Not to mention Shen Zhu, on the other side.

Huang Feihong and the three who walked in the direction of the inn.

At this time, Aunt Thirteen excitedly raised the Polaroid in her hand, first took a photo of the beautiful scenery in front of her, and then turned around to take a photo of Huang Feihong and Liang Kuan.

Liang Kuan looked at the photo handed over by Aunt Thirteen, which clearly showed the appearance of him and Huang Feihong, unlike those black and white photos seen in Foshan, this was color, and even a small black mole on his mouth was clearly visible, and he couldn't help but be shocked: "What the hell is this, Master, you see, our soul has been filmed in." ”

Huang Feihong has been thinking heavily since he came out, and now he was suddenly frightened by Liang Kuan, and couldn't help knocking on his head in annoyance, and said, "It's just a photo, what's the fuss." ”

Taking a look at it, Huang Feihong was suddenly startled: "What the hell is this, how is his face gloomy." ”

Because Huang Feihong is walking with his head down, and there are many trees on the trail, which obscure most of the light from the sunset that is about to disappear on the mountain, Huang Feihong's appearance looks bright and dark in the photo.

"Feihong, do you have something on your mind?" Aunt Thirteen's mood calmed down a little now, and she sensed Huang Feihong's worry.

Liang Kuan also received a small gift from Shen Zhu, a three-inch sharp knife, which was very easy to carry, so he was also a little excited now, and felt that Shen Zhu was very kind, so he asked blankly, "Master, do you have something on your mind?" ”

Seeing that these two people were stunned by other people's little favors, Huang Feihong couldn't help sighing: "Hey." ”

What can he say, saying that he thinks Shen Zhu is very thoughtful, and he doesn't look like a good person.

Thinking about it, Huang Feihong wanted to open his mouth to say it, but he still shook his head helplessly, walked ahead, and left the two directly behind.

"Feihong, what's going on?"

"Master, what are you doing?"

The two looked at each other for a while, and when they saw Huang Feihong disappearing at the end of the trail, they couldn't help but hurriedly catch up.

"Master Huang, you're back, I'll put all your luggage in the guest room." When the innkeeper saw Huang Feihong coming in, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

"Master Huang, how about you compete with the masters of the Divine Tree Sect?"

"Did you win, or did the Divine Tree Cult win?"

"Master Huang must have won, you see the excitement of those two people."

……

Hearing that everyone in the inn was talking about the martial arts competition, especially hearing everyone's opinions on the Thirteenth Aunt, Huang Feihong couldn't help but be even more angry and couldn't speak, so he had to wave his sleeves and go straight to the guest room.

In the guest room.

When Aunt Thirteen lit the oil lamp on the small wooden table to illuminate the room, Huang Feihong stared at Aunt Thirteen for a while, and said to Liang Kuan: "Ah Kuan, tomorrow the two of you will go back to Foshan." ”

"Master, this." Liang Kuan was very difficult.

Since accepting the Polaroid camera given by Shen Zhu, Aunt Thirteen cherished it and did not let go, and even took it out to take out a few glances before eating a few bites of food, and now suddenly heard Huang Feihong say this, she carefully placed the camera on the table, and then asked anxiously: "Feihong, at tomorrow's medical conference, I will help you translate." ”

"No need, the safety of you and Ah Kuan is important, you will leave early tomorrow morning and take the train back to Foshan." Huang Feihong said with an undoubted face.

Liang Kuan glanced at Aunt Thirteen's face, and responded in embarrassment: "Yes, Master, I'll pack my luggage now." ”

Huang Feihong saw the Polaroid camera on the desktop and said, "Thirteenth aunt, you keep this camera, and I will return it to Sect Master Shen." ”

At this time, Aunt Thirteen was very disappointed, she was not only forced to return to Foshan, but also this cherished camera had to be returned to others, but she was a very traditional woman, she had already regarded Huang Feihong as her future husband, so no matter how reluctant she was to the camera, she would obey Huang Feihong's orders.

As a result, Aunt Thirteen closed her eyes with a faint pain in her heart and handed the camera to Huang Feihong.

After Huang Feihong put away the camera, he saw that it was very late, got up and went out and said: "It's not early, Aunt Thirteen will rest early, and you will get up early tomorrow morning to go back to Foshan." ”

Early in the morning, there was no one in front of the inn, except for a few men sleeping under the wooden shed.

After a night, Liang Kuan's head seemed to be much clearer, and when he was about to leave, he asked, "Master, do you think that the Divine Tree Sect has another purpose, so you are so eager to drive us back to Foshan." ”

Huang Feihong did not answer Liang Kuan's question, but explained some precautions: "Ah Kuan, you should see more Aunt Thirteen on the road, don't mess around with her." ”

Liang Kuan will not be fooled by Huang Feihong, he knows Master very well, so he hurriedly explained that he saw a scene yesterday and asked, "Master, can you slap such a big wooden pillar into flour with one palm." ”

Seeing Liang Kuan gesture to a piece of wood like this, Huang Feihong couldn't help laughing: "Ah Kuan, you treat your master as a fairy, and you can't use one palm, not ten palms." ”

"But I saw Master, you can shoot stones into broken stones, wood is more brittle than stones, why can't you shoot into pieces."

"Wood is weaker than stone, but because of that, I can break it and break it into pieces, but I can't turn it into flour."

Speaking of this, Huang Feihong felt that Liang Kuan would not suddenly talk about this topic, and couldn't help asking: "What's the matter, have you ever seen someone smash wood into pieces." ”

"Yes, when you were competing with Master Yan, a wooden pillar suddenly flew towards Sect Master Shen, and I wanted to kick it away, but ...... He just patted it lightly, and the wooden pillar instantly turned into flour. ”

Speaking of this, Liang Kuan suddenly felt that Sect Master Shen was a very terrifying person, originally he thought that the master could also do this, so at that time he was just surprised that Shen Zhu had such a strong martial art.

But he never expected that the master would now say that he couldn't do it, which couldn't help but make him very frightened, and he was also worried about the master's safety, in his mind, the master might have a conflict with the Divine Tree Sect, if he and the thirteenth aunt left, wouldn't it be for the master to face such a terrifying figure alone.

Huang Feihong had been frowning all the time after hearing this, if he hadn't heard Liang Kuan's words, he would not have thought that Shen Zhu was a martial artist, and he was more advanced than him.

"Turn wood into flour ......"

Huang Feihong was pacing and thinking about this question, and began to recall that his master had explained the realm of national arts, remembering that his master had said that there was a way to go above the strength, that was Judan Ninggang, how to step into this realm, and what power Judan Ninggang had in this realm, after the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, it gradually disappeared.

Therefore, so far, his master has only found some traces in the deeds of Taiji Zhang Sanfeng, and then deduced the realm of Judan Ninggang.

It just so happened that the beating of wood into flour was the characteristic of his master's performance.

"In this way, Sect Master Shen has stepped into the realm of Judan Ninggang."

When Huang Feihong was muttering something, Liang Kuan couldn't help but bring his upper body closer.