Sincerely

Chu Xunzhen always felt that the relationship between himself and Zheng Duofeng was inexplicably delicate, he was a little at a loss, subconsciously resisted, and avoided Zheng Duofeng everywhere these days.

But after all, he is just a mortal with no cultivation base, how can he escape the inspiration of Zheng Duofeng's spiritual sense?

It's just that Zheng Duofeng also realized that Chu Xun really dodged.

He didn't say anything, or rather, he didn't dare to say anything.Zheng Duofeng had no choice but to endure the disappointment in his heart, and hid his figure again. Although he still followed Chu Xunzhen closely, he did not appear in front of Chu Xunzhen in person, making Chu Xunzhen think that he had really escaped. over him.

This made Chu Xunzhen feel a little relieved.

It always feels... this is wrong, he thought.Subconsciously, he was a little unwilling to have too much involvement with Zheng Duofeng, knowing that that person would never hurt him again, but Chu Xun really didn't want to meet Zheng Duofeng face to face.

Ok?

Why... again?

Chu Xun was really puzzled, but he didn't care too much.

As for He Tianxing, Chu Xunzhen has not seen this second generation ancestor of Chongfeng City these days.Hearing the gossip about the servant girl who was arranged by the nun in charge of the pavilion to take care of him, Chu Xunzhen knew that there would be a big man coming to Chongfeng City in the near future, and the city lord He Chongfeng was busy preparing to entertain him. Young Master He was restrained.

only……

No one in Heavy Wind City knows the truth.

He Tianxing was forcibly crushed by Zheng Duofeng, lost his cultivation and suffered a serious illness. He was imprisoned in the city lord's mansion and worked hard to recuperate. Only then did he barely regain his life.

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Northern Territory · Heavy Wind City.

Le repaired the pavilion.

The nun in charge of the pavilion looked sideways slightly, looking at the few cultivators sitting in the pavilion listening to the music.

These people's cultivation bases are basically at the stage of concentrating, and there is even a female cultivator with silver hair but a face like a spring flower who vaguely has the appearance of receiving pills, which makes the female cultivator unable to bear the consternation.Looking at the entire Chongfeng City, and even the Northern Territory, the strength of this line of practitioners can be regarded as outstanding, but now, this is just the vanguard of the Zhongzhou Chamber of Commerce who came to the Northern Territory to explore the wind... The female cultivator feels a bit sad. It seems that He Chongfeng The days of being in charge of this city of cultivators should also be over.

What should we do next?

Beside the silver-haired woman sat a handsome young monk, chatting with the silver-haired woman with a smile on his face.Although the silver-haired woman's face was as cold as frost, she looked at the young monk with a gentle look in her eyes.

In the pavilion, the luthier is gently twisting his fingertips, playing the song of mountains and rivers.

"The sound of the piano is really good," the silver-haired woman covered her lips with a chuckle, "I think, the little trickster from the chamber of commerce didn't fool us."

Seeing the corners of her lips curled up, the young monk also laughed loudly: "It's rare to see Senior Sister so happy, but..." He suddenly shifted his gaze and looked at the nun in charge of the pavilion, which made the nun slightly stunned, "The master in charge Teach me, I heard that there is a new flute master in your Lexiu pavilion."

"This..." The nun resisted a little.

The silver-haired woman was not as cold and arrogant as she looked, but she harmonized her voice: "If the flute master is inconvenient, it's okay. The head teacher doesn't have to worry so much. Our Cangyu Sect is not some barbaric sect that bullies men and women."

The female cultivator hesitated for a moment, and wished a blessing to the silver-haired woman: "...I'll ask the flute master, the fairy masters have come from afar, and let everyone return disappointed, I think the flute master is not willing either."

The young monk didn't answer, but just brushed his chin, feeling a little restless.

From the moment they entered Lexiu's pavilion, he felt a hostile gaze warning them.

When the nun asked the flute master to play downstairs, the young monk whispered to the silver-haired woman.

"Elder Sister... I always feel that someone is watching us." He said.

The silver-haired woman frowned, but she also felt that gaze.

"Zhen Xing, don't worry. Although our Cang Yu Sect is a small sect, but this time we came to the Northern Territory to investigate, we have the Chamber of Commerce in Zhongzhou to support us, and no one dares to touch us." The woman comforted him.

But the young monk named Zhenxing became more and more uneasy.

This group of people are all members of the Cangyu Sect, and the silver-haired woman and the young monk who are talking are representatives of the sect: Zhao Ruyi, the daughter of the head of the sect, and Zhao Zhenxing, the newly promoted chief of the sect.

Although senior sister comforted him, Zhao Zhenxing became more and more vigilant.

He thought of the past.

Sighing, Zhao Zhenxing only felt that it was his own big mistake to let Zheng Duofeng, that scumbag, take Chu Xunzhen away under his nose.If Chu Xunzhen hadn't been taken away, Mr. Wei would not have put himself in danger, and asked for orders to go to that ancient and fierce place to find news about Chu Xunzhen.

If Mr. Wei didn't go to Xueyoumeng Forest...

Perhaps, the current chief should be the other party.

Zhao Zhenxing was a little sad. Although he didn't get along with him for a long time, he still cherished Junzi Wei, a fellow student, and would not have gone with Chu Xunzhen to find someone to refine the Foundation Establishment Pill for Junzi Wei under Chu Xunzhen's entrustment. Treasures of heaven and earth.

pity……

Mr. Wei will never come back.

The tune played by the luthier suddenly turned into a sad tone, and followed by a mournful flute sound.The emotion in the sound of the flute was sorrowful, and there seemed to be endless longing and resentment.

Zhao Zhenxing felt his shoulders being shaken by the elder sister.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Zhenxing frowned and raised his eyes.

Zhao Ruyi chuckled, turned her wrist, and pointed to the singing stage where the music was played.

"Look at the flute master."

Zhao Zhenxing turned his head.

Suddenly, his eyes widened suddenly, as if he had been strongly stimulated and frightened, and he looked a little hideous.Zhao Ruyi didn't notice his weirdness at all, but lowered her eyes in embarrassment: "I didn't expect there to be such a quiet person in the world...he is really..."

Only then did Zhao Ruyi realize that Zhao Zhenxing hadn't said a word.

She was a little puzzled, and looked at Zhao Zhenxing, only to find that the younger brother, who had always been calm and calm, had a face full of fear at this moment, and his hands were clenched into fists, clenched extremely tightly, as if he was about to catch blood.

"How, how is it possible!"

Zhao Zhenxing just found it incredible that the person standing beside the luthier playing the jade flute could be Chu Xunzhen!

He denied himself first, guessing that the other party should be someone who resembled Chu Xunzhen in appearance, but Chu Xunzhen's appearance was so outstanding that he could be called unparalleled in the world, how could there be someone like him?

Actions are faster than thoughts. When Zhao Zhenxing was still shocked, he had activated his aura and rushed to the song stage!

His right hand was like thunder, and he instantly grabbed Chu Xunzhen's wrist.

Being pulled by him like this, Chu Xunzhen, who was still playing the flute, felt a little pain, and the jade flute in his hand fell to the ground.

"Zhao Zhenxing! What are you doing!"

Zhao Ruyi's face changed, she never thought that her junior brother would disturb the beautiful flute master like a disciple.

but.

Zhao Zhenxing didn't hear her call at all, but just stared at Chu Xunzhen.Seeing him like this, Chu Xunzhen flinched subconsciously.

"Why are you here!"

Chu Xunzhen struggled for a while, but found that his wrist was so painful that he couldn't break free: "You... you, let go!"

Before Zhao Zhenxing came back to his senses, he froze suddenly.

A gaze that looked like a dead object snaked around him.

"Let him go."

When Zhao Zhenxing turned his head, he saw a cultivator in black standing behind him expressionlessly.

The black-clothed cultivator still held a spiritual knife in his hand, and his body was full of murderous aura, as if Zhao Zhenxing would cut off Zhao Zhenxing's arm with the knife if he didn't let go.

Exclamation and screams sounded in Lexiu's pavilion.

Zhao Zhenxing stared at the black-clothed cultivator, almost slamming every word, and shouted through gritted teeth:

"Zheng! Seize! Feng!"