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However, after Zhuo Zangfeng finished saying that, he still didn't stop it, and even put a hand on Lao Dao's shoulder extremely presumptuously.

"Senior Liu is a guest of my Heavenly Sword Sect, welcome!"

Liu Qingfeng looked sad, turned around and looked at him carefully, and said:

"Old Dao Liu Qingfeng, the Heavenly Sword Sect is in charge. ”

"It turned out to be the Palm Sect, no wonder I said that there are people with the same name as the Palm Sect in the Heavenly Sword Sect, it's just bold!"

Zhuo Zangfeng said, his hand still not taken away, and he did not kneel on the ground to ask for forgiveness as the palm of the sect thought in his heart.

Liu Qingfeng didn't care about these red tapes, what he was thinking about at the moment was his sword path immortal body, how he changed his life against the sky, so that he could practice.

"You should have other plans when you come to my Heavenly Sword Sect, you are a sword path immortal body, it is just a matter of being able to practice, and you are extremely familiar with my sect's exercises, what is the reason?"

Zhuo Zangfeng walked away a few steps, let the breeze blow, calm his head, and said:

"The reason why I was able to practice was because I was favored by others, and that person is now nowhere to be found, and he can't even repay the favor, he only told me that going to the Heavenly Sword Sect to learn kendo is the right way. ”

"Who is that person?" asked Liu Qingfeng.

He said his name was Duan Qianhua. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng didn't dare to say Meng Taixu, otherwise he was really afraid that this emaciated old Taoist priest would not be able to bear it.

But if he didn't say it, he obviously couldn't hide it from this old Taoist priest who seemed to be able to penetrate everything with his gaze, so he brought up Duan Qianhua.

"Senior Duan, a generation of sword gods!"

Liu Qingfeng's expression suddenly became extremely solemn, and he looked at the fluttering white clouds for a long time.

There were white cranes flying in front of him, and this Heavenly Sword Sect leader was like an ancient pine waiting for the white cranes to perch.

Suddenly, he laughed and said, "A generation of sword gods have said so, okay! Senior Duan has never been convinced in his life, it turns out that he still respects our Dao Ancestor." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng waited for him to smile enough at the pride in his heart, took two steps forward, and asked:

"Sect Master, that Highness Yueyue, how is your injury now?"

Liu Qingfeng was in a relaxed spirit, waved his hand and said: "It's okay to be blessed by misfortune! It's okay! It's okay! It's a great luck!"

Then he turned to look at Zhuo Zangfeng, and said seriously: "You learn swords from the old Tao, maybe one day you can go to Danding Peak to find her." ”

After saying that, the old man, who was in his one hundred and twenty years, smiled rather slyly.

Although he has never experienced love, even if he recalls the love of the year, there is not much left, which does not prevent him from having a beautiful wish of "thousands of miles together".

"How can I ask you, in your heart, Duan Qianhua is important, or is the Heavenly Sword Sect important. ”

Liu Qingfeng suddenly asked.

"Of course, kendo is important. Zhuo Zangfeng replied crisply.

This question is very sensitive, in Liu Qingfeng's opinion, this disciple came to the sect to learn kendo in order to repay Duan Qianhua's favor, or to really admire the Heavenly Sword Sect.

And Zhuo Zangfeng replied too cleverly, and he couldn't be offended, only saying that kendo was important.

Because in a certain aspect, Duan Qianhua is the representative of the sword, and the Heavenly Sword Sect is also the representative of the sword.

Duan Qianhua is proud of the eternal and Meng Taihumility and compassion for the world, which is their sword and character.

"Okay, from today onwards, you can learn the sword with me. ”’

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Since then, this old spoonful has often gone up the mountain to practice swordsmanship together.

Liu Qingfeng is tireless in all problems, and every time he teaches swordsmanship, he also teaches him.

What satisfied this famous master was that he had only taught "Heavenly Opportunity Forgetfulness" once, and this disciple actually memorized it completely, and even memorized it backwards.

"Teacher, I can memorize the 'Heavenly Machine' you taught. ”

"If you can recite it backwards, you don't have to pay homage to me in the future!"

"No! I'm afraid people gossip. ”

"What's not to do? I just say yes!"

"That palm taught me to start memorizing. ”

"Carry it!"

“............”

Like mountains and flowing water, like the first melting of ice and snow, the mantra that he had long been familiar with by heart rushed out of Zhuo Zangfeng's mouth, and lingered in the ears of the white-haired old Taoist of the Heavenly Sword Sect with a subdued tone.

For the first time, the master almost threw away the broom in his hand to sweep the fallen leaves, and then his face was full of thought and he muttered to himself.

"It's impossible! I memorized it for two months, and I wasn't proficient, but he still memorized it, how did he do it?"

Although full of suspicions, Liu Qingfeng had to accept this fact, and then saw that the disciple surnamed Ma had to come over inch by inch, take the chrysanthemum tea from in front of him, and take a sip of himself.

"Hey, Lao Liu, chrysanthemum tea is good!"

Liu Qingfeng smiled, and the smile was very weird.

After laughing, he said with a smile: "Remember, in front of other disciples, you have to give Lao Dao some face, and you can't be big or small." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng nodded solemnly, and then saw Lao Liu's face suddenly change, and reprimanded loudly: "Don't be lazy, I can't teach you swordsmanship today, and I won't have dinner at night." ”

After speaking, the old Taoist priest picked up the broom and strode away.

Since then, the relationship between the two has probably been decided like this, not master and apprentice, not master and disciple, not friend or friend, not relative or reason.

Zhuo Zangfeng's cultivation talent and degree of hard work, Liu Zhangjiao was very satisfied, so he didn't need special supervision.

For him, teaching such a disciple is a blessing in his previous life, and it is completely a matter of sitting back and enjoying it, and sometimes it is simply an extremely pleasant enjoyment.

There is no master in the world who is willing to get along with stupid disciples, and this is not exempt from the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Once, Zhuo Zangfeng thought of the outer disciple brothers, remembered the massage and kneading technique he invented, and wanted to try it for Liu Zhangjiao, who would have thought that in the eyes of others it was an extremely painful thing, this white-haired veteran hummed comfortably.

Then he became addicted to pinching, and every time he finished practicing the sword, he had to come to such a bone-loosening Dafa.

This incident was considered by Zhuo Zangfeng to be a stupid move to steal chickens and rice, but there was nothing to be done. Who let the other party cultivate too high.

Of course, all the resources related to cultivation are the best in the sect, and the elixir, Dao sword, and even food and accommodation can all see the care and hope of this master for him.

The cultivation realm also broke through unconsciously, and it can even be said that it broke through at a speed that made people feel trembling.

Every time he saw him break through the first order, Liu Qingfeng laughed once, but the thoughts of Dao Ancestor in his heart increased by one point.

Even so, this master still thinks that he is too slow to enter the realm, and he can't wait to stuff all the swordsmanship in the world into his stomach.

The head of the sect carried the broom down the mountain and swept the fallen leaves along the stone steps, he practiced the sword, looked at the white crane who stared at him in the morning on the tree and said, remembering that Danding Peak is not far from here, do you want to go over.

Come to think of it, the time spent following the sword training is too short, and I feel that the Sky Splitter should be easy to deal with.

Thinking like this, Zhuo Zangfeng looked down the mountain, seeing that there was no sect leader on the stone steps, he inserted the Qingfeng Dao Sword into the sheath, and his body jumped up lightly and landed on the peak.

Where is Danding Peak, a white mist is vast, and the wind blows the fragrance on the white petals.

He suddenly felt extremely eager to see Yueyue.

Although Yao Caiwei often appears in dreams and in her heart, she is too far away, and her thoughts are blocked by heavy mountains, leaving only a sense of melancholy.

Now that Yueyue is at Danding Peak, it is reasonable that she should go to see her. (To be continued.) )