"Brother Lingfeng... I don't want to live anymore, just let me die..." Murong Yuan'er said with tears in her eyes.

"How can you die? Didn't you say you want to atone for your father's sins? Then you can't die! If you die, I will kill your father too!" Ling Feng held Murong Yuan'er's hands tightly and fiercely

The way.

"Ling Feng! It was me, Murong, who was wrong that day! Don't blame Yuan'er, kill or chop him as you please!" At this time, Murong Hu looked at Ling Feng with tears in his eyes.

"Hmph! On the day my mother died, I already swore an oath. I want you to repay me ten times! Ten times! It was you who took everything from me, it was you! Someone has to pay back all this!" Ling Feng's eyes were full of murderous intent.

He stared at Murong Hu fiercely, rolled his throat, and shouted.

"Dad...brother Lingfeng..."

"Yuan'er, how are you?..." Ling Feng asked worriedly.

"Don't argue...just let me pay for the mistakes my dad made, okay? Brother Lingfeng...my dad has such an impulsive temper..." Murong Yuan'er said, her eyes like autumn swaying in the wind.

Ye blinked feebly.

Ling Feng was silent for a moment, seeing that Murong Yuan'er's wound was almost healed, but her pulse was getting weaker and weaker, like a corroded lamp that was about to die out at any time, he gritted his teeth and dragged it on deliberately.

Shi Shi said, "If you want to pay back, you have to live a good life for me! For the rest of your life... you will be a slave and a maid by my side for the rest of your life! A slave and a maid!... The original intention is not..."

"I...I am willing, I, Murong Yuan'er, am willing to never marry for the rest of my life, but to be...to be your slave...to be your maid..." Murong Yuan'er's pale lips moved slightly, little by little.

He said what was in his heart. After saying that, he closed his eyes and his hands softened.

Ling Feng was anxious and picked up Murong Yuan'er's wrist to examine it, only to find that Murong Yuan'er's wounds had healed and her internal organs had been repaired. She just fainted due to physical weakness... and felt relieved.

Ling Feng glanced at Murong Hu and said: "Murong Hu, listen to me, three years later, I will kill you with my own hands and take your head to worship at my mother's tomb!"

When Murong Hu heard this, he frowned. No matter how powerful the opponent's talent was, no matter how outstanding he was, he couldn't defeat a fifth-level Yuanwu master who had practiced for more than 20 years within three years. Even if he really had such terrifying speed, he would not be able to defeat him in three years.

Dying in his hands can at least reduce your own sins...

Ling Feng was about to stand up when Murong Hu stopped Ling Feng: "Ling Feng, if you can really defeat me in three years, I hope you don't tell Yuan'er that she actually had nothing to do with your mother's death.

What you know is okay?"

"I won't let her know. Three years. If I can't kill you in three years, you will have to fend for yourself. This is the time limit I gave you, and it is also the promise I made to Yuan'er." Ling Feng replied coldly.

He glanced at it and said calmly. Lingfeng knew that it would be impossible to defeat a fifth-level Yuanwu within three years with his own true strength, but he had already promised Murong Wan'er and his mother, so the only way to do this was to give

The other party has a deadline with you.

After Ling Feng finished speaking, he walked up to the dean and others.

"Dean, I win, give me the prize." Ling Feng came to the dean and said calmly.

"Well, classmate Ling Feng, please wait a moment, the instructor has already gone to prepare." The dean looked at Ling Feng's cold expression and nodded.

"Little rich woman, my second thing is to make Murong Yuan'er an entry-level disciple of Jizun Pavilion. I..." Just as Ling Feng said this, Zhuge Yuandao's words rang in his heart. He couldn't help but be as stunned as a wooden stake.

He stood still.

"Boy, don't refuse so quickly. As far as I know, a special spring was discovered in the back mountain of Ji Zun Pavilion a hundred years ago. It should be a strange spring. However, in the first half of your quality cultivation volume,

This kind of strange spring is not recorded in the scriptures. It may be in the second half of the volume. This kind of spring can maximize a person's potential. Only those who become the core disciples of Ji Zun Pavilion have the right to soak in that spring water.

, you understand how to do it, right!?"

"But if I become their disciple, I won't be able to follow your training method, teacher!?"

"You are such an elf, you can find a way to escape for three years. This is your business, hee hee!"

"Okay~~"

"Ling Feng, what do you want to say?" Seeing Ling Feng standing there motionless, Han Yingying couldn't help but get closer and look at Ling Feng's blank face and asked.

"Uh... I mean, let Murong Yuan'er and I become disciples of the Supreme Supreme Pavilion together. She has become my personal slave. By staying with me, she will inevitably learn some Yuan skills of the Supreme Supreme Pavilion, so I

I hope she can also become an entry-level disciple at the same time." Ling Feng said clearly.

"Fourth Elder, you are the deacon in the pavilion. You know the law better than I do. Do you think this is feasible?" Han Yingying frowned and thought for a while, then asked the Fourth Elder with some embarrassment.

"This... it is allowed for entry-level disciples to bring maids into the pavilion as a rule. However, if you want to become an entry-level disciple, there will be a disciple recruitment competition in the pavilion every year, which is almost the same as that of the intermediate academy. She can participate, and she will be successful if she passes it.

You can become an entry-level disciple." The fourth elder pulled his beard, thought for a while, and then said.

"Thank you, Fourth Elder, and Young Pavilion Master. I have one more thing to ask for." Ling Feng cupped his hands and said.

"Ling Feng, you are asking for so much! Just tell me." Han Yingying couldn't help but licked her lips and said.

"I want to take a leave of absence for a while, I don't know if that's possible?" Ling Feng smiled and cupped his hands.

"How long do you want to ask for?" the fourth elder couldn't help but ask.

"Three years." Lingfeng paused and slowly swallowed the two words. The fourth elder and the young pavilion master were immediately shocked. They couldn't help but clicked their tongues.

"It won't take such a long time, because every three years, there will be a large-scale competition in the pavilion to recruit core disciples. With your talent, if you practice in the pavilion, you will definitely become a core disciple in the pavilion within three years.

If you waste these three years, you will lose this important opportunity. Do you know how high the status and cultivation of core disciples are? They are only recruited once every three years, and only the top three are recruited! Once you miss it,

There will never be a chance!" The fourth elder continued to talk about the dangers of taking a long-term leave without even thinking about it. People can't even look forward to going to Ji Zun Pavilion to practice, but this kid has to take three years of leave to waste it. The fourth elder is really angry.

It's not easy.

"I won't miss it! Don't worry, fourth elder, it's just that Ling Feng still has very important things to do, which his mother told him before she died, so we can't delay it!" Ling Feng said resolutely.

"No, absolutely not. With your talent, although self-study can achieve success, but compared with those who are also geniuses in the pavilion, you will have lost three years of correct training shortcuts and will lag behind.

We are thousands of miles away!" The fourth elder really didn't want to miss such a good disciple, so he said with the same determination.

"If the Fourth Elder refuses to criticize Ling Feng's fake act, Ling Feng will have no choice but to quit. Forgive Ling Feng and your pavilion!" Ling Feng cupped his hands and turned around. He thought to himself: "Fight! Ten steps!"

If you don’t agree with me, damn it, you’ll have the shame to come back and beg again!”

"I'm so angry. I have to kneel and walk for miles to become a disciple of the pavilion, but there are people who refuse!" The fourth elder was very angry for a moment. He has been an elder for decades and has never encountered such a situation.

Something happened that made me restless for a moment.
Chapter completed!