Jianling

Meng Xing is not a good person, he and Meng Wubei both concluded this way.

But when Shen Zhongxuan raised his eyes to look at him, Meng Xing cursed a few words in his heart, and decided to intervene.

"Stop crying." Meng Xing raised his sleeves to wipe his tear-stained face, "I will take you...to find out for the teacher."

"But why is it my home?"

Meng Xing's sleeves were mixed with the scent of plants and trees brought by the heart-piercing morning dew, and the scent of wine that did not fade away from yesterday. He hung heavily on his neck in a daze, and the choking gradually subsided. He only choked and sniffed him, but felt There was a sudden light all over his body, Meng Xing lifted his buttocks, hung him tightly in his arms, and coaxed: "Just listen to me and believe me, and the rest will be settled for you as a teacher. Do you know the Feng family?"

Shen Zhongxuan raised his head from his arms, frowned and asked, "Feng family? Hundred years of inheritance, Kunyu sword?"

Meng Xing sneered, and patted the top of his furry hair: "It's good to know."

"But the owners of the Feng family have never been in the top ten, and now they say they are on the decline." Shen Zhongxuan wrinkled his nose and asked, "Besides, what is the relationship between the Feng family and my family?"

Meng Xing gave him a pat on the head, and said with a smile: "A century-old family, a group of old foxes, it's not their turn to fall. Now the top ten on the Jianghu list are full of water. Look at the tenth Feng Hen Tonight, before the war with Beishan 15 years ago, he was the tenth, Xiao Shuhua killed the one in front of him, but he managed to survive, do you think they have no affair?"

Shen Zhongxuan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly remembered that Meng Xing's master was Meng Wubei, the Baopuzi back then, and it didn't seem strange to know something about Xiao Shuhua: "Feng Henwan and Shou Zhenjun...?"

"Of course there is no personal affair. Just because he is number ten and there is no power behind him, it is meaningless to kill him."

Chong Xuan: "..."

Meng Xing pretended not to see his dissatisfied eyes, and continued: "But later on the list rotates, except for Xiao Tongbei's rare talent, how come Feng Henwan is invincible even among other juniors? ——But He's still tenth."

Today's tenth Feng Henwan, at the early age of 17, he climbed to the top [-] when he first entered the sword test meeting. , but Bao Puzi could ask him to smile, but he saw Xiao Shuhua holding the sword in his hand, Gui Dianqiu out of the sheath, the beauty tilted her head and smiled lightly: "This sword of my seat is waiting for you right here."

That smile became Feng Henwan's lifelong pursuit.

And Feng Henwan worked so hard to enter the tenth hour, the chaos in Tongbei Mountain suddenly broke out, the sound of killing and attacking could be heard endlessly, Meng Wubei came out of the mountain with his clothes off, and in less than a year, the world was at peace, and Shouzhenjun disappeared without a trace , Baopuzi is the same.

At that time, Feng Qingchen changed his name to Feng Henwan.

And what disappeared together with Feng Qingchen's name was his pair of eyes.

Meng Xingyan didn't finish his sentence, he held Shen Chongxuan with one hand, and pushed open the door of Shen's original ancestral hall with the other.Although the Shen family was in a catastrophe, the killer did not take away the gold and silver treasures. Although there were greedy thieves who took the opportunity to come here later, there was no reason why people would steal the ancestral tablets.Shen Zhongxuan looked at it in a daze, only to realize that the words on the newly added tablet are strong and clear, and it is clearly the handwriting of the person next to him.

"Master, I heard from Wang Banxian that your family's corpses had been hastily buried by them, and now I don't know where to find them. Since the ancestral hall is still there, Master was fine last night, so I... set up a memorial tablet for you."

Shen Zhongxuan suddenly pulled back and looked back at him, just as he bumped into Meng Xing's eyes with a gentle smile, he didn't know what to say for a while, so he knelt down and bowed to the tablet in a daze, his lips moved, Meng Xing's hearing was superb, but he could only Capture bits and pieces.

Chongxuan is unfilial...Looking at father...Master...?

Meng Xing thought for a while, and automatically filled in: Chong Xuan is unfilial, and cannot avenge his relatives. I hope my father will forgive me, but my master is very strong, and my master will avenge me. You can rest assured.

The more Meng Xing thought about it, the more reasonable he felt, and he also bowed to the tablet: "Don't worry, Mr. Shen. Chongxuan joined the poor family. He will be a teacher for a day and a father for the rest of his life. The poor man will never leave him, protect him well, and live in peace for the rest of his life. disaster, the poor should do their best to investigate him and find out the truth, and avenge your dozens of people."

After a pause, Meng Xing added: "Yuan Yuan is very obedient, and her roots are also good. Master Shen has knowledge, so you can rest assured."

Shen Zhongxuan was shocked, looked sideways at him, and said in a low voice, "You..."

"Ok?"

Zhong Xuan shook his head again, and said softly: "Master, let's go."

He originally wanted to ask, do you really think I'm good?

But he didn't want to ask anymore, because he knew that Meng Xing was upright and frank, and he would keep what he said. No matter how good he was, the promise of "never leave him, protect him well, and live in peace for the rest of his life" was enough for him to be safe in this life. .What's more, Master...he never speaks harsh words.

Zhongxuan thought, Chongxuan was unfilial, and now he is unable to avenge his family's blood, but hope his father will bless Chongxuan, Chongxuan will devote himself to learning martial arts, step out of the school as soon as possible, avenge his family, and protect his master's safety.

Meng Xing didn't sleep last night, and this morning he was busy comforting Shen Shenxuan. Although his inner strength is so deep that he can run thousands of miles without resting day and night, Meng Xing has always been tired. He changed the routine that was not as good as ordinary people.At this time, Meng Xing was already tired, but Shen Shenxuan still hadn't gotten out of the grief, and was practicing sword in the courtyard like crazy. Meng Xing could understand his feelings after thinking about it, so he endured his temper and meditated and rested beside him. Pay attention to whether Zhongxuan moves abnormally.

Shen Zhongxuan is very obedient, he really only practiced swords, and only practiced the few moves that Meng Xing taught him when he was happy, Meng Xing was a little surprised, he never forced Shen Zhongxuan to practice swords, but he didn't know his apprentice There is also such an ability to never forget - coupled with the majestic internal strength of his body.Meng Xing sighed, I'm afraid this child was born to go to the rivers and lakes.

"Xuan Bao, come here." Meng Xing felt a little more comfortable after a week's work, and hooked his fingers to Shen Zhongxuan, "Throw the sword to me."

Hearing the words, Zhong Xuan immediately threw the sword away, Meng Xing picked it up, and said with a smile: "Hey, you child, you dare to give the sword to outsiders casually, isn't this your mother's relic?"

Zhong Xuan was stunned for a moment, then whispered: "You are different."

"I can't see that you respect the teacher, and I am very comforted by the teacher." Meng Xing didn't care about it, danced a sword flower casually, turned over on the bed, and rushed into the yard. Qingfeng's sword was still shining, but he saw He turned his hands and shook his wrists, the sword energy was as cold as frost and snow, and it shot straight like lightning, dancing with his white shirt.

The cool wind in the courtyard suddenly blew up, and the scattered leaves whirled. Meng Xing's white clothes floated in the air, and it really looked like a light cloud. Shen Shenxuan was in a daze, but saw Meng Xing's eyes sharpened, and he flew his feet to the four walls, long With a swing of the sword, it pierces the wind and pierces the sun, cuts the flowers and falls.When he landed on the ground, he saw an apricot blossom leisurely parting, split like broken jade, fluttering down, and slowly landed on Meng Xing's shoulder.

Shen Zhongxuan was stunned.

"This is Feng Henwan's specialty sword technique - blowing flowers." Meng Xing turned the sword around and handed it the scabbard. Shen Chongxuan quickly caught it, and Meng Xing continued, "This move is his first-sighted one. The fourth level of epiphany that you will only realize later, Wangxian."

Shen Zhongxuan was greatly amazed, and when he saw Meng Xing's smiling face again, he felt that he was Wang Xian. He thought to himself that although he had never seen Feng Henwan before, Fuhua was really wonderful when he was trained by Meng Xing. It must be inferior to him.

But Meng Xing seemed to see through his thinking, and said with a smile: "As a teacher, I only learned superficiality. Feng Henwan was born to learn how to brush flowers... love infatuation."

"I want to learn how to get drunk." Shen Zhongxuan hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Isn't your best at getting drunk?"

Meng Xing turned his head to look at him, and couldn't help laughing: "Do you think Fuhua is too frivolous?"

"...but that's Feng Henwan's swordsmanship, you want to give me to Feng Henwan?" Shen Zhongxuan immediately became anxious, "I'm your apprentice, why learn other people's swordsmanship?"

Meng Xing couldn't stop laughing: "If you want to escape, you have to wait for me to be kind. Feng Henwan is an old blind man, and he is not good enough for you. There are no ordinary swordsmanship in the world. Brushing flowers is suitable for lovers, and drunk is suitable for alcoholics. The Pichen Sword is only suitable for monks, and Qi Huan of the Huanxi Sect should teach it to the disciples of Menglang, you——you should learn from the gentleman and choose the spirit."

"Master's Gentleman's Sword?" Shen Zhongxuan was startled, only then did he realize that Meng Xing was going to teach him the Jianling sword technique that swordsmen all over the world are flocking to, and seeing Meng Xing smile again: "Gentleman? The Jianling sword technique is indeed a gentleman's sword. But my master, the old man...is a gentleman, but also a coward."

Zhong Xuan didn't understand his implication for a moment, but instead asked: "Then Feng Henwan and you..."

Meng Xing stroked his chin and pondered for a moment, then asserted, "Ah, a friend of a gentleman."