"Ouch! Ah, ah, ah, dad, please stop spanking, your butt is going to hurt so much!"
In the quiet and peaceful afternoon, untimely screams passed through the door and fell on the street outside.
Several people passing by showed sympathy in their eyes, and then walked away quickly. The voice belonged to the young Marquis. The young Marquis was unwilling to learn martial arts to the point where he deserved a beating. No wonder the Marquis was so cruel.
It would be great if the eldest young master was the Marquis's biological son, but they could only think about it in their hearts and never dare to say it out loud.
The situation in the courtyard was just as they imagined. The burly man held a cane in his hand and mercilessly hit the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy lying on the bench. He slapped the boy and shouted.
Whoever the whip hits will know the pain. Lu Feng has gone from crying at the beginning to just shouting now.
No one knows how he got here during this period, and his father is also going crazy. It’s okay if he didn’t learn before!
"snort!"
Seeing that blood was oozing from his son's body, Lu Qingfeng snorted coldly before putting down the cane whip.
Wu Fu's aura was clearly displayed on him. If the two of them were not so similar in appearance, no one would have thought that they were father and son.
"Yesterday I went to General Yuan's mansion to find someone to teach you, but what happened? You went to fight with crickets for me?! How old are you? Can't you learn from your elder brother?"
"Your eldest brother practices martial arts every day and is now among the geniuses in the city. Look at you, I, Lu Qingfeng, am also a first-grade marquis and have extraordinary martial arts. How come I have a son like you?!"
Lu Qingtian was not far from Lu Feng, and the spit flew directly to Lu Feng's face.
Forehead.
As a son, Lu Feng could only silently wipe it off with his hand and accept his father's accusation.
Isn’t that cricket fun?
Besides, it's not the first time that I've skipped school, so I won't be beaten every time I come back now, right?
"Dad, I really know I was wrong."
Lu Feng looked seriously.
"You know you're wrong? Ha, it would be nice if you don't continue to cause trouble for me!"
Lu Qingtian didn't believe what Lu Feng said. If he could really change, he wouldn't still be like this now.
With a flick of his sleeves, the servant waiting next to him immediately stepped forward skillfully to dress Lu Qingfeng. At the same time, he glanced at the young master sympathetically.
Why bother with Mr. Hou?
It was almost time to go to court, which was why Lu Feng was able to escape from the sea of suffering.
Watching his father walk away, the people in the yard also followed him out, fearing that they would make the young master unhappy by staying here.
Seeing that everyone was gone, Lu Feng rolled over from the bench and fell to the ground. He frowned when the whip marks on his body touched the ground, but he quickly let go and then lay still.
He curled his lips, opened his hands and closed them again.
Surprisingly, when Lu Feng closed his hands, a rich white light suddenly flashed, and the vitality contained in it made people feel extremely warm.
hey-hey.
"Dad, I am a young man who is cultivating immortality. My martial arts training is wasted!"
Lu Feng didn't know why he was reborn in this place, instead of going to heaven as people said, but after coming to this world, he had plenty of food and drink, and lived a good life.
As for cultivating immortals, Lu Feng only discovered it out of curiosity.
Lu Feng didn't know how others practiced physical skills, but he found that he could clearly see the veins of his body, and there was also an aura rotating around the Dantian, which seemed to be absorbing something outside the body.
Lu Feng felt that this should be the so-called spiritual power.
So why don't others have such power? Or is it that my physique is different from others?
His method of cultivation is to follow the movement of the spiritual veins in his body. After all, he doesn't have the skills to do it.
Why……
Lu Feng sighed.
If someone discovers something is wrong with him while practicing physical skills, he won't be punished, right?
In addition, my father is also a tough-headed man. His eldest brother was so fierce in killing people in front of him. If he were too fierce, he would offend the people above him and they would not be happy and their whole family would suffer.
I heard that the current emperor is an out-and-out Martial Emperor!
Feeling that he was too worried, Lu Feng slowly got up from the ground. Halfway up, he saw his best friend looking at him with wide eyes and trembling fingers.
"Did the Marquis actually commit such a murderous act? Lu Feng, what will you do if you marry a wife in the future..."
A good leg, why was it broken?
Lu Feng:......
Rolling his eyes, he no longer stood up slowly and neatly.
"Wow! It turns out that the Marquis is still merciful!"
Meng Ziyan smiled awkwardly when he saw this, but there was a bit of regret on his lips.
Lu Feng got up, patted the dust on his body, and invited Meng Ziyan to his room.
Today, Meng Ziyan came to see Lu Feng for something. Lu Feng poured two cups of tea on the carved wooden table. The aroma of tea overflowed in the room. Although the Meng family was also rich, could the tea in the Marquis Mansion be comparable to ordinary tea?
After drinking a glass of wine as if he was enjoying it, Meng Ziyan's addiction finally passed.
He looked at Lu Feng with some confusion, and he couldn't understand why Lu Feng, with such a restless temper, could like drinking tea.
"Tell me, where do you want to take me to play?"
Lu Feng took the empty cup in his hand and casually refilled himself a cup.
Looking at Lu Feng's almost immature features and eyes, especially those eyes that didn't take things seriously, he couldn't connect him with Lord Lu.
"Little Marquis, do you really want to play?"
Mencius said this seriously.
Lu Feng cast a doubtful look at him, which meant: Otherwise?
"Brother Lu, I won't hide it from you. We also have a friendship. The Meng family has already begun to arrange for people to officially teach me physical skills. In the future... we may go further and further away."
When he said this, Meng Ziyan had a hint of sadness in his eyes.
Originally, he approached Lu Feng to establish a good relationship with the Marquis Mansion so that the Meng family would have a backer in the future. Now that Lu Feng was like this, the Meng family agreed that it would be better to approach Lu Yuntian.
So he had to go to Lu Yuntian. What Lu Yuntian valued most was strength. As long as his strength was high, he would even come directly to find someone.
This is what the Meng family had in mind.
After Lu Feng listened: Hey...
Yes, they were going to get further and further away from each other.
Meng Ziyan practiced physical skills, which was different from him.
It's a pity that his best friend can't live forever with him. How about pulling out Meng Ziyan's soul to practice before he becomes more powerful and dies of old age?
Touching his chin, Lu Feng felt that this method was very feasible.
Seeing that the expression on Lu Feng's face changed from regretful to enlightened, and he began to feel vaguely confident, Meng Ziyan wondered if he had understood something wrong.
The Marquis is powerful, but the Marquis will also grow old, and Lu Feng's life may not be easy.
Didn't Lu Feng feel sorry for him?
"Brother, it is true that there are differences between people."
Lu Feng put his hand on Meng Ziyan's shoulder and looked at Meng Ziyan with extremely sympathetic eyes.
Meng Ziyan was sympathized with: You, a salty fish who has never practiced any physical skills, sympathize with me, a future genius? ? ?
"Hehehehe..."
Mencius spoke with a smile on his face but not on his face.
This is the friendship between the two of them since they were young. Otherwise, Lu Feng would probably mark someone else's hehehe in front of Lu Feng.
After everything was said, Meng Ziyan stood up and left, giving Lu Feng some "advice" before leaving.
