"Senior Sword Saint, my master..."
Before Master Fei Xuan could finish her words, she fell off the horse.
"Taoist Priest Sanfeng, my father..."
Song Yuzhi also looked shaky and seemed to have been seriously injured.
Chu Feng teleported directly over, picked up the unconscious Concubine Xuan and Song Yuzhi who was still unconscious, threw them to the ground, and asked: "What happened?"
Song Yuzhi, who was extremely beautiful but scarred, sat up with support and said with a sad face: "On the way back, a group of mysterious people suddenly appeared. My father, second uncle, and brother were all kidnapped. My life and death are unknown. I have no idea. It took a lot of hard work to get here, and the same thing happened to Master Fei Xuan and her master."
Hearing this, Chu Feng felt a wave of excitement in his heart. He didn't expect someone to take advantage of the competition some time ago to reap the benefits. Who could it be.
While Chu Feng was deep in thought, Song Yuzhi and the unconscious Shifei Xuan launched a sneak attack.
Everything happened suddenly, but it was nothing to Chu Feng. With his strength, even the sneak attack by Song Que, the heavenly sword, might not be successful, let alone someone else. In an instant, Song Yuzhi flew backwards.
Ah Qing, who was on one side, knocked Shi Fei Xuan away at the same time. Compared to Chu Feng, who had more room for action, Ah Qing, who was cold to outsiders, directly shocked Shi Fei Xuan to death, and blood spilled in the air.
For a moment, the whole place was in an uproar. The descendants of Cihang Jingzhai and the princess of the Song Dynasty unexpectedly attacked the leader and elders of the Wuyue Sword Sect regardless of life or death. What on earth happened? There were some disciples in the crowd who were good at disguise. Walking up to Song Yuzhi, who was seriously injured and unconscious, and Shi Feixuan, who was dead, he used some tricks on their faces to restore two unfamiliar old faces.
"Disguise"
"It turns out it's a lie. I'm telling you. Master Feixuan and Song Yuzhi would only sneak attack on the world's best master and the world's second master unless they were crazy."
"There must be a shocking conspiracy in this."
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Chu Feng and Ah Qing looked at each other with calm expressions. At their level of cultivation, they didn't care about conspiracies and tricks.
"Master, the assassin is dead. The real master must be coming soon."
Ah Qing said calmly, as if he was talking about something insignificant.
With a thought in his mind, Chu Feng took a few steps forward and said to the disciples in the square: "There may be a big battle later. You guys will go to the secret place in the back mountain to take shelter for the time being. You are not allowed to come out without my order."
"Follow the orders of the elders"
"Follow the orders of the elders"
"Follow the orders of the elders"
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Thousands of disciples, after obeying the order, retreated towards the back mountain like a tide. The fight the elders mentioned was not something people of their level could participate in.
Chu Feng and Ah Qing waited in front of the main hall for a while, but no one came, so they simply returned to the Wuji Hall and played chess in the Nuan Pavilion on one side.
"Ah Qing, Pindao will leave after the battle."
Chu Feng, who had returned to his true form and emerged from the dust in a dashing way, said something casually.
Ah Qing, who was originally indifferent, froze up, and the sunspot in his hand was crushed to pieces on the spot. The atmosphere in Nuan Pavilion became very strange. After a long time, Ah Qing raised his head with hope in his eyes.
"Master, can you take me away?"
After hearing this, Chu Feng tapped the table with his hand, making a rhythmic sound. After a while, he said, "Okay, but you have to finish preaching first."
Ah Qing's black eyes were as bright as stars, blooming with a strange brilliance. For her, it was good to have hope. After a while, she pushed the chessboard aside, found pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and spread it out.
"Master, stop playing chess and continue teaching me how to write. You don't want me, a sword master, to be found to have ugly handwriting when I'm preaching, right?"
Chu Feng smiled slightly, stood up and walked behind Ah Qing. He put one hand around Ah Qing's slender waist and the other hand held Ah Qing's white little hand, and taught him step by step. In the past three months, this kind of thing has happened many times. I don't know why, but Ah Qing, who has always been talented and intelligent, is very slow when it comes to reading and writing. He can't always write well, and he also forgets when he learns to read.
"Master, every time I passed by a private school when I was a child, I always wanted to go in and see what the children of officials and merchants were learning. Now I know how painful it is to read and write."
Ah Qing lowered his head and spoke softly while writing. He was completely different from the cold swordsman seen by outsiders.
"Aqing, don't use too much force, be steady, just like when you practice swordsmanship!"
Chu Feng was filled with helplessness. God, it's funny how a person has outstanding talent in martial arts, but on the other hand, she acts like an idiot. The written words are either crooked or have thick and thin lines, which look very weird.
"Master, my hands don't obey me again!"
Ah Qing's pen moved quickly and he wrote another extremely ugly character.
Chu Feng let go of Ah Qing's hand and took a step back. If he had taught the illiterate Ah Qing how to read first, he would have never chosen this apprentice. He would have been too stupid.
"Master, I have written the word "Yong"
Ah Qing said suddenly, with joy in his voice.
Chu Feng heard the words and leaned forward, and found that Ah Qing had actually written a decent Yong character. He was so happy that he continued to teach Ah Qing how to write. At noon, Ah Qing had written more than a dozen legible characters. It can be described as a breakthrough progress.
At this time, two delicate maids came in with food. Seeing the scene in the room, they seemed accustomed to it. They placed the food and left.
Because of habit, Chu Feng said nothing and buried his head in eating.
Ah Qing had a small appetite, took a few bites, put down his chopsticks, and looked at Chu Feng quietly.
Suddenly, three beings with powerful auras appeared in the square outside the hall. Chu Feng felt it, and A Qing also felt it.
"Master, please come as soon as you go."
Ah Qing stood up and walked out. After walking a few steps, he turned back, picked up the silk scarf on the table, and gently wiped away the oil stains from the corners of Chu Feng's mouth.
"Master, look at you, your mouth is full of food, wait for me to come back."
Ah Qing put down the silk scarf, turned around and walked out. Juanxiu's beautiful face became as cold as ice, and her whole body exuded a cold aura.
Chu Feng looked at the silk scarf placed on the table and smiled bitterly. This good disciple thought of himself as an old man.
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Outside Wuji Hall, in the hunting wind, Ah Qing stood holding a sword, looking down at the three figures on the square with a cold expression.
"Who are you?"
There was a man standing in the middle, with a goose crown and a broad belt, a brocade robe wrapped around his body, and five long white beards on his chest fluttering in the wind. He looked to be no less than a hundred years old. He said with a smile: "I heard that a thousand-year-old man came out of Jiangnan. I met a martial arts prodigy, so I brought two friends to have a look."
The person standing on the left has jet-black hair tied back into a bun. His handsome and ancient face is as flawless as if it were made of bronze. His eagle eyes exude a soul-stirring coldness.
"Defeating the Grand Master Heavenly Sword Song Que at the tender age of sixteen, even Xiang Yutian could not do it back then."
