The inner chamber is wider in size, the walls around it are made of hard granite stone, and the door to the inner chamber is also a stone door more than two feet thick. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info just that the inner room is empty, except for a futon in the center, there are no belongings, and it does not look like a place to live. Qin Yiyang put the oil lamp on the gap on the wall, came to the futon, and sat down cross-legged. He closed his eyes and deduced the martial arts path in his heart, but he always felt that his routines were too evil and could not be associated with the martial arts of the Jingdaomen. The Jingdao Gate is taking a swift and fierce path, but in the one move that is not in vain, it is permeated with an inexplicable femininity, as if the head of the Jingdao who is fighting against him is a woman.

"The Adam's apple softens... The lower body hurts..."Feng Buvain's vague words suddenly echoed in Qin Yiyang's ears, making him involuntarily pinch his throat bone, I don't know if it was the reality or a preconceived idea, Qin Yiyang felt in a trance that the laryngeal bone began to become soft and tough, and the lower body... There seems to be a faint swelling pain coming from it as well.

"This traitor must be bluffing me!" Qin Yiyang opened his eyes and muttered to himself. Even though there was a little worry in his heart, he firmly believed that his body was fine. The dim lights flickered, and the diffuse light drove the dust in the air, making it seem ethereal and complex. In the quiet and tranquil atmosphere, his eyes gradually narrowed together, as if he had settled down.

Seven days later, Xiaogan Shuangfeng Mountain, Yijian Gate.

At the door of the Sword Fighting Sect, there was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, dressed in a light blue suit, carrying a long sword, although his appearance was sparse, he was also in good spirits.

"This little brother, please inform, Jing Dao Feng is not in vain!" Feng said politely to the people of Yijian Sect.

"The wind. . . Wind Master!" As soon as he heard the name of Jing Dao Feng, the young man in charge of knowing the guest in Yijian Gate seemed to be frightened, and he didn't care about being polite for a few weeks, ran towards the door, ran a few steps before remembering something, turned around and bowed to Feng Bu in vain, and then hurriedly ran towards the inner hall.

Feng looked at his stumbling back and shook his head, not feeling amused. After a while, the boy ran out again, and there was no other look on his face, but he was more nervous than before.

"Master Feng, the head of my family went to yesterday... Start the retreat, no way to see the guests!" The young man half-bowed his head, not daring to meet the wind's gaze.

"Yes, it's so unfortunate! How long will the head of your sect be in retreat?" Feng asked with a smile on his face, seemingly casually.

"Maybe... January, maybe a half... Boss, this matter is very coincidental, I am really sorry for causing you to run in vain! Please go back!" Seeing that the wind was not in vain and did not overreact, Mi Yue couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and after doing his best to apologize and send off the guest, he slowly raised his head.

"Huh?" The young man heard the sound of the wind just now, why did he disappear in a moment? The young man looked left and right in surprise, and couldn't help but praise in his heart: This wind master is now the first and the last, and he is really a top master, and his light body kung fu is so wonderful! When will I be...

But in the end, the sword boy's assumption was only half right, and the wind was indeed skillful, but he did not leave, but galloped towards the main hall of the sword gate like the wind.

"The head of the Mi family is so calm, why is the acquaintance at the door panicked? Feng is stupid, and he still hopes that the head of the Mi family will teach him!" "Stepping into the main hall, Feng Bu saw Mi Zhiyan sitting in the hall at a glance, half ridiculous and half mocking.

"The wind knows the strength of the grass, and the cold will wither after seeing it! The head of the wind has come from afar, so what's the matter?" Qi Zhiyan was still immersed in his own world, and did not raise his eyes to look at him, and asked lightly.

"Haha, not busy, not busy, Brother Mi here is full of birds and flowers, and the blue water is green, it is really a fairyland! Feng really doesn't want to leave as soon as he comes!"

"This is easy to say, for the sake of the beautiful mountains and rivers, can the head of the wind deign to enter my sword gate?"

"Feng also has a proposal, Yijian Gate is merged into the Jingdao, and it is not impossible to make a rudder!"

"That being the case, the Feng Master's visit to the Contempt Sect is indeed for the sake of the faction!" Qi Zhiyan raised his eyebrows, his eyes were like a little cold star, and the wind was not in vain.

"Eh--Brother Mi, Feng really can't think of why every time you and I meet, we are indispensable for words and swords!" Feng Buvain's tone softened a lot, as if he was seeking peace.

"The head of the wind is extremely smart, how can he not know?" Qi Zhiyan confidently saw the wind in vain to people very thoroughly, and teased disdainfully.

"That's it, Feng Mou is willing to bow down today, but I don't know what we talked about when we parted last time, what does Brother Mi think?"

"This matter is not in a hurry! Since the head of the wind has come from afar, then I, Mi Zhiyan, must fulfill the friendship of the landlord, please come with me!" Mi Zhiyan stood up, smiled at the wind, and walked in front to lead the way.

The wind could not do anything but follow behind, and the two of them walked towards the hinterland of the Twin Peaks Mountain together. Along the way, strange rocks stand in a forest, trees are lush, beautiful scenery can be seen everywhere, the wind is not in vain and do not feel boring, simply let go of other thoughts, open the leisure and leisure of touring the mountains and rivers. "The mountains are horizontal, the dawn and the fog open", walking and walking, the wind found that Mi Zhiyan was leading himself to climb a mountain as high as a thousand feet.

The mountain is surrounded by steep cliffs, and there is only one trail leading to the mountain. If you rely on the light skills on your body, you can reach the top in a few moments, but Mi Zhiyan is unhurried in front of him, walking step by step, the wind is not in vain to guess what the truth is, and he can only be a guest. After a while, the two finally reached the top of the mountain, but a scene suddenly opened up in front of them: the three mountains at the top were like three huge gourds synthesized together, forming a huge cottage.

"The beacon smoke is a thousand autumn rhymes, where are the soldiers? The blade of the sword is out of the sheath, and the green mountains look at the past and the present!" Qi Zhiyan stood still, looking at the endless flowing river under the peak, the ravines crisscrossing the chessboard-like fields, and chanted leisurely.

Feng Buyi's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't find any suitable words after all, and just looked into the distance in a daze.

"Master Feng, do you know where you are now?" asked Mi Zhiyan in a loud voice.

"Is this Baiyun Ancient Village?" replied tentatively.

"Master Feng's eyesight is good, this is where the army was stationed when Huang Chao raised his troops!" Qi Zhiyan pointed around, just like the leader of the rebel army back then scolded Fang Xuan.