Raiders

After Qi Feng washed up, he ate the breakfast left by his apprentice, and wandered to the back mountain.

The stream was flowing silently, Qi Feng was squatting by the stream, what was reflected in the stream was an ordinary face, to put it nicely called delicate, but it was not obvious even if it was thrown in the crowd.

She is not beautiful but also lustful, no wonder she is cannon fodder.

Those eyes are the only protruding place, with indifference, they don't seem to care about anything, they are gray, looking carefully, they seem to be sucked in.

The stream water was a bit cold, Qi Feng took a handful and patted his face. Hearing the sound behind him, he wiped his face casually, and turned his head to look at his own disciple who had already posed with the sword.

"How far have you practiced the San Qing Jue?"

"Five weights."

"What about sword skills?"

"Ninth Form."

The young man wielded an unrefined sword, picking, stabbing, and turning, his movements were smooth, his steps were elegant, and the sword energy was faintly fierce.

The first few moves were smooth and smooth, and looked very proficient. When it came to the ninth pose, the movements began to sluggish and became very stiff, with a strong sense of disharmony and disobedience.

A few small stones came through the air, and hit the young man's shoulder, wrist, elbow, and wrist with no severity.

Wen Wuyu's sword was unsteady for a moment and fell to the ground.

"The movement is stiff, are you going to kill people or cut down trees?"

"The main point of this trick is Dazhang Dahe, with 'breaking' as the main focus, and those with hands and feet bound, are they embroidering?"

A mocking voice came from behind, and Qi Feng stood there neither sad nor happy, saying hurtful things, but he didn't have any happy expression.

"I know I was wrong."

"What's the use of knowing your mistakes? Wrong, where did you go wrong?"

"Wen Wuyu, do you still want to take revenge?"

"Of course I do!"

Wen Wuyu's brows and eyes were firm, he bit his rosy lower lip, and picked up his sword.

"Practice again."

"Yes."

There was the sound of stones breaking through the air again, and the sword that fell on the ground was picked up by the master again.

again and again.

As the protagonists in the martial arts world, most of them have a bloody feud that has to be said, such as being exterminated or something.

Wen Wuyu happened to be one of them.

His parents are a pair of famous heroes in Jianghu. When he was three years old, his mother hurriedly hid them under the bed and witnessed their parents being killed.

At that time, 'Qi Feng' was entrusted by someone to find a kind of medicinal material in the mountains. He happened to meet Xiao Wen Wuyu who was crying beside his parents. He helped Wen Wuyu bury his parents with great kindness, and took Wen Wuyu away. This small oil bottle returned to Sanqingmen.

Since then, Wen Wuyu has been his 'Qi Feng' apprentice.

Qi Feng was lying on a huge rock by the stream, with a dog's tail in his mouth, his legs crossed, and small stones that could be crushed in his hand.

Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder the master is cannon fodder, in addition to his good looks, there is also the bonus of the master's own poisonous tongue and taunting skills, it is only strange that he can catch up with the sensitive and fragile protagonist.

What people need is a gentle and amiable character who can give him a sense of security, a cool and domineering Jianghu young hero, the protagonist Gong, who wants this ordinary master who is obsessed with lust, perverted, and full of neurotic ridicule skills? ?

The death was done step by step by himself, Qi Feng spat out the dog's tail he was holding, and popped out the last three small stones.

As a small boss in the later stage of the original book, the master of the protagonist is accepted, and the master's force value is still considerable.

Qi Feng floated down from the big rock and walked behind the protagonist Shou.

The warm breath came with a fresh bamboo fragrance, making Wen Wuyu in a trance for a while.

A warm hand grasped Wen Wuyu's wrist, making his body stiff.

"One finger in the void becomes crazy, stabs the north, turns back, opens and moves the wrist, five advances and two retreats..."

A deep voice sounded, Wen Wuyu relaxed his body, and began to swing the tip of the sword following the movements driven by Qi Feng.

Wen Wuyu practiced more and more smoothly, entered the state, his steps were ethereal, his sword energy was sharp, and he followed the above nine moves one after another, using them flexibly and freely.

Qi Feng did not know when to let go of him.

"Thank you Master for your guidance."

Wen Wuyu looked at Qi Feng happily, and Qi Feng had a faint smile on his face, and then he restrained himself.

"Look, something is still wrong."

Wen Wuyu threw the sword over knowingly, Qi Feng received it easily, and began to practice what Wen Wuyu had just practiced, the ninth move of the Sanqing swordsmanship.

The same move, used by different people, is a different feeling.

Wen Wuyu is light and graceful, and looks like a gentleman, while Qi Feng is secretive, with unpredictable chills in every move.

Wen Wuyu carefully observed the master's movements, thinking about his own shortcomings.

"Did you see clearly?"

Qi Feng threw the sword to the ground, and the tip of the sword sank into the grass.

"Yes!"

"Master, I will practice for a while."

"Ah."

Qi Feng nodded and walked towards the bamboo forest.

Wen Wuyu stood where he was, looking at Qi Feng's back with a strange expression.

Master today...why is it different from usual.

He didn't take the opportunity to touch his waist and abdomen while guiding.

Wen Wuyu realized that his thoughts were not right, he immediately shook his head, and concentrated on practicing his sword.

That's fine, that's fine.

Maybe before, it was just that he was too sensitive.