70s rebirth daily
Chapter 66
Song Fengchen couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.
But it doesn't necessarily mean that you can't appreciate He Wei's mood.
The relationship between these two couples is more than simple.
Miss Zhao's calmness is terrifying. On the one hand, she holds a grudge against He Wei, but on the other hand, she has to marry him in order to drive him to avenge her fiancé and grandfather's family who ruined her family back then.
When the big revenge is avenged, she can turn around and poison Hewei mercilessly.
In He Wei's words, it's hard for her to endure humiliation for so many years!
Song Fengchen was powerless to refute Miss Zhao's cold-bloodedness.
Compared with He Wei, she is not a complete victim, and even her marriage has become a bargaining chip for her revenge.
How cruel it is for a woman.
As for why, he may not be innocent.
Regardless of the consequences of his hasty escape from the cornfield, the only thing is that his identity is the original sin——
Because he fell in love with Ms. Zhao's family, before knowing the truth of the matter, he was annoyed at his cowardice, hated the gangsters who hurt Ms. Zhao, and then obeyed her every step of the way.
It was also because he fell in love with Miss Zhao's family, so after knowing the truth of the matter, he regretted it, because his twin brother was among the gangsters who hurt Miss Zhao's family, and he was willing to pay the price for it.
This kind of thinking is almost paranoid, but it is the most suitable method at the moment.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, followed by He Zhengming's voice: "Dad, are you inside?"
He Wei suddenly came back to his senses, and the mourning expression on his face quickly faded away.
"Dad?" He Zhengming raised his hand and knocked on the door again.
"Well, I'm here." He Wei replied slowly.
"Mom and I bought breakfast, and there is your favorite haggis soup, you can come out and eat."
"Okay." He Wei raised his voice slightly, appearing to be in a good mood.
After finishing speaking, he turned to look at Song Fengchen, with a slight smile on his face, as if nothing had happened just now: "Let's go together, Daoist Song."
Song Fengchen said calmly, "Then thank you, Mr. He."
When the two came out of the room, there were already many people sitting at the dinner table. He Zhengming warmly greeted Song Fengchen to take a seat, and He Wei took a bowl of haggis soup from the old woman.
He stared at the oil star in the bowl, picked up a piece of lamb liver and stuffed it into his mouth, the fishy smell spread in his mouth, but what fell to his heart was helplessness and joy.
She struggled in hatred for the first half of her life, so how could he bear to see her sink in remorse and restlessness for the rest of her life.
Things have come to this point, it is wrong to be wrong.
"By the way, Dad, Mom, I suddenly remembered something..." He Zhengming suddenly remembered something.
The He family looked at him in unison.
"Do you still remember the second child of Uncle Yuanming's family?"
He Wei thought for a while, and frowned slightly: "The one with a problematic life style?"
"It's him. His wife divorced him."
The old woman agreed: "His wife is a good one."
He Zhengming covered his mouth and coughed: "Uncle Mingyuan is getting married, that's tomorrow."
Why stop chopsticks, is there any necessary connection between these two things?
He Zhengming's expression was a little strange: "The bride is his second wife, no, it's his ex-wife."
"This--"
The He family looked at each other in blank dismay.
When He Zhengming raised the topic, the atmosphere at the dinner table instantly became lively. Seeing the happy family, as the only insider in the room, Song Fengchen inevitably felt complicated, so he simply didn't speak, just gnawed silently fire.
After breakfast and thanking the He family for their hospitality, Song Fengchen got up to say goodbye, but He Zhengming politely kept a few words and then gave up.
After leaving the gate of He's house, he walked forward for more than ten meters. When he looked back, the big iron gate in front of the small three-story building of He's house had been closed.
He shook his head, and continued to walk forward, leaving the He family's affairs behind.
According to the address given by the old Taoist, Song Fengchen came to the small bungalow again. He raised his hand and knocked on the door, but there was still no answer.
At this moment, a head protruded from the wall of the next yard. The little girl with two braids on her head, about five or six years old, said in a childlike voice, "Uncle, stop knocking, there is no one in this house." .”
Song Fengchen frowned slightly, and asked, "Is there no one all along?"
The little girl tilted her head and thought for a while: "Well, there was someone there on the day I ate mooncakes. It was a fat uncle with big ears. My dad said he looked like Zhu Bajie. He also gave me a candy, which is so sweet. ..."
Song Fengchen automatically filtered the long list of words that the girl said later, the day you ate mooncakes?
Mid-Autumn Festival, that was a few months ago.
He took out the address written to him by the old man from his coat pocket, and it was right here.
Could it be that something happened to the old man?
Thinking of this, Song Fengchen stuffed the note back into his coat pocket, thanked the little girl, then turned and went to the guest house in the town.
After opening the room, he asked the waiter to borrow a pen. He took out a blank yellow sheet of paper from his backpack, with flying symbols drawn on the front, and writing on the back: Arrived, the bungalow is empty, temporarily staying at the guest house.
After finishing writing, he put down the pen, folded the talisman paper into the shape of a flying crane, threw it away, and said softly, "Go—"
I only saw a dazzling golden light bursting out from Feihe's body, and then he seemed to come alive, flapping his wings and flying forward, while hiding his figure.
After finishing this, he yawned and unbuttoned his padded jacket, planning to go back to sleep.
When Lao Dao arrived at the guest house, Song Fengchen was having lunch.
"What, something happened in Guanli?" Song Fengchen asked casually, without any intention of blaming.
The old Taoist glanced at Song Fengchen, and said vaguely, "Almost."
As he spoke, he called the waiter for a bowl of fried noodles.
After lunch, Lao Dao took Song Fengchen out of the town and headed straight to the mountains.
Changning Temple was built on the sunny side of Wuling Mountain, the main peak of Yanshan Mountains. Surrounded by the Tai Chi Hall, its architectural style is quite similar to the Chang'an Palace of the Tang Dynasty. Looking around, it is magnificent and magnificent, with exquisite and gorgeous construction, which can be called resplendent.
"Master." The Taoist priests who came and went stopped one after another and saluted the old Taoist, but the corner of their eyes fell on Song Fengchen in unison.
The old man had a serious face, while Song Fengchen was calm and composed.
Until a middle-aged Taoist priest in his 50s came out with a fat young Taoist priest: "Master."
"En." The old Taoist replied indifferently, then pointed to Song Fengchen and said to him: "This is Song Fengchen, your future nephew, the young master of my Changning Temple."
Then he pointed to the middle-aged Taoist priest: "This is my great apprentice, whose Taoist name is Guangyang, you can just call him Master Uncle."
"Master Uncle." Song Fengchen was not in a hurry, and bowed his hands in salute.
"Nephew Song, welcome to Changning Temple." Guangyang smiled, pointing to the fat young Taoist priest next to him, and said: "I'm really sorry, I originally arranged for him to pick you up in the town Yes, but in the end this guy patronized his daughter-in-law who ran back to her mother's house in a fit of anger, and delayed the business, I hope you will forgive me for my negligence."
"Yes, yes, yes." The fat young Taoist immediately bowed his head and said yes, but there was no trace of guilt on his face.
Song Fengchen's eyes drooped slightly, and he seemed to smell a sense of authority.
Thinking of this, he turned to look at the old man.
But he didn't want the old man to ignore his gaze directly, and just said: "Okay, since the matter has passed, there is no need to mention it again, just don't make an example."
As he said that, his voice changed: "By the way, I still have some things to do there. Guangyang, you can arrange a place for Song Fengchen first, and then take him around to get acquainted with our Changning Temple."
Hearing what he said, Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows and realized.
"Yes." Guangyang smiled even more, and bowed in response.
After finishing speaking, the old Taoist shook his sleeves and left without looking back.
Watching his back disappear around the corner, Guang Yang turned his head to look at Song Fengchen, his eyes narrowed into a slit: "Nephew Song, please!"
The corners of Song Fengchen's lips curved slightly: "Then I will trouble you, Uncle."
After deciding on a place to live, Guangyang hardly concealed his purpose, and brought Song Fengchen to the Yanwu hall.
"According to the master, Nephew Song is very talented, and he can be regarded as the leader of the younger generation in the monk world. It just so happens that my apprentices rely on their amazing talents, and they do all the things that no one can look at on weekdays. I have a terrible headache."
Hearing Guangyang's voice, the noisy training ground gradually quieted down, and more than thirty pairs of eyes looked at Song Fengchen and the two together.
Guang Yang said one word at a time: "I don't know if Nephew Song can teach them a thing or two, so as to kill their spirit."
As soon as the words fell, a young man about the same age as Song Fengchen stood out from the crowd. He held a sword and clasped his fists, and his eyes were piercing: "Xuanzhen, please enlighten me, Junior Brother Song."
Facing the scrutinizing or contemptuous gazes of more than thirty people, Song Fengchen smiled slightly in his heart, and said with a light smile, "As you wish."
"Okay, Nephew Song is so courageous." Guangyang clapped his palms and laughed, seeing that Song Fengchen really fell into his trap, as if he had foreseen Song Fengchen's end, with a proud face.
He didn't believe what the old Taoist said. After all, even if a country boy who didn't even have a teacher had a little bit of ability, how strong could he be?What's more, people who are really capable can rush to be grandchildren for others?
This is also the psychology of most people in Changning Temple.
The crowd immediately gave way to a path, and Song Fengchen walked slowly in front of Xuanzhen under the watchful eyes of everyone.
"What weapon is Junior Brother Song best at?" Xuan Zhen stood holding a sword, his eyes fell on Song Fengchen's slightly bloated padded jacket, and a sneer flashed in his eyes.Back then, their senior brothers were able to humiliate Cai Jinming, who was trained by their master uncle, out of Changning Temple, and now they can still deal with Song Fengchen who came out of nowhere.
The reason for asking such an extra question is purely because I don't want people to say that he is invincible.
"Just a long sword." Song Fengchen's eyes fell on the long sword in the hands of the crowd.
As soon as the words fell, someone immediately threw the long sword in his hand at Song Fengchen.
Song Fengchen raised his right hand, and the long sword fell firmly into his palm, "Please——"
Facing Song Fengchen's calm expression, Xuanzhen suddenly felt uneasy, but the matter has come to this point, and there is no room for him to go back on his word.
Thinking of this, he flipped his wrist, lifted the long sword, and shouted: "Look at the sword—"
As he said that, a thin layer of true energy lingered on the sword body, and he stomped on the ground with his left foot, rushing towards Song Fengchen.
The strong wind blowing to his face messed up Song Fengchen's hair on his forehead. He raised his eyelids, and at the moment when the tip of the sword was about to touch his forehead, his body was slightly sideways, just passing the blade of the sword.
As soon as the blow was missed, Xuanzhen turned his head and looked at Song Fengchen who was still calm and breezy, a look of fear suddenly appeared on his face, he stabilized his mind, and shouted: "Come again——"
The next 5 minutes were spent in the scene where Xuanzhen attacked and Song Fengchen dodged.
Compared with Xuanzhen jumping up and down all the way, and looking at Song Fengchen's calm appearance, the disciples of Changning Guan who were present suddenly felt that Song Fengchen was playing tricks
Xuan really felt it.
The one who felt this way was Xuanzhen himself. He was panting lightly, sweating profusely on his forehead. He stared at Song Fengchen with a resentful expression on his face, as if he had made up his mind. Take out a handful of talisman paper.
Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows, and didn't intend to tangle with Xuanzhen any more. Just as the other party was chanting a spell, he appeared behind Xuanzhen in a flash, and then kicked him away.
The huge Martial Arts Hall fell into a brief silence, and everyone looked at Xuanzhen lying in front of them in disbelief, falling on all fours, and fell into a sluggishness collectively.
Before Guangyang came back to his senses, a young Taoist priest who was a few years older than Xuanzhen walked out of the crowd, his eyes were burning like a torch: "Xuanhe, please enlighten me, Junior Brother Song."
Seven minutes later, Xuanhe was also kicked out of the training ground.
After another 10 minutes, Xuan Cheng, the eldest disciple of Guangyang and the leader of Changning Guan's younger generation, also ended up in the same fate as the previous two.
The expressions of the crowd of onlookers changed in an instant, with envy, admiration, and surprise...
Only Guangyang's face was ashen.
He set up this situation to make Song Fengchen lose face in front of all his disciples, but he didn't expect things to go against his wish...
At this moment, Song Fengchen, who was not blushing or out of breath on the training ground, lifted the long sword in his hand and pointed the sword point at Guangyang.
He said loudly: "I heard that Master is the No. 1 Master under Xuan Chengzi Temple in Changning Temple. Today Song Fengchen dared to challenge Master. I wonder if Master can give us some advice."
"You, what did you say?" Guangyang's pupils shrank.
The crowd of onlookers looked at Song Fengchen and then at Guangyang. After being in a trance, their heartbeats suddenly accelerated.
What a big show!
Song Fengchen looked at Guangyang, "Please teach me, Master!"
His eyes flickered slightly, if you want to show me off, then I will use you to make an example of others.
But it doesn't necessarily mean that you can't appreciate He Wei's mood.
The relationship between these two couples is more than simple.
Miss Zhao's calmness is terrifying. On the one hand, she holds a grudge against He Wei, but on the other hand, she has to marry him in order to drive him to avenge her fiancé and grandfather's family who ruined her family back then.
When the big revenge is avenged, she can turn around and poison Hewei mercilessly.
In He Wei's words, it's hard for her to endure humiliation for so many years!
Song Fengchen was powerless to refute Miss Zhao's cold-bloodedness.
Compared with He Wei, she is not a complete victim, and even her marriage has become a bargaining chip for her revenge.
How cruel it is for a woman.
As for why, he may not be innocent.
Regardless of the consequences of his hasty escape from the cornfield, the only thing is that his identity is the original sin——
Because he fell in love with Ms. Zhao's family, before knowing the truth of the matter, he was annoyed at his cowardice, hated the gangsters who hurt Ms. Zhao, and then obeyed her every step of the way.
It was also because he fell in love with Miss Zhao's family, so after knowing the truth of the matter, he regretted it, because his twin brother was among the gangsters who hurt Miss Zhao's family, and he was willing to pay the price for it.
This kind of thinking is almost paranoid, but it is the most suitable method at the moment.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, followed by He Zhengming's voice: "Dad, are you inside?"
He Wei suddenly came back to his senses, and the mourning expression on his face quickly faded away.
"Dad?" He Zhengming raised his hand and knocked on the door again.
"Well, I'm here." He Wei replied slowly.
"Mom and I bought breakfast, and there is your favorite haggis soup, you can come out and eat."
"Okay." He Wei raised his voice slightly, appearing to be in a good mood.
After finishing speaking, he turned to look at Song Fengchen, with a slight smile on his face, as if nothing had happened just now: "Let's go together, Daoist Song."
Song Fengchen said calmly, "Then thank you, Mr. He."
When the two came out of the room, there were already many people sitting at the dinner table. He Zhengming warmly greeted Song Fengchen to take a seat, and He Wei took a bowl of haggis soup from the old woman.
He stared at the oil star in the bowl, picked up a piece of lamb liver and stuffed it into his mouth, the fishy smell spread in his mouth, but what fell to his heart was helplessness and joy.
She struggled in hatred for the first half of her life, so how could he bear to see her sink in remorse and restlessness for the rest of her life.
Things have come to this point, it is wrong to be wrong.
"By the way, Dad, Mom, I suddenly remembered something..." He Zhengming suddenly remembered something.
The He family looked at him in unison.
"Do you still remember the second child of Uncle Yuanming's family?"
He Wei thought for a while, and frowned slightly: "The one with a problematic life style?"
"It's him. His wife divorced him."
The old woman agreed: "His wife is a good one."
He Zhengming covered his mouth and coughed: "Uncle Mingyuan is getting married, that's tomorrow."
Why stop chopsticks, is there any necessary connection between these two things?
He Zhengming's expression was a little strange: "The bride is his second wife, no, it's his ex-wife."
"This--"
The He family looked at each other in blank dismay.
When He Zhengming raised the topic, the atmosphere at the dinner table instantly became lively. Seeing the happy family, as the only insider in the room, Song Fengchen inevitably felt complicated, so he simply didn't speak, just gnawed silently fire.
After breakfast and thanking the He family for their hospitality, Song Fengchen got up to say goodbye, but He Zhengming politely kept a few words and then gave up.
After leaving the gate of He's house, he walked forward for more than ten meters. When he looked back, the big iron gate in front of the small three-story building of He's house had been closed.
He shook his head, and continued to walk forward, leaving the He family's affairs behind.
According to the address given by the old Taoist, Song Fengchen came to the small bungalow again. He raised his hand and knocked on the door, but there was still no answer.
At this moment, a head protruded from the wall of the next yard. The little girl with two braids on her head, about five or six years old, said in a childlike voice, "Uncle, stop knocking, there is no one in this house." .”
Song Fengchen frowned slightly, and asked, "Is there no one all along?"
The little girl tilted her head and thought for a while: "Well, there was someone there on the day I ate mooncakes. It was a fat uncle with big ears. My dad said he looked like Zhu Bajie. He also gave me a candy, which is so sweet. ..."
Song Fengchen automatically filtered the long list of words that the girl said later, the day you ate mooncakes?
Mid-Autumn Festival, that was a few months ago.
He took out the address written to him by the old man from his coat pocket, and it was right here.
Could it be that something happened to the old man?
Thinking of this, Song Fengchen stuffed the note back into his coat pocket, thanked the little girl, then turned and went to the guest house in the town.
After opening the room, he asked the waiter to borrow a pen. He took out a blank yellow sheet of paper from his backpack, with flying symbols drawn on the front, and writing on the back: Arrived, the bungalow is empty, temporarily staying at the guest house.
After finishing writing, he put down the pen, folded the talisman paper into the shape of a flying crane, threw it away, and said softly, "Go—"
I only saw a dazzling golden light bursting out from Feihe's body, and then he seemed to come alive, flapping his wings and flying forward, while hiding his figure.
After finishing this, he yawned and unbuttoned his padded jacket, planning to go back to sleep.
When Lao Dao arrived at the guest house, Song Fengchen was having lunch.
"What, something happened in Guanli?" Song Fengchen asked casually, without any intention of blaming.
The old Taoist glanced at Song Fengchen, and said vaguely, "Almost."
As he spoke, he called the waiter for a bowl of fried noodles.
After lunch, Lao Dao took Song Fengchen out of the town and headed straight to the mountains.
Changning Temple was built on the sunny side of Wuling Mountain, the main peak of Yanshan Mountains. Surrounded by the Tai Chi Hall, its architectural style is quite similar to the Chang'an Palace of the Tang Dynasty. Looking around, it is magnificent and magnificent, with exquisite and gorgeous construction, which can be called resplendent.
"Master." The Taoist priests who came and went stopped one after another and saluted the old Taoist, but the corner of their eyes fell on Song Fengchen in unison.
The old man had a serious face, while Song Fengchen was calm and composed.
Until a middle-aged Taoist priest in his 50s came out with a fat young Taoist priest: "Master."
"En." The old Taoist replied indifferently, then pointed to Song Fengchen and said to him: "This is Song Fengchen, your future nephew, the young master of my Changning Temple."
Then he pointed to the middle-aged Taoist priest: "This is my great apprentice, whose Taoist name is Guangyang, you can just call him Master Uncle."
"Master Uncle." Song Fengchen was not in a hurry, and bowed his hands in salute.
"Nephew Song, welcome to Changning Temple." Guangyang smiled, pointing to the fat young Taoist priest next to him, and said: "I'm really sorry, I originally arranged for him to pick you up in the town Yes, but in the end this guy patronized his daughter-in-law who ran back to her mother's house in a fit of anger, and delayed the business, I hope you will forgive me for my negligence."
"Yes, yes, yes." The fat young Taoist immediately bowed his head and said yes, but there was no trace of guilt on his face.
Song Fengchen's eyes drooped slightly, and he seemed to smell a sense of authority.
Thinking of this, he turned to look at the old man.
But he didn't want the old man to ignore his gaze directly, and just said: "Okay, since the matter has passed, there is no need to mention it again, just don't make an example."
As he said that, his voice changed: "By the way, I still have some things to do there. Guangyang, you can arrange a place for Song Fengchen first, and then take him around to get acquainted with our Changning Temple."
Hearing what he said, Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows and realized.
"Yes." Guangyang smiled even more, and bowed in response.
After finishing speaking, the old Taoist shook his sleeves and left without looking back.
Watching his back disappear around the corner, Guang Yang turned his head to look at Song Fengchen, his eyes narrowed into a slit: "Nephew Song, please!"
The corners of Song Fengchen's lips curved slightly: "Then I will trouble you, Uncle."
After deciding on a place to live, Guangyang hardly concealed his purpose, and brought Song Fengchen to the Yanwu hall.
"According to the master, Nephew Song is very talented, and he can be regarded as the leader of the younger generation in the monk world. It just so happens that my apprentices rely on their amazing talents, and they do all the things that no one can look at on weekdays. I have a terrible headache."
Hearing Guangyang's voice, the noisy training ground gradually quieted down, and more than thirty pairs of eyes looked at Song Fengchen and the two together.
Guang Yang said one word at a time: "I don't know if Nephew Song can teach them a thing or two, so as to kill their spirit."
As soon as the words fell, a young man about the same age as Song Fengchen stood out from the crowd. He held a sword and clasped his fists, and his eyes were piercing: "Xuanzhen, please enlighten me, Junior Brother Song."
Facing the scrutinizing or contemptuous gazes of more than thirty people, Song Fengchen smiled slightly in his heart, and said with a light smile, "As you wish."
"Okay, Nephew Song is so courageous." Guangyang clapped his palms and laughed, seeing that Song Fengchen really fell into his trap, as if he had foreseen Song Fengchen's end, with a proud face.
He didn't believe what the old Taoist said. After all, even if a country boy who didn't even have a teacher had a little bit of ability, how strong could he be?What's more, people who are really capable can rush to be grandchildren for others?
This is also the psychology of most people in Changning Temple.
The crowd immediately gave way to a path, and Song Fengchen walked slowly in front of Xuanzhen under the watchful eyes of everyone.
"What weapon is Junior Brother Song best at?" Xuan Zhen stood holding a sword, his eyes fell on Song Fengchen's slightly bloated padded jacket, and a sneer flashed in his eyes.Back then, their senior brothers were able to humiliate Cai Jinming, who was trained by their master uncle, out of Changning Temple, and now they can still deal with Song Fengchen who came out of nowhere.
The reason for asking such an extra question is purely because I don't want people to say that he is invincible.
"Just a long sword." Song Fengchen's eyes fell on the long sword in the hands of the crowd.
As soon as the words fell, someone immediately threw the long sword in his hand at Song Fengchen.
Song Fengchen raised his right hand, and the long sword fell firmly into his palm, "Please——"
Facing Song Fengchen's calm expression, Xuanzhen suddenly felt uneasy, but the matter has come to this point, and there is no room for him to go back on his word.
Thinking of this, he flipped his wrist, lifted the long sword, and shouted: "Look at the sword—"
As he said that, a thin layer of true energy lingered on the sword body, and he stomped on the ground with his left foot, rushing towards Song Fengchen.
The strong wind blowing to his face messed up Song Fengchen's hair on his forehead. He raised his eyelids, and at the moment when the tip of the sword was about to touch his forehead, his body was slightly sideways, just passing the blade of the sword.
As soon as the blow was missed, Xuanzhen turned his head and looked at Song Fengchen who was still calm and breezy, a look of fear suddenly appeared on his face, he stabilized his mind, and shouted: "Come again——"
The next 5 minutes were spent in the scene where Xuanzhen attacked and Song Fengchen dodged.
Compared with Xuanzhen jumping up and down all the way, and looking at Song Fengchen's calm appearance, the disciples of Changning Guan who were present suddenly felt that Song Fengchen was playing tricks
Xuan really felt it.
The one who felt this way was Xuanzhen himself. He was panting lightly, sweating profusely on his forehead. He stared at Song Fengchen with a resentful expression on his face, as if he had made up his mind. Take out a handful of talisman paper.
Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows, and didn't intend to tangle with Xuanzhen any more. Just as the other party was chanting a spell, he appeared behind Xuanzhen in a flash, and then kicked him away.
The huge Martial Arts Hall fell into a brief silence, and everyone looked at Xuanzhen lying in front of them in disbelief, falling on all fours, and fell into a sluggishness collectively.
Before Guangyang came back to his senses, a young Taoist priest who was a few years older than Xuanzhen walked out of the crowd, his eyes were burning like a torch: "Xuanhe, please enlighten me, Junior Brother Song."
Seven minutes later, Xuanhe was also kicked out of the training ground.
After another 10 minutes, Xuan Cheng, the eldest disciple of Guangyang and the leader of Changning Guan's younger generation, also ended up in the same fate as the previous two.
The expressions of the crowd of onlookers changed in an instant, with envy, admiration, and surprise...
Only Guangyang's face was ashen.
He set up this situation to make Song Fengchen lose face in front of all his disciples, but he didn't expect things to go against his wish...
At this moment, Song Fengchen, who was not blushing or out of breath on the training ground, lifted the long sword in his hand and pointed the sword point at Guangyang.
He said loudly: "I heard that Master is the No. 1 Master under Xuan Chengzi Temple in Changning Temple. Today Song Fengchen dared to challenge Master. I wonder if Master can give us some advice."
"You, what did you say?" Guangyang's pupils shrank.
The crowd of onlookers looked at Song Fengchen and then at Guangyang. After being in a trance, their heartbeats suddenly accelerated.
What a big show!
Song Fengchen looked at Guangyang, "Please teach me, Master!"
His eyes flickered slightly, if you want to show me off, then I will use you to make an example of others.
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