Volume 1, Yanyun Chaos, Chapter 20, The Past Years (1)
A young man who doesn't even fully understand life has to face problems related to life and death day and night. This is a very sad thing for anyone to see.
But Feng Qi didn't feel sad. He valued his brother's life more than anyone else, otherwise he wouldn't have attacked Silver Moon Wolf King's cub.
Just because we take it seriously, we think more about it.
Even if you are as stupid as a pig, if you think about one thing for ten years, you will come to many conclusions, let alone him.
Taixuan Mountain was the most reliable road he chose out of hundreds of roads. He was very sure that there would be no accidents if he walked on this road.
Since there will be no accidents, there is no need to make other choices. It sounds confusing, so let’s put it another way.
Medicine Valley is good, but it is only good.
What he wanted was never to enjoy an ordinary life.
Since you can live five hundred more years, why not?
Xue Wuji suddenly let out a light sigh.
Feng Qi asked: "Master, what's wrong?"
Xue Wuji looked back at him and pointed somewhere down, "You really guessed it right. Taixuan Mountain did send someone here, and their status is not low."
Feng Qi looked along his fingers and found that he couldn't see anything but the attic. He simply stopped trying and asked instead: "How does it compare with your status in Xueyun Sect?"
Xue Wuji looked at Feng Qi like he was an idiot, "Do you think the five great abyss masters of Taixuan Mountain are idle?"
Feng Qi said angrily: "Apart from them, who else is worthy of being a master? You have to say that your status is not low?"
Xue Wuji said: "This person's identity in Taixuan Mountain is like the sword of Xueyun Sect, what do you think?"
The reputation of Jianzi is second only to the Peak Master in Xueyun, even inferior to the elders.
Except for the generation of the founder of the sect, Xueyun's previous peak masters were originally swordsmen from earlier periods.
But this is inconsistent with both emotion and reason. Since Daozi is equal to Jianzi, apart from extraordinary talent, diligence is inevitable. Why does it appear here?
Feng Qi asked, "Shouldn't Daozi be in seclusion to prepare for the Taoist Conference ten years later? Why are you here?"
Xue Wuji said: "He is not my Wuhen Peak swordsman, how do I know?"
Feng Qi thought that he was the swordsman, but the master may not know everything.
Xue Wuji said lightly: "If it weren't for me, do you really think they could somehow protect you from the Daming Palace?"
Anyone who can join the Yanbei Army is not weak. Anyone who can hold an official position has his own strengths, let alone inexplicable ones?
But they are not weak. Are the barbarians who have been at tit-for-tat with the Yanbei Army for nearly two hundred years just a pile of trash?
The Daming Palace has produced numerous talents over the years. If they really want to take action, it will be something that the entire Yanbei needs to be prepared for, not to mention that the opponents are only three cultivators of the Huihui Realm?
The one who can make the Daming Palace return without success must at least be a great creature of the Void Dao, and it cannot be the kind that has just entered the Void Dao and has not completely stabilized its state.
With such strength and willingness to condescend to come to the world, Feng Qi doesn't have to waste much time to find the target.
So what he was actually talking about was another thing.
But since Xue Wuji didn't notice it, there was no need to emphasize it. He had no intention of hiding it anyway, and it wouldn't be too late to ask when the time came.
"You actually won the bet, are you really not afraid of any accidents?" Xue Wuji suddenly asked.
Feng Qi knew what the master should have heard, but it was not important, so he did not need to ask. He just replied: "The risk is small and the profit is huge, why not gamble?"
Xue Wuji frowned and said, "This is related to your brother's life."
There is nothing trivial between life and death. Feng Qi should not dare to take any risks, just like Feng Muyun.
When Xue Wuji wants to choose a sword for Wuhen Peak, talent is of course important, but character is also indispensable. If one only considers talent and ignores other things, Wuhen Peak will not be unable to find a genius who is almost as talented as Feng Qi.
Ascetics need an indifferent mind, but indifference and unrighteousness are two different things.
"But this is Yang'er's own decision." Feng Qi smiled, "As an elder, you can't deprive your younger brother of his right to choose."
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Feng Yang sat cross-legged on the martial arts stage. The toxins left by Liangshenghua in his body had basically disappeared, but the numbness caused by the toxins still needed time to relieve.
According to regulations, he had half an hour's rest time after each martial arts performance, but he fought twice in a row, so neither the chief nor the elders said much.
"If we just talk about the strength of Qi and blood, there are probably very few people in the Tempering Body who can compare with you."
Feng Yang opened his eyes, and what he saw was a young man wearing a blue Taoist robe, with a wooden hairpin on his head. The sword box on his back was almost as wide as his torso, and the sword hilt extended a long way from the back of his head.
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The most famous thing about Taixuan Mountain is not the Taoist Saint, one of the two supremes, nor the abyss that are full of darkness at first glance, but that the disciples of Taixuan Mountain always carry swords that are taller and wider than humans on their backs.
box.
In those years when the relationship between Xueyun Sect and Taixuan Mountain was at its worst, Xueyun disciples would jokingly call the Taixuan Mountain sword box a coffin board.
Most of the people present recognized the young man's origin, but did not understand his purpose.
Taixuan Mountain is not far from Yanbei in the eyes of cultivators, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is only a few months away. In the wind and sand festivals in the past years, people from Taixuan Mountain have not been seen. Why do they appear here this time?
this?
"This is the first time we meet, I am Zhen Mo Yuan Dao Zi Mingyuan." The young man said straight to the point: "I happen to know a little about this Dao in Taixuan Mountain. I wonder if the second master would like to follow me to the mountain to talk about it?"
It has to be said that Mingyuan is really not good at this kind of thing. His tone of voice is flat, his content goes straight to the topic, and he doesn't understand euphemism at all.
But Feng Yang likes this way of speaking very much. It is easy to say but difficult to do.
Because in a certain sense, it can be considered sincere.
Before he could speak, there was suddenly an additional person on the martial arts stage.
The third elder of the Feng family.
"The divine dynasty has explicitly ordered the cultivator sect not to recruit children from aristocratic families. Could it be that Taixuan Mountain wants to break the rules?" He stared at Mingyuan with a fierce look.
Mingyuan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
Feng Yang said: "Taoist Master Mingyuan just wants to invite me to visit Taixuan Mountain."
The third elder warned: "It won't work even if you look at it. You are the second son of Yanbei and you are too involved with the sect. It is not a good thing for the Feng family."
Feng Yang looked at Feng Muyun.
Feng Muyun had a gloomy face, but did not rebuke the third elder.
If the law is like this, how reasonable is it?
Mingyuan suddenly said: "It seems you have misunderstood something."
The third elder asked: "What's the matter?"
Mingyuan said seriously: "I'm not asking for your opinion."
The third elder was slightly startled.
He suddenly felt a slight pain in his neck. He stumbled and fell to the ground. His eyes were full of horror. As an ambitious person, his strength was far from the initial level that he usually showed. It can be said that the entire Feng family except Feng
Apart from Mu Yun, it is difficult for him to have an opponent. He can knock him down with just one finger without making a sound. How strong must this young man be?
There were bursts of exclamations in the stands.
The young man was instantly surrounded by four people.
The spear is at the back, and the Grand Master's chair and the Eternal Life Sword are on the left and right.
Feng Muyun stood in front of him and asked in a deep voice: "Does Taixuan Mountain want to declare war on Yanbei?"
In terms of the strength of Taixuan Mountain, it is enough to turn over and overthrow the major forces in Yanbei, including Shenwei Castle, for several times. However, Yanbei is not just Yanbei, it is also the most important northern Great Wall of the Shen Dynasty.
Even if there were two powerful beings in Taixuan Mountain, they would not dare to face the Shang Dynasty head-on.
Mingyuan saluted Feng Muyun, then looked at Feng Yang, "Are you willing to go with me?"
Feng Yang thought for a while, "In a hurry?"
Mingyuan said: "Not really, but if the target is you, we'd better hurry up."
Feng Yang said: "Tomorrow?"
Mingyuan shook his head, "I have seen the crown prince, I have seen the young man named Yan, and now I have seen you again. The purpose of the Fengsha Festival has been achieved, and there is no need to stay any longer."
Feng Yang thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go with you."
He turned his head to look at Feng Muyun and said, "Father, shall I leave then?"
Feng Muyun nodded.
Feng Yang turned to look at the fourth prince and said: "I followed the people from Taixuan Mountain in public. How are you going to explain to the fourth prince?"
Feng Muyun raised his eyebrows, "Are you still worried about this?"
Feng Yang chuckled and said, "I'm not worried at all. It's just that it's been years since I left. I wanted to spend a few more words with my father before I left."
Feng Muyun's heart warmed slightly, and he pretended to be cold and reprimanded, "My man has ambitions in all directions. Due to physical reasons, you have not been allowed to go to the battlefield in these years. This time, I will go to Taixuan Mountain to heal your body as much as possible, and then come back to help me."
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Feng Yang said: "I'm afraid I won't be able to help my father in the past few years. My father must be careful."
Feng Muyun glanced at the third elder lying on the ground, chuckled lightly, and said nothing.
Feng Yang looked around and didn't see Feng Qi, feeling a little regretful.
"Let's go?" he said softly.
Mingyuan pointed his fingers together into a sword and raised them slightly upward.
The sword case separated, bringing up a gust of wind. Feng Yang shielded his eyes with his hands.
When the strong wind subsided, there was a thick sword seven inches above the ground.
He is on the sword, and Mingyuan is in front of him.
"Hold on tight." Mingyuan reminded him.
Feng Yang subconsciously reached out and grabbed Mingyuan's robe.