Feng Qing

"Su..." Feng!

Qingxuan opened his mouth to call Sufeng to stop, but Zixiao raised his hand and tapped his acupoint, sealing his dumb acupoint, so that he could only watch helplessly, watching Sufeng leave, watching his back, disappearing into the in their own line of sight.

After Sufeng left completely, Zi Xiao unlocked Qing Xuan's acupoints, allowing him to regain his freedom.

"Master, why didn't you let me say goodbye to Sufeng?" Qing Xuan didn't understand.

The master never interferes with himself and who he associates with, but why doesn't he let himself associate with Sufeng?

He also locked himself in an illusion, one layer after another, uh, formations, one checkpoint after another.

After he finally came out, the master still wanted to prevent him from saying goodbye to Sufeng.

"Xuan'er, it's not that the teacher doesn't let you have a deep friendship with him, but that you can't have a deep friendship with him."

"Master, then you always have to tell Qing Xuan, why is that?"

"Don't ask why, you just need to know that doing this for the teacher is for your own good."

Qing Xuan watched Zi Xiao leave, stared at the direction Su Feng left for a long time, and took out the half of Yan Yu that Su Feng gave him from his bosom.

"Sufeng, you will never forget the agreement between us, will you?" I will wait for you here.

Zixiao looked at Qingxuan from the window, looked at the Yanyu in his hand, shook his head silently, and sighed: "Can't you hide?"

"Qingxuan, I have done so much for you as a teacher, and you have put in so much effort, but in the end you still can't escape, and you still have to go this way."

Yanyu, after 1000 years, this half will return to your hands.

Qing Xuan, the time to be a teacher is running out.

The next day, Zi Xiao woke up early in the morning, called Qing Xuan out, and taught him everything he knew.

Formation, pharmacology, everything I know, handed over to Qing Xuan bit by bit.

He was afraid that whenever he left, Qing Xuan would not know anything.

Qing Xuan had a very bad feeling about the master suddenly letting him practice kung fu and learn all kinds of knowledge and pharmacology.

In five years, Qing Xuan learned all of Zi Xiao's skills.

However, he was always thinking about Sufeng's affairs, so he didn't pay much attention.

Zi Xiao also understood, so he compiled the things he knew into letters and handed them to Qing Xuan.

"Xuan'er, keep this, I believe you will use it one day."

"Master, I will know what you taught me."

Zi Xiao took a deep look at Qing Xuan, put the letter in his hand, shook his head and turned to leave.

Before leaving, Zi Xiao asked Qing Xuan a word.

"Qingxuan, do you still think about Sufeng?"

"You treat him only because of the promise he made to you, or..." Really love him.

Looking at the back of her master, Qing Xuan would always think of the scene when Sufeng left.

"Master, Xuan'er likes him."

"I don't know why, but there is a feeling that I was waiting for him."

Zi Xiao smiled wryly, he had worked so hard for so many years, but in the end he was no match for Su Feng seeing Qing Xuan.

"Forget it, let everything go as you like."

"In the future, you have to work harder." Even if one day in the future, you are injured and decide to forget about him, you still have the ability to protect yourself.

"You have always wanted to ask my teacher, where is Sufeng?"

"I will tell you now as a teacher."

"Sufeng, he is now the master of Hao Zhou."

"Lord of Hao Zhou."

Qing Xuan repeated in a low voice, Zi Xiao shook his head and left Luo Xiaoshan.