Western Region, Baituo Mountain.
On the Baituo Mountain, where the snow never melts all year round, there is an endless row of buildings on the top of the rugged mountain road. This easy-to-defend but difficult-to-attack place is Ouyang Feng's base camp, Baituo Villa.
In the back row of the villa, in a quiet and hidden martial arts arena close to the edge of the cliff, a middle-aged strong man with half-black and half-white hair stood in the center of the arena. Snowflakes seemed to appear out of thin air, falling in the air in a flourishing manner.
Pieces of snowflakes eroded the strong man's hair, turning the few black spots on his head into white. The bluestone tiles that should have been covered in the martial arts arena were also covered with a thick layer of snow, making it impossible to guess what they were. appearance.
Green pines, stone piers, and weapon racks are all rendered in white. This is a world of snow. Different from the sunny sky at the foot of the mountain, this place seems to be isolated from the world. There are no disputes, no battles, and only the music that keeps pouring into the ears. Whining wind.
Sizzle.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but the snowflakes on the strong man's head are gradually melting at this moment, and a stream of green smoke keeps coming out from the top of his head. The wet hair instantly turns dry, and the long hair is disheveled. The man has a half-cheeked face, looking at Extremely rude.
His eyes were deep, his nose was straight, and his straight figure was unusually tall. But at this moment, the man's cheeks were slightly twitching, his palms were instantly covered with veins, and his arms seemed to have grown in size.
As the man slowly exhaled a breath of white air, he pushed forward with his right palm, and an invisible wave of air cut through the flying snow.
boom! ! ! !
A stone pier three feet away that two people hugged exploded immediately, and the rubble fell to pieces and bounced to the ground.
Duh duh duh duh.
After a while, the sound of footsteps in the snow came from behind the man. A handsome young man in white came quickly and walked into the martial arts field. He first glanced at the large stone pier that was broken into gravel, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes. A hint of surprise.
Then he calmed down his mind and lowered his center of gravity so that the sound of footsteps would not be so alarming. He quietly came behind the man and said respectfully: "Congratulations, Grand Master, your magical skills have taken another step forward."
Hearing this, the man's face was uncertain. His sharp eyes like an eagle scanned the green pine trees in front of him, and he snorted coldly: "There is a sound of landing, and your heart is restless. If you don't stay in the practice room and practice well, why do you come to my place?"
Although the man did not criticize him harshly, the young man was very frightened when he heard the voice. He heard that the man was accusing him of his low attainments in Qing Gong, so he wiped away the non-existent sweat stains with some shame, and said with a blush: "Grand Master , I’m sorry to disappoint you.”
The man is Xidu Ouyang Feng. These days, he has been staying at the White Camel Villa to recharge his batteries. He is supplemented with countless precious medicines every day, which makes his complexion look younger and younger, with a tendency to rejuvenate.
Just looking at his back, you really can't tell that this man is actually in his seventies or eighties. His tall and strong body means that he is a mature man, which most people would not doubt. The skin on his face is tight and rosy, and his energy and blood are as full as a ferocious beast. beast.
Yang Guo was like a small candle and a big fire beside him, the light couldn't be compared to his.
"Hmph! You still want to chase that man. With your current progress, it is still unclear whether you will be qualified to fight in the next ten years."
Stepping forward, Ouyang Feng came to the foot of three green pines. With a flick of his sleeves and robe, the snow on the stone table and bench was immediately blown away by the strong wind and swept away, revealing their original appearance.
Stepping forward and sitting on the stone bench, Ouyang Feng took out a small porcelain pot, unscrewed the cap and took a sip. He didn't know what it was, but he only saw a mouthful of unknown liquid in his stomach. Ouyang Feng was determined to lose weight. A blush immediately appeared on his face.
Seeing Ouyang Feng put the porcelain pot close to his body, Yang Guo followed closely behind him. He knew that this was a medicinal wine that Ouyang Feng ordered many miraculous doctors to refine using thirty-six kinds of precious medicinal materials. It was a great tonic. It has countless benefits for those who practice martial arts. Ouyang Feng takes a sip of it every day.
Standing firmly behind Ouyang Feng, Yang Guo showed a wry smile: "Guo'er knows the gap between himself and Dong Zhang, but Guo'er is still young and will definitely catch up with him in his lifetime, and he will not disappoint Grand Master."
"Ah"
Hearing this, Ouyang Feng gave a sneer. He looked sideways at Yang Guo, who was waiting slightly behind him, and said, "Are you here just to talk nonsense to me?"
"Well"
After regaining his composure, Yang Guo looked at Ouyang Feng's profile, which was as sharp as a knife, and said in a deep voice, "Grand Master, something big has happened in the Central Plains martial arts world."
"explain."
"Brother Dongzhang is facing off against Northern Beggar Hong Qigong and Southern Emperor Yideng."
"Um?"
Yang Guo found that when he finished saying these words, a terrifying momentum suddenly erupted in front of him, causing all the snowflakes that had fallen in the air to swing out, and none of them could get in. An unparalleled wave of energy reached Ouyang Feng. The body is rising and rising steadily.
“No matter how big or small the matter is, Xiangming’s way will come.”
He swallowed nervously, and under the pressure of Ouyang Feng's momentum, a drop of cold sweat finally fell from Yang Guo's forehead. This was the fear of a subordinate facing a superior.
"It's the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. The three of them will have a decisive battle on the top of Mount Huashan."
After listening to Yang Guo's narration, Ouyang Feng remained silent for a long time, unconsciously tapping his knuckles on the stone table, making a clanking sound. Seeing that he was deep in thought, Yang Guo behind him did not dare to breathe, quietly waiting for a response.
"Hahahahaha, it seems like something that boy would do. He broke into the old beggar's main forum alone and fought with Hong Qi and Yideng. Hahahaha, you are worthy of being my student."
Nowadays, Ouyang Feng no longer resists Dong Zhang, a cheap student, but directly admits it personally. Even in front of outsiders, he bluntly admits that Dong Zhang is his student.
And he was vaguely proud of Dongzhang, because he found that Dongzhang was so similar to him, as he was when he was young.
This kind of sympathy has nothing to do with age, it's the appreciation of a similar person. That man is decisive, decisive, and ruthless. Ouyang Feng can say that the more he comes into contact with him, the more he appreciates him.
Although mostly as an opponent, this does not prevent him from liking Dong Zhang. He also tried to win Dong Zhang to work for him, but was rejected on the spot without any surprise, but the love in his heart became stronger and stronger.
No less cautious than Yang Guo in his words and deeds, Dongzhang lived up to his reputation as a Western poisoner in front of him. He said whatever he wanted and went straight to the point. Speaking as an equal, this was the most comfortable thing for Ouyang Feng.
After living for most of his life, what kind of flattering person has he not seen? Didn't Yang Kang, the former King of Jin, also treat him with respect?
What's the use? This kind of behavior makes him look down upon even more, and it's even more disrespectful.
It is true that Yang Guo's qualifications are very high, but he has not experienced the training of the world. His mind is still that of a child, and he has not completely escaped the shackles of the world. Such a junior should be deeply loved by Hong Qigong and Yideng, but Ouyang Feng, but not very fond of children who follow a step-by-step approach.
This is what Ouyang Feng appreciates in his younger generation, because he doesn't have much time left, and he doesn't have the time to spend more than ten or twenty years waiting for a genius to rise.
To say that he is moody is nothing more than feeling that his time is running out, so he has no patience.
"Haoer."
"Guo'er is here."
"Collect all the troops and come down the mountain."
"But going to the Central Plains?"
Yang Guo was not stupid, he was even very smart. He knew what Ouyang Feng meant when he heard the words.
"Well, two against one, hehehehe, it's time to put an end to the top of Huashan Mountain. Dongzhang, as a teacher, I will give you a big gift."
Ouyang Feng stood up and walked towards the inner hall, Ouyang Feng's thin face was full of sternness (End of Chapter)
