At noon that day, Lang Feng sat on the bamboo railing and said, "Senior, do you know our ancestor, Old Man Tianjian?" Lang Feng had been thinking about this question for a long time, and today he finally couldn't help but wonder,

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Zhu Weng was repairing a broken wooden barrel, and he said: "You finally can't help it anymore!" He ignored Lang Feng's embarrassed look and continued: "We know each other."

Lang Feng came forward and said in surprise: "Senior really knows our master, it's really amazing."

Zhu Weng continued what he was doing and said, "It's not easy for me not to recognize you."

Lang Feng thought to himself, Zhu Weng had been in Tianmen for so many years, it would be weird if he didn't know his master, and said: "Master is one of the three great masters in the world. I heard that he is in retreat at the moment. I have been in Tianmen for more than a few months, but I still can't

"Fortunate to see you" with a pity expression on his face

Zhu Weng laughed and said: "So what if you see him? He is also a common man. What do you want to see a bad old man?"

Lang Feng immediately stood up and said sternly: "Senior, you must not say these disrespectful words. The master is a generation of heavenly beings, how can he be a common person as the senior said?"

Seeing Lang Feng's anxiety, Zhu Weng said: "In terms of age, am I younger than your master? In Tianmen, if I say he is a layman, then he is a layman." He was flipping the barrel unhurriedly as he spoke.

Seeing that Zhu Weng had no respect for his master, Lang Feng couldn't help but feel angry, and said: "Senior and master are generally experts in our sect. You can be disrespectful to master, but senior cannot mention it in front of juniors."

Zhu Weng laughed and said: "Okay, if you don't say it, don't say it. What's the big deal? I didn't expect you to defend your master. If your master knew that a junior like you defended him like this, he would be very happy.

"After saying that, he laughed again.

Lang Feng sat down again. He originally wanted to ask about other things about his master, but he was afraid that Zhu Weng would make disrespectful remarks again, so he stopped asking.

"Senior, since he is the same generation as the master, his cultivation level is also very profound." Lang Feng had been dating Zhu Weng for many days, but he never realized how deep this Zhu Weng's cultivation level was. At this moment, he asked strangely

The bamboo man turned the barrel over and said: "I have some cultivation, but I haven't used it for many years, so I am a little rusty. But under the influence of my ears and eyes, I have some understanding of Tianmen's secrets. If you don't understand anything,

You can ask.”

Lang Feng was overjoyed and immediately said: "Senior, how much do you know about Hidden Sword Pavilion?"

The bamboo man stopped what he was doing and said: "Hidden Sword Pavilion, this Hidden Sword Pavilion is even older than the Tianchen Sword Formation, and what I know is only superficial."

Lang Feng said curiously: "It turns out that the Hidden Sword Pavilion is even older than the Tianchen Sword Formation. No wonder it's so fascinating. After entering, it's like entering another world."

Zhu Weng looked at Lang Feng with a sincere look in his eyes and said word by word: "That is not another world, that is in your heart."

"My heart? How could I get into my heart?" Lang Feng asked in shock

Zhu Weng laughed and said: "That is not your real heart, but it echoes your heart. Whatever your heart is, the world will be like that. In fact, the real name of Hidden Sword Pavilion is not Hidden Sword Pavilion, but Hidden Heart Pavilion."

Lang Feng was even more surprised and said: "Zangxin Pavilion? So it is an unreal place."

Zhu Weng said: "It's not true. Do you feel that there is anything untrue about him?"

Lang Feng thought about it, and felt that every time he went in, he would feel exhausted and lose all his energy, so he said: "This junior only feels that the Hidden Sword Pavilion is the most real place."

Zhu Weng laughed again and said: "That's right, everyone sees different things when entering the Hidden Sword Pavilion. Do you know why?"

Without even thinking about it, Lang Feng said: "Hundreds of people are created by heaven, and they all have different minds. Since the Hidden Sword Pavilion is born from the echo of the heart, of course everyone sees it differently."

Zhu Weng said "Yes" and said: "Yes, the difference between the Hidden Sword Pavilion and your cultivation qualifications are the most important. How good your qualifications are and how deep your cultivation is will be how strong the Hidden Sword Pavilion is. So

, if you have dull qualifications and low cultivation, it will be just an ordinary room after you enter. All the skills in Tianmen can be taught by the master, but this Tianjian Jue cannot be taught."

Lang Feng was surprised when he heard that the Hidden Sword Pavilion actually had such mysteries. No wonder only a few people could enter every year. At the same time, he felt a sense of pride, but he didn't know whether the world he saw was strong or weak. Zhu Weng

After saying that, Lang Feng hurriedly said: "Senior has profound insights, and his words really shocked this junior."

Zhu Weng said: "You don't have to compliment me." He stood up the wooden barrel in his hand. It turned out that it had been repaired. He stood up slowly and walked slowly to the lakeside to look at the calm lake surface.

Lang Feng followed behind, and Zhu Weng said: "The Hidden Sword Pavilion is the lake, and you are the wooden barrel. How much water can be held depends on the size of the barrel."

Lang Feng was startled and said: "I am the barrel."

The bamboo man said again: "The barrels come in different sizes, and they also have defects. If the barrel is small, I can make a big one. If the barrel is broken, I can also repair it. Hey..." After saying this, he sighed, feeling a little bit vicissitudes of life.

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Lang Feng thought: "The wooden barrel is damaged and can be repaired, but if a person's cultivation is low and his nature is corrupt, it cannot be repaired."

Looking back, he saw that the bamboo man had slowly walked back to the hut. Lang Feng looked at the lake in front of him and said: "The Hidden Sword Pavilion is the lake, and I am the barrel. If there is a barrel as big as the lake,

Wouldn't it be able to hold all the water?" Then he shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying: "There are such big wooden barrels in the world." After saying that, he whistled and walked away.

Lang Feng was now familiar with the road. Even if he lowered his head to wield his sword, he would not make a mistake. When he flew over Qingding Peak, he couldn't help but stop when he saw the stone pavilion.

Lang Feng landed in the stone pavilion and saw that the texture of the stones in the stone pavilion was neat. Although the surface was rough, it was extremely uniform. Lang Feng held the stones and a beautiful figure appeared in his heart. He couldn't help but feel excited in his heart and sighed slightly.

Suddenly he said: "Why are you sighing?" The voice was sweet and penetrating to the heart, and a burst of fragrance was also introduced into the nose at the same time.

Lang Feng secretly screamed with shame, and in his excitement, he didn't notice anyone coming behind him. He saw the beautiful face of Ice Moon, dressed in white clothes, like a spotless fairy, looking at him.

Lang Feng avoided her gaze and said: "Suddenly I felt bored, so I sighed."

Bingyue moved her body slightly and stood side by side with Lang Feng, looking ahead but saying nothing.

Lang Feng cried out in his heart and said: "Why are you here again? Why are you alone today?"

Bingyue suddenly looked over, her eyes full of anger. Lang Feng hurriedly avoided it as if he was being shocked by electricity.

Bingyue said: "I have always been alone."

Lang Feng was overjoyed, but still did not dare to look into Bingyue's eyes and said: "Could it be that the other one is your shadow?"

Bingyue said: "You are a smooth-tongued person, you are far wrong compared to Senior Brother Lu."

Lang Feng couldn't help but feel angry again in his heart, and snorted coldly: "Tianmen Shuangjue is famous all over the world. I am already far behind Senior Brother Lu. Could it be that Senior Sister Yue just discovered it now?"

Bingyue chuckled and said, "You are angry."

Lang Feng turned around and looked at Bingyue with majestic eyes. Bingyue's eyes flashed and she hurriedly avoided

Lang Feng said coldly: "Why am I angry? Senior sister is thinking too much."

Bingyue was startled, looked at Lang Feng, and murmured: "Why are you angry? You don't even have a reason to be angry?"

Lang Feng suddenly felt a pain in his heart, as if his most beloved thing had been destroyed in front of his face. Bingyue's face turned cold, and suddenly turned into a white shadow and went away, determined to leave.

Lang Feng wanted to speak, but he was so stunned that he didn't know what to say. He stood for a long time and punched the stone pillar, causing the stone pavilion to shake a few times.

Lang Feng walked back out in a daze, turning a blind eye to the people around him.

Suddenly a fan blocked the way. Lang Feng was startled and looked up. Ren Fengliu had one hand behind his back and the other hand was holding the fan against Lang Feng's chest.

Qimu and Mo Xiaozhen were also there next to him. Lang Feng felt a little annoyed in his heart. He took a step back and said, "Brother, why are you stopping me?"

Ren Fengliu took back the fan, opened it with a pop, and said, "Brother Lang Feng is wrong. My surname is Renfeng, so you should call me Brother Renfeng."

Qimu next to him chuckled and said: "Brother Lang Feng probably doesn't know. The so-called person who doesn't know is not guilty."

Ren Fengliu chuckled and said: "The difference between what Brother Qimu said is not that Brother Lang Feng doesn't know it, but that Brother Lang Feng doesn't want to know. How can Brother Lang Feng think of making friends with ordinary people like me?"

Qimu's face showed embarrassment, and Lang Feng said loudly: "What Brother Renfeng said, I think this sentence is the most reasonable." Lang Feng was already troubled in his heart, and Ren Fengliu came to provoke him again, which made him even more angry.

Don't be polite when you speak

Ren Fengliu's expression changed drastically, he pointed at Lang Feng and said, "What did you say?"

Lang Feng turned to one side, not looking at him directly, and said: "I said what Brother Renfeng said was very reasonable, and Brother Renfeng was also angry. Could it be that I said that Brother Renfeng's words sounded like farts, and Brother Renfeng would be happy?"

Ren Fengliu listened to Lang Feng's words and said in a cold voice: "Okay, it turns out that he has reached the first level of Heavenly Sword Duel. He has extraordinary qualifications and profound cultivation, and he doesn't look down on the people in the world. I hope Brother Lang Feng can spare no effort."

Please give me some advice and let everyone see what the Heavenly Sword Jue looks like."

Qimu shook his head helplessly. Lang Feng was very angry and had nowhere to vent, and said: "Since Brother Renfeng wants to learn from him, if I refuse, wouldn't I be looking down on Brother Renfeng?"

Qimu Yuan wanted to persuade the two of them, but he didn't expect Lang Feng to agree. He couldn't help but feel curious, so he pulled Mo Xiaozhen back a few steps and looked at the two of them quietly.

Lang Feng was as steady as a tree, and Feng Feng was ready to go. After a while, many disciples gathered around him, and everyone came to compete to see who was more powerful among the two geniuses known as the youngest in Tianmen.

, even Xia Nan, Lone Widow, Yulu and others heard the news and came.

Seeing that more and more people were gathering together, Lang Feng immediately said to them: "Since Brother Renfeng wants to teach me two moves, why don't you take action?"

Ren Fengliu was usually arrogant, always thinking about a fight with Lang Feng in front of everyone. At this moment, seeing Lang Feng calm and calm, he actually felt a little bit afraid.

Ren Fengliu chuckled and stretched his hand to his waist. Originally, Ren Fengliu didn't have a sword on his waist. As soon as he pulled it out of the void, he pulled out a sword. Some disciples who were cultivating Di Qian immediately covered their ears. Apparently Ren Fengliu was crying with swords.
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