The wind blows, carrying the freshness after the rain.
Duguzhe's words drifted into the distance with the wind, without receiving a single response.
Feng Qi thought, didn’t you already know the answer to the question?
Dugu Ling'er thought to herself, who else besides the pig could ask such a question?
Both sides felt a little embarrassed, except Duguzhe.
He looked at Dugu Ling'er and then at Feng Qi, his expression extremely ugly.
Feng Qi glanced at him sideways, coughed twice, and said, "Elder Murong's body is still cold. Why don't you, Prince, go take a look?"
Only then did Dugu Zhe remember that Murong Chengzhang's death had something to do with him. He hurried to the Murong family's residence in Jizhou. After taking only two steps, he turned around and led Dugu Ling'er away.
When passing by Fengqi, Dugu Ling'er made a face at him.
Just like before.
He looked at Dugu Ling'er quietly, with a soft smile on his face.
Big difference.
Dugu Ling'er was startled for a moment when she saw the smile on his face, and then turned her head hastily, not daring to look any further.
The red dress disappeared around the corner.
Xue Wuhen's teasing laughter rang in Fengqi's ears, "I thought you had this intention for this little girl at the beginning. You have been so angry for so many years and you can't help it anymore?"
Feng Qi was not surprised at all that his supposedly illusory master would suddenly appear here, but even if he didn't meet the prince, his trip south would be like a dragon in a tiger's den. With his master's love for talents, he would not trust him alone.
But he shouldn't have sent the message.
Unless it's something that has never happened, it will eventually come to light.
He clearly has the sword command on his body, so even if he is thousands of miles away, the master can come to him in an instant, so why should he follow him all the time?
"I understand your doubts, and I probably know what you and the boy from Duguchao are planning, but I'm not following you all the time." Xue Wuhen's voice was rare and serious, "Jianji secret order, let Wuhen Peak, The masters of the three peaks of Qianren Peak and Zhuyue Peak are heading to Yanbei, and I stopped by to see you."
The masters of the three major peaks come to Yanbei together?
Feng Qi's eyes dimmed slightly.
I don't know since when, war has not depended on strategy, formation, number of soldiers, or the quality of the army.
The real battle only depends on which side is stronger.
Therefore, the demon lord was able to push into the hinterland of the divine dynasty with overwhelming force, but he fell short and was defeated thousands of miles away.
Therefore, the demon clan clearly had an entangled power in the divine dynasty and was inexhaustible, but they all disappeared after Dugu Feiyun went south to Wolong Island, leaving only the Weishui River.
The top warriors of the Xueyun Sect went north, proving that the barbarian attack on the pass was not an easy problem to solve, at least not with Yanbei's military strength alone.
Thousands of miles away, Feng Qi seemed to have seen the corpses and the river of blood at the Shiba Pass in Yanbei. There were his relatives and friends, and there were the people and land he should protect.
He didn't understand Xue Wuhen's purpose of coming here specially.
Not to mention that this is just the warm-up stage of the war, even if the war does start, the three barbarian armies have gathered at Yufeng Pass. The barbarian Great Ming Gong, Ming Gong and the priests of the major tribes have already set up formations. Hundreds of thousands of barbarian The warrior is sharpening his sword and is about to attack the city, but he cannot return to Yanbei.
Therefore, Xue Wuhen must not have come here specifically to inform this matter.
Why?
While he was thinking, someone came into his sight.
His appearance was extremely sudden, because Feng Qi clearly saw that no one was there just now.
But Fengqi didn't feel any discomfort, as if that person should be there.
The person who came had sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and his angular face was plain and smooth. He was wearing a very clean sword robe and a silver crown on his head. A small sword was stuck straight on it, and his hair crown was carefully styled.
Judging from his clothes, Feng Qi could only identify that this person was probably a disciple of Xueyun Sect.
But judging from this spotless style, the person coming should be a disciple of the Wuhen Sect.
But among Xueyun's disciples...how many are worthy of Master's own leadership and why they come here specifically to inform them?
I think it's a sword from various peaks.
Only one person came.
There was a vague sense of sword intent on the person who came.
Thinking of this, he clasped his fists and bowed respectfully, "See you, senior brother."
The visitor turned his body slightly and did not accept the gift.
Feng Qi blinked and straightened up, "Could it be that I mistakenly recognized your identity?"
The visitor said: "I am indeed Mou Linhan."
Feng Qi said: "Then why doesn't Senior Brother accept my gift?"
Mou Linhan said: "You are a swordsman, and no one on Wuhen Peak except Master is qualified to accept your gift."
After a pause, he continued: "In the entire Xueyun Sect, there are not many people who can accept your gift."
The wind blows slightly.
Xue Wuhen's snickering came from beside him, and Xue Wuhen only left a sentence: "You brothers are so familiar with each other, I will rush to the north first." He stopped talking, thinking that when he said this sentence When talking, people don’t know where they are.
Feng Qi was silent for a while and asked: "Senior brother's current state?"
Mou Linhan said: "Understand the ideal state of mind."
Feng Qi was silent again. After a while, he continued to ask: "Dare you ask me your senior brother's age?"
Mou Linhan thought for a while this time and finally gave an uncertain answer, "Maybe... twenty-one years old?"
Feng Qi was slightly startled.
There is no one in ancient times who has more talent in cultivating than the old emperor. The old emperor reached the state of understanding at the age of nineteen. He watched the tide and broke through in the evening. Since then, he has set a record for the fastest brilliance in history.
To be able to reach the state of understanding at the age of twenty-one, Mou Linhan is undoubtedly a genius. Even in the entire Xueyun Sect, there are few peers who can surpass him.
If the three great Buddhist disciples mentioned by the old Zen monk are true, there may be a chance to give it a try.
"Junior brother, since you have decided to enter another world, don't look at the problem from the original perspective."
Only then did Feng Qi remember that at the Fengsha Festival, Demon Suppression Daozi Mingcheng subdued the third elder with one move.
Breathing under the same sky, the strength of ascetics is indeed much stronger than that of ordinary people. Except for the royal family, the so-called aristocratic families are just a joke in the eyes of ascetics.
So the question is, how many such geniuses are there in the world of ascetics? Stars or river sand?
"You don't have to belittle yourself. Master said that with your talent, you will come out on top sooner or later."
Feng Qi was slightly startled, thinking that this ability to predict the unknown seemed a bit familiar.
Two minds of Zen, one point connected?
"Yes, I heard from Master that you can understand a little bit, so I specially climbed Songshan Mountain to ask for the Dharma from Zen Buddhism."
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