Raiders

Qi Feng practiced swordsmanship and hidden weapons all morning in the woods, and when he was about to eat lunch, he took his little apprentice and walked slowly towards the eating place.

Before the meal was served, my master sat there steadily, dressed in old linen clothes, with a long gray beard, kind-hearted and kind-eyed, looking like a fairy.

Qi Feng silently gave his master full marks for this pretentious skill.

"Yaoer."

As soon as An Nanzi saw his little apprentice, he burst into laughter, completely different from the serious look just now.

"Master."

"Come with me as a teacher, I have something to say to you."

An Nanzi immediately dragged Qi Feng to the small room, leaving Wen Wuyu in a daze.

"Apprentice...you know...the martial arts conference is about to be held."

An Nanzi patted Qi Feng's shoulder secretly, and looked at Qi Feng expectantly.

"Isn't there still two months?"

"Prepare early, prepare early."

An Nanzi smiled dryly.

"What does it have to do with me?"

Qi Feng patted the ash on the cuff that didn't exist at all.

Damn, this is different from the script!Look at the teacher's sincerely expecting eyes, the tacit understanding between the master and the student that has been agreed, how come you didn't receive my signal!

"Among the disciples of our generation, only you, Yao'er, are the best. This martial arts conference is a good opportunity. We must carry forward our Sanqing School!"

An Nanzi seemed to have seen a bright future, and smiled a little stupidly.

"What about Big Brother?"

"He went down the mountain to help people butcher pigs, so he's not free."

"Where is the second senior brother?"

"Busy fishing for girls, rolling around in the powder circle, no time!"

"Where is the third senior brother?"

"He's going to help me with sect affairs, he's very busy, so Yao'er, you should go."

"There are only five of us masters and apprentices in the whole sect plus my apprentice, what does he care about?"

"He still has to cook for the teacher, raise pigs and chickens!"

An Nanzi replied confidently, and then changed his face, throwing himself on his aloof disciple, showing the stinky and shameless abduction spirit.

"Go, let's go... Apprentice, apprentice... You are the most powerful person in our Sanqing Sect. If you release it, you will definitely become famous. We can't be so low-key... Apprentice..."

"Go down."

Qi Feng twitched his forehead, and pulled his master down from under him in disgust. He was so naughty at his age.

"Then are you going?"

An Nanzi blinked at Qi Feng with wet eyes.

Qi Feng felt a chill go down his spine, his master made him sick with goosebumps all over his body, the 70-year-old old man is acting cute to you, oh come on, the baby needs to be quiet.

"go with!"

Qi Feng choked out a word.

"Good job, good apprentice."

An Nanzi immediately changed his face and watched with a smile.

"Master..."

"Hey……"

An Nanzi responded affectionately to his family.

"The face is like the folds of a bun, don't laugh when you go out, it's scary."

After Qi Feng finished speaking with a paralyzed face, he walked out in a fluttering manner, and walked towards the dining room.

#My master is the funny ratio invited by the monkey#

#（ノ=Д=）ノ┻━┻Master has a dirty face every day#

An Nanzi lifted the painting hanging on the wall of the small room and took out a sword.

The scabbard is engraved with complicated patterns, which has a simple and elegant beauty, with the precipitation of years.

With nostalgia, An Nanzi carefully stroked the lines.

Finally... Finally, there is a day of success.

Sanqingmen was a great sect hundreds of years ago, but now it has declined to this point, just because the mind and sword techniques of Sanqingmen are too difficult to cultivate.

The Sanqing Jue is divided into nine levels and sixteen sword styles.

The generation of Sanqingmen is not as good as that of the previous generation. An Nanzi has practiced hard for many years, and he has only practiced the sixth level of mental skills.

Sorry ancestor, this is what An Nanzi often said to himself, but he has one thing to be proud of, he has a good apprentice and a good grandson.

He met Qi Feng when he was traveling in the clouds.

At that time, Qi Feng was only nine years old, and he was a little beggar, doing stealthy things.

When An Nanzi saw Qi Feng for the first time, he knew that he was a child with a ruthless heart, not something in the pond.

A dozen or so beggars surrounded Qi Feng and forced him to hand over all the money and food he had brought.

Qi Feng fought with all the children with a cold face. His thin body has great explosive power. Even if he was beaten with a bruised nose, a swollen face, and a bloody head, the dozen or so people didn't take advantage of it. The wind is tossing enough.

Those little beggars left cursing, Qi Feng's forehead was still dripping blood, his face was dirty, but Qi Feng took out a steamed bun from his bosom to eat as if he couldn't feel the pain.

He was about to leave, but was spotted by Qi Feng.

An Nanzi was thankful more than once for his apprentice's keenness that day, otherwise he would have lost a genius today.

A genius who is extremely suitable for practicing the Sanqingmen Kungfu.

He has practiced for forty years, but he has only six levels of mind and eleven swordsmanship.

Qi Feng has practiced for twelve years, has eight layers of Sanqing Jue, and fifteen styles of swordsmanship.

And the little apprentice Qi Feng found is even more extraordinary.

An Nanzi seemed to see the glorious future of Sanqingmen.