"Master Chu Shi does not cultivate his internal strength, and his external strength has not been completed. The voice of the yellow-eyed monk suddenly sounded, "The word 'martial arts', don't say it." He heard Gan Guanghao say with his own ears that he was going to kill Chu Feng and destroy the Northern Sect Dao Sect. What's more, along the way, Chu Feng's body is quite strong, but he has no internal skills at all, and the martial arts competition is even more nonsense.

We have internal strength, as for external strength, in this world that places great emphasis on deep internal strength, his master Gu Zichen is really an alternative. Chu Feng, who has been practicing swordsmanship for several years, is really not thin if he wants to say that he has a foundation in swordsmanship. It's just these things, how could Chu Feng take the initiative to say it.

For a while, the atmosphere in the room was a little tense.

Huangmei Monk confronted Zuo Zimu's words in person, Chu Feng and Gan Guanghao are juniors, and it is not easy to speak in this situation. The tea was getting cooler, Zuo Zimu lightly twisted his long beard with three fingers of his left hand, looked at Chu Feng and said, "Senior Brother Chu's nephew is a disciple of Senior Brother Gu after all, so let's go back to Wuliang Mountain with me." ”

Before the Huangmei monk could speak, Chu Feng had already smiled and said, "The children of the Northern Sect have returned to the Jianhu Palace, but there is no need for Mr. Zuo to bother." The five-year period is approaching, and the sect master of the Eastern Sect should teach his disciples more carefully. ”

Hearing Chu Feng's words faintly claiming to be the "Sect Master of the Northern Sect", Zuo Zimu's hand shook slightly, and several of his well-maintained long beards were also twisted, and he snorted coldly: "Master Huangmei is so calculating! Senior Brother Gu was defeated back then and went to Shanxi, so I think I am also angry." As he spoke, he pointed at Chu Feng, "Okay, I'll wait in the Sword Lake Palace to see how your Northern Sect returns to the Sword Lake!"

Come and go faster. Zuo Zimu turned around and left the teahouse, Gan Guanghao didn't know why, and he also bowed and withdrew.

Chu Feng was also a little surprised, even if he had the Northern Spiritual Skill in hand, but everything was difficult at the beginning, Zuo Zimu wanted to destroy him and handed him the long sword. Chu Feng definitely couldn't go back to Wuliang Mountain with him, and when he got there, he didn't just let people knead it. His words were just to reposition the relationship between the two from the elders and juniors to a matter between the Eastern Sect and the Northern Sect, saving Zuo Zimu from looking like "Uncle Shi is good for you", and took the lead everywhere.

Who knew that as soon as he said this, Zuo Zimu actually pointed the sprouts directly at the Huangmei monk, which was a little weird. Chu Feng originally thought that the Huangmei monk was in the Wuliang Mountain to do Guanghao, which attracted Zuo Zimu, but now it seems that the Huangmei monk has a deep "friendship" with this Wuliang Sword.

"It's rare that you have this ambition. After a while, the yellow-eyed monk sighed, "But two years is too short." Zuo Zimu swordsmanship is not under your master, and his disciples are not Erer. It's strange to say, how come you can't ...... martial arts at all"

Chu Feng himself felt very strange, but after thinking about it, he still led the topic away, and asked carefully: "Look at Mr. Zuo's words, it seems that he has a grudge against the master?"

"Brother Gu has never talked about Lao Gu? Also, Brother Gu's spleen surname will definitely not tell people right and wrong. ”

Looking at the old monk's face immersed in memories, Chu Feng wanted to ask him: What does your expression of deeply hurting "Brother Gu" mean. But this kind of thing involving the friendship of the previous generation, Chu Feng was curious, but he was afraid that if he asked, he would ask some earth-shattering secret, and then the blackened yellow-eyed monk would be really cheating.

The Huangmei monk was immersed in memories, Chu Feng waited for the Huangmei monk to speak, and the broken anger outside the door looked at the two people sitting in the teahouse very seriously, and said, "Mr. Zuo is gone." "He learned this title from Chu Feng, otherwise he would have to call himself the head of the left or the sect master of the left.

The yellow-eyed monk nodded, ignored the anger, looked at Chu Feng's eyes, and asked: "Walking the rivers and lakes, once you make a mistake, you will have to worry about your life." Since you don't know martial arts, why don't you find another way?" said with a slight pause, "If you are interested, you can learn some techniques of disambiguation in this Lianhua Temple, and you can also be rich and prosperous for a lifetime." ”

Chu Feng looked at the pair of very oppressive yellow eyebrows, and still said very sincerely: "The Northern Sect has fallen, how can the younger generation live alone? Chu Feng was born in the world, a dignified seven-foot man, there should always be something that must be done. "It's rare to come to this world, fortunately with Beiming and Ling Bo by their side, how many people can rest assured that they will live on one side?

"The Great Song Dynasty occupies the Central Plains alone, with Great Liao in the north, Western Xia in the northwest, and Tibet in the southwest. The Huangmei monk suddenly talked about geography, looked at Chu Feng and listened quietly, and said, "The south is our Dali." Although Dali is small, it is also a rare place of peace. In troubled times, I realized that the word 'peace' is the most rare. ”

Chu Feng looked at the old monk who loved the house and Wu with a sincere face, and his words seemed to be directed at his own children, and he inevitably softened in his heart, and said: "Master, do you still remember the 'Prince of Yanqing'?" Prince Yanqing is naturally Duan Yanqing among the four evildoers, but Chu Feng said it at this time, but he was talking about the rebellion of Dali's powerful ministers back then, implying that although Dali is good, it is inevitable that swords.

The yellow-eyed monk said: "Yes, yes." ”

Chu Feng thought that he was persuaded by himself, and his mood was slightly relieved, and he saw the old monk raise his yellow eyebrows, slowly stretched out his middle finger, and pointed it towards his chest. Although he didn't know what the old monk wanted to do, Chu Feng wanted to flick back when he saw him pointing, avoiding this finger, and it was already pointed on his chest.

Chu Feng watched the old monk point at his chest, and was about to speak, but he felt that his heart was moving, but the root of his tongue did not obey the call and could not speak. Facing this martial arts master who liked to sneak attack junior disciples, Chu Feng suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

"Brother Gu's swordsmanship is not under the old man, once the Northern Sect was destroyed, the opponent should not be underestimated. If you want to avenge your teacher, think about how to break Lao Gu's vajra finger power first. The yellow-eyed monk stood up, walked to the door of the tea house, and said without looking back, leaving only a shiny back of Chu Feng's head.

The little novice shrank at the door, looking curiously at Chu Feng, who had become a wooden man, and was about to speak when the yellow-eyed monk patted him on the head and asked, "Master, this is not good...... and then he went to copy the Buddhist scriptures, and slowly thought about what it means to respect the teacher.

Chu Feng, who suddenly became a wooden man, could see, hear, nose and smell, his five senses were still there, but he couldn't move. At the beginning, I was a little afraid, after all, the magic is hidden, and the mentality of "looking at everyone like a thief" is always a little bit. Speaking of that divine skill, a passage in the Northern Spiritual Skill faintly appeared in my heart: "...... His inner strength entered my body and was stored in the cloud gate and other acupoints. However, if the enemy's internal strength is superior to ours, the sea water will pour into the river, and the danger is very great, be cautious, be cautious. "ps: You can come to Jiangcheng every summer to see the sea...... It's just that the lightning and thunder are extinguished, and it hurts a little bit to lose our network.