Rivers and Lakes Records

For the next few days of competition, Feng Ji was still late.Lu Mingtong glanced lightly at the vacant seat beside him, feeling a little sad.

Habit is a terrible thing, and he is actually used to the days when Feng Ji tosses new tricks every day, and now there are two cracks in the ground, and everyone is scrambling to escape, I am afraid he will subconsciously think that it is Feng Ji. up.

Feng Ji hung an exquisite small furnace on his waist today, with round holes inlaid around it, there was faint white smoke overflowing from it, and the journey along the way was wafting with fairy air.

Although Lu Mingtong was already numb, the reaction from the audience was still enthusiastic, and some people even began to cheer Feng Ji's name.

"Ming Tong doesn't seem to be very interested today." Feng Ji came carefully prepared, but he didn't see any emotional expression from the other party, he was a little disappointed.

Lu Mingtong said: "I went to bed late yesterday, and my spirits are not good."

Feng Ji laughed and said, "Why is Fengyun so worried about things at night?"

What else can there be? Lu Mingtong sighed with his head propped up. The preliminary competition just ended a few days ago. He was busy recording the results of the first round in the martial arts book. Yesterday, he had to check the omissions of the second round of competition with the members of the Wulin League. , has been tossing until midnight.

He is not as physically fit as Song Fengqing and the others. He caught a cold when he returned home last night. He woke up this morning feeling a little top-heavy. He thought it was because he didn't wake up, but now it seems that he is sick.

Seeing that his complexion was not right, Feng Ji reached out with one hand: "You have a fever."

Lu Mingtong said drowsily: "It's okay, I can still sit still."

Feng Ji laughed and said, "Have you seen the doctor?"

"No." Lu Mingtong shook his head, "I thought... I didn't get enough sleep."

Feng Ji turned to Lu Douya and said, "Why don't you hurry up and cook a bowl of soup for your young master?"

Lu Douya hurriedly went to find a doctor, Feng Ji said again: "You take a nap for a while, I will remember the result for you."

Lu Mingtong gritted his teeth and insisted: "No... There are so many people in the audience watching, so there can be no mistakes. Besides, Daxia Xiao is here today, so I still want to see it."

Feng Ji raised his eyebrows and said, "How did you know he's coming?"

"Under the stage..." Lu Mingtong looked at the audience with trembling lips, "over there, someone is holding a banner with his name written on it."

"You observe very carefully." Feng Ji chuckled lightly and said, "Go to sleep, I will call you when Xiao Lang comes out."

Lu Mingtong shook his head, didn't speak any more, but straightened his waist even more.

After a while, Lu Douya came hurriedly with the decoction, watched Lu Mingtong drink it up, and reminded: "Young master, the doctor said that this medicine has a quick effect, but it's just a little drowsy, can you stand it?"

What the doctor said was true, but within a quarter of an hour, sleepiness swept over layer upon layer. Lu Mingtong squinted his eyes, his upper and lower eyelids began to frantically fight, and he also leaned forward bit by bit.

Before consciousness disappeared, it seemed that someone lightly tapped the side of his neck, Lu Mingtong rolled his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Feng Ji put one hand in front of him to prevent him from knocking on the table, and gently moved his other hand away from the hand that was still holding the pen, and said to Lu Douya who was dumbfounded: "Stand beside him, Cover his face."

"Ah... yes." Lu Douya felt weird, but obediently obeyed.Although Feng Jiaozhu shot the young master's acupuncture point, but it was to let the young master have a good rest, so should he stop it?

Lu Douya stood upright beside her young master, shielding him from the side view, and quietly turned her head to look at it. Feng Ji still maintained the posture of protecting the young master with one hand, and turned his head sideways to face the young master, pretending that the two of them were fighting together. The situation of speaking.The other hand rested on the table, lightly writing the name of the winner of the authority.

Forget it... let the young master rest and rest.Lu Douya suppressed the thought of waking someone up, and stared straight at Feng Ji's writing movements, for fear that he would tamper with the result while Lu Mingtong was asleep.

This time, considering that he used the heart of a villain to treat a gentleman's belly, Feng Ji was safe and sound throughout the whole process, not changing a single word.Until Lu Mingtong had enough rest, he opened his eyes in a daze, and suddenly woke up: "Why did I fall asleep!"

Feng Ji calmly withdrew his hand lying in front of him, and returned the wolf hair to him: "Since you're awake, let's continue writing, still dizzy?"

Lu Mingtong subconsciously took the pen, stared at the handwriting in front of him, and said, "Uh, it's better... This, this is all written by you."

Feng Ji opened his fan and shook it, but didn't make a sound.

Lu Mingtong whispered: "Thank you..." Then he asked Lu Douya beside him: "How long have I been asleep?"

Lu Douya said, "It's been more than an hour, young master."

Lu Mingtong rubbed his temples, he was still in a trance, how could he fall asleep unknowingly, and he was still lying on his stomach...

He suddenly remembered that when he woke up, it seemed that Feng Jixu supported him so that he would not let himself be rude.

Bean Sprout said that he had slept for an hour, this man...couldn't he just be motionless for an hour?

Lu Ming's childish heart was like a deer, he used ink to touch up the brush, and at the same time quietly moved his peripheral vision to the person beside him, seeing Feng Ji gently twisting his wrist, as if he was relieving the soreness, his heart was even more touched.

Although this person has threatened him because of his sweetheart before, since Xiao Lang's news became clear, he has indeed helped him everywhere. Compared with the image of "Brother Feng" he made friends with before, he loves to make fun of him, except that he has a bit of a bad taste. It was no different.

It could be considered a blessing in disguise, Lu Mingtong secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and began to rejoice that his heart was soft at the time, so he chose to help Xiao Lang.

After writing down the last name of the day, there was a sudden commotion in the audience. Lu Mingtong looked up and saw Song Fengqing leading four or five young juniors onto the competition stage, and the one on his left was Xiao Lang who was in the limelight. Xiao Daxia.

Being able to see Xiao Lang up close, some female knights in the audience were too excited to say a complete sentence.

"Hero Xiao, ah ah ah, look this way!"

Xiao Lang followed the tide of sound and looked over, smiling politely.

There was another overwhelming shout from the audience.

Lu Mingtong was stunned inwardly, Xiao Lang's popularity is really unfounded, and looking at the children of the aristocratic families standing next to him, although there were some supporters, they were surrounded by the overwhelming voices of "Hero Xiao", like a stone sinking into the sea. Meager outside.Is there any suspense in this year's battle for the leader?

Feng Ji smiled and said: "Ming Tong should be seeing this kind of scene for the first time, how do you feel?"

Lu Mingtong has complicated feelings in his heart, Xiao Lang has so many supporters, not to mention suitors, you have so many rivals in love, and your love path is so rough, you still have the nerve to ask me what I think?

He almost impulsively asked where the other party and Xiao Lang had progressed, but because of face, he still didn't say anything.

The succession ceremony of the leader of the martial arts alliance was originally put at the end, and Song Fengqing brought people out ahead of time, which can be regarded as warming up the half-finished conference and mobilizing the emotions of the people below.

Xiao Lang and the others went out for a walk and turned back, and Lu Mingtong's expression became as dull as the audience's.

Seeing his lack of interest, Feng Ji said with a smile: "Ming Tong has lost interest in the competition now, the shrimp and crabs have all been eliminated, and the interesting part is yet to come." He glanced at the people on the competition stage and said, He said with interest: "For example, the one who came up now is Yang Tong, the son of the Yang family. He is about the same age as you, so he came to participate in the martial arts conference."

Lu Mingtong raised his eyes, and saw a round and cute young man with an innocent face standing on the stage, holding a long sword and tapping the ground with his toes little by little.

As big as yourself?This looks smaller than himself!

"I know what you're thinking. You must be praising him for being young and promising." Feng Ji said casually, "Yang Tong's sword moves are indeed remarkable, but he lacks actual combat experience. It's hard to say. The Yang family also has a student who is talented and intelligent, and he is a good seed for martial arts. If he is allowed to go out, the chances of winning will be higher."

"It's a pity that Master Yang chose to let his precious son play in the martial arts conference where he can get ahead." He glanced at the person who was nervous about his eldest son under the stage, and sneered: "What a fool!" Old stubborn."

Yang Tong was flicking the tip of his sword in boredom, when the sun dimmed in front of him, a strong man who was a head taller than him flew up on the opposite side like a roc spreading its wings, and clasped his fists at him: "Wu Houxiong of the Cangnan faction, please enlighten me!"

Yang Tong was a bit shorter than him, but he was not afraid. He retracted the sword, pressed his wrist against the hilt and secretly exerted strength, raised his head and said, "Please."

The two fought together, and Lu Mingtong asked on the stage: "Which of these two is more skilled?"

Feng Ji cast a lazy sideways glance, and said with a light smile: "This kid is quite lucky to have an opponent who is not worth seeing."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Tong just avoided Wu Houxiong's sudden attack with a precise dodge, raised his foot and stepped on the opponent's knee, and took advantage of his strength to soar into the air, twisting his tough waist in an unimaginable arc. Dao knocked down his weapon with one blow, and the moment he landed, he did not forget to reward the opponent with a kick in the ass, which made him fall to the ground in embarrassment.

Under the stage, Father Yang blew his beard and stared, pointed at him repeatedly and opened his mouth to reprimand him.Lu Mingtong laughed.

"This round, Yang Tong wins!"

Yang Tong still had the spirit of a young man on his face, and the hair on his forehead was slightly lifted by the breeze. He casually brushed his hair aside, smiled and stuck out his tongue towards the martial arts platform, and then He nimbly jumped back to the stage, and threw himself into the embrace of the brothers who had been waiting there for a long time.

Feng Ji saw that Lu Mingtong's gaze at Yang Tong hadn't retracted for a long time, so he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him: "Why, are you dumbfounded?"

"Ah, no." Lu Mingtong withdrew his gaze, and wrote the word Yang Tong on the booklet: "I just feel envious. Just now, in Yang Shaoxia's body, I seemed to see something that I had imagined but was out of reach."

That kind of joyful and unrestrained freedom, that kind of casual and frank attitude.

Feng Ji glanced at the people who were huddled together laughing and joking, and thought for a long time before he said: "It's really exciting to listen to love and hatred, walking in the rivers and lakes. But from the moment you were born, you were destined to be tied up for the rest of your life. Fengyun made this name. When you move, tens of thousands of people watch, and when you stop, tens of thousands of people are afraid. If you want to take a road that no one has traveled before, there are thousands of people in ambush. The end of the road is waiting for you. If you want to be like him, Ming Tong, have you thought about it, can you afford it?"

Lu Mingtong didn't know why, but was angered by his few words, and said indifferently: "I was born differently, and I have different burdens. As a Lu family member, I will naturally give everything I have for Fengyunlu. This is our Lu family. The responsibility of being a family is also passed on from generation to generation. I do say that I envy Yang Shaoxia, but I don’t envy him for this, and I don’t need to be reminded by Feng Jiaozhu. I naturally have my own way to appreciate the myriad of things in the world.”

With this anger, Feng Ji changed from a big brother back to a leader.After Lu Mingtong finished speaking, he put on a wooden face and ignored him all day.