"That's right, this set of swordsmanship has been instructed by Uncle Feng. He once said that this is another sword path, if you can practice to the peak, it may be worse than the 'Dugu Nine Swords', but it is also the ultimate swordsmanship, so it is the 'Eight Swords', what's so funny? ”

Feng Xiaoxiao rubbed his stomach, and it took a long time to hold back his laughter, and he coughed twice and said, "Uncle Shi is right, you have this Huashan ...... Cough...... Eight swords, walking is also a complicated road. But unlike the 'Dugu Nine Swords', it drags the sword momentum with internal force. Pay attention to oppressing people with potential, so that people can avoid it, and they can only fight hard. The internal force consumes a lot, but the power is quite inferior...... Odd? Why did Uncle Feng instruct you to create this Qi Sect's sword technique? ”

"This uncle once said that it seems that his internal strength has not advanced for decades, so he has been pondering the problem of internal strength, and when he saw that I was creating a new swordsmanship, he casually pointed out a few words. If you think about it, Uncle Shi will advise, of course I want to ...... Hey? Brother, what's wrong with you? ”

"Ah...... It's okay! I'm listening! Feng Xiaoxiao's heart turned up a huge wave, and the internal force of the wind was clear and untouched for decades? Yuan Chengzhi was the same back then, and his internal strength also stopped growing, but after breaking through, he "soared" here.

Is there an upper limit to each shijie internal force? As long as you exceed the upper limit, you can "soar"? But why can't Yuan Chengzhi break through when the wind is clear? Weishenme himself can? Sure enough, it's because of the "meditation formula"?

Feng Xiaoxiao's thoughts were full of thoughts, and it was not easy to settle down, but it was useless to think about this matter at this time, and he still had to go and see what the situation was like when Feng Qingyang was in the background.

Feng Buping was still talking about his creative experience, but Feng Xiaoxiao had no intention of listening, and his thoughts had already drifted to Huashan.

"Uncle Feng!"

"Fourth Uncle!"

"Master, poof...... Haha, what's wrong with your hair? ”

But it was the disciples of the Huashan faction who came back, except for Qu Feiyan, the rest of them couldn't help laughing and saluting respectfully.

Qu Feiyan hurriedly pulled Feng Xiaoxiao and walked inside, and complained in a low voice: "Master, you also have to pay attention to your image, this time it's a shame for adults, they will definitely laugh at you secretly in private." ”

"You're already laughing brightly." , Feng Xiaoxiao shook his head helplessly, and said: "Let go, your master is not an old man yet, and I can only leave if someone mixes it." ”

"Hmph, you think I want to drag you!" , Qu Feiyan grimaced, but still let go of his hand and said, "Master, which one do you live in, I'll put your hair in a bun." Look at you, how do you see people like this! ”

"How do I know? Didn't you drag me in before you asked? ”

"Hmph, you wait, don't run around, I'll go out and ask."

Feng Xiaoxiao shook his head and smiled bitterly, how could Qu Feiyan talk to him in a coaxing tone? Who is the master of this?

After a while, Qu Feiyan turned back, dragged Feng Xiaoxiao to a side room, pressed him to sit down in front of the bronze mirror, and reached out to fiddle with his head.

Feng Xiaoxiao looked at the somewhat blurry image in the mirror, and for some reason, he felt a little hot.

Qu Feiyan's little hands were warm and delicate, and he was using a small wooden comb to comb his hair.

The room was silent, only Qu Feiyan's slight snort, and the sound of Feng Xiaoxiao's own heartbeat.

Feng Xiaoxiao's heart swelled with warmth, and another very comfortable feeling, which made people lazy, and they didn't even want to move a finger.

There was a strange atmosphere in the air, as if there was an old thought that kept fluttering around the two of them.

I don't know how long it took, Qu Feiyan suddenly let out a soft "um", adding some ambiguous taste to the air. She rested her head lightly on Feng Xiaoxiao's shoulders and covered her blushing little face with her loose hair.

Feeling the softness of the delicate body behind him, Feng Xiaoxiao's breath was disordered for a while, and his body was stiff and unable to move. And the warmth on his neck, and the gently squirming mouth, made him almost unable to hold himself.

Feng Xiaoxiao twisted his neck and barely raised his arm, wanting to caress that delicate cheek.

"Hmm...... Master, don't move, that's it...... Don't move, it's so comfortable! ”

With a master, Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly returned to clarity, the incomplete content of the "Meditation Technique" appeared in his mind, and reason instantly returned to his body, but he did not break free from Qu Feiyan, but said softly: "Xiao Feifei, help me tie my hair in a bun." He found that he was already tempted, but he really didn't want to hurt the lovely person behind him, but it was really difficult for the two of them to stay together.

Since there is no fate, why bother to be sad. Lingering overnight, half a life is desolate. Bright moon window, bronze mirror dressing. Dreams are full of twists and turns, and the heart is broken.

Feng Xiaoxiao's mood fluctuated violently, but the effect of the "Meditation Technique" was really amazing, but in just a few moments, his mood returned to normal.

And Qu Feiyan raised his head at this time, took out a small cloth bag from his arms a little shyly, bit his lower lip, and chose a hairpin with a simple style, and then reached out to pull Feng Xiaoxiao's hair up, knotted it into a bun, put on the hairpin, and hung his head a little shyly and said: "Your one has been broken and can't be used, just use mine, you have to be careful and take care of it, you can't break it." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao looked left and right at the bronze mirror, and nodded with satisfaction, fortunately, the style is simple, not like a woman's thing, otherwise how can you go out and see people.

"Don't worry, when I buy another one on the way, I'll give it back to you, it won't break."

"Hmph, you've used it all, can I still use it? You just have to be careful. ”

The hairpin is a token of love, but how can Feng Xiaoxiao know this. Qu Feiyan was secretly happy, how could he let him come back.

The two of them quieted down again, and after what happened to Fang Cai, Qu Feiyan was obviously much more affectionate, and gently sat next to Feng Xiaoxiao, and asked, "Master, after returning to Huashan, do you really want to punish Fei Fei for thinking about the cliff?" ”

"Of course, you are greedy for fun, you never want to practice hard, and your martial arts are very poor. This time, you must cultivate well, if one day in the future the master is gone, who will protect you. ”

"Bah, how can you say such unlucky things?" , Qu Feiyan pouted and folded his hands: "Bodhisattva bless, what the master said just now, don't take it ......seriously."

Feng Xiaoxiao's heart was gloomy, and he was a little moved, smiling slightly bitterly, not knowing how to explain, so he had to keep silent.

There was a knock at the door.

"Uncle Feng, the Shaolin abbot is invited."

Feng Xiaoxiao was suddenly startled, and almost forgot to go to the play, since Zuo Lengchan came, he must have come to discuss how to deal with the heroes of the green forest. Busy asking Qu Feiyan to go back to the room quickly, he rushed to watch the opening of the show.

The Shaolin Hall is one of the most important fields of the Shaolin Temple, second only to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the Dharma Academy, the Discipline House and the Arhat Hall. There is a golden wooden plaque hanging on the hall, which reads the words "cool realm", which is the handwriting of a Shaolin ancestor Dade. On the main seat under the plaque, a person with a kind face is the evidence.

There are seven guests, sitting on both sides of the head, arguing with each other, you sing, I appear, arguing, so unhappy.

"There is something to say, the evil devil is outside, everyone gets it and is punished, how can we give in first, and weaken the prestige of our righteous path in vain." , Tianmen Daoren's face turned red, and he patted the handrail again and again, very dissatisfied. There are many predecessors of the Taishan faction who died tragically at the hands of the Demon Sect, and they have never been left behind in the struggle with the evil way.

"What Tianmen Daoist said is reasonable, these people are the vanguard of the Demon Sect, even if we take half a step back, it will make them gain an inch." , Zhen Shanzi, the head of the Kunlun faction, was dressed in a silk robe, with a gold ribbon around his waist, a wave of sandalwood to whisk the dust, and his white beard fluttered, which was very dusty.

"Yes, if the Demon Sect thinks that we are weak and can be bullied, and really attacks on a large scale, wouldn't that make the living beings miserable?" , the beggar gang leader is full of white hair, his hands are thick and big, and he waves his hand, which is very imposing. There are a large number of disciples of the Beggar Gang, but their martial arts are extremely low, and many of the rudders overlap with the Shili of the Demon Sect, so they never want to have a head-on conflict with the Demon Sect. But he is not afraid of those green forest people, so he will not back down half a step.

"How can it be said to be a concession?" Zuo Lengchan was dissatisfied when he saw the three of them opposing, but he still patiently explained: "We are luring the enemy deeper, waiting for them to fall into the trap, and then annihilating them in one fell swoop." In this way, they can not only suffer less losses, but also deter the Demon Sect, and teach them not to act rashly. ”

Tianmen and Zhenshanzi still shook their heads.

Xie Feng is a little moved, every time good and evil fight, the beggar gang always loses a lot, if you can break less manpower, and you can deter the Demon Sect, but it is the best of both worlds. So he no longer insisted, but slowly nodded his head twice.

Zuo Lengchan was happy in his heart, as long as Xie Feng agreed, the opinions of the two factions of Taishan and Kunlun were not to worry. Then he turned to Feng Buping, and asked with a smile: "Hehe, I don't know if the Huashan faction agrees with the words of this seat?" ”

Feng Buping said with a smile: "The Wuyue Sword Sect has always been headed by the Songshan faction, and the leader of the Left Alliance can make full decisions on behalf of the Huashan faction, and this faction resolutely supports it and will never oppose it." ”

Everyone in the audience was quite surprised, they were in high positions and well-informed. The two factions of Huashan and Songshan are on the same page, and ordinary people in the martial arts don't know it, but they are all clear, how could they suddenly change their positions like this?

Feng Xiaoxiao leaned on the last seat, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Feng is right, our Wuyue Sword Sect is like a family, and the leader of the Zuo Alliance, as the parent, of course has nothing to decide." ”

Everyone laughed and laughed, anyone in the five mountains can say this, but Feng Xiaoxiao can't say it. Who in the rivers and lakes doesn't know that he once went to the Songshan faction to ask for an explanation because of Zuo Lengchan's interference in the Huashan faction.

Feng Buping also felt that his junior brother's face was thick, and he wanted to bow his head when he was a little red, but he immediately remembered his junior brother's instructions, and he was busy with luck to stabilize his mind, and said: "Senior Brother Feng said ...... right", but he was very thin-skinned, and he really couldn't say anything about sycophants later.

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