Martial arts supreme

Chapter 604
The return of the suzerain is a great blessing to more than [-] people.

Thousands of tables were set up on the first peak and the second peak. For three days and three nights, the ancient Ye Zong was full of laughter.

Yang Qiao was not restrained, but she and Ding Laner had a lively chat.On the contrary, whenever Jin Zitong boasted, Yang Qiao would throw cold water on him.

Of course, Ding Laner also told Yu Jun about Yu Zhongnan, and learned that his son had joined the Shengwu Academy. Not only had his cultivation reached the late stage of chivalry, but he had also joined an academy specializing in martial arts. The look on Yu Jun's face The wrinkles have relaxed a lot.

As the saying goes, knowing a son is like a father, Yu Jun naturally knows Yu Zhongnan's ambitions, and being able to join the Holy Martial Academy and not be bullied in a foreign country, the father is also satisfied.

And after the banquet was removed on the fourth day, there was no longer a woman sitting alone on the bluestone of the second peak.That night, she snuggled into the arms of the boy in white, and the two of them kept looking at the crescent moon in the night sky without speaking.

There was no loneliness in her body, nor was there any cold majesty.Some are just like little birds, with happy smiles on their faces.

yes!Ever since Ye Feng left, she has been looking forward to this moment day and night.What could be more pleasing to her now than to be in the arms of the one she loves?

"Jun Lang! Qiao'er said that you have become a chivalrous man who cultivates both body and soul. Is this true?"

Four days and four nights without sleep, Li Muwan didn't show the slightest tiredness on her face. At the dawn of the day, she looked up at Ye Feng and opened her mouth.

"It should be a third-rate hero...huh?"

There was a smile on Ye Feng's face, but after opening his mouth, Ye Feng's sword eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Third-rate hero? So, Jun Lang, you are considered a strong man in the middle-earth?" Li Muwan's eyes flashed brightly, and she asked again: "Jun Lang! You said that you will stay by Mu Wan's side after you become the supreme. You will follow me wherever you go, is this... still true?"

"really."

The smile on Ye Feng's face was sincere, but he kept thinking about the words just now in his mind.

A third-rate hero, Ye Feng couldn't understand why he said this. He... was obviously a late-stage knight who cultivated both body and soul.

"Jun Lang! Do you... have something on your mind?"

Li Muwan, who was nestled in Ye Feng's arms, withdrew her gaze, looked at the horizon and murmured what she was thinking.

Ye Feng's body trembled slightly, he sighed and raised his hand to stroke Li Muwan's hair, loosening his frown.

"This matter is nothing. It's just that I feel a little strange."

"Oh!"

Li Muwan didn't ask deeply. Maybe it had something to do with her personality, or maybe she respected Jun Lang's thoughts. As long as Ye Feng was willing to tell her, she would listen quietly.If you don't want to say it, why bother asking?
"Jun Lang! During the time you left, Mu Wan developed a habit. Every night, she would sit on this bluestone, raise her head, and look at the crescent moon in the night sky. Only in this way will she feel Xuanwu Kingdom is not far away, and the distance from Jun Lang is not too far away."

The words contained a hint of loneliness and sorrow, and fell into Ye Feng's ears, and his eye sockets became slightly moist.

Li Muwan's loneliness and misery are not Ye Feng's bitterness.He could understand the feeling in Li Muwan's heart, because this feeling had been with him for a year.

"Jun Lang!" The two were silent for a few minutes. Li Muwan sat up straight, looked at Ye Feng and said with a smile, "Do you know what Mu Wan does at dawn?"

Ye Feng blinked, covering up the moisture in his eye sockets, and shook his head with a smile.

"Play the piano! Every day at dawn, Mu Wan plays the piano. Jun Lang! Do you want to listen?"

Li Muwan smiled and rolled her eyes, and Ye Feng nodded.

With a slight smile, Li Muwan waved her hands and grabbed the Guqin, put the Guqin on her legs cross-legged, looked up at the ray of light in the sky, put her ten fingers lightly on the strings, and flicked it slightly, the subtle and long sound of nature Spread all over the world.

But for some reason, the moment the sound of the zither hit his ears, Ye Feng's sword eyebrows frowned again.

But the next second, Ye Feng's frown relaxed again.However, judging from the expression on Ye Feng's face, it seemed that Ye Feng was forcibly suppressing something.

The sound of Guqin hovered over Gu Yezong.Gradually, there was cooking smoke over the first peak, and there were more and more disciples in the square of the second peak.

At some point, Ye Feng had already walked to the side of the peak with his hands behind his back, looking down at the more than [-] people in the square, the doubts in his eyes became more and more intense.

But he still seemed to want to suppress his doubts, not wanting to be disturbed by the strange thoughts in his mind while listening to Mu Wan playing the piano.

But Ye Feng didn't know why, as the sound of the Guqin continued to reverberate in his mind, that strange thought couldn't be erased, and finally... his gaze was on 4 out of 2 people.

Why he wanted to look at more than [-] people, Ye Feng was even more unclear.He just knew that those [-] disciples made him feel inexplicably heartbroken. Every time his eyes glanced over the face of a person, his heart... felt like a needle pricking his heart.

"Mu Wan! Stop playing."

Ye Feng did not read all the more than [-] people one by one, but turned around and spoke to Li Muwan with a smile.

After opening her eyes, Li Muwan frowned slightly, lowered her head and was silent for a while, then asked softly: "You...don't you like hearing it?"

"The sound of the qin played by Mu Wan is as sweet as the sounds of nature. Playing the qin and flute, reciting poems and painting, and singing to wine show the literati's style, arrogance, and otherworldliness. I am a knife-wielding stick, so Mu Wan might as well play the qin Make that Xun instead."

"Xun?" Li Muwan glanced sideways at the dark red xun, placed the guqin on the bluestone again, waved her hand to take the xun, and smiled lightly at Ye Feng: "As long as you are willing to listen, the guqin can be replaced with a xun." What’s the harm?”

Putting the xun under her lips, Li Muwan glanced at Ye Feng again, although she didn't say a word, but the moment she closed her eyes, her eyes... were filled with extremely strong doubts.

Maybe she had noticed something.Because Ye Feng would not interrupt her playing the piano.Even if she played the piano for three days and three nights, Ye Feng would still sit aside and listen quietly.

But Ye Feng is willing to listen to the sound of the xun, and replace the guqin with a xun, just as Li Muwan said, and... why not?

But when Li Muwan exhaled lightly, and the moment there was a resentful sound in the Xun, Ye Feng's body trembled suddenly.

The moment he turned around, a huge change occurred in the square.

The disciples fell down one by one, the blood of more than [-] people stained the bluestone, Yu Jin fell to the ground and spit out blood, Yang Qiao paled and fell into Ding Lan'er's arms, Jin Zitong sat trembling in the pool of blood leaning forward.

The wide-eyed Ye Feng took a step back abruptly, turned around and was about to stop Li Muwan from blowing the xun, but saw that the guqin was broken in two, and a long scar appeared on Li Muwan's face, and the dark one in her hand The red Xun also cracked into several petals.

(End of this chapter)