As Lu Feng responded, the atmosphere on the field instantly became heated, and cheers came one after another.
Jia Zhangyuan and Lu Jian eagerly stepped forward to welcome this momentum, telling each other interesting stories and experiences.
Lu Feng and Che Huirong retreated to one side, each listening to Chen Chuanling and Fang Daoli introduce the outstanding prisoners in the group, and selected suitable candidates.
Chen Chuanling introduced it while thinking secretly in her heart.
Although she believed Lu Feng's words this time, for the sake of safety, she thought it would be better to wait until Mr. Yang came back to confirm further;
Especially for the sword move called Xinwei Twilight Bloom, she always felt that it was not easy. Looking back afterwards, Lu Feng seemed to be obviously hesitant for a moment when he mentioned it. It didn't seem like he mentioned it intentionally, but more like he said it casually.
Just as he was thinking about it, an elderly figure slowly walked over outside the martial arts arena, followed by a young woman.
Chen Chuanling hurriedly greeted him, and with a signal, the woman who came with him also came to the center of the martial arts field.
The woman's name is Ling Lanxiu. She is currently the most talented and powerful person in Chen Chuanling's group. She mainly practices swordsmanship.
In previous exchanges, Chen Chuanling had introduced the general situation of Ling Lanxiu to Lu Feng.
But at this moment.
However, Lu Feng's eyes did not look at Ling Lanxiu at all, but always fell on the elderly figure beside him.
The figure is wearing an elegant robe. Although the color is not bright, it has a simple charm. The cuffs, collar and other details have traces of exquisite pattern sewing, which is simple but not shabby.
Her white hair is as neat as snow, combed meticulously, and gently pulled back behind her head. Her old face is full of traces left by the years;
Lu Feng stared blankly at the difference between the person in front of him and the figure in his memory, feeling the changes in his age, and felt an indescribable sourness on the tip of his nose.
"Teacher~"
Lu Feng bowed down, bowed heavily, and blurted out the long-lost "teacher". No matter how determined his heart was, his eyes still turned a little red involuntarily;
Based on their true relationship, it would not be an exaggeration to kneel three times and kowtow nine times. The respect in their hearts cannot be reflected by just bowing.
It can be said that if there had been no Shu Lao, he might not have achieved what he has achieved today; but if there had not been the person in front of him, he might have died long ago.
Yang Jie had already heard Ling Lanxiu mention Lu Feng on the way here. Now that she saw Lu Feng bowing and saluting, she was instantly sure that he was the person Ling Lanxiu mentioned;
Just looking at Lu Feng's unfamiliar appearance, I couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.
Lu Feng turned around and looked up, looking into Yang Jie's eyes that had gone through many vicissitudes but were still deep and bright. Feeling the fierceness in his eyes, he couldn't help but shrink his head in embarrassment;
In a trance, it was like going back to the time when I made a mistake and was stared at.
Yang Jie looked at Lu Feng's similar gestures and movements, her suspicious and sharp eyes softened a bit, and asked: "I heard from Xiao Ling, you call yourself the prisoner I once taught? But your appearance has been changed
Disguise? Or have you experienced any strange encounters that changed your appearance?"
Chen Chuanling was full of astonishment and said in a low voice: "Mr. Yang, don't you recognize this person?"
Yang Jie nodded vaguely. Although she was old, she was not dizzy. Every prisoner she had taught, not to mention completely remembering their names, family background, cultivation and strength, at least they were not as unfamiliar as before.
Lu Feng smiled calmly, "Mr. Yang, you are still as powerful as before. You can tell at a glance. I did encounter a disaster after graduating, and my face has changed a lot."
Che Huirong listened from a distance. Although he didn't understand why Yang Jie couldn't recognize Lu Feng, he thought that Fan Teng and Lu Feng were on good terms with each other, and the latter's surname was Lu, which matched the "Brother Lu" that Fan Linlin accidentally mentioned.
It should be impossible for him to admit his mistake.
Then the only thing that could be wrong was the identity of the prisoner who was a graduate as mentioned by Lu Feng.
Maybe he was just using Yang Jie as an excuse.
Although he had expected this possibility, Che Huirong's mood suddenly changed and he did not intend to use the methods learned from the prison chief to investigate Lu Feng's identity;
The situation has developed to the current point, and regardless of whether Lu Feng is true or false, he must make a fool of himself today.
At that moment, he stepped closer and interrupted Yang Jie who was about to continue questioning and probing.
"Senior brother, have you made your choice?" Che Huirong urged with a bit of impatience, "I have everything ready here and can teach you at any time."
Chen Chuanling simply explained a few words to Yang Jie.
After understanding the matter.
Yang Jie nodded towards Lu Feng, "You go first and we'll talk later."
Thinking about the answers obtained from questioning, sometimes they may not be true, but are not as reliable as the clues seen with one’s own eyes;
Through Lu Feng's teachings, I think I can identify the latter's identity in subtle ways.
Such active recognition seems to show more virtue as a teacher than passive notification.
Lu Feng happily agreed and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If his identity was exposed at this stage, it would be inconvenient in the future. He didn't want to be like Lao Mu, because Lao Yang didn't tell the specific details out of concern.
the truth.
"Have you chosen whom to teach?" Chen Chuanling asked thoughtfully.
Lu Feng looked at Ling Lanxiu who was standing behind Yang Jie for the first time. He looked at the fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl and asked, "Have you ever fought with that kid in the past?"
Ling Lanxiu raised her eyes and glanced at the man behind Che Huirong. Seeing the cold contempt on the man's face of a similar age, her face couldn't help but sink.
"His name is Zhu Xiao. He is the most powerful in the group next door. We fight him once a month!"
Ling Lanxiu gritted her teeth and said angrily: "The current record is three wins out of ten."
Lu Feng frowned slightly.
Ling Lanxiu had a look of displeasure on her face, thinking she was looking down on herself, and explained in a deep voice: "The two times I lost, one was due to my careless practice and I had a gas problem and could not fully recover; the other was due to menstruation.
Feeling unwell."
Lu Feng looked at Ling Lanxiu seriously and corrected: "It's not the two more losses, but the seven losses!"
"If you lose, you lose. There is no need to find reasons for losing. It is meaningless;"
"At your age, the price of losing is the lowest. If you don't experience the feeling of losing more at this stage, then it won't cost you so much if you experience it again in the future."
Ling Lanxiu was startled. She originally thought Lu Feng was going to say those high-sounding words of encouragement that would hurt her ears, but she didn't expect it to be such words.
At this young age, do you want to experience the feeling of losing more?
It's a really novel point of view.
For a moment, Ling Lanxiu seemed to feel that the burden on her shoulders was much lighter, and she felt relaxed for a long time.
"Since senior brother has chosen her, let's get started!" Che Huirong said with a sneer. He didn't give Lu Feng a chance to learn more about it. He further compressed the only half an hour and took care of himself first to lead the chosen boy.
Went into the distance.
Before the instruction, he even used a cheap array plate to create a shield to prevent others from peeking.
Lu Feng was unmoved. He just glanced at it indifferently and continued to ask in the same manner as before. He asked slowly: "What do you think is the most important thing in a competition?"
Ling Lanxiu was stunned and looked at Lu Feng in astonishment. Seeing that Lu Feng was serious about cannibalism, she turned to Chen Chuanling and Yang Jie pitifully for help.
Chen Chuanling couldn't bear it and urged: "Don't ask whether these are available or not. I have already started to guide you. There is not much time. You should hurry up and take Xiaoling there."
Lu Feng still ignored it and looked at Ling Lanxiu seriously, "Then let me ask a different question. Regarding a competition, do you want to win the result of the competition more, or do you want to release all of yourself and have a good time?
A thrilling battle?"
Ling Lanxiu was stunned, the answers to these two questions constantly flashing through her mind.
Look at Lu Feng’s firm and serious eyes again;
She couldn't help but have a feeling that if she didn't answer now, Lu Feng might continue to be in a stalemate like this and not start teaching her, even if she would eventually be surpassed by Che Hui... Lu Feng didn't seem to care about this at all.
care?
Feel the relaxed and leisurely energy conveyed by the landing wind...
Ling Lanxiu had a vague answer in her heart. The many troubles that had been pressing in her heart in the past seemed to feel relieved at this moment, and her eyes gradually became firmer.
"Compared with the results of the competition, I think I would rather have a hearty battle to exhaust my last bit of strength and feel the process of breaking through myself."
Lu Feng looked at Ling Lanxiu's determined smile and nodded with satisfaction.
Finally, Ling Lanxiu said timidly: "Of course, it would be great to win the competition at the same time."
Lu Feng laughed sadly: "This is what youth should be like."
Seeing Lu Feng take Ling Lanxiu aside for guidance, Chen Chuanling couldn't help but murmured: "It's inexplicable. The time is so tight and you still make such nonsense."
Seeing Lu Feng calmly motioning to Ling Lanxiu to pick up the sword, he began to give instructions, and hurriedly went up to help arrange the same inferior formation, covering up the two of them.
This kind of formation can guard against gentlemen but not against villains. As long as one uses soul consciousness to sense it, he should be able to easily understand the internal situation.
But now that everyone is watching, no one would do such a shameless act, especially Che Huirong and others.
Chen Chuanling returned to Yang Jie and asked curiously during the break between Lu Feng and the two men's instructions: "Mr. Yang, have you recognized who he is? There was a person like him among the thirty-fifth generation of Gengzi.
?”
Yang Jie shook his head and said frankly: "The 35th Gengzi class is the class that has the deepest impression on me as a coach in my life. Not to mention those top-notch figures, just other groups in the same class, as long as I have had contact with them, I think they can do it."
I have a little impression, but this person..."
Yang Jie paused, with a sad look on his face, and murmured: "This person feels very familiar to me. He must have been in contact with him somewhere, but I... just can't remember who he is."
Prison son, among your generation, there seems to be no one who can match him."
When Chen Chuanling thought about the bet that was related to her, she panicked for no reason, "Is there really no one who can match it? What about the relationship between the main prison? He has an old acquaintance with Senior Fan Teng from the main prison. Could it be Mr. Yang?
The chief prisoner you taught casually back then?"
Yang Jie thought for a while and shook her head: "Although I have helped teach the prisoners sent from the main prison over the years, there should be no people like him among them;"
"If his performance was ordinary, I might also suspect that he has a bad memory and cannot remember which prisoner he corresponds to. But judging from his performance just now, it is obvious that he has a maturity and relaxation that others of his age do not have.
The calm temperament should also be something that ordinary people can possess;"
"A person like this will definitely not be an unknown existence no matter where he is;"
"If it really existed in my former group, or among the people I helped teach, there shouldn't be any impression at all;"
"A person's appearance may change, but his character and temperament should not undergo such earth-shaking changes in just a few years. We should be able to see some clues."
"So..." Yang Jie thought for a while and concluded: "Look back and see what type of swordsmanship he taught. If it is still unfamiliar...then this person may be assuming this identity."
"Um..." Chen Chuanling scratched his head and said with a little embarrassment: "I just wanted to say that the swordsmanship he taught Xiaoling will probably be your Ciyun swordsmanship."
Yang Jie was startled, then laughed: "How could he learn my Ciyun Sword Technique? Even if there were a whole class of prisoners back then, I could only teach it to a few people, and I could count them on one hand."
Chen Chuanling hesitated and said slowly: "But he just reported the moves in your swordsmanship very familiarly. One of the moves, even I have never heard of it. What is the heart's power and the twilight bloom?"
"Mr. Yang, do you have such a style in your swordsmanship?"
"Is it a very powerful move?"
As Chen Chuanling was talking, he looked up and saw that the bright smile on Yang Jie's old face suddenly stopped and turned into a look of deep shock and hesitation.
"He really said such a move?"
Yang Jie seemed a little in disbelief.
Chen Chuanling nodded, "When he stated, his tone was very serious, and his articulation was also very clear. Although some of the words seemed to be casually mentioned when reporting other sword moves, I heard clearly that it was the four words "heart power is blooming";
"Well, by the way, when he finished saying these four words, his face seemed a little heavy, and he seemed to be a little bit ashamed."
The confusion on Yang Jie's old face became even more intense, "That's weird, that's weird, how did he know this move? And why does he look like that?"
Chen Chuanling was full of curiosity: "Is this style special?"
Yang Jie nodded and said sadly: "This move is the death move in Ciyun's swordsmanship. Every time it is used, it requires a lot of effort and a narrow escape. It is a move that should not be used unless it is absolutely necessary."
"In the past few years, I have only used it once. Apart from Yun Jing, Xiao Mo and the others... not many people should know about it."
"As an outsider, he should not be heard of, unless..."
Yang Jie smiled meaningfully and vaguely guessed the possibility, "Maybe Xiao Mo's kid heard about Xiao Lao's experience when he came back a while ago, and specially arranged for this person to come over."
"Master Jun?" Chen Chuanling was surprised, "Could it be that... he was sent by Master Jun to teach Qin Daojun's group a lesson?"
After mentioning Jun Zimo's name, Chen Chuanling seemed to have thought of something in her mind, and her face became a little unnatural, showing a bit of sadness.
Yang Jie watched from the side, sighing secretly, and patted Chen Chuanling's hand in relief.