courtyard in the middle of the night, so she got up and saluted as a disciple: "Hello fat master!"

Uncle Zhong snorted from his nose: "Every time you see me, the fat man always hangs on your lips, for fear that I don't know, why are you still angry?"

Li Bezhi puffed out his cheeks, and his mouth was high: "The disciple doesn't dare!"

Li Changfeng had never seen Uncle Zhong, he could always hear the words fat master from Li Bezhi's mouth, but when he saw the real person today, he realized that he still underestimated Dean Zhong's figure.

But he still saluted seriously: "Li Changfeng has seen Dean Zhong!"

Zhong Shuli nodded and patted Li Changfeng on the shoulder.

Why did he pat Li Changfeng on the shoulder? Li Changfeng didn't understand, but it seemed to be encouragement.

Dean Zhong didn't give Li Changfeng time or enough hints to think, he cared more about Li Bezhi, and what comforted Li Changfeng was that Li Bezhi was Dean Zhong's closed disciple.

The closed disciple of the dean of Nanshan Academy, if his mother found out, he would be very happy, right?

Li Bezhi's ghostly character Zhong Shuli likes it quite a lot, and in his words, he can see his younger self, but what gives him a headache is that this female disciple is never polite to him.

Uncle Zhong looked around, the originally messy firewood courtyard was cleaned up quite warmly, and the old and collapsed rattan trellis was re-fixed with wooden feet, and it became a good place to cool off on a spring night.

Zhong Shuli said: "I have been coming to the academy for more than a month, are you still used to living there?"

Before Li Changfeng could speak, Li Bezhi said: "Thanks to the master's blessing, eat well and sleep well." ”

Although she ate well and slept well, her tone was not very good, Li Changfeng thought that this was a master and apprentice, and even though he was the eldest brother, it was inconvenient to intervene.

Uncle Zhong knew that she was angry and asked her, "Is there anything you want to ask?"

Li Bezhi said, "The disciple wants to ask the master, is it enough?"

Zhong Shuli asked her rhetorically, "Do you think it's enough?"

Li Bei's words were sharp and refused: "The disciple doesn't know what the master thinks, so he doesn't know if it's enough." ”

Zhong Shuli said: "That's not enough!"

Li Bezhi said angrily: "Why?

Uncle Zhong left his hand and said: "You are an uncarved piece of jade, since the master has accepted you as a closed disciple, then everything you have learned in this body should be taught to you, and even the expectations for you will be higher, and when you feel that you are still not enough, then it is really enough! ”

Li Changfeng was confused, what was enough? These two people really deserve to be masters and apprentices, and they are really born masters of playing dumb riddles.

Only Li Bezhi and Zhong Shuli understood what they were talking about.

Since entering the academy, Li Bezhi has been doing laundry, cooking, carrying water and chopping wood for more than a month, but his cheap master didn't even mention a word of cultivation, and he didn't even let her touch the hilt of the academy's sword once.

She came to Nanshan Academy to practice, not to carry water, chop wood, laundry and cook, so she took advantage of today to ask the master if it was enough!

Li Bezhi puffed out his cheeks and stared at the good-looking apricot eyes and said angrily: "Then please go back quickly Master Fat, I'm going back to wash clothes!"

Her mouth was pouting enough to hang an oil bottle.

Uncle Zhong smiled and said, "It's hard to come here as a teacher, so I can pour me a cup of tea." ”

Li Changfeng originally felt that he was neither standing nor sitting, but at this time, he felt that the etiquette was indeed not enough, so he said: "There is only light tea in the house, I'll go and pour you a cup." ”

Li Bezhi grabbed his brother's sleeve and said angrily: "The master doesn't need to drink tea, he has everything to eat and drink in the house, how can we use those of us who live a hard life to pour tea for him!"

"This..." Li Changfeng was slightly embarrassed.

Li Bezhi's face was so big that he drove Uncle Zhong out of the yard and slammed the door, and went directly into the house and got into the quilt.

Zhong Shuli stood outside the house crying and laughing, his female disciple really had a personality, and he was better than when he was young.

"I made it all myself!" Dean Zhong sighed and went down the mountain with his hands.

Li Changfeng was also speechless, packed up the tables, chairs and stools and entered the house.

Outside, a light rain suddenly fell, and the slanting wind and drizzle blew from the sky on the edge of the window, and some raindrops fell from the eaves, slapping on the bluestone steps and breaking into water drops.

"The fat master hates it to death!" Li Bei buried her head in the quilt, her voice was muffled, although she couldn't hear it clearly, she was sure that she was not praising Uncle Zhong.

Li Changfeng sat on the chair and poured a cup of tea, the tea was already cold, it should have been brewed for a long time, and Li Bezhi had waited for a long time.

He thought for a while and said, "Don't be obsessed, do you remember that there was a fortune teller in Chenjiagou before?"

Li Bei took her head out of the quilt, her hair was rubbed messy, she looked at the pillars above her head in a daze, and responded: "Remember, his mouth is not dry and clean, and he looks like a servant, but the village chief trusts him." ”

Li Changfeng said: "He said that I was born with ups and downs, and I didn't believe it, but I was convinced of his four words about you." ”

Li Bezhi was puzzled and said: "Didn't he leave Chenjiagou after he got a good meal and drink? ”

Li Changfeng smiled and said: "You were in a hurry to see the artificial Buddha statue in the village at that time, so naturally you didn't hear it. ”

"What four words did he say?"

"He said you were 'Tianfeng is still young'!"

Li Changfeng continued: "I have always felt that Chen Jiagou can't trap you, and even the dean of Nanshan Academy is willing to accept you as a closed disciple, but you can imagine his expectations and importance for you, we have left home and can no longer be willful like in Chen Jiagou, so you have to learn to understand and be grateful." ”

Li Bezhi got up, sat and thought for a while and said, "I think my brother is the person I admire the most!"

Li Changfeng smiled and said: "You have written novels, you worship those iron-blooded soldiers and merry swordsmen in "The Story of Floating Clouds", why do you admire me?"

Li Bezhi's face turned red, and he said seriously: "Because my brother never admits defeat!"

"I know how hard my brother works, I hope to live well every day, those people in Chen Jiagou don't know why you can kill Chen Aman, I'm not surprised at all, my brother practices knives every day, and killing Chen Aman is expected. ”

Li Changfeng smiled and touched her head: "You are still too young, the gap between ordinary people and cultivators is not something that can be bridged by practicing swords every day." ”

Li Bezhi broke away from his palm and said, "I recently learned a sentence. ”

"What?"

Li Bezhi said seriously: "Tianfeng has not sounded for a long time, and it has shocked Chang'an, sharpened its sword for 19 years, and swept the world with a sword." ”

Li Changfeng was stunned, then smiled and said, "Borrow your auspicious words!"

The rain stopped at midnight, and the occasional popping of raindrops on the green leaves could be heard outside the window, and the breeze blew in through the window after the rain, accompanied by the sound of dreams.

Li Changfeng lay on his back on the bed, looked at the beam on the roof of the building, and took out a red blade from his arms, which was a red pill.

He rubbed the embroidery on the hilt of the knife and thought of the girl who would blush.

Li Bezhi has fallen asleep.

The main altar of the Rakshasa Hall in Flying Fox Valley

Wenren Lixue stubbornly knelt on the red bricks of the cold and empty hall, and said firmly: "I believe in him!"

Suddenly, there was a beautiful and beautiful palm, and the Wenren Lixue fan flew aside, and there was another slap mark on her face, and red blood flowed down the corners of her mouth, but she stubbornly continued to kneel.

Sun Luosheng asked her indifferently: "You just got along with him for a few days, and you forgot everything that the master said, the red pills were originally a pair, why did you go back alone? You are so naïve and think that he is a trustworthy person?"

Wen Ren Lixue said: "The apprentice is not a good person to make the master angry, but the red pill is a disciple who is willing to give it to him, and he is indeed a trustworthy person!"

Sun Luosheng's eyes were full of light, and his body exuded a black aura of destruction, and he said coldly: "You come to tell me, where does your name come from?"

Wenren Lixue gritted his teeth: "My father reverted to Wenren's surname, and his mother was beheaded in the Lixue Hall of Tianque Palace, so the name Wenren Lixue!

Sun Luosheng: "Who is the enemy who killed your father and mother?"

Wen Ren Lixue's palm was pinched out of blood by her fingernails, dripping on the red bricks, and her voice was hoarse and her forehead nodded: "It's Tianque Palace National Master Danxu Taiqiu!"

"Geometry?"

"It's for the Holy Realm powerhouse!" Wen Ren Lixue's tears flowed down his cheeks, and his voice was already hoarse and trembling.

Sun Luosheng said coldly: "In the cultivation path, ordinary people break the sea and lead the tide for martial arts, and then Guan Wei, Tibetan Spirit, Ren Kui, Earth Star, and Sky Wolf are the Holy Realm, and then the God King Realm is the supreme powerhouse, you want to kill Danxu Taiqiu, but now you can't even kill his disciple Xuanxiang, how can you take revenge?"

Hearing that people Lixue's eyes flowed down her cheeks with tears, and crying silently was the most helpless.

The more she practiced, the more she felt that the figure of the enemy was like a mountain in front of her, covering the sky and the sun so that she could live in the shadows all day long.

Sun Luosheng said lightly: "Ordinary cultivation has not helped you, from today onwards, you go to the Demon Lock Tower to practice, and get back the four hook sickles to get out of the tower." ”

Hearing this, Lixue's body trembled, and then he fell to the ground: "The disciple is willing to go to the Demon Lock Tower to practice, and thank the master for his teachings." ”

Wen Ren Lixue knows what the Lock Demon Tower represents, and everyone in the Rakshasa Hall knows what the Lock Demon Tower represents.

There is a lock demon tower in the Flying Fox Valley, the tower is nineteen floors high, the ghosts are resentful, among them, there are dream-eating beasts who like to devour people's dreams for food, they are pierced by the hook and sickle through the pipa bone, often weaving illusions fascinating and then cramping and peeling and devouring human flesh, it is the most cruel person of the real six paths, living on the second floor of the tower, and the strange beasts on it are not counted, it is the real purgatory.