Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

He followed Xu Zhuang into the courtyard covered by green bamboos. Outside the courtyard, there are green fields and forests. Inside the courtyard, there are many scholars and scholars.

"Little friend Wang, this old man wanted to send someone down the mountain to look for you. Unexpectedly, a piece of paper from the king is more useful than legs and feet. Little friend Wang, who lives in seclusion, rushed over early the next morning without stopping." Xu Zhuang smiled and added some new tea he brewed in his cup.

He sat in a relatively secluded room with Xu Zi, and looked over inexplicably after listening.

Could it be that Qi Xin needed someone to go to Tingjie Mountain to receive news because of something, but that Xu Zi wanted Qi Xin to call him up the mountain?

He asked suspiciously, "Xu Zixun has something important to ask me?"

He turned his head to look at Xu Zi, Xu Zi took a sip of his fresh tea but smiled silently.

"It's not important, but I want to see Lord Hou alone, so I asked my master to invite Lord Hou here."

Suddenly, a handsome man dressed in a brocade robe and a purple jade crown walked in from the open door.

He fixed his eyes, and the leisurely swaying feather whistle on the man's waist was really eye-catching.

He was shocked and said: "Cang Lizi? Why are you on Tingjie Mountain? And you are Xu Zi's disciple?"

Seeing this, he was even more puzzled.

Cang Lizi sat beside him, warmly took his hand, and said with a smile: "Hou Ye's words are full of questions, how can I answer them?"

Cang Lizi rolled his eyes slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he was determined to change the topic.

Cang Lizi cast a glance at him, then raised his hand to Xu Zi who was at the side and said, "Thank you, Master, for your success. Please avoid Master for the time being, I have something to talk with Lord Hou."

Canglizi's respect to Xu Zi was only shown in his actions, but he lost his respect in words.

He withdrew his hand calmly, his eyes circling back and forth between the two of them.

Terrible teacher-disciple relationship.

I don't know where Cang Lizi's master came from, so he dared to order his master openly.

What was even more strange was that Xu Zi didn't even show any signs of anger, but instead drank his tea and left the room carelessly.

Seeing this, he raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him, "Sir, why did you come to me?"

He sat down awe-inspiringly, and turned into Feng Yanghou who was as cold as ice and proud of his talent.

Cang Lizi was leaning against the window lattice, looking at him from a distance, "Master Hou, do you know that Chaohe Painting Boat was attacked by Zhai Wei assassins?"

"I know." He put down his cup, "That day, Ben Hou was very lucky and happened to meet."

He raised his eyes and looked at Canglizi as if joking, "Mr. must have suffered a great loss because of this incident, and also lost a lot of reputation. Chaohe Painting Boat was collected under the banner of Xianxingzhai. This mistake not only offended Those dignitaries who went to look for courtiers, and the king will not let you go easily. All the ministers are admonishing, it will inevitably make the king burnt out, and even vent his anger on the gentleman."

The words in the words are intertwined, revealing the crux of Canglizi's worries.

However, Canglizi didn't want him to intercede with King Zhou Hui for the matter of painting a boat on the crane.

Cang Lizi had already done such a thing as pleading with King Zhou Hui before.

Moreover, King Zhou Hui also forced a treasure that Xianxingzhai had just acquired, a rare treasure.

Thinking of this, Cang Lizi couldn't help covering his chest, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.

He curled his lips and turned his eyes, he really didn't know whether it was his words that made the people in front of him unacceptable, or whether his sarcastic words irritated the man in a daze in front of him.

He clenched his fist and coughed lightly.

Cang Lizi lowered his arms in an instant, gathered his thoughts and said, "If Hou Ye wants to know more, he should immediately go to Tongming Lake. Someone has been waiting there for a long time."

As he spoke, he stood up and pointed to a place outside the window lattice.

He then frowned and looked away.

By the bright lake.

The mist in the mountain stream has already dissipated like the vast mist on the lake.

The gilded warm light was cast on the sparkling lake, and the golden waves gurgled, covering every plant and tree around with faint broken light.

Sparse shadows.

The man sitting at the stone table who was blowing the wind turned his eyes, and when he saw him approaching, his dark eyes fell on his face.

"Ji?" His eyes probed up and down, as if he hadn't seen the man.

He raised his head to block the slightly dazzling light and shadow, and sat opposite the man facing the Raksha ghost, "You entrusted Cang Lizi to meet Benhou by Tongming Lake?"

In order to lure him to the Tingjie Mountain, Xu Zi and Cang Lizi were invited, and it took such a lot of trouble?

He didn't dare to agree with what he thought in his heart.

Leaving aside Ji's identity, let's talk about Xu Zi and Cang Lizi.The two of them are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

So, what is Ji's identity?

Unconcealable doubts shot out of his eyes, Ji reached out and touched the face of Rakshasa ghost, and smiled embarrassingly.

"It was the king who sent me to present the treasures to Lord Hou."

So, this is the reason for him to go to the court boundary mountain?

"The king is busy with government affairs, and it is difficult to get away."

Then why not summoned in the Mingguang Hall?

"The king said, Lord Hou must like it."

Oh, it's really uncommon domineering.

He looked at Ji, and was about to speak, but Ji in front of him threw three blank sheets of paper at him, which caught him off guard and slandered him secretly.

"Your Majesty said, Lord Hou, please accept it with a smile." Ji wrote again.

Ji looked into his eyes, and there was a figure reflected in the pupils of a deep pool, looming.

He was taken aback after seeing it, and his expression was surprised: he had to accept the co-author whether he liked it or not.

Thinking of this, he made a bitter face.

"Take the sword." With a wave of Ji Zhi's pen, he suddenly turned around and struck him with a palm.

When he spun his feet to avoid it, an unsheathed sword was thrown straight into his arms.

"This sword is called 'Hengchen'."

Ji held a black iron long knife in his hand, lowered his eyes, and drew the word "Hengchen" on the ground, which was enviable as if it had been carefully carved.

Heng Chen unsheathed, a cold snow glowed faintly in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, the sword dazzled.

How can he not know that the sword in his hand cuts iron like mud?

He pointed the blade at the light, and for a moment, the traces of frost, snow and silver thread were painted like a phoenix floating on the sword, as if he wanted to look down on the nine layers of blue sky.

Silver-patterned phoenix - the pattern on this sword is not original, but added later, it is exactly the same as the pattern on Ji Mo's forehead.

He glanced at Hengchen again, and then prepared to take back the sword.However, the man who was three feet away from him didn't want him to stop, but instead grabbed his long knife and attacked him.

"That's good. Then the Marquis will compete with you here!" He was suddenly provoked by someone who came to fight. Although the martial arts of the person in front of him is good, he should not be underestimated.

He jumped to avoid Ji's moves, and wanted to swing his sword, but the long sword was instantly suppressed by its sharp blade.

In front of Ji, who had experienced the killing of a narrow escape, his long sword could not hurt him at all.

Hengchen is light and nimble, and can cut iron like mud. It is a treasure that suits one's wishes.For him, it took a lot of effort to get within ten steps.

Thinking of this, his face became solemn, and every move he used was a high-level offensive swordsmanship.But he was not good at learning, so Ji Zhi pushed him back tens of meters with a single sword strike.

"How can a gentleman's sword hurt my murderous blade!" Ji Mou turned cold, his expression was serious, and he put down his knife and wrote, "I'm not familiar with the footwork, and the strength of my hand is not strong enough."

When Hengchen was knocked to the ground by the power of the long knife, he just realized that the depression of being inferior to others is obviously more difficult to contain than the loneliness of arrogance and conceit.

Ji's eyes closed slightly, and he threw a blank sheet of paper at him, "Look."

Ji turned around and snatched the long sword in his hand, raised his head, and threw the long sword in his hand onto the stone table impartially.

In an instant, there was a howl of swords in the light and shadow.

Hearing the sound, he regained his astonishment, and sat quietly beside the stone table, looking at the figure slashing his soul with a sword by Tongming Lake.

At that moment, the man held the dust in his hand and swallowed mountains and rivers with anger.

What turned out to be a beautiful sword turned this person into a fierce cold iron mad knife.

He knew that Ji was proving to him: the sword has no eyes, and it has always been a weapon to hurt people's vitals; the sharp blade does not need half emotion.

He looked at the treasured sword that Ji threw on the stone table, and his whole body felt cold. It was the sharp blade that ranked first on the list of famous swords of the Six Kingdoms--Dragon Tongue.

Ji was obsessed with the exquisite swordsmanship, and thought about his power of comprehension, so he slowed down his pace, and demonstrated each move and move before him.And this demonstration took more than half an hour.

He rested his elbows and lowered his eyes secretly.

After the moves were completed, Ji drew back his sword with ease.

He turned to look at the man beside the stone table. At this moment, the vibrant green leaves fell on the man's shoulder.

The man who was supposed to be thirsty for knowledge was resting his chin, pursing his lips and closing his eyes, sleeping soundly, he didn't know what day and night in his dream.

The breeze blows, and the green shadows dance.

In the misty mist, that face with deep contours, and the eyes of Wanli Xueren who were frozen, seemed to be covered with misty peach petals, captivating one's soul.

Ji shook his head and sighed, took off the green leaves on his shoulders, and gently put the cloak on the stone table on the sleeping man's shoulders.