Lang Feng had a pot of green bamboo wine hanging on his waist. From a distance, he saw Zhu Weng walking slowly by the lake. His body was extremely slow. He took two steps forward and said: "Senior Zhu Weng, you are not feeling well. No matter how you move, you can't move at all."

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Zhu Weng turned around and laughed, looking extremely happy.

Lang Feng asked curiously: "Senior, what's the matter?"

Zhu Weng walked slowly towards a wooden bench, and Lang Feng hurriedly supported him. Zhu Weng said: "When people get old, they will suffer from many diseases, but this kind of birth, old age, illness and death are unavoidable for the world."

Lang Feng said: "Senior's face is glowing red, which means he will live a long life. He will recover from his temporary illness in a few days."

Zhu Weng slowly sat down and said hehe: "Then I have to ask you to give me some good advice."

Lang Feng suddenly sighed and said, "Senior is feeling unwell, so it's a pity that this jug of wine is missing." After saying that, he lifted the jug around his waist and shook it a few times.

Zhu Weng's eyes lit up and he said: "Green Bamboo Wine!"

Lang Feng said: "Senior also knows this wine?" Zhu Weng stood up slowly with a smile and walked into the house. Lang Feng was surprised. Every time Zhu Weng entered the house, he had to go back. Why did he start this time?

Went into the house

But after waiting for a while, the bamboo man came out again, carrying a wooden plate with two empty wine glasses on it, and several plates of side dishes. Lang Feng laughed in his heart.

The bamboo man put everything on a wooden stool and said with a smile: "The reputation of Qingzhu wine is not less than that of Tianmen, how can you get a pot of it?"

Lang Feng looked at the wine bottle in his hand strangely and said, "Is this wine more famous than Tianmen?"

Zhu Weng said: "Never mind this, we still have two drinks and talk."

Lang Feng said: "Since the senior is unwell, it is better to wait until the body recovers before the junior comes to accompany me again."

Zhu Weng said: "It's okay, this little illness won't bother you."

Lang Feng couldn't refuse anymore, so he opened the mud seal and filled a cup for Zhu Weng. Before he drank it, Zhu Weng said: "It is indeed a good wine." After a few glasses, Lang Feng sighed again. Zhu Weng stopped his chopsticks and said

: "Are you worried?"

Lang Feng said: "In the past few days, a dark shadow person suddenly appeared on Tianfeng. Master said that person is the shadow sword of the Demon Sect. This person's cultivation is unfathomable. Every time he comes to Tianmen, there will be a big fight.

Even with the strength of the six masters, they are no match for this person."

Zhu Weng put his chopsticks together and said slowly: "There is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. There is nothing strange about this."

Lang Feng was startled and said: "But Master is getting more and more worried, and he was injured this time. I really can't bear it. Master said that if this continues, Tianmen will be in danger."

The bamboo man chuckled and said: "How could Tianmen have been standing in this world for tens of millions of years? If it could be toppled so easily, Tianmen would have ceased to exist long ago."

Lang Feng suddenly woke up and said: "Yes, what the senior said is absolutely true. Tianmen has existed for tens of millions of years and has its own reasons for existence. How can it be overturned by just one person? In a few months, the master will be able to leave.

Even though the shadow sword has three heads and six arms, it doesn't dare to come."

Zhu Weng said: "Does your master think so too?"

Lang Feng said: "The entire Tianmen disciples think so."

Zhu Weng ate another meal, picked up a glass of wine and drank it, saying: "That shadow sword can defeat six of your masters. Even if your master takes action, he may not be able to defeat him."

Lang Feng was shocked. Zhu Weng's words made him think that the depth of the Shadow Sword's cultivation was simply unimaginable. The six masters working together could be said to be unmatched by anyone in the world. If the master's cultivation was deeper, he would be able to do it again.

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Seeing Lang Feng frowning and thinking hard, Zhu Weng said: "Never mind it, others will take care of these things, so you and I don't have to worry about it."

Lang Feng suddenly stood up and said: "As a disciple of Tianmen, my sect is in danger, how can I say anything so lightly? Although my seniors live here leisurely, you can't ask me to ignore the friendship between my sect and my sect."

There was some light in Zhu Weng's eyes, and he suddenly laughed and said: "You are ambitious, the old man is indeed old. Sit down, I guess the old man is wrong." He waved to Lang Feng

Lang Feng sat down again and said: "Senior, please forgive me for my exaggerated words."

Zhu Weng said: "What you said is absolutely true. You have this intention, which is a blessing to Tianmen."

Lang Feng sighed and said: "It's just that my cultivation level is low, but I can't help the master." Suddenly he remembered something and asked: "Senior Zhu Weng, does he know the origin of this Tianmang Fairy Sword?"

Zhu Weng looked at Lang Feng, then at the Tianmang around Lang Feng's waist, and said, "Why do you suddenly ask like this?"

Lang Feng took out Tianmang, held the sword and said: "That day the Shadow Sword appeared and fought with Master and Uncle. Tianmang suddenly became excited and wanted to strike by himself. Look at the appearance of the Shadow Sword.

It seems that I am quite afraid of this sword."

Zhu Weng said "Oh" and said: "So if you want to understand this Tianmang clearly, you can use this sword to deal with that person next time."

Lang Feng smiled brightly and said: "This junior does not overestimate his own abilities, and indeed he has this intention."

Zhu Weng stood up, walked slowly to the edge of the lake, looked at the dim lake surface, and said: "This Tianmang Sword is the sword used by your master back then."

Lang Feng was startled, picked up Tianmang and put it in front of his eyes, and said in shock: "This Tianmang is the sword used by the master!"

Zhu Weng said: "Yes, this sword has been with him for hundreds of years, but it has also gained a lot of false reputations."

Lang Feng touched the sword body and said: "It turns out to be the sword used by the master. No wonder it is so powerful. If it is spiritual," he asked strangely: "Why did the master abandon this sword and not use it?"

Zhu Weng chuckled: "Your master is old and can no longer hold the sword."

Lang Feng thought in his heart that his master's cultivation level was already unfathomable. Regardless of whether he used the sword or not, the result would be the same. Zhu Weng naturally laughed at his words and said: "My master is a heavenly being and there is no need for this sword."

Yes, but it’s cheaper for me, kid.”

Zhu Weng turned back to where he was sitting and said: "The next time you come again, I will also give you a sword."

Lang Feng said: "Senior also has a very powerful fairy sword?"

Zhu Weng took a sip of wine and said, "Yeah! That sword is really powerful."

Lang Fengqi asked: "More powerful than Tianmang!"

Zhu Weng said: "You will know when the time comes." After saying that, he remained silent and just drank. Lang Feng suppressed his curiosity and started drinking with him. He was naturally speechless.

At noon the next day, after Lang Feng entered the door, Zuo Jiansong was reading a scroll with a sad look on his face. Lang Feng said: "Disciple pays homage to the master."

Zuo Jiansong put down the book, showed a smile, and said: "Feng'er, come and sit down."

Lang Feng sat aside and asked, "Has Master recovered from his internal injuries?" Zuo Jiansong said, "It's no longer serious." After saying that, he let out a long sigh.

Lang Feng said: "Master, you don't have to worry. Tianmen has stood for thousands of years and has its own reasons for existence. How could it be overturned by one person?" These words were originally spoken by Zhu Weng. When Lang Feng saw Zuo Jiansong's sad face,

So he said it anyway

When Zuo Jiansong heard this, his face relaxed and he smiled and said: "Feng'er, I'm really happy that you can say this. It's true. Since the Tianmen sect was founded, I have experienced many strong winds and langs, and now

Still standing tall and motionless, Feng'er's words really make sense."

Lang Feng saw Zuo Jiansong's brows slightly raised and said: "Disciple is also borrowing other people's words. Master, I am a little curious and want to ask master to clarify my doubts."

Zuo Jian Songqi asked: "Do you have any doubts?"

Lang Feng said: "Disciples often hear that master was so powerful in the world in the name of Six Swords that he did many chivalrous deeds."

Zuo Jiansong showed some pride and said: "That was all back then, but it is different now. The six of us were forced to be at a loss by one person. Alas!" After speaking, he sighed and said: "Why do you ask?

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Lang Feng said: "The disciple heard that there was a Senior Uncle Nan among the Six Swords at that time. Later, Senior Uncle Nan left for no reason and was never seen again. The disciple was very curious and didn't know why this Senior Uncle Nan left Tianmen.

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Zuo Jiansong stood up, thought for a while and said, "Uncle Nan, it's a long story."

Lang Feng immediately listened attentively, and Zuo Jiansong said: "Back then, your master had five apprentices in total. I was your master's son and the oldest in terms of seniority, so I became the senior brother, and you, Uncle Wu,

The four of us, Uncle Liu, are called the Five Swords of Tianmen. More than a hundred years ago, it was the time when the Tianmen and the Demon Sect were fighting. Your four uncles and I fought against the monsters of the Demon Sect for more than a hundred rounds.

There are also many wizards in the sect, and there are many people with high cultivation levels. After many battles, each has its own victory or defeat, and the Five Swords of Tianmen have also created a lot of fame."

Lang Feng thought: "I have heard these stories before."

Zuo Jiansong continued: "You must also know these things. Just when we were at a stalemate with the Demon Sect monsters, suddenly one day, your master brought back someone."

Lang Feng's heart skipped a beat. Uncle Nan appeared. He listened carefully.

Zuo Jiansong said: "That person is extremely handsome, but extremely cold and arrogant. Master told us that this is his close disciple, whose surname is Nan, and named Nan Jianwu. He asked us to take more care of him, and then left.

We all stepped forward to congratulate him, but Junior Brother Nan just said, "I wonder where the Hidden Sword Pavilion is?" We were startled, and we all thought, Junior Brother Nan just entered the school, why did he ask about the Hidden Sword Pavilion?

Where is the sword pavilion? Junior Sister Liu said, "I'll take you there." Junior Brother Nan said, "Thank you very much." The two of them went, but Junior Brother Wu was angry at that time, saying that this person is too arrogant."

Lang Feng was dumbfounded, why did Uncle Nan look so similar to Jie Ao? He also thought about how Uncle Liu followed Uncle Nan when he left. Uncle Wu was angry and couldn't help but laugh. He thought to himself, it seems that Uncle Liu must have been born with beauty.

, several uncles also tried their best to please

Zuo Jiansong said: "When Junior Brother Nan found the Hidden Sword Pavilion, he ducked in. It turned out that Master had already given the sword from the Sword Pavilion to Junior Brother Nan. From then on, except for sleeping and eating, Junior Brother Nan has been staying in the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

, I rarely talk to a few people, but you, Uncle Liu, will wait at the entrance of the Hidden Sword Pavilion every day, waiting for your Junior Brother Nan to come out. Junior Brother Nan will occasionally sit with Junior Sister Liu for a while, but most of the time he is still at the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

It’s a good idea to stay like this for two years.”

Lang Feng said in shock: "Two years!" Zuo Jiansong said: "Yes, we later discovered that Junior Brother Nan is very good at martial arts. As long as he encounters fighting skills, he will forget to sleep and eat, forget about everything, and become addicted to it.

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Lang Feng thought: "I am also good at martial arts, but I am far behind Master Nan."

Zuo Jiansong continued: "Two years later, there was a day that we will never forget for the rest of our lives." After saying that, he took a long breath and said: "That day, Junior Brother Nan suddenly came out of the Hidden Sword Pavilion. The swords we carried were all trembling, and we shouted

The low sound made our hearts tremble."
To be continued...