The direction in which the carriage was traveling was very familiar to Gu Feng. It was the direction leaving Yuecheng. He remembered that five years ago, he walked into this city covered in dust and in ragged clothes. This gate made Gu Feng even more strange.
"Teacher, where are we going? Why are we leaving the city?" Unable to control the doubts in his heart, Gu Feng finally asked again.
Zeng Weifeng didn't seem to want to say much, but simply replied: "You will know when the time comes, there is no need to ask too many questions."
Gu Feng also knows things and doesn't talk too much.
The carriage drove for about an hour and stopped outside a grove. The two people jumped out of the carriage, told the driver to leave first, and told them not to pick him up. Then they headed towards the grove with Gu Feng.
It was dusk at this time, and although the sky was a little dark, the Xuanling Master could still see everything clearly.
The grove seemed very shady, and there was no obvious path. Zeng Weifeng also walked around it in an ancient style, with no fixed direction.
Perhaps because the two people were making too much noise, several pairs of eyes in the woods were watching them.
"Everyone, there's no need to hide anymore. I haven't been here for a while and I really can't find the way in. Could you please lead the way?" Zeng Weifeng stood still and raised his head and shouted to the tops of some tall trees in the forest.
Hearing Zeng Weifeng's words, a black shadow appeared in front of the two of them at lightning speed. The dress of this person was really amazing. It was a woman, a woman in her thirties or nearly forty years old, dressed in an assassin's outfit.
The most prominent feature of the exclusive clothing is the snow-white skin exposed at the base of the thigh. Perhaps it is the result of long-term exercise. The well-lined muscles at the base of the thigh look giving people a wonderful feeling.
With her cool temperament, you don’t need to look much at her appearance to know her profession.
"Yan, I brought my student Gu Feng to visit Master Yuan Lang!" Zeng Weifeng obviously recognized this female assassin, but her tone of voice was a bit like an equal. This made Gu Feng very strange. The status of a full-time Xuanling Master should not be extremely noble.
Really? Why would you do this to a Xuanling Master who is an assassin?
"Thank you!" The female assassin who was called Yan stretched out her slender hand expressionlessly. Zeng Weifeng took out the letter he had written in the office and handed it over.
"Wait here!" As soon as the voice fell, Yan had already disappeared. Gufeng had good eyesight and saw how she left. An ordinary person might think that he encountered a female ghost in such a small forest.
The other three people in the woods did not relax their vigilance because of Yan's departure. Zeng Weifeng didn't care. He had no ill intentions in the first place, and he even said that Yuan Lang would not refuse him a visit.
As expected, when Yan appeared in front of the two of them again, the expression on her face became gentler, but still revealed a sense of coldness. Gu Feng even wondered whether the female assassins were very cold, and the male assassins he met
It's not like this, and most of the female assassins I know are like this. Not to mention others, Leng Yue, the assassin teacher at the academy, is the best example.
It's still a random detour, it seems like this is to deceive others, but in this place where nothing happens, who is it to deceive?
It wasn't until the three of them walked into the center of the grove that Gu Feng finally understood why he was walking like that before, because he had already lost his way. This grove is not big, but it is not small, but it is bigger than the full moon.
The total area of the school is several times larger. At this time, if Gu Feng is placed outside the woods and allowed to enter by himself, let alone being guarded in the woods, he will not be able to find an accurate location to enter here even if there is no one guarding him.
There is an empty space in the middle of the forest. In the middle of the empty space is a thatched hut surrounded by fences. There are many exotic flowers and plants growing in it. You can tell how precious these flowers and plants are by smelling the fragrance. It is not a smell that ordinary flowers can release.
, it is a kind of faint fragrance, which has the effect of purifying the mind.
Yan sent the two of them outside the fence and disappeared into the woods with a jump. Gu Feng always wanted to ask something, but he still endured it and did not ask.
"Student Zeng Weifeng and his apprentice Gu Feng came here to pay homage to Master Yuan Lang!" Zeng Weifeng bowed very respectfully. Regardless of whether the people in the room saw it or not, his performance this week was really important! All teachers are like this, so Gu Feng naturally does not
Dare to be careless, he hurriedly performed the most standard salute, and the depth of his bend was even more than that of Zeng Weifeng.
"Wait a moment!" came a response from the room, and Gu Feng and the two of them were waiting quietly.
For a moment, white smoke rose from the top of the thatched roof. Gu Feng looked at Zeng Weifeng very strangely. The latter did not seem surprised. After a while, Gu Feng's nose smelled a burnt smell, and then...
"There is no game left, but I have good wine here!" An old man walked out of the hut in a rather embarrassed manner. The moment he opened the door, smoke billowed inside the house. Even from a distance, Gu Feng could feel the glare.
The smoke, but the old man didn't seem to be affected at all. He didn't close his eyes, and there were no tears in his eyes due to stimulation. It seemed that he was not the one who just walked out of the hut.
Gufeng took a breath and thought to himself: Could it be that he had the same hobby as his teacher, occasionally liking to cook and turning delicious food into poison?
The old man sat down on the stone bench in the garden first, and then waved his hand to indicate that Gu Feng and Zeng Weifeng should take their seats.
Looking carefully, Gufeng saw the old man's face clearly.
A pair of slender eyes reveals a depth that has gone through many vicissitudes of life. It is a look that cannot be imitated. His long hair is all white, but he does not have a long beard like Zeng Weifeng. Judging from his appearance, Yuan Lang seems to be older than Zeng Weifeng.
Still a little younger.
Yuan Lang is dressed in a simple green robe, which is simple but very decent, giving people the feeling of being a master from outside the world.
Zeng Weifeng did not dare to sit down, and Gu Feng naturally could not take the seat first, but stood beside him with his head lowered and said nothing.
"Master Yuan Lang, this is the disciple I have accepted. Will you always give me some advice?" Zeng Weifeng asked respectfully.
Yuan Lang pulled out the stopper of the big ancient yellow gourd, and a tangy aroma of wine immediately came out, and then he raised his head and looked at Gu Feng.
"The letter said that he is also a full-time Xuanling Master?" Yuan Lang's face did not change and he asked calmly.
Zeng Weifeng nodded, "Yes, his name is Gu Feng."
Without waiting for Zeng Weifeng to remind him, Gu Feng bowed and saluted again: "Greetings to Lord Yuan Lang!"
"I've seen many full-time Xuanling masters, Weifeng." Yuan Lang raised his head and looked at Zeng Weifeng, with a doubt in his eyes: "Why do you think he is qualified to be your apprentice?"