Feng Taoist, one of the four elders of Sandao Yinmen, his common name is Zhao Baodan.
Bao Dan'er's biggest wish in this life is to accept a disciple, a disciple who is more powerful than the other three elders who teach Kung Fu!
Chu Qing didn't know that Feng Taoist didn't care about the troubled times or saving the world. He only cared about one thing, and that was to accept a disciple who was more powerful than the disciples of the other three elders. There were many more powerful disciples, so that
These three guys knew that he, the Taoist, could finally surpass them.
Feng Daoren had only one mission, to observe closely to see if Chu Qing, the commander of the Qianqi Battalion who was also the son of his spiritual master nephew, was the variable that He Jizhen said.
If not, He Jizhen would go back to the mountain gate, report the matter to his father, the head of the house, and send his disciples to look for Mr. Yu to ask what happened to the hexagram and why it was inaccurate.
As for Feng Taoist, he will try his best to find the whereabouts of Tuoba Le while observing Chu Qing. If everyone breaks up in the end, he will do anything to take Tuoba Le away and bring him back to the grassland to let him
Dominate the grassland and unify Liangrong. When the Chang Dynasty is completely at the end of the road, and when Zhongzhou is in trouble, the master and the apprentice lead the Liangrong rangers to break through the Changchao Pass wall and become the lords of Zhongzhou.
Previously, He Jizhen and Feng Taoist said that they hoped Chu Qing would be a variable. If so, Feng Taoist could go to Hanmen Academy to select more than ten disciples.
Regarding this matter, Feng Taoist has mixed emotions. He hopes that Chu Qing will be a variable. In this case, he can choose many disciples. Our quality cannot beat the other three Taoists, so why can't we still win with quantity?
But Feng Taoist is a little worried about gain and loss, hoping that if Zhongzhou is in chaos, he can let his disciples make trouble.
Before dawn in the morning, Feng Taoist opened his eyes, sat cross-legged and meditated, practiced breathing and exhaling for a while, and after exhaling the turbid air in his body, he stood up, grabbed his long sword, and prepared to practice sword practice outside the house.
After opening the door, Feng Taoist suddenly heard the inaudible sound of breaking through the air, one after another.
After listening quietly and breathing heavily, Feng Daoist confirmed that someone was practicing martial arts outside the next room.
Feng Taoist's curiosity was aroused, and he quietly passed through the Moon Gate and saw a shirtless young man with a tan body practicing a spear.
The spear is like a dragon, and the body is like a dragon. Xiao Yi is covered in sweat. Although he uses the military style of opening and closing, he also has small skills, including point, stab, and pick, and his spear skills are excellent.
Feng Daoren's eyes were bright. He knew this boy. He had seen him last night in the inn. He seemed to be the son of King Wu, but there seemed to be a gap between the father and son.
Feng Taoist doesn't care about these, he is just having a itch.
"Watch the move!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a clang and the long sword was unsheathed. Feng Taoist was like a ghost, and the long sword pierced Xiao Yi's arm.
Xiao Yi, who was practicing his spear, couldn't think too much and swept out his spear. Feng Taoist sheathed his sword and stabbed again, hitting Xiao Yi's forearm.
Xiao Yi quickly put away his gun to block, but he also realized that the opponent was just trying to hit the target. Otherwise, he would not have shouted "see the move" first, and then stabbed the lower jaw and forearm.
Xiao Yi is also a martial arts student. He has never heard of the Three Hidden Sects, but he knows that this veteran is powerful. At first, he was caught off guard and hurriedly responded to the enemy. Between the moves and moves, he had already adjusted his breathing. He held the spear with both hands. He didn't move.
The gun swept out an afterimage.
"good!"
After saying the word "good", Feng Taoist put the fingers of his left hand together and placed them against the blade of the sword. He raised his sword with his right hand to block the sweeping spear.
"Old Taoist, take one shot from me!"
Xiao Yi growled lowly and held out his spear, the tip of the spear flashing with cold light.
Unexpectedly, Taoist Feng refused to dodge. He still pressed the two fingers of his left hand against the tip of the sword and raised the long sword with his right hand. The blade of the sword just blocked the spear.
Feng Taoist remained motionless, but Xiao Yi's spear did not penetrate at all. He exhausted all his strength and remained the same.
With just three moves and five moves, Xiao Yi knew that he was no match for the Feng Taoist in a life-and-death battle.
However, Feng Taoist was full of joy when he saw Hunter: "Come again."
Xiao Yi had a temperament that refused to admit defeat. He knew he was no match for him, but he didn't want to lose his prestige. He completely used the military skills, lifting the iron spear up, smashing down, and sweeping across. His momentum was astonishing.
Look at the Feng Taoist again. He only hides, blocks, blocks and dodges, just like a butterfly walking through flowers. With such a long iron spear, it cannot touch the Feng Taoist at all.
Xiao Yi became more and more angry as he fought, panting from exhaustion, and finally stopped his attack. He raised his iron gun and said with all his heart: "If I don't fight, I can't beat him."
Feng Daoren's eyes were full of strange brilliance: "Have you ever studied martial arts?"
"Practice martial arts since childhood."
"Stretch out your hand."
Xiao Yi didn't know why. Before he could speak, Feng Taoist suddenly rushed in front of him and pinched him with his fingers. Xiao Yi suddenly felt his arm numb, and his arm had been lifted up by the other person.
The Feng Taoist pinched Xiao Yi's arm like a blind man giving him a massage, with a look of surprise on his face: "What a seedling!"
Xiao Yi retracted his arm as if he was electrocuted: "What a good seedling."
"A good boy who is born to learn martial arts." Feng Taoist looked like he had found a treasure, his eyes were burning: "Have you ever practiced swordsmanship?"
"Practice."
Feng Taoist directly handed over the long sword: "It's a trick."
Xiao Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he still played with swordsmanship and simply practiced a set of ordinary swordsmanship.
Feng Taoist's eyes rolled around: "You just called yourself a general. Could it be that you are a general?"
"Border Army, Captain Fengche."
"Did your father, King Wu, arrange a job for you?"
Xiao Yi was not happy: "The border army that I went to with a changed name has nothing to do with him. He is familiar with the art of war and practiced martial arts hard, and then he was promoted to the captain of Fengche."
"He actually knows the art of war. Captain Fengche. Although he is a little older, he has excellent bones..."
Feng Taoist was a little excited and couldn't help himself. He couldn't help but asked: "Do you... want to become a disciple?"
"Apprenticeship?" Xiao Yi frowned and glanced at Taoist Feng, then picked up his clothes, turned around and left. As he left, he muttered something, and his voice sounded like "silly bird".
Feng Taoist looked at Xiao Yi's back, his eyes lit up.
In fact, when Chu Qing returned to the capital, Feng Taoist was already following him on the road, but there were too many guards, so he couldn't rob someone. Later, when he entered the capital, he originally wanted to continue following Tuoba Le, but He Jizhen showed up and said...
After searching for him in the capital for a long time, Tuoba Le's whereabouts were lost.
In short, when he was outside the capital, he took a look at Tuoba Le who was wearing a sheepskin jacket from a distance. Feng Daoren was not very satisfied because he looked like a moron and looked stupid.
Now when he looked at the energetic young man Xiao Yi, he suddenly felt that Tuoba Le seemed not too bad. Although Xiao Yi was a bit old, in his twenties, he had a good foundation.
Just as he was about to catch up and get to know him better, Feng Daoist suddenly smelled the smell of herbs.
After sniffing his nose, Feng Daoist instantly identified several of the herbs, his expression changed slightly, and his curiosity arose again.