Jinghu Lake is between two mountains, with Qingqiu on the left and Cangyan on the right.
Qingqiu has a flat terrain, green grass, and blooming flowers, echoing the scenery of Jinghu Lake. Anyone who visits Jinghu Lake will take a cruise to Qingqiu.
Cangyan has steep mountains and jagged rocks. It is not only difficult for people to walk in the mountains, but may even put their lives in danger, so there are few people there.
At this time, a figure had reached the halfway point of Cangyan Mountain. He was about to go up when he suddenly stopped again. Although his expression remained calm, his eyes showed warning.
Feng Ke leaned against the rock wall, clasped his hands, bowed slightly, and stared at a boulder above.
At this time, a burst of heroic laughter sounded from behind the boulder: "I didn't expect your ears to be so good. You could tell there was someone behind the boulder even if I didn't move."
Even though he heard that this person had no intention of harming him, Feng Ke still did not let down his guard.
"Who are you?"
The person behind the boulder smiled and said, "You made an appointment with me, don't you know who I am?"
Feng Ke's face changed slightly and he said slowly: "In that case, why don't you show up and see me?"
"Because I'm not sure yet that you are the teacher's close disciple Feng Ke."
Feng Ke slowly straightened up, and his clenched fists gradually relaxed.
"Since you received my letter, you should know that it was me who made the appointment with you."
The man was noncommittal: "Although the signature on the letter is Feng Ke, anyone can write these two words. And even if this letter is really written by Feng Ke, it does not mean that you are Feng Ke."
Feng Ke actually nodded: "What you said makes sense."
The man said proudly: "I always convince people with reason."
Feng Ke suddenly asked: "Then how can you prove that you are the person I am looking for?"
"I'm not the person you're looking for. Your appointment is too urgent. The deacon doesn't have time to see you today."
"Who are you?"
"You have proven that you are Feng Ke, I will naturally tell you who I am?"
Feng Ke thought for a while and asked, "How do you want me to prove it?"
Before he finished speaking, a figure flashed out from behind the boulder, raised his right hand, and two cold rays of light shot straight into Feng Ke's face as fast as the wind.
Feng Ke flicked his hands, and two stones rushed forward as fast as lightning. After two soft sounds, the stones were smashed into pieces, and the two cold lights were also knocked away and disappeared under the sun.
But before Feng Ke could take a breath, a long sword flew down and stabbed his throat with fierce killing intent.
Feng Ke sighed secretly, and a dagger slipped silently from his sleeve. Then he tapped his wrist lightly, and when the long sword was three minutes away from his throat, the dagger hit the back of the long sword impartially.
A strange force was transmitted from the sword to the hand holding the sword, almost causing him to lose the sword. The hand had to swing the sword horizontally to dispel the force, and at the same time move the body around in the air.
After the man landed, his thin face showed an expression of surprise. At this time, Feng Kejian had already put his sleeves into his sleeves and stood tall, looking at him with a smile.
"It turns out to be Senior Brother Yang Wenshu."
"you know me?"
Yang Wenshu's expression became surprised and happy. She was surprised that Feng Ke knew him, and she was happy that Feng Ke actually knew him.
Feng Ke said: "Although I have never met Senior Brother Yang, the sword-taking river and mountain move is so powerful only when used by Senior Brother Yang."
Hearing that Feng Ke was so good at talking, Yang Wenshu immediately fell in love with him and was overjoyed.
"Junior Brother Feng's Hidden Sword also opened my eyes to Senior Brother."
"So, Senior Brother Yang no longer suspects that I am a fake."
Yang Wenshu laughed and said: "There is no one else in the world who has such swordsmanship even before the weak crown. You are naturally my Junior Brother Feng."
After that, he sheathed his long sword, walked up to Feng Ke, looked at it, and sighed: "Junior brother Feng is indeed a martial arts wizard. No wonder the teacher will accept you as a closed disciple."
Although Yang Wenshu knew Feng Kecai, he himself was a knowledgeable person, and Feng Ke was the teacher's close disciple. Moreover, although the two of them had only fought two moves just now, he admired Feng Ke's swordsmanship, so he seemed very enthusiasm.
However, Feng Ke's mind was elsewhere, so he asked: "Senior Brother Yang seemed to be merciless when he drew his sword just now, intending to stab me under the sword?"
Yang Wenshu did not deny it at all: "If Junior Brother Feng had not been able to catch the sword just now, he would indeed have died by my sword."
Yang Wenshu explained: "If you are really Junior Brother Feng, you will definitely be able to break this sword. If you are a fake, then you should die."
Having said this, he looked at Feng Ke seriously: "The reason why I want to use such an extreme method is because from now on, we must not make any mistakes."
Feng Ke nodded slowly and continued to ask: "Why does Senior Brother Yang appear here?"
Yang Wenshu looked directly at him: "I also want to ask you, why are you so eager to contact the deacon? You should know that if there are no special changes, there should be no contact with each other before the plan is implemented."
"Of course I have my own reasons for wanting to contact the deacon."
"Is it because of Su Shi?"
Feng Ke was shocked, and his originally indifferent expression changed slightly: "Does the deacon actually know?"
Yang Wenshu nodded: "The deacon also thinks that Su Shi is a variable, but for some unknown reason, the teacher attaches great importance to Su Shi, so the deacon thinks it is best to wait and see what happens."
Feng Ke frowned slightly and said worriedly: "Just wait and see what happens? Su Shi now has the support of the emperor. If he is allowed to become powerful, he will probably be more difficult to deal with than others."
Yang Wenshu smiled: "You don't have to worry about this, junior brother. The deacon thinks that dealing with Su Shi doesn't require much effort."
"So, the deacon already has a countermeasure?"
"That's right." Yang Wenshu said with a smile: "The deacon said to give Su Shi a month to see what tricks he can play in this month. If Su Shi really becomes uncontrollable, someone will naturally take action to deal with him."
Hearing this, Feng Ke's brows relaxed slightly, and his worry gradually disappeared: "So, I'm worrying too much."
Yang Wenshu patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Junior brother, don't worry, the teacher's plan is perfect and no one can stop it."
If Yang Wenshu hadn't said this, Feng Ke might not have cared, but when he heard this, he felt uneasy in his heart.
But Yang Wenshu didn't notice his expression, and asked with some confusion: "Why does the teacher care so much about Su Shi?"
"I don't know." Feng Ke fell into deep thought: "I remember that on the seventh day of last month, someone approached the teacher. From that day on, the teacher was extremely interested in Su Shi and even met him in person."
"Who saw the teacher that day?"
"have no idea."
Yang Wenshu's eyes lit up: "Could it be the deacon?"
Feng Ke suddenly asked: "Have you seen the deacon?"
"No. The deacon and I have communicated through special channels, but I have never met him, and I believe that only a few people have met him."
