On the fifth floor of the first floor in the world, in an antique room, Mu Qing was sitting opposite an old man.
"Did you gain anything from your trip to Chen State?" the old man asked.
"Of course there are rewards, but the biggest reward is getting to know a good person!"
The old man nodded: "I heard Ye Guluan say that behind that man is a sword master?"
"Um!"
"In this case, I am qualified to be an ordinary friend with you!"
Listening to the old man's voice, Mu Qing suddenly fell into silence.
There was silence in the room for a moment, and the old man said again: "You should understand what I mean, and have a good sense of proportion. If you cross that line, it will not only harm you, but also him."
"I see!"
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"Lost! Miss! Something seems to have happened downstairs?"
The old man raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"
"A little girl soiled Jiang Qianxue's clothes, so Jiang Qianxue's suitor slapped the girl. Now the girl's brother refused to let go and slapped all the young men!"
"What!"
But I heard the two people in the room speaking in unison.
"Girl? Brother? Is it him! It's broken!"
Almost instantly, Mu Qing guessed the identity of the troublemaker.
"Jiang Qianxue? Is this woman crazy? She even dares to offend his sister!"
After a month of getting along, Mu Qing knew how much Feng Wuchen cherished that sister.
She remembered very clearly that it was because Qin Xiaorou of the Qin family stole Fang Fengning's cold marrow that Feng Wuchen went on a killing spree.
Maybe, Jiang Qianxue will follow in Qin Xiaorou's footsteps!
"Is it him?" the old man suddenly asked.
"It should be him!" Mu Qing nodded.
"Haha... interesting! Since you and he have met each other, I won't get involved in this matter! Just try not to kill anyone!"
"Thank you!"
After saying that, Mu Qing quickly stood up, left the door, and ran downstairs.
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br> The lobby on the second floor at this moment.
The moment Feng Wuchen drew his sword, the originally silent place suddenly started to boil.
"Sword cultivator!"
No one would have thought that this young man in plain clothes was actually a sword cultivator, and the one in his hand was a spiritual sword!
Locked by the sword intent and murderous intent, Jiang Qianxue's beautiful eyes trembled. She felt as if she was being targeted by death. No matter how fast she was, she could not escape death.
"How can it be!"
In her incredible eyes, Feng Wuchen's sword was already piercing her between the eyebrows, and the distance between them was only half a foot.
"Master Feng, keep your hands!"
At the critical moment, Mu Qing's voice suddenly came, and Feng Wuchen's sword instantly stopped half an inch away from Jiang Qianxue's eyebrows.
Although the sword had not yet arrived, the sharp point of the sword had already pierced the woman's eyebrow, and blood quickly flowed down the bridge of her nose.
"Tick tock!"
The sound of blood dripping to the ground came, and at that moment, it seemed like time had stopped.
After escaping from death, Jiang Qianxue ignored the wound between her eyebrows. She only felt that her whole body was weak and she could not move at all.
If Mu Qing hadn't arrived at the critical moment, this young man would really have killed her!
"Don't let me kill her? Give me a reason!"
Mu Qing's eyebrows furrowed slightly: "She will not die for her crime!"
"In my dictionary, there is only whether to kill or not, not whether or not to kill. This reason is not enough!"
Mu Qing smiled bitterly: "That lunch box is to give me face! Okay?"
Hearing this, Feng Wuchen took away the Burning Yang Sword.
"That's enough reason!"
After saying that, he walked aside and held Feng Ning in his arms. When he turned around, he stopped again and looked back at Jiang Qianxue.
"By the way! I have one more thing to say to you. It is impossible for a true genius to look down on a vulgar fan like you!"
"..."
When Feng Wuchen walked away, Mu Qing glanced at the dull Jiang Qianxue.
"You'd better not think about seeking revenge. This boy is not someone you can mess with!"
Jiang Qianxue was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Why? Does this kid have some background?"
Mu Qing smiled coldly: "Background? Haha... Only mediocre people rely on background! The advice I give you ends here, it is your own decision whether to listen to me or not! But you should have seen that, he and I are
friend!"
"..."
As soon as Mu Qing said these words, Jiang Qianxue couldn't help but be stunned.
These words are more of a warning than advice!
The implication is that if she dares to take revenge on Feng Wuchen, even the best in the world will not stand idly by.
And when she thought of Feng Wuchen's words when he left, her heart was filled with ripples.
It is impossible for a true genius to look down on a vulgar fan like you!
A true genius?
Is Feng Wuchen considered a true genius?
Recall her three conditions.
First, Feng Wuchen could see through the details of her cultivation at a glance, and told her what she was thinking. He had no shortage of talent for strategizing.
Secondly, this young man is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he is able to thrust out such a terrifying sword. His talent is absolutely unparalleled.
As for the swordsman who is so proud!
Feng Wuchen is a sword cultivator himself!
Unexpectedly, the young man she had just dismissed was the one she had been waiting for.
How ironic?
What a pity, what she just did may have ruined all the goodwill she had in the eyes of the other party.
It’s too late to make friends with this person!
…
After returning to the room, Feng Ning felt a little depressed.
"What's wrong, Ning'er, does your face still hurt?"
Feng Ning shook his head: "It doesn't hurt anymore... I was just thinking, am I useless? I always give it to my brother."
Brother is causing trouble."
Feng Wuchen comforted Feng Ning patiently: "Stop thinking nonsense, it is only natural for a brother to protect his sister! I said, I will not let anyone bully you!"
"Will brother always stay with Ning'er?"
Feng Wuchen nodded: "I will definitely do it!"
"good!"
After receiving Feng Wuchen's affirmative answer, Feng Ning closed his eyes with satisfaction and fell asleep peacefully.
There was no words all night, and early the next morning, Feng Wuchen's door was knocked by Mu Qing.
"It's almost time, let me send you to Qingchen Sect!"
"Good work!"
It was spring at this time, and the city of Yujing was also full of bright spring scenery.
However, the further we went in the direction of Qingchen Sect, the temperature became lower and lower.
Half a day later, the world's best carriage stopped under a stretch of snow-capped mountains.
"The ice and snow on this mountain never melts all year round and is separated from the four seasons. It is a unique place in Cangzhou, and on the top of the snow mountain is the Qingchen Sect!" Mu Qing said to Feng Wuchen word by word.
Feng Wuchen took a quick look and saw that starting from the foot of the mountain, there were two white paths stretching upwards. One of them was overcrowded. Excluding those who had already gone up the mountain, there were more than a thousand people at the entrance alone.
The other path was extremely deserted, and the disciples who signed up would rather go to the first path and squeeze their heads out than ask about this path.
"Do you think it's strange?" Seeing Feng Wuchen's expression, she asked with admiration.
Feng Wuchen nodded: "I'm really a little confused!"
"Haha, actually these two mountain roads are not just mountain roads! They are a kind of formation."
"Array?"
"That's right! A big sect like the Qingchen Sect will naturally not accept all cats and dogs. This mountain road is a test set by them. There are various obstacles and obstacles. Only those who can successfully climb to the top will be recruited by the Qingchen Sect.
Don’t worry about the thousands of people you accept as disciples, even if only 1% of them stay, it’s not bad!”
Chapter completed!