Jianling

"Feng, Lin."

The person who was called didn't stop walking, and approached inch by inch like a leisurely stroll, with pearls and jade hair crown, scarlet robe and brocade clothes, he looked like a god, with a three-pointed smile on his face, he heard the words and replied, "Huh?"

Feng Qiong pulled out his sword suddenly, and the three inches of the sword's edge were Feng Lin's heart.

"Brother Joan, what does this mean?"

Feng Qiong gritted her teeth and scolded him in a cold voice: "What are you planning? Feng Lang's disappearance... Isn't it your favorite? You let Ming Dingjian find him, and you use all means to please the Patriarch. Are you proud of today?"

"...Who said that you can find him with the Drunken Sword? Neither can Bi Wuwu." Feng Lin stopped, frowned, smiled slightly, and pointed to push the sword away, "Hey, your brain deserves to be released Come to Mingzhou."

Feng Qiong was shocked: "What do you mean? Feng Lang is no different than the case of Shen's family. No one cares about it. If Ming Ding Jian or Bi Wu Wuyou really want to find Feng Lang, they have only one person left in their sect. They have no weaknesses and no ties. Unhooked, unfettered, it's a piece of cake... You've already found Feng Lang? You moved Feng Lang?"

Feng Lin turned her head and glanced at him, and walked casually to sit aside, the night was dark and the candles were flickering, Feng Qiong really couldn't see his expression clearly, she could only infer from his light and calm tone that there was probably disdain on this person's face ridicule.

"I won't touch Feng Lang." Feng Lin said, "At least not now."

Feng Lang is the only descendant of Mrs. Yuan of the Feng family, and the only son of the Feng family. Although he is weak and unable to practice the Kunyu sword of the Feng family, he is still the son of the son. He was born with a silver seal, and Feng Lang has a gentle temperament. He has such an elegant name, everyone in the Feng family regards him as the first choice for the next head of the family, except for him, the rest of the heirs dare not compete, they can only lower their eyes and hold their breath, and be careful - until he disappears.

"Of course you won't touch him." Feng Qiong sneered, he has been able to confront Feng Lin up to now, each has won or lost, naturally there will be no lack of Feng Lin's handle, and if he raises the same thing at this time, it is enough to make Feng Lin's expression change, " You can make friends with Mingdingjian, isn't it also a charity from Feng Lang?"

Sure enough, Feng Lin was slightly shocked, and then smiled lightly: "Yes, Feng Lang treats me so well, how could I be willing to let him have an accident?"

"Crazy." Feng Qiong said, "The Feng family is full of lunatics."

Feng Lin disagreed, she shook her head with a half-smile, and said, "You are, I am, the Patriarch is, Feng Chenqing is...you can't involve Feng Lang."

"If Feng Lang is really in your hands, is there still a way to survive?" Feng Qiong couldn't bear it anymore, and scolded him sharply, "You Feng Lin is heartless, cruel, and with the ability of drunken sword, you can be found out in a few days These dirty things... When he finds Feng Lang, it will be the day of your Feng Lin's death!"

Feng Lin moved her wrist, and just took his words like a gust of wind, her left ear went in and her right ear came out, and she responded perfunctorily: "Ah, um. That's my life too, so what's the hurry, Brother Qiong? What about Ameng? , I want to protect it. Feng Lang, please don't worry about it anymore, brother Qiong. Keep your one-acre three-point land in Mingzhou, and I won't drag you down by splashing my blood on the Frost Sword in the future."

"Protect? Who do you protect? If Feng Lang comes back, what are you? Who can you protect?"

Feng Lin's smile remained undiminished, her brows were filled with murderous intent, and her expression was gentle: "I, Feng Lin, protect Meng Xing."

Meng Xing, who was insured, had no self-awareness. He really drank a cup of Wangyouwu, and he didn't know his worries at dawn.Shen Zhongxuan sat on the edge of the couch with his sword in his arms, and covered his face with a steaming washcloth. Meng Xing suddenly woke up, with a hazy light still in Taohua's eyes, and asked, "Where's the food?"

Shen Zhongxuan avoided a few steps very naturally, revealing the table with a few dishes of side dishes: "While it's hot."

"Where's the wine?" Meng Xing asked again.

"No. What wine to drink early in the morning." Zhong Xuan pointed to the teacup, "Come and eat after washing up, and have a cup of tea after eating."

Meng Xing knew that Shen Zhongxuan was unambiguous about trivial matters, so he didn't talk to him too much, and he could only give up after muttering a few words "no big or small", Shen Zhongxuan asked again: "Which way are you going today?"

Meng Xing threw the handkerchief back to him, Shen Chongxuan soaked the handkerchief back into the sink, scrubbed it for a while, poured water, and put the basin and handkerchief aside together.

"Go and find Feng Lang."

"Finding Feng Lang is easier than finding the murderer?"

"No. But Feng Lang has a name, a surname, a head and a face. There are rumors about him, but no one dares to go deep into the tiger's den. I dare." Meng Xing asked, "Didn't you want to find your benefactor in black at first? No gone?"

Shen Zhongxuan choked, shook his head and said: "I will see you again... I can't remember clearly. I only remember the black clothes and the knife, and everything else is gone."

Meng Xing said with a smile: "Ha, little white-eyed wolf, I will be forgotten in a few years. There are a lot of black-clothed Jianghu, Xiao Tongbei is one, and there are countless people with knives. You It's much harder to find than Feng Lang."

Shen Zhongxuan became angry from embarrassment, stuffed him with a steamed bun, and put some food with chopsticks into his bowl: "You talk a lot."

"Look for Feng Qiong." Meng Xing held a steamed bun in his mouth, his words were a little unclear, Shen Zhongxuan frowned slightly: "Huh?"

Meng Xing hooked his fingers at him, Shen Zhongxuan leaned over with a blank face, thinking that he was going to say something shocking and anecdotal, but saw Meng Xing with a serious expression, pressed against his ear, and said affectionately: "It's very sweet."

Chong Xuan: "!"

Meng Xing added: "Steamed buns."

Shen Zhongxuan blushed in an instant, threw the Jushuang sword to Meng Xing, picked up his pastry: "Well, I don't understand Jianling..."

Meng Xing sighed: "Don't rush to order crisps, put them away."

"...I wanted to ask before, how do you know its name?" Zhong Xuan asked, "This is the only thing my mother left behind. It was the benefactor who told me it was called Diansu. Ah Xing, why do you Know its name?"

Meng Xing lazily raised his eyelids and asked with a smile, "Do you know your mother's name?"

Zhong Xuan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

"Everyone in Jianghu knows your mother, and they all know this sword." Meng Xing only half-spoken before changing the topic sharply, "What doesn't Jian Ling understand?"

Shen Zhongxuan wanted to ask again: "But..." Meng Xing reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulled him into his arms, forced him to hold Zhuoshuang, danced out of thin air, and coaxed him with a smile: "A gesture? "

"..." Meng Xing didn't want to say anything, and no one could make him say it. Shen Zhongxuan was suspicious in his heart, but he said obediently, "You didn't teach the third level."

Before the words were finished, Zhuoshuang sword was out of his hand. Meng Xing got out of the bed and put the sword back into its sheath: "Go, go find Feng Qiong and ask for a space. This place is too narrow to use your hands and feet."

It is impossible to give the venue to the venue, and I don't want to see him again even if I call him "little uncle" ten thousand times.

So when Meng Xing led Shen Zhongxuan to Fenglou, the guards at the gate raised their swords and guns, and said sternly, "Feng Daoist."

Can.Yesterday was Young Master Feng, today he is Daoist Feng.

Meng Xing pointed to the red seal on his waist: "Is this okay?"

The guard shook his head: "Feng Daochang, please go back."

"Who do you belong to? Feng Qiong or Feng Lin?" Meng Xing let out a long breath, and slowly shook the whisk, "Okay, excuse me for being rude, Yuan Yuan."

The majestic killing intent rushed forward, and the dozens of guards all took a few steps back, but they saw that Meng Xing was not in a hurry, tall and tall, his frosty clothes moved without wind, and the air current was as strong as thousands of troops coming to press down on the situation , so excited that everyone couldn't breathe, but the ordinary people behind him were unscathed and seemed to be unaware—this person's control of internal power is so strong! ?

The headed guards hurriedly drew their swords, Meng Xing's face suddenly changed, and he coaxed in a soft tone: "Hey, little ancestor, you can use your internal strength, everyone told you not to use your sword..."

The guard was stunned for a moment, only to realize that the internal force of the evil sect had withdrawn, his neck was slightly cold, and a fishy smell wafted into his nostrils—the Diansu Sword was pressed against his neck, the sword was so sharp that it could break hair, and it had already cut into his neck. The skin is a little bit, and it is dripping with bright blood.

Before Shen Chongxuan could answer, there was an exasperated shout from the building: "A group of ignorant people! Why didn't you welcome my little uncle in after seeing him! Presumptuous! Dare to use a sword against my uncle, don't you want it!?"

He spoke in a hurry, his tone was fast, but his movements were not in a hurry, he lifted his clothes and walked down slowly, only when he saw Meng Xing did he smile: "Hey, little uncle, please come inside."

"Qioner." Meng Xing also squeezed out a gentle and generous smile, "Don't be too strict with your subordinates, what kind of owner raises what kind of dog, little uncle won't allow you to scold yourself like that."

Feng Qiong: "...Little uncle can really make jokes, haha."

Meng Xing didn't give him a step up: "How can it be called a joke? Look at Yuan Yuan, she is just a young seedling that Poor Dao has cared for wholeheartedly. Now she is only 13 years old, and her internal strength can be compared with yours, right?"

Feng Qiong pretended to glance at Chong Xuan casually, but saw that the child bowed his head and remained silent, as if he was following Meng Xing's orders, cursing Feng Lin's useless oath in his heart. Just pulling a little furry child by his side, his internal strength is strong enough to shake his face with swords.

"Yuan Yuan, right..." Feng Qiong forced a smile, "You're really handsome."

Zhong Xuan said indifferently: "You have a name and a surname, Chong Xuan."

"You brat, how could you be so cruel to juniors!" Meng Xing turned around and scolded him, then turned to smile at Feng Qiong and said, "Hey, he is a poor disciple, so he is Qiong'er's elder, right?"

Feng Qiong gritted her teeth: "Forget it, of course it does."

"It's a long story. Pindao originally wanted to ask Qiong'er for a spacious place. Yuan Yuan will break through Jianling. Pindao is afraid that Jianling's momentum will be too loud and hurt innocent people, so he asked Qiong'er for help. I saw the guard just now. They are extremely unwelcome, I think Qionger is also in trouble, so I won’t bother you, Yuan Yuan, let’s go.”

Feng Qiong was stunned, and suddenly heard the word "Jian Ling", and was a little bit lost for a while.He is not proficient in martial arts, but he also knows that Feng Lin has climbed to this position because of his Kunyu sword. When Meng Xing was just a fledgling, people were most afraid of his drunken sword, which came from behind. Those who use the sword are all yearning for it; those who don't use the sword are willing to abolish martial arts and rebuild sword skills.

Those who have learned the spirit can win the world. Back then, Baopuzi was able to defeat Shouzhenjun in half a step, didn't he rely on the three-foot green peak and a set of spirit?

"Little uncle stay behind—"

Even knowing that this was a trap set by Meng Xing, Feng Qiong still stepped on it involuntarily: "Little uncle, Qiong'er is willing to share his worries for my little uncle."

The author has something to say: Signing a contract to test the waters is cool, and I plan to let nature take its course.

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Feng Qiong: Why does little uncle hate me so much?

Feng Lin: Because he is not as good-looking as you.