Feng Yang's right hand rubbed his ass limped, and he followed Mei'er and walked towards Pin Meixuan.

Mei'er saw Feng Yang pouting all the way and ignored herself, although the strange appearance of his walking was funny, she was embarrassed to tease him again, and she was a little upset to see him always rubbing his ass with one hand. stepped forward and said softly, "Why don't I help you?"

"Don't be a cat mouse, you fought so hard just now. Stop pretending to be merciful now. Feng Yang said angrily.

"Stinky boy, this girl saw that you were uncomfortable, and she wanted to help you, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant. Mei'er didn't expect Feng Yang to say this, so she couldn't help but say angrily.

"You really want to help me, so you can carry me away. Feng Yang stopped, pretending to be pitiful.

"You want to be beautiful, if you want this girl to carry you, then you can go by yourself. Hmph!" Mei'er finished speaking, no longer paying attention to the wind, raising her head, and walking forward briskly.

"The stinky girl said that she wanted to help me, how could she run faster than a rabbit. Feng Yang muttered and dragged his still somewhat painful ass along.

After a while, Feng Yang came to the front steps of Pinmeixuan, and saw Mei'er standing by the door waiting for him, and a trace of warmth poured into his heart. His face pretended to be very uncomfortable, and he said to Mei'er with a sad face: "Good sister, you can carry me up, my butt hurts so much." ”

"Stinky boy, don't pretend to be garlic in front of me, don't come up quickly. Although Mei'er said this, she regretted that she had done too hard just now.

"But it really hurts! Why don't you come and help me?" Feng Yang thought to himself that it was impossible for Mei'er to come over and carry himself up, so he had to lower his requirements.

"Well, are you really in pain? Alright then, I'll help you up. Mei'er walked down the steps and came over to hold Feng Yang's arm.

"Uh-huh. Feng Yang flashed a smug look on Mei'er's face as he held his arm, but his face showed a painful expression, and he moaned softly to strengthen the effect, and leaned towards Mei'er.

"You ......" Mei'er didn't know what to say, and it was not easy to push away Feng Yang, so she gritted her teeth and supported him up the steps with a red face.

"Alright, you can go by yourself. As soon as she got up the steps, Mei'er blushed and wanted to let go of her hands.

"You'd better help me in, I've just walked so far, my butt hurts even more, and I can't walk anymore. Feng Yang begged Mei'er with a pitiful expression.

"This ...... Not good. Mei'er's little face was flushed and said shyly.

"What's wrong, who made you hit so hard just now, or help me. I told my uncle that he had beaten me violently just now. Feng Yang threatened to help Mei'er.

"Oh well. Mei'er was a little afraid of the wind and complained in front of Mei Qingjie. I had to continue to help him walk to the backyard hall. Before the wind arrived just now, she had already asked the maidservant girl about Mei Qingjie and his wife playing chess in the backyard hall.

In the backyard hall of Pin Meixuan, Mei Qingjie was playing chess and drinking tea with his wife Yin Xiaojun, and two green-clothed maidservants were standing beside him.

Yin Xiaojun looked at the chess game on the chessboard with Baizi, she suddenly looked up at the door and said, "Crazy girl, what's wrong with Yang'er?"

As soon as Yin Xiaojun's words fell, Mei'er appeared outside the door of the side hall with Feng Yang. Mei'er hurriedly said, "Madam, Feng Yang is fine. ”

"Why do you want to hold on to it?" Yin Xiaojun asked puzzled.

Feng Yang hurriedly stepped forward and bowed and saluted, "My nephew visits my uncle and aunt." Thank you aunt for your concern, my nephew is fine, but just now I was hit in the butt by a bitch's front paws, and it hurts a little, so Sister Mei'er helped me in. Feng Yang said respectfully, his eyes showing a playful look when he talked about being hit in the ass by a bitch, but Mei'er was beside him with anger on his face. All these changes fell into the eyes of Mei Qingjie and his wife.

Yin Xiaojun said with a smile: "Oh, it was a bitch who was hit in the buttocks, why do you want to annoy this little bitch? Do you want me to help you teach this little bitch a lesson?"

Mei'er stood there and stomped her jade feet and said angrily, "Madam, why do you keep looking at me? I'm not a little." ”

"I didn't say that you are the little bitch who tears people's butts, why are you nervous? Or are you the little bitch?" Yin Xiaojun looked at Mei'er with a smile on his face, and said in a playful tone.

"Lord, you see that Madame is always playing tricks on me. Mei'er's figure flashed, and she pulled Mei Qingjie's arm and shook it lightly.

"Alright, alright, don't shake my old bones. Mei Qingjie patted Mei'er's hand and said slowly with a loving face.

"Why did you beat Yang'er so hard?" Mei Qingjie continued.

"He was the one who hit me first. I couldn't get angry enough to hit him. Mei'er pouted and whispered.

"Who told you to scare me? Feng Yang protested below.

"Do you want to hit me on the top of my head so hard in self-defense? Mei'er stood beside Mei Qingjie and stomped her feet.

"You didn't spank me hard yet. Feng Yang retorted.

"You didn't hit me first, how did I hit you. Mei'er's little face was flushed, and she hurriedly stomped her jade foot and pointed at the wind, with the intention of fighting and tearing.

Mei Qingjie and his wife looked at Feng Yang with a smile on their faces, and the two argued. The two green-clothed maidservants behind them had already blushed.

"Alright, you two little devils don't argue. Mei Qing's words stopped the argument between the two.

Mei Qingjie looked at Feng Yang lovingly and said, "Yang'er, I heard your Brother Zihan say that you sorted out the 'Liuyun Sword Technique' of the Qishan School from the sword book of the library and gave it to the charm girl, right?"

"Yes, uncle. Feng Yang replied respectfully.

Mei Qingjie turned his head to look at Mei'er beside him and said, "Mei'er, you practice for me and my wife." ”

"Is it here?" asked Mei'er.

"Let's go to the entrance outside the door. Mei Qingjie pointed out the window and said.

"Yes. He bowed respectfully, took the long sword in the hand of the green-clothed maid behind him and walked out of the door. When the green-clothed maid behind her heard Mei Qingjie ask her to practice the 'Flowing Cloud Sword Technique', she went over and took off the long sword on the wall and held it in her hand.

Mei Qingjie and the others walked out of the side hall with Mei'er and came to the bluestone outside the door.

Mei'er walked to the center of Qingshicheng and stood, took a deep breath, jumped in front of her with a sword in her right hand and danced more than a dozen sword flowers. Suddenly, Mei'er jumped off the ground, and the long sword in her hand turned into a thunder cloud floating in the air, and then the thunder and lightning cloud suddenly turned into a sword rain and hit Chengmian, only to hear a bang, the cloud dissipated and the earth returned to calm. A round of applause followed.

"Charming girl, your attainments in this set of 'Flowing Sword Technique' are deeper than those of the 'Plain Girl Sword Technique'. Yin Xiaojun was a little puzzled.

"It was Feng Yang who taught me how to comprehend the sword intent of the 'Flowing Cloud Sword Technique'. Mei'er said shyly.

"Yang'er taught you to comprehend the sword intent of this set of swordsmanship?" Yin Xiaojun asked with a shock in his heart.

"Yes. Mei'er replied respectfully.

Mei Qingjie heard Mei'er say that it was Feng Yang who taught her to comprehend the sword intent of the 'Flowing Cloud Sword Technique', and said to Feng Yang: "Yang'er, you can also practice the 'Flowing Cloud Sword Technique' again." His voice was very kind.

"Uncle, my nephew doesn't have the blessing of internal strength, and this set of swordsmanship is not very good. ”

"It's okay, you can practice. Mei Qingjie stroked his long beard and smiled.

"Yes," Feng Yang bowed respectfully, and walked towards Mei'er to take the long sword. Came to the center of Qingshicheng and stood, his left hand hung down on his left leg, the tip of the long sword in his right hand pointed downward to the ground, closed his eyes and gathered his mind, and communicated the sword intent in his heart with the long sword in his hand. With the fusion of sword intent and long sword, the momentum of Xiao Killing emanating from Feng Yang's body gradually increased.

The killing momentum exuded by Feng Yang's body affected everyone present. Mei Qingjie and Yin Xiaojun were both shocked in their hearts, and couldn't help but wonder: "Yang'er is only sixteen years old to have this momentum, and he is not dumb to have the aura of a Jiazi cultivator who is a master of the inner family." If you can practice internal strength, your future prospects are immeasurable. ”

I saw the wind raise a clear drink, the long sword seemed to have life, like a silver dragon wandering east and west around him to stir up the light and shadow of the Dao, the light and shadow turned into a flowing cloud, the flowing cloud turned into a thunder cloud gathered in front of him, and in an instant the thunder cloud turned into a sword rain in the sky and hit the front, after the rainstorm, the wind and clouds dissipated, and everything returned to calm.

"Not bad. Yang'er's attainments in swordsmanship are much higher than that of the charming girl, and this set of swordsmanship can make you light and agile like flowing water, but you can not lose the sharpness of your sword moves, which shows that you have understood the essence of this set of swordsmanship. Mei Qingjie nodded with a smile of appreciation.

Yin Xiaojun couldn't help but compare Feng Yang with his son, and said in his heart: "Yang'er is a few years younger than Han'er, but his comprehension in the exercises is much higher. Han'er probably doesn't even have half of his understanding, so it would be nice if he had such a talent. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

Mei Qingjie then asked suspiciously: "It's just that this set of swordsmanship is plausible with the Qishan faction's 'flowing sword technique' sword moves, what's going on?"

"Oh, that's the case, the 'Liuyun Sword Technique' in the sword spectrum is detailed with flaws, and these sword moves are also relatively simple in the sword spectrum, I added some of my own ideas when I formed a set of sword moves in the sword spectrum, modified some changes, and I don't know if it will make this set of sword techniques more flawed?"

"You modified the sword move, so it's no wonder it's different from the original sword move. Mei Qingjie said thoughtfully.

Feng Yang bowed respectfully and said, "Please uncle point out where this set of swordsmanship is not reached." ”

Mei Qingjie thought for a while and said: "The 'Flowing Cloud Sword Technique' you modified is somewhat improved compared to the original Sword Technique, but it is limited to your own low cultivation, lack of knowledge, and lack of wide vision, so you have not improved much. But it's already very good, you are only sixteen years old, and it doesn't take long to practice to be able to connect some sword moves without mental techniques into a complete set of swordsmanship, which is already a genius, not to mention that you have also modified it to make it more powerful than the original swordsmanship, which is even more rare. ”

"Uncle, is it really more beneficial than the original sword technique?" Feng Yang didn't believe that the 'Liuyun Sword Technique' he modified would be more powerful than the original sword technique, and originally just wanted to get as close to the original sword technique as possible and reduce the flaws known in the moves. What I didn't expect was that Mei Qingjie would have such a high evaluation of himself.

"Yes, as long as you increase your own knowledge, plus your talent is extraordinary, your future cultivation will be immeasurable. Mei Qingjie nodded.

"I will, please rest assured. Feng Yang said respectfully.