There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

Jun Mowen finally knew the origin of the name "Flying Snow Rock".

Following Wu Feng to the top of the peak again, before he could raise his eyes to look, a gust of wind suddenly blows countless crimson petals like flying snow, falling on people's heads and bodies, but they can't bear to wipe them off.

It is the season when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom. The sound of water on Liupu Peak is like thunder, and the clouds are floating beside them. The morning sun casts mottled light and shadows on the ground through the branches and leaves, and the flying flowers flying all over the sky bring them into the world. The land is rendered like a wonderful fairyland, suspicious and unreal, and forget the commonplace after seeing it.

"I've been here before."

Jun Mowen didn't know why he suddenly brought up this matter, but deep down in his heart, he had already identified Wu Feng as a friend worthy of making friends. The matter of being an enemy that must be eliminated.

Wu Feng listened to him calmly, but only smiled slightly: "The Wu family in the south of the Yangtze River has made many enemies, and it is reasonable to become a thorn in the side of your sect."

Speaking of this, my heart suddenly moved, and I suddenly remembered the mysterious master I met on the river on the way to Luoying Mountain in a hurry.

"Three months ago, when I was rushing from Xuzhou to Luoying Mountain, I suddenly had a strange feeling on the river."

Wu Feng glanced at Jun Mowen with a smile, and then said: "There are no more than ten masters in the Jianghu who can make me feel this way, and the direction of that ship is Jiangnan, which is opposite to mine. "

Although the time he mentioned is very broad, Jun Mowen still immediately recalled that windy and snowy morning, the white figure standing on the light boat and drifting away, and the unforgettable memory that lingered in his ears for a long time. A nameless flute.

"It snowed heavily that day...it was your flute that attracted me."

Jun Mowen has already concluded that what he met that day was Wu Feng, and he had killed several elite mysterious masters in Xuzhou before, and he was also the other party.

Thinking of passing by each other in such a close distance, both of them suddenly felt a little emotional in their hearts.

However, what if they met on the river at that time?

They will no longer hide their identities from each other like they did when they first met, so it is only possible to discover the embarrassment of the two people's situation at the first time, and in the end, it may still be the end of swordsmanship.

So Wu Feng just smiled lightly and didn't continue the topic.

"If you want to hear me play the flute, you still have a chance. But before that, I want to see your injury first."

Jun Mowen's injuries were not as light as he showed in Qingzhou.

Only Wu Feng knew that although he withdrew his sword in time after realizing Jun Mowen's true intention, the sword energy that went ahead had already injured the opponent's internal organs.

This is also the real reason why he immediately invited the other party to walk with him and come to Gusu for a short stay.

Jun Mowen's injury is serious, and it's not easy to recuperate. The most important thing is not to be disturbed by the outside world while recuperating, and to ensure peace of mind.

If you continue to act together with the people from the Yueheng Sect, you will inevitably become the target of the Central Plains martial arts. Even if Jun Mowen restrains his subordinates from taking the initiative to take action, I am afraid that people from the Seven Sects will not be able to prevent the disturbance from coming to the door every day.

Wu Feng didn't want to see more people from the Central Plains martial arts being killed, and he also didn't want Jun Mowen's injury to heal for a long time.

For the sake of the fairness of the duel, Jun Mowen generously gave him three months when he was sure of winning, to solve the things that were on his mind, and to recharge his batteries by the way.

Wu Feng was also unwilling to take advantage of others, so on the way back to Gusu by boat, he not only bought expensive medicines for Jun Mowen to apply externally, but also healed Jun Mowen at the cost of his own skills.

No matter who wins or loses in the battle in the near future, both of them hope that the other party can reach the peak state of martial arts just like themselves, so that they can be worthy of their opponents and not leave any regrets.

"It seems that your injury has improved, and you should be able to recover in a few days."

Carefully changing the wound medicine for Jun Mowen, Wu Feng's calm words made Jun Mowen's green eyes flash an indescribable look.

He came to Feixue Rock, and before he knew it, it had been seven days.

During these seven days, he didn't need to think about the disputes in the rivers and lakes, he didn't need to worry about the affairs of the church, and he lived his life like a fairy. .

Living in this picturesque Feixueyan all day, waking up in the morning to Wu Feng's flute sound like the sound of nature, the two of them usually spend their mornings by the chessboard in the back mountain.

Chess is like the voice of the heart, reflecting the endless hills and valleys in his chest. Jun Mowen never thought that a person as indifferent as Wu Feng was so good at chess.

But as he got to know Wu Feng better, Jun Mowen felt relieved.

It's true that Wu Feng never had the idea of ​​competing in the Central Plains and fighting for power, but that didn't mean he didn't have the ability to fight.

The chess game is like a battlefield, Wu Feng's strategizing and decisive victory are definitely not inferior to Jun Mowen, the Yueheng leader, but because he is not obsessed with it, sometimes he sees it more clearly than Jun Mowen.

At first, Jun Mowen lost several games in a row, and then suddenly one day, he looked at Wu Feng's weary smile and realized something in his heart.

If you pursue fame and fortune, you will always become an involuntary pawn. If you can't look at the world, what freedom can you talk about?

Jun Mowen's already calm mind, unknowingly experienced more tempering on the Feixue Rock, which is as peaceful as a paradise.

Slowly, the games between him and Wu Feng began to win and lose half and half, and later, they often had to end in a draw.

In the afternoon, the two of them mostly used to taste all kinds of famous teas in the south of the Yangtze River, and talked about the past and the present, and the millennium.

Sometimes, when they feel like it, they will also have a little discussion on martial arts, but it is all around the topic they are talking about, whether it is palm technique, or sword move, or lightness kung fu, and so on. It's all to the point.

Jun Mowen's martial arts has reached the point where flying leaves and picking flowers can hurt people, so although he has dabbled in all kinds of weapons before, but now he simply abandons all weapons and only uses fists, palms and kicks to fight the enemy .

He originally thought that what Wu Feng was proficient in should be swordsmanship.

Unexpectedly, after getting along during this time, he discovered that the martial arts of the Wu family in the south of the Yangtze River is profound, and it is not under the collection of Yuehengjiao.

Wu Feng, on the other hand, is a rare martial arts prodigy in the Wu family. He not only mastered the martial arts passed down from his ancestors, but also created a powerful and powerful move called "Feng Bo Bian".

Hearing the name of this sword move for the first time, Jun Mowen couldn't help but feel a slight twitch in his heart, and immediately thought of the names of the Wu family brothers.

Seeing that Wu Feng, who has always been humble, can't hide his pride, saying that this sword technique he created should be among the top ten of all sword techniques in the past and present, Jun Mo Wen felt itchy, Can't wait to see this trick "wind and wave change" with my own eyes.