In the small courtyard, the wind blows through the leaves, the sound of rustling echoes in the ears, and the fragrance of flowers wafts in the courtyard, which has not been clean for a long time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In front of Yan Feng, there is a cup of tea, a small cup of white porcelain, the fragrance of tea in it enters the nose, and the white smoke curls above.

This tranquility has been a long, long time... No, there is none.

Picking up the teacup, Yan Feng inadvertently saw himself reflected in the tea in the cup, and couldn't help but be stunned...

It turns out that he has now become like this.

The long pale hair, the blood mark on the left eye added a bit of vicissitudes, unconsciously... So much has changed.

The years are long, and personnel are impermanent.

In his eyes, there was a sense of emotion, Yan Feng looked at himself quietly in the tea, and suddenly, in this teacup, it seemed that another face was reflected.

Cher... Yan Feng's body was stunned.

"Idiot, do you know how to make tea?"

"It's not like this~ nerd, you're so stupid!"

"Hey, you're drinking water, not tea, the way of tea, the way of life~"

That beautiful face, with a sweet smile, echoed in his mind, at that time, he was just a kid who had just entered the Daomen, a nameless boy who didn't know anything, and didn't know how high the world was.

Compared with his current self, his strength is as bad as heaven and earth.

But to live... But it's much happier and more comfortable than the current self.

Cher... I seem to miss you.

Closing his eyes slightly, a smile appeared on the corner of Yan Feng's mouth, if he could, he really wanted to live in that memory with you forever.

Even if... Sink.

Picking up the cup, the tea enters the mouth, with a slightly bitter taste.

Muttering to himself, in Yan Feng's mind, there was a voice that sounded at the same time.

"Bitter... Fang Ganlai. ”

That's Cher's words.

Next to the stone table, rain and smoke, bright spirit, small smoke, even the fat monk on the side, can sense the sadness and vicissitudes of Yan Feng's body.

This man... I've been through too much, and I've carried too much on my body.

"By the way, Zhou Li's little doll is not there?" Yan Feng probably also noticed that Yuyan suddenly stopped talking because of the change in his demeanor.

smiled and asked to break the atmosphere, Zhou Li is the apprentice he accepted, except for the side he saw in the Yin Yang Shadow Realm and the Qinggang Sword given to him, he has never seen anyone yet, let alone taught him anything.

He, who is a master, is a little unhappy.

"You say that kid. ”

At the mention of Zhou Li, Jiaoling and Yuyan couldn't help but show appreciation on their faces, and they could see that the two of them were very satisfied with this little doll.

"What, isn't he in Maoshan?"

Yan Feng was a little strange, why when he mentioned his apprentice, his sister and Jiaoling were full of appreciation.

"Yes, it should be on the top of the mountain now, since I taught him to gather qi and cultivate, this kid has been meditating on the peak every day to gather qi, practicing skills and swords, and the degree of diligence and hard work is unbelievable, this is just a seven-year-old child. Yuyan said with praise.

Listening to Yuyan and Jiaoling's words, Yan Feng had a little curiosity in his eyes, for this little apprentice of his own.

But it's normal to think about it, which is why Yan Feng decided to take him as an apprentice in the first place.

At the age of seven, seeing his only loved one die in front of him without being decadent, this kind of child, once forged, is by no means very comparable.

Because a heart, a heart that is a hundred times tougher than ordinary people of the same age!

On the top of the ninth peak, there is a little boy here, his face looks immature, but with a touch of perseverance, it is the disciple of the strict wind, Zhou Li.

In front of him was a large tree that required more than a dozen people to surround him.

At this moment, the little boy held a sword that was full of other people's height in both hands, and kept cutting down on the tree, each time it was extremely difficult, but it was extremely powerful, and it could be faintly seen that it was already quite a sword posture.

Not only this tree, but also dozens of trees around it, all of them are densely covered with sword marks, and no one knows how many swords this little doll has cut down during this time.

Three feet away from the little boy, there is a little girl with beautiful hair in a bun, wearing pink clothes, and her little face is white and cute, which makes people happy when they see it.

"Zhou Li, do you want to rest for a while~! I've been practicing for almost two hours. Su Qiu'er shouted with worry in her eyes.

Zhou Li heard Su Qiu'er's voice, turned his head, and grinned at Su Qiu'er with a dusty little face, which happened to have already swung his sword.

"It's okay, Sister Qiu'er, this round, just, just practice quickly..."

If he didn't pay attention, the sword body was not stable, Zhou Li's whole person fell in front of him, and he secretly said bad in his heart... Zhou Li closed his eyes, waiting for the pain of hitting his head against the tree.

But I didn't expect that there was no pain, but I felt a thick meaning, and subconsciously opened my eyes, and the appearance of a person came into my eyes.

"Division... Master!"

was stunned for a moment, and then Zhou Li's eyes flashed with surprise.

Su Qiu'er on the side stood timidly in the distance, not daring to walk in, after all, that night in Yanjing, she watched Yan Feng slaughter the tens of thousands of masked people.

Bloody, cold, and merciless!

Yan Feng's bloodthirsty appearance and bloody figure have always been engraved in her mind and lingered.

"Your sword posture is already good. ”

Yan Feng smiled, patted Zhou Li on the shoulder, and then took the sword from his hand.

"However, it's not enough to just practice sword posture, you are optimistic about being a teacher. “

Holding the Qinggang sword, Yan Feng's eyebrows froze, and on his body, there was a sword intent in an instant, and the sword shadow danced into a dance, and in Yan Feng's mind, Zhang Dongqing's Qinggang swordsmanship suddenly emerged.

The figure rises like the wind, the sword passes and the wind rises, and the sword stops and the wind does not stop.

At tea time, when Yan Feng finished dancing this set of Qinggang swordsmanship, Xiao Zhouli was already stunned, and his eyes were full of surprise.

With a bang, the Qinggang sword fell in front of him.

"This set of swordsmanship, called Qinggang Swordsmanship, is the swordsmanship of the late Maoshan Great Elder Zhang Dongqing's predecessors, and this sword is also called Qinggang Sword. ”

Yan Feng walked up to Zhou Li, looked at Zhou Li's expression, and nodded secretly, the son can be taught.

Suddenly, a finger fell on Zhou Li's forehead, and suddenly the moves and cultivation formulas of Qinggang's swordsmanship entered Zhou Li's heart.

"If you have practiced this set of swordsmanship for the time being, it is enough for you to use the Nine Palaces of the Cave Heaven, and then the teacher will teach you the rest. ”

"In addition, although you are my apprentice, but this sword and swordsmanship were created by Zhang's predecessors, if you have time, you can go to the ancestral hall of the mountain gate to worship the heroic soul of your predecessors. ”

Yan Feng's voice echoed in Zhou Li's ears, and when Xiao Zhou Li opened his eyes again, Yan Feng's figure had disappeared, only a Qinggang sword was in front of him, and under the remnant sun, the sword body was glowing with bursts of wine red.

"Zhou Li, you don't have anything to do?"

When Yan Feng was gone, Su Qiu'er hurriedly ran to Zhou Li's side and wiped the sweat on his face for him.

Xiao Zhouli exhaled deeply, with a determined look in his eyes, and knelt down directly in the direction of Yan Feng's departure.

"Thank you, Master!"

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The wine-red remnant sun sprinkled the heavens and the earth, but there was a white rainbow breaking through the sky, and inside it was Yan Feng and the fat monk, and the direction of going was the cliff enchantment that Yan Feng had followed Wang Qi to before.

(To be continued.) )