Qi Yue Wuyi

Nan Feng turned over, and he was still sleeping comfortably on the boat. When he heard someone coming in, he opened his eyes and almost rolled to the ground in fright: "Father! Why are you here?"

"Still laughing! What have you been doing these past few days!"

"I... I know my mistake." Nan Feng hurriedly knelt down and lowered his head.

"Chi..." Xiaoyao Chongyang smiled, "Hahaha." He suddenly sat down on the bed with his hands on his stomach and laughed loudly. After hearing his voice, Nanfeng suddenly realized: "It's you!"

"Yes, of course it's me." Yan Zhuifeng smiled, "How about it? Let me just say that my disguise technique is pretty good."

"Don't be too happy too early, you have to use my father's unique knowledge to return to the market."

"Then what's the matter, have you never eaten pork or seen a pig running?" Yan Zhuifeng said indifferently.

"What's the use of seeing it? Guixu Tai Badou is internally added. It's useless just because it looks like it. Anyway, I won't teach you if you ask me." Nan Feng snorted, Yan Zhuifeng smiled: "I have my own way. You just need to obediently call me Dad."

Seeing that he was so determined that Nanfeng didn't want to talk to him, he tore off his disguise: "I'm going to wash my face."

When the boat docked, the two of them packed up and changed their clothes before disembarking. At the ferry, there was a young man in Taibaiguan school uniform. When he saw them, he came over and saluted them: "Jie Ning has met the owner of Xiaoyao Island."

"You're welcome." Yan Zhuifeng said.

"Island Master, please." There was another disciple leading four horses a little farther away, Yan Zhuifeng and Nanfeng walked over and led a horse each, and the group headed towards Taibai Temple. This ferry is not far from Taibai Temple. Far away, there are thousands of steps in the mountain pass, Yan Zhuifeng stroked his beard: "The steps in Taibaiguan are getting higher and higher."

"After the Tang Sect came out of Zhuji Tuan, all the sects are like this, please."

"Why is it so high?" Nan Feng was dissatisfied, Yan Zhuifeng smiled: "The Taibai Mountain at the foot of Taibai Temple grows three inches a year."

"It will grow?"

"Taibai Mountain is indeed the president, and the longer it grows, the higher it will be." Zhe Ning said, "Now the house of the beginner disciples has been moved to the middle of the mountain, please go ahead, the master has been waiting for a long time."

"En." Yan Zhuifeng nodded, which showed that his body was running lightly all the way to the top of the mountain, and Zhe Ning couldn't help clapping his hands: "As expected of the owner of Xiaoyao Island, he is so light."

"That's the lightness skill of our Xiaoyao Island." Nan Feng snorted and followed, and soon he realized that he was wrong. Qinggong is more familiar than him, how could this happen?

It took less than an incense stick of effort to go up the mountain, Zhe Ning led them to the front of the main hall, entered the door to report, and Nan Feng asked in a low voice: "When did you learn our family's lightness kung fu?"

"I saw you used it yesterday." Yan Zhuifeng smiled.

"You've only seen it once..."

"Island owner, third son, please come inside." Zhe Ning came out and said politely, Yan Zhuifeng nodded and followed him into the hall, Nanfeng had to shut up and follow.

"Chongyang, long time no see." Layman Qingyun walked over with a smile and saluted him, Yan Zhuifeng also returned the courtesy, the two exchanged greetings for a while, Nanfeng frowned, this guy was exactly like his father, why?How on earth did he do it?

"This is the third son? I have known you for a long time, and today I saw him as a young talent." Layman Qingyun said with a smile, but Nan Feng copied his hand: "Of course I am a young talent..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Zhuifeng gently pushed his waist, the movement was light but hit the acupuncture point, Nan Feng's face changed, and he glanced at him, Yan Zhuifeng cleared his throat: "Don't talk to Qingyun Layman is rude."

Nan Feng saluted respectfully, if it was someone his father feared, he would have to restrain himself a bit, Yan Zhuifeng smiled: "This kid is not very sensible, layman please forgive me."

"You're welcome, please take a seat."

"Aha, this is the Feiluo Sword?" Yan Zhuifeng went straight to the Feiluojian placed on the table, Lay Qingyun's face changed and he suddenly sent it over, Nan Feng stepped in front of Yan Zhuifeng to catch it With one palm, the palm force was transferred, and then another hand was used to strike out the palm force again. Lay Qingyun's sleeve robe waved away the palm force, but Nan Feng held his chest and took two steps back, and Yan Zhuifeng's palm stuck to his back. On the ground, the inner force was injected to dissipate the remaining palm force in his body.

"You child is really overestimated, this time you have learned a lesson."

"Guixutai Eight Dou, it really is his son inheriting his father's career." Layman Qingyun smiled, "It's just why the island owner let a child take action? This is too... unreasonable."

"It's no wonder I'm the boy who insists on making a move." Yan Zhuifeng smiled, "As for why I let a child make a move...of course it's because... I can't make a move." Suddenly his palm trembled, Nanfeng felt a huge burst His thrust pushed him fiercely towards layman Qingyun, and at the same time, Yan Bai's figure flashed the Feiluojian and flew out.

Layman Qingyun caught Nanfeng and handed him over to his disciples. He also flew out to chase after him. The red and blue figures drifted away in the blink of an eye. Nanfeng rubbed his chest. But he didn't suffer any damage at all, and the opponent's internal force was used extremely delicately.

Nan Feng was about to go out but was surrounded by several Taibai Temple disciples, Zhe Ning ordered: "Take him down!"

"Wait a minute." A cyan figure flashed over, and several disciples stepped back: "Master."

"Young Master Xiaoyao, how is your injury?" Layman Qingyun came over and stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, "Do you know who is this person pretending to be your father?"

"Why should I tell you!"

"Then tell me how!" A red figure came over, Nan Feng was stunned, and knelt down: "Father."

"I haven't seen you for a few days. Tell me, who is he?"

"He...is Longyang Wuwei."

"You unfilial son, you...you are going to piss me off!" Xiaoyao Chongyang walked over, "Where is the Chasing Wind Sword?"

"It's...on him." Nan Feng said.

"you……"

"Island Master, the disciples found this on the boat they took." Zhe Ning came over, holding a long strip wrapped in black gauze in his hand, Xiaoyao Chongyang grabbed it and untied the gauze, revealing the appearance of Chasing Wind Sword After coming out, Xiaoyao Chongyang heaved a sigh of relief.

"It's good that the Chasing Wind Sword is not lost."

"How could a mere Longyang martial guard have such martial arts?" Lay Qingyun frowned.

"He is the blue belt of Longyang Wuwei, and he is also investigating Yan Bai's matter, so we are traveling together." Nan Feng said, "He is a good man."

"Kids, what do you know! Take the young master down!" Xiaoyao Chongyang's expression was ugly, Taosu came over and saluted, took the Chasing Wind Sword, and said to Nanfeng, "Young Master."

"Huh!" Nanfeng angrily followed Taosu and a few servants out of the hall and walked to the door. The two walked down the steps with ease. A handful of powdered ash immediately flashed into the nearby bushes, some of the servants behind were caught off guard by the powdered ash, and coughed uncontrollably. Lost the goal, had no choice but to return.

Taosu smiled: "Are you still calling me heartless?"

"You have a conscience." Nanfeng said, "Hey, when did you sneak in? Doesn't my father know?"

"After I escaped from Layman Qingyun, I went to the shore to wait for your father. I got on the boat and pretended to be Taosu before the ship docked. In fact, Taosu was still asleep in the cabin." Yan Zhuifeng smiled, "I told you that my disguise is superb."

"Why do you know our family's qinggong? And how can you pretend to be him if you haven't seen Taosu?" Nanfeng asked.

"How do you know that I haven't seen Taosu? How do you know that I haven't seen your lightness kung fu before?" Yan Zhuifeng smiled, "You are really naive, I believe whatever I say."

"you……"

"I have taught in your home for half a year." Yan Zhuifeng said with a smile, "Do you remember that...Mr. Mei?"

"Ah! You're Mei Lanshang! The one who likes to sing?" Nanfeng said in surprise, "But..." But Mei Lanshang is a sissy, and he invited him casually because he wanted to learn to sing on a whim. I regretted it, so I didn't take a few classes, and occasionally heard him sing opera as a female role, in short, it was a role that Nanfeng had always disliked.

"How could you pretend to be Mei Lanshang? I visited him not long ago." Nanfeng said in surprise.

"Mei Lanshang is a member of our Longyang Wuwei." Yan Zhuifeng smiled, "And he is also my subordinate."

"That's it..." Nan Feng suddenly slapped his head, "Could it be that they want to plot against my father!"

"You've finally come back to your senses." Yan Zhuifeng smiled, "But plotting is not true. Two years ago, Longyang Wuwei received news that the sword god got the Zhuifeng sword and gave it to your father Xiaoyao Chongyang. Later, there were rumors in the world that Longyang Wuwei had killed Yan Bai, so we naturally had to find someone to investigate."

"Eh? Didn't Longyang Wuwei kill him?"

"I didn't kill it, I don't know if it was someone else." Yan Zhuifeng said, "So we need to investigate."

"What did you find out?" Nan Feng frowned, "My father dotes on Mei Lanshang very much, I think you should have found a lot of things."

"A lot of things have indeed been found." Yan Zhuifeng said, "Some of them are very interesting."

"Father, you can find out so many things, why didn't he check..." Nanfeng was depressed, Yan Zhuifeng smiled: "Well, you can ask your father in the future."

"Huh?" Nan Feng shook his head hastily, "I don't want to ask him! He didn't even let me speak, he wanted to arrest me and take back the Chasing Wind Sword! It's too much! I absolutely don't want to be caught by him!"

"I really don't want to be found by him." Yan Zhuifeng said, "There is a small path down the mountain ahead, and you will be on the official road. There is a post station there, where we can buy two horses and go to Hangzhou."

"What are you going to do in Hangzhou?"

"Looking for someone, now we are hunted down by your father, if we don't want to be found by him, of course we have to use my person." Yan Zhuifeng said with a smile, "We must not be caught by your father."

"Well... that's right." Nan Feng nodded, "Then I will listen to you."

"Are you still willing to believe me?" Yan Zhuifeng asked amusedly, "I haven't told you the truth since you met me."

"But you are really good to me." Nan Feng said, "And I don't see anything worthy of your plans."

"Aren't you afraid that I will sell you after I return to Longyang Wuwei?" Yan Zhuifeng said with a smile, "You know the third son of Xiaoyao Island, but someone is willing to spend a lot of money to buy it."

"If you want to sell it, I won't tell me." Nan Feng said.

"You child." Yan Zhuifeng shook his head helplessly and laughed.

"Actually, you are worried about me, so you take care of me like this." Nanfeng asked, "Because my father appreciated you very much before?"

"My friendship with your father is far more than that. You are still too young to know anything about Jianghu." Yan Zhuifeng smiled, "You have the Zhuifeng sword in your hand, do you know how many people want this sword? sword?"

"Anyway, my dad wants it very much."

"Your father..." Yan Zhuifeng smiled, "He is worried about you."

"I have nothing to worry about. I'm fine." Nanfeng snorted, Yan Zhuifeng shook his head and sighed: "Your title as the third son of Xiaoyao Island can only protect you for a while."

"I also have my own skills."

"There are too many things that you can't handle in Jianghu." Yan Zhuifeng smiled, "When we meet...it will be too late..."

Yan Zhuifeng stopped suddenly, and Nanfeng followed his gaze, and saw a beautiful carriage parked on the official road not far away, and the driver rested on the door with his arms crossed and his legs crossed.