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Compared to that disciple's panic, Feng Ji seemed extraordinarily calm and composed.

He stood on the spot in a leisurely manner, watching the blue smoke dissipate, revealing that familiar smiling face.

"Brother Feng."

The disciple next to him showed a sigh of relief, and Lu Mingtong later realized that he seemed to have scared others: "I saw my friend coming, and I wanted to make a little joke with him. Sorry, did I scare you?"

The disciple hurriedly said no, since the two know each other, he will stop bothering.

Feng Ji looked at his almost fleeing back and said, "Well, we seem to have caused some trouble for him."

Lu Mingtong scratched his head, and said a little embarrassedly: "I didn't know he had such a big reaction. Is that smoke ball so scary?"

Feng Ji laughed and said: "Probably because I just scared him once."

Lu Mingtong was familiar with the necessary procedures for his appearance, and nodded in sympathy: "I see."

Feng Ji turned to look at him, then suddenly reached out and pinched his face: "It's getting fatter."

Lu Mingtong was taken aback for a moment, and then angrily stretched out his hands to resist, trying to escape his clutches: "Who would come up and say this after not seeing him for a long time!"

Feng Ji withdrew his hand amusedly: "It seems that you are doing well at home, did you take the medicine on time?"

There is no reason not to eat meat during the Spring Festival, Lu Mingtong rubbed his face and said, "Yes."

Feng Ji said: "Is it effective? Do you remember something?"

Lu Mingtong said dejectedly: "I only remember some small things, and the time will be gone after a little bit."

Feng Ji comforted: "It's a good thing to be able to remember a few incidents, follow the prescription given by brother Duan, and you will definitely be able to recover."

Lu Mingtong nodded, took two steps closer and said flatteringly, "By the way, Brother Feng, do you still have that smoke ball?"

Feng Ji raised his eyebrows: "Fun?"

Lu Mingtong nodded hastily: "Yeah! Give me some more?"

Feng Ji took out two from his bosom and gave them to him: "I don't bring much, put them away carefully."

Lu Mingtong took the smoke ball and exclaimed, "You actually carry it with you, you are really...prescient."

Feng Ji said: "You are a person with amnesia, why did you run out alone, where is Bean Sprout?"

The smoke from the smoke ball was not enough to hide the figures of the two people, not to mention that Bean Sprout was so tall, if the smoke couldn't reach his head, wouldn't the picture be destroyed?

Lu Mingtong carefully put away the smoke ball: "I asked him to wait for me in the room."

Feng Ji disagreed and said: "The Famous Sword Conference is just the time when there are so many people, you shouldn't take risks."

Lu Mingtong said without thinking, "Isn't this a surprise for you?"

Feng Ji was startled, Lu Mingtong smiled again and said: "How about it, are you happy to see me?"

Feng Ji didn't answer, just opened his folding fan and slapped it lightly twice.

In such a cold weather, I also brought a fan, just to fascinate the little girl.Lu Mingtong pursed his lips, feeling from Feng Ji's actions that he was in a good mood now, so he didn't care too much about him.

Feng Ji asked: "Have you met Master Yang?"

Lu Mingtong hummed, and Feng Ji asked again: "Didn't you tell me?"

Lu Mingtong said: "Of course! I asked Dou Sprout before I came here, so it will definitely be fine this time."

In fact, he only showed his tail in front of this person once.

Feng Ji laughed and said: "That's good, first deal with the host well, and then slowly fight against those foxes behind." Seeing Lu Mingtong sigh, he said: "Don't worry, I'm here."

Lu Mingtong squinted at him: "I'm not worried about this."

Feng Ji patted the fan bone: "Then why are you sighing?"

Lu Mingtong pretended to be disappointed and said, "I'm sorry, I've been standing at the door for so long, and Master Feng didn't invite me in for a cup of tea. My legs are sore."

Feng Ji smiled and said: "I was negligent, please come in."

The two of them entered the house together, Feng Ji came suddenly, the house was only cleaned up, and there was no time to prepare tea, Lu Mingtong sighed that he was bored, dragged someone into his room again, poured hot tea to warm his hands.

Lu Mingtong said: "I guessed that you would come, but I didn't know that you would arrive early like me."

Feng Ji said: "The Demon Cult is under Feng Xiao's care, I am happy to be free, why not come out earlier to watch the excitement." He leaned forward a little: "Mingtong came a few days earlier than me, so you are familiar with the Yang family? "

Lu Mingtong felt a headache when he thought of Master Yang's strong recommendation that day: "Not yet, in the past few days, all the guests who come and go in the garden will come to participate in the famous sword competition. What kind of demon is possessed, and you send Young Master Yang to me all day long."

Feng Ji said: "After the martial arts conference, you have become a leader among the young generation of martial arts. I don't know how many people talked about your story in the teahouse, saying that you are young and promising, modest and polite. Master Yang probably heard it too. For these, I thought that Yang Tong could make friends with you, so that I could learn from your cleverness."

Ever since he was in charge of Fengyunlu, Lu Mingtong was often the only one who put up all his strength to praise people to the sky and into the earth. This is the first time he heard that outsiders have such a high evaluation of him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up: "They really So you say me?"

Seeing Feng Ji nodding, he said embarrassedly: "It's not as exaggerated as they said. I have a heavy responsibility, so I can only forge ahead. Besides, things like character can't be changed just by changing them."

Feng Ji smiled and said: "After all, you are the unique Messenger of the Wind and Cloud in the world. If Yang Tong can make friends with you, not to mention whether his character has improved, at least he will hold a big tree again."

Lu Mingtong quickly rectified his name: "I won't tamper with Fengyunlu just because of my friends, and there is no special benefit in being friends with me." He also said: "Young Master Yang...he is not bad in character, but he is a bit playful."

"I'm old, but it's too late for Mr. Yang to spoil me, so I'm not willing to teach him a harsh lesson." Feng Ji glanced at him, "Although Mr. Yang complains plausibly every time he sees someone, but in private, he treats this treasure The eldest son holds it on the tip of his heart, and no one is allowed to bully him."

He is also an only child, and Lu Mingtong is well aware of the feeling of being overwhelmed by thousands of favors and sustenance at the same time, and continued: "Fortunately, Mr. Yang has not learned to be domineering like this. The last time I saw him use a sword in a martial arts conference, he was still a General style."

Feng Ji said: "His comprehension is pretty good, after winning the martial arts competition, I'm afraid Master Yang's love for him will be even higher."

Lu Mingtong suddenly thought of one thing: "By the way, Brother Feng, is Mr. Yang the biggest among the disciples of the Yang family?"

Feng Ji nodded: "Why?"

"It's nothing..." Lu Mingtong said, "It's just that last time I saw him call someone who was a few years older than me, so I felt a little strange."

Feng Ji said: "The Yang family has many beginner disciples, and Yang Tong is naturally not the biggest. But Master Yang only started accepting disciples after he was born. He doted on Yang Tong and gave him Yang Tong before he learned swordsmanship. It bears the title of Big Brother."

Lu Mingtong choked, no matter what, he couldn't hook his immature cheeks with the words "big brother": "Master Yang is really a man of temperament...do all the disciples have no objection?"

Feng Ji said indifferently: "He is the head of the family, who dares to disobey what he says. In addition, the disciples behind are all friends who have played with Yang Tong since they were young, and their love for him is not much worse than that of Master Yang. , naturally agree to all of them.”

Lu Mingtong felt a little envious when he heard it: "That Mr. Yang is so lucky, everyone is willing to let him go."

"Zong Xing Gongyue, it is him." Feng Ji said: "Although Mr. Yang has more than one son under his knees, he is the eldest son and the one that Mr. Yang values ​​the most. Everyone is willing to accommodate him."

Lu Mingtong said: "So he is not the only son?"

Feng Ji sighed and said: "Look, if we didn't have this conversation, you would show your feet in front of others again."

Lu Mingtong shrank his neck and heard him say: "Yang Tong is indeed not the only son of Master Yang. Master Yang has two daughters and three sons. The eldest daughter married a few years ago. There is also Yang Tong, the eldest son, Yang Feng, the concubine, and Yang Qi, a baby who has just turned ten years old."

"The Yang family's swordsmanship is passed on to men but not to women. Apart from his sons, the sixth disciple Pei Lian is the most popular among the public. It is said that he is an orphan picked up by Master Yang, but he was born with a good foundation in martial arts, and his understanding and perseverance are also good. Far surpassing other fellows, when it comes to martial arts, he is the number one junior of the Yang family."

Pei Lian was the person he had met.

Lu Mingtong nodded, and thoughtfully said: "I met Pei Lian a few days ago, Mr. Yang seems to be very close to him."

Feng Ji picked up the tea and took a sip: "How good is it?"

Lu Mingtong originally wanted to say that he was just like you and me, but recalling the way Yang Tong swung Pei Lian back and forth that day, he turned around when he wanted to blurt out: "Cough, it's like...you It’s as good as League Leader Xiao.”

Feng Ji paused, and a familiar voice sounded next to his ear.

- Also ask the leader to forgive me, don't let Fengyun envoy misunderstand anything.

Unexpectedly, he would still take this matter to heart, Lu Ming had a big misunderstanding before, and Xiao Lang gritted his teeth later to report, Feng Ji was in a rare dilemma - should we make it clear now?

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Lu Mingtong carefully asked, "Brother Feng, what's wrong?"

Feng Ji glanced at the empty teacup in his hand, thinking inwardly, looking at this, if he doesn't say anything, the misunderstanding will only get deeper and deeper.Speaking of which, the Famous Sword Conference is coming soon, if Mingtong gets into an awkward situation with him, wouldn't it be a bad thing?

"fine."

After thinking about it, Feng Ji decided to wait until the end of the Famous Sword Conference before pleading guilty.