"Senior Sword Saint, my master..."

Before Shi Fei finished speaking, she fell from the horse's back.

"Master Sanfeng, my father..."

Song Yuzhi also looked shaky and seemed to be seriously injured.

Chu Feng teleported directly, lifted Shi Feixuan, who was unconscious and Song Yuzhi, who was not unconscious, and threw it on the ground, asking, "What happened?"

Song Yuzhi, who was extremely beautiful but scarred, supported himself to sit up and said with a sad look on his face: "On the way back, a group of mysterious people suddenly appeared. My father, second uncle, and brother were all kidnapped. Life and death are unknown. I came here after a lot of hardships. Shi Feixuan and her master also encountered the same thing."

When Chu Feng heard this, he felt a turmoil in his heart. He didn't expect anyone to take advantage of the competition some time ago to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Just as Chu Feng was thinking, Song Yuzhi and the unconscious Shi Feixuan blatantly launched a sneak attack.

Everything came very suddenly, but this was nothing to Chu Feng with his strength. Even the Tiandao Song Que did not succeed in attacking, let alone others. In an instant, Song Yuzhi flew backwards.

A Qing on one side shook Shi Feixuan out at the same time. Compared to Chu Feng, who had room for action, A Qing, who was cold to outsiders, directly shook Shi Feixuan to death and blood fell into the air.

For a moment, the audience was in an uproar. The descendants of Cihang Jingzhai and the princess of the Song family would have sneaked into the head and elders of the Five Yue Sword Sect without knowing what happened. Some disciples in the crowd who were good at disguise walked to the seriously injured and coma Song Yuzhi and the dead Shi Feixuan, moved their faces, and restored two strange old faces.

"Disguise"

"It turns out that it's fake. I'll just say that Shi Feixuan and Song Yuzhi will attack the world's number one master and the world's second master unless they are crazy."

"There must be a shocking conspiracy in this."

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Chu Feng and A Qing looked at each other, their expressions were very calm. When they reached their level of cultivation, they didn't care about conspiracy and tricks.

"Master, the assassin is dead, I guess the master is coming soon."

Ah Qing said calmly, as if she was talking about something irrelevant.

Chu Feng thought, walked a few steps forward, and said to the disciples in the square: "I may have a great battle later. I will go to the secret place of the back mountain to avoid it for a while. Without my orders, I will not come out."

"Abide by the elder's orders"

"Abide by the elder's orders"

"Abide by the elder's orders"

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After obeying the order, thousands of disciples retreated secretly towards the back mountain like a tide. The fight that the elders mentioned was not something they could participate in.

Chu Feng and A Qing waited in front of the hall for a while, but no one came. So they simply returned to the Wuji Hall and played chess in the warm pavilion on one side.

"A Qing, I will leave after the war."

Chu Feng, who turned back to his true body and was free and elegant, said inadvertently.

A Qing, who was originally indifferent, had his body stiffened, and the dark spot in his hand was crushed to pieces on the spot. The atmosphere in the warm gaze became very strange. After a long time, A Qing raised her head with hope in her eyes.

"Master, can you take me away?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng tapped the table with his hands, making a rhythmic sound. After a while, he said, "Yes, but you have to finish the passage first."

Ah Qing's bright black eyes, as bright as stars, burst out with a strange brilliance. For her, it would be better if there was hope. After a while, she pushed the chessboard aside, found a pen, ink, paper and ink, and spread it out.

"Master, don't play chess anymore, continue to teach me how to write. Don't you think that when I, the sword saint, was discovered to be ugly in my writing when I was preaching, right?"

Chu Feng smiled slightly, stood up and walked behind A Qing, wrapped his slender waist with one hand, holding A Qing's fair little hand with the other, and taught him step by step. In the past three months, this has happened many times. For some reason, A Qing, who has always been talented, has very rude in terms of recognizing words and writing. He always cannot write well, and he forgets after learning to recognize words.

"Master, when I was a child, every time I passed by a private school, I always wanted to go in and see what the children of the officials and merchants learned. Now I know how painful it is to recognize words and write words."

Ah Qing lowered her head, and while writing, she spoke softly, completely different from the cold sword saint seen by outsiders.

"A Qing, don't try too hard, be steady, just like you practice swords!"

Chu Feng was full of helplessness. It was really interesting to have a person with outstanding talent in martial arts, but it made her like an idiot on the other hand. The characters she wrote were either crooked or had very thick lines, and looked very strange.

"Master, my hands are out of control again!"

A Qing's pen is between dragons and snakes, and she wrote another ugly word.

Chu Feng let go of A Qing's hand and took a step back. At the beginning, if he had taught illiterate A Qing to learn to read first, he would not have chosen this apprentice. He would have been too stupid.

"Master, I have written the word "Yong"

Ah Qing suddenly said, with joy in his voice.

When Chu Feng heard this, he came over and found that Ah Qing had really written a decent word Yong. He was happy and continued to teach Ah Qing to write. At noon, Ah Qing wrote more than a dozen words that he could read, which was a breakthrough progress.

At this time, two delicate maids walked in with food. Seeing a scene in the room, they seemed to be used to it. They put the food in place and then stepped out.

Because of the habit, Chu Feng didn't say a word and buried his head in his meal.

Ah Qing had a small appetite, took a few bites, put down her chopsticks, and looked at Chu Feng quietly.

Suddenly, three powerful auras appeared in the square outside the hall. Chu Feng felt it, and A Qing also felt it.

"Master, come when you go"

Ah Qing stood up and walked out. After walking a few steps, he turned back again, picked up the scarf on the table, and gently wiped off the oil stains on the corner of Chu Feng's mouth.

"Master, look at you, you're eating all over your mouth, wait for me to come back."

Ah Qing put down the scarf, turned around and walked out, her beautiful face turned cold as ice, and her body exuded a cold aura.

Chu Feng looked at the scarf on the table and smiled bitterly. This good disciple regarded himself as an old man.

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Outside the Wuji Hall, in the wind, Ah Qing stood with a sword, looking down at the three figures in the square, with a cold expression.

"Who are you?"

A man standing in the middle, with a goose crown and a band wrapped around his body, and five strands of white beards on his chest fluttered in the wind. He looked less than a hundred years old. He only heard him say with a smile: "I heard that Jiangnan has a martial arts genius who has ever been seen once in a thousand years, and he brought two friends to see it."

The man standing on the left had black hair tied back into a bun, his handsome and ancient face was like bronze without any flaws, and his eagle eyes exuded a breathtaking coldness.
Chapter completed!