Feng Beiming

The next day, Feng Ming woke up and found himself in his brother's room again, lying on the couch like big characters, his eyes like black pearls were full of confusion and puzzlement.

He remembered something, but after opening his eyes, he forgot it again, and he couldn't remember it no matter how he thought about it, he just remembered that he had a headache yesterday, and then he didn't know anything.

Feng Mingqing pushed the door open and came in, seeing his younger brother in a daze on the bed, stepped forward and asked: "Are you awake? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"It's not uncomfortable anymore." Feng Ming turned over and got up, seeing that his brother's face seemed to be a little pale, he immediately felt distressed: "I have caused trouble for my brother, my brother's complexion is so bad, is it because of me that he got sick?"

Feng Mingqing shook his head, just asked: "Ming Xin, do you like Yu?"

Feng Ming was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Sister is pretty, I like it"

Feng Ming Qing said: "Then stay with him well."

Feng Ming was stunned.

Feng Mingqing didn't say any more, turned around and left the bedside.

Feng Mingqing's words were a bit strange, Feng Ming wanted to ask to understand, but Feng Mingqing had already opened the door and left.

Listening to Xin Xiaozhu, because of Feng Mingqing's order, no one else could enter. Yu came here once in the morning, but failed to enter. After Feng Mingxin had lunch, he left Fengtian Castle through the back door and headed straight for the castle. Walk in the bamboo forest.

Yesterday, he met someone here. He thought he was a fairy, but it turned out to be a bamboo demon.

The bamboo demon said that he was still waiting in the bamboo forest today, although Feng Mingxin didn't reply at that time, he still heard the words.

However, which family's young master is this bamboo demon?

When he came to the bamboo forest, Feng Ming saw from afar the bamboo demon who was fighting with him yesterday. The bamboo demon stood quietly in the forest, and the flying bamboo leaves shook from his side, blown by the wind. The folded clothes fluttered lightly, and when she remained still, there really was a kind of ethereal and ethereal fairy air overflowing.

very nice.

As if aware of the existence of Feng Mingxin, the young man looked back, and the moment he turned around, his broken hair fluttered, and the thin black hair was clearly visible: "I've been waiting for you for a long time." , the immortal energy in that body disappeared.

Feng Ming frowned, Xiao Mian still seemed to be a little entangled: "You look better when you don't talk."

The young man was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect to hear this, then he smiled and walked towards Feng Mingxin: "I saw you practicing sword before, and thought that you would look good with a set of sword skills, so today I will copy the sword manual brought it here"

"What?" Feng Ming was a little confused.

The young man handed over the book he had been holding in his hand, and said with a smile: "This is the sword manual my master gave me. I have already learned it. I saw you practicing so hard and hard, so I wanted to give you this. This sword The essence of the method cares about the simple word, the sword is simple, but the sword is overbearing, you practice hard, learn this, other moves are not a problem."

Feng Ming raised his eyes and looked at him: "Why did you give me this?"

The young man smiled, and the corners of his mouth curved gracefully: "How about making friends?"

Feng Mingxin frowned slightly: "If you don't have anything to show courteousness, it's either adultery or robbery"

The young man was blocked by him and his chest was tight: "Where are you so narrow-minded?"

Feng Mingxin raised his chin towards him: "My brother taught me."

"I just want to make friends with you." The young man laughed, and then sighed: "I'm going back today. From now on, I may never go down the mountain again."

Feng Ming was suspicious: "You live on the mountain? Are you alone?"

"And my master, with my junior brother," the young man said, "but apart from them, there is no one else. This time I followed the secret master down the mountain, so I have to go back to the mountain before the master goes back."

Feng Mingxin frowned slightly, looked at the things the young man was holding in his hand, his eyes hesitated: "But I only met you once, and you suddenly sent me the sword manual, I..." The feeling in my heart was very strange.

The young man smiled and said, "I have said before that I have seen you here for a few days, so it is not the first time I have seen you."

Feng Mingxin: "..." But this is the first time I see you, okay!

Grabbing Feng Mingxin's hand, and putting the sword manual into his hand, the young man said: "You keep the things first, or I can store them with you temporarily. If there is a chance in the future, I will come back and pick them up." back"

Frowning, looking at the things in his hand, Feng Ming thought to himself: "You are really a weirdo"

The boy smiled: "Then can you tell me your name now?"

"Xin Ming Feng" Feng Ming blurted out.

The young man nodded: "Leng Zhu, my name is Leng Zhu, you remember it"

There is a Tiandao Mountain in Fulin Prefecture. The viburnum on the mountain is in full bloom, and the lush white is covered with a piece of green on the whole mountain. If it is covered with snow, the scenery is very beautiful. The petals are blown all over the sky by the wind. The scenery is moving. In the stream of Tingxi, there is a boy about twelve or thirty years old kneeling. The boy's clothes are thin, and he has been kneeling on the cold stone ground for an unknown amount of time. He has a delicate and delicate face, as pale as paper, and his forehead is pale. Covered in cold sweat, his eyes were tightly closed, and his lips were tight and sensitive. Even though he was in a lot of discomfort, that small figure still knelt for a while.

Behind him, there was the sound of footsteps, the young man turned his head, seeing that the person coming was not the one he had been waiting for, he closed his eyes again, and stopped moving.

The visitor is about the same age as a boy, and they are also dressed in white clothes. They walk slowly and the corners of the clothes are graceful, making the visitor look like a fairy: "Are you still kneeling?" The gas is gone.

The boy closed his eyes, lowered his head, and ignored the person coming.

The person who came didn't seem to care, and said again: "Master has come back, if he knows that the disciple he loves the most all the time, and steals while he is away, how will Master handle it?"

The young man kept his mouth shut and remained silent, as if he had never heard what the visitor said.

The visitor frowned slightly and looked down at him. He was obviously only eleven or twelve years old, but the murderous intent in his eyes was not inferior to that of an adult.

"Leng Zhu" said the young man, his voice was clear and light: "If you want to kill me, you must weigh your own weight first." Opening his eyes and looking at Leng Zhu, there was a cold air in the young man's eyes: "Don't piss me off."

Obviously both of them are children under fifteen years old, but these two children are not like children at all.

Leng Zhu lowered his eyes, with a smile on his face: "Little uncle, don't be so excited, my nephew never thought of making you angry, it's just our nephew and uncle, I'm worried about you."

The boy closed his eyes and bowed his head, as if he didn't intend to pay any attention to Leng Zhu.

After a moment of silence, two people walked up behind the bushes, both of them had white hair and youthful faces, and they were dressed in white.

Leng Zhu looked at the two of them, and bowed to salute: "Master, Master"

The boy still knelt on the spot without moving.

Wu Daozi glanced at Leng Zhu, nodded, ignored Leng Zhu, and went straight to the young man: "Fan Yin" just opened his mouth, but Fan Yin opened his eyes and looked at him: "I didn't steal the master's sword manual."

"I know for the teacher" hugged Fanyin into his arms, Wu Daozi turned and left without explaining, only leaving Leng Zhu and his father where they were.

Back in the room, Wu Daozi put him down, put his palm on Fanyin's body, and used his kung fu to evacuate him from the discomfort in his body.

Fan Yin didn't say anything, but only tightened his eyebrows. For a moment, after a layer of cold sweat broke out all over his body, he lied on the couch panting as if he had been pulled out of his strength.

Wu Daozi collected his skills, saw that the texture under Fanyin's skirt showed black texture, and frowned slightly: "You are using the supernatural power again." Taking the handkerchief and wiping the cold sweat off the young man's head, Wu Daozi sighed: "Say Many times, you are still young, you can't control this ability, you can't use it rashly, why don't you listen to it?"

Fan Yin's lips were sensitive, and he said for a moment: "I know, I won't use it easily in the future." In fact, he didn't want to use it either, but he knelt in the Tingxi stream for two days, and his body couldn't take it without relying on supernatural powers. , I am afraid that before the master comes back, he has already gone to Half-Life.

Sighing, Wu Daozi patted Fanyin's head lovingly: "This time, you have been wronged, but since the teacher is back, I will give you justice."

To be fair or not is to punish Leng Zhu.

"Master...the sword manual..."

Wu Daozi said: "Although you did not steal the sword manual, you are required to find it in the future. Rest well and take care of your body. In a few years, you will be able to go down the mountain and go home to visit your parents."

Fan Yin nodded.

Wu Dao Zi is a Taoist who hides from the world and is proficient in astrology, divination and martial arts. He was once called Wu Dao Xingjun in Jianghu.Fanyin was brought up the mountain by Wu Daozi seven years ago. At that time, he was only a five-year-old child who carved jade and was innocent and funny. Ability, and began to transform.

Even Wu Daozi couldn't predict the final result.

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