Fengyunzhi becomes Qin Shuang

The world will openly select the three heavenly kings, recruit troops afterwards, practice hard, and another gust of wind blows, and the rivers and lakes are restless for a while.

Because of Xiongba's acceptance of Qin Shuang, the young master of the Tianxiahui, as his son, there were rumors all over the world, and what they said was true, as if it was true.It is said that among the three disciples, Xiong Ba has always been interested in Qin Shuang, and Feng Yun and Feng Yun are extremely dear to Qin Shuang, and they obey his words. Staying with Qin Shuang to control the situation secretly, and even more so, he was ordered to break the waves and balance the situation.But in the past, the words of petting were replaced by tools to be used.

In order to dominate the country, those heroes, what can't be discarded, and who can't take advantage of it?What else can compare to its hegemony?Naturally, no.

These words spread quickly, and after a few days, everyone knew about it.

I don't know who spread these words, one state, one county, village, street, town, it seems that people deliberately spread the meaning, it's amazing.

Qin Shuang had always disdained these wild words and didn't care much about them.

He also knew in his heart that although the master had such a meaning, it was not entirely true. Naturally, this cannot be said to others, only they know it.

Furthermore, with Master's self-esteem, narcissism and arrogance, he thinks that Fengyun is cultivated by himself, and it is easy to pick up and easy to throw, so why should we be afraid?Nothing to be afraid of.Xiongba also thinks so, he laughed at the rumours, and only ordered, "If you hear this again, cut off the tongue that speaks."

Of course Qin Shuang didn't mind those words, but she was still brooding over the fact that her master blatantly accepted her as his son. She looked at her master with a relaxed look, as if she was saying something, and she wasn't angry or hated for a while. , I only blame Master for not telling him about it beforehand.After a few days, I thought of a common saying, saying that one day I will be a teacher and my life will be a father, and the master and father are the same, all the same.Until now, he can only comfort himself by thinking that everything is the same.

What's the big deal?It's no big deal, no one else is in a hurry, so why worry about yourself?

That is, since then, there has been nothing too good about Master.

If you call him, you will answer; if you speak, you will listen.

He didn't answer if he didn't shout or talk.If it is said to call You Ruo father, it is impossible.

Thinking about it, it's plain disgusting.

Master naturally understands this point, so the name of Master Shuang'er is still used.

After all, this world is not a peaceful and prosperous world. The upper part does not move, and after half a day of finding peace, the lower part of the nest begins to accumulate uneasiness, and it is necessary to drill through the dog-sized hole to see the excitement.If you find the right one, fight accordingly.The more petty people in the arena, the more impatient they are, and they don't know how to mess around decently.You have to slap him in the face, so that he can keep his own place.

Although Qin Shuang has always been magnanimous and doesn't fight with others, but when it's his turn to take care of things, he deserves a slap in the face, and that's not at all vague.

A good beating will make you obedient and obedient.

This Xiongba gang leader practiced in seclusion. He hid alone in the Tianquan cave in the back mountain with a few masters. At sunrise, he is bound to dominate the martial arts world.

The excited appearance of dancing and dancing, as if the master will be number one in the world when he comes out tomorrow.Even Qin Shuang made him feel so excited that he couldn't help laughing.

But it was said that it was an election day, and after a long time, there was still no movement.

Qin Shuang took care of all the affairs of the gang, and Bu Jingyun was used to leading troops on expeditions, so he didn't bother with trivial matters in the gang, only looking for a clean place, closing his eyes and resting his mind.As for Nie Feng, Duanlang did not have the strict discipline of his master, but was submissive under Qin Shuang's management. He was watched by others every day, practiced martial arts diligently, and had to do homework at night. I want to check.For this item, even Bu Jingyun will also participate.

Bu Jingyun dismissed it very much in his heart, and his actions were considered cooperative, almost every day, and Duanlang laughed at him a few times, but he was not annoyed, as if he couldn't hear it.

At this time, I stared at the handwritten "South China Scripture" on a blue background, suddenly threw away my hand, and squinted at Qin Shuang who was dazed and grinding under the light. When Shuang didn't look at him face to face, he felt good no matter how he looked at it.

After watching it for a long time, there was a faint smile on his mouth suddenly, which was quite meaningful, "The one who is famous is also the one who fights; the one who knows is the weapon of earning. The two weapons, don't they do everything? How can it compare to the word 'friendship'?" The irony in the words is obvious, but the words are extremely sincere on the surface.

The two boys who were writing suddenly raised their heads. Nie Feng stared at Bu Jingyun with big eyes, and then turned to Qin Shuang who was in a daze. If you open your mouth, then let it go, there must be no good words to say, just sneer at it, ignore it, and describe it in detail.

The dazed person was taken aback when he heard the words, and recovered.

"Oh?" Qin Shuang smiled, "How did Junior Brother Yun say that? How did it come from?"

"The spring is dry, and the fish are on land, and they are wet and foamy. What do you think?"

Bu Jingyun arranged the books, played with the brush, and made various smart poses, which were really beautiful.

Qin Shuang was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, then smiled, and answered frankly, "It's better to forget each other in Jianghu."

Turning the writing brush in his hand, it suddenly fell on the table, Bu Jingyun frowned, almost freezing cold, narrowed his eyes, but couldn't hide his anger.

Even Nie Feng couldn't help being stunned, looking at Qin Shuang's gentle smile all the time. On this winter night, the wind blew and his whole body shivered.

In particular, what the man said was so natural and sincere, and the cleanness in his eyes was terrifying.

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you."

It was the first time that Bu Jingyun got angry at Qin Shuang in front of people, dropped his pen and ink, took a long sword, got up and went out, before leaving, he even kicked the door flying.

Qin Shuang looked at the half-destroyed gate and remained silent for a long time.

Suddenly returning to his senses, he smiled softly at Nie Feng and Duanlang, "Your senior brother Yun is so sulky again, that you come to dismiss us, write your handwriting obediently, and senior brother will make you supper."

As soon as Qin Shuang left, Nie Feng blinked, frowned suddenly, and dropped his brush.

"Nie Feng, you are going to die, I just finished writing it."

Breaking away from their topic on Duan Lang, immersing himself in his own world, he didn't want to pay attention to it.

He was about to lose his temper here, but Nie Feng stared at him and said, "Go write your handwriting obediently!"

The master is still cultivating hard, saying that he will leave the customs in a short time, but this short time is really long, and it lasted through a whole long cold winter.

Although the master was not there, his ears, nose, eyes, and mind were hidden in the dark all the time, and no one dared to take a step in the meeting.

Even Qin Shuang would definitely not do anything overstepping.

That is, every few days, some food to relieve fatigue and dispel cold and dampness will be made for people to send in.

The wooden slave hid in the back garden and never came out again, saying that he was sick.

After March, the Tianshan Mountains were still as cold as ever.

Bu Jingyun was ordered to go out again and again, and returned triumphantly every time.Taking Duanlang with him, Nie Feng taught them practical combat experience, while Qin Shuang stayed behind to take care of the meeting. Before leaving, he worriedly told Bu Jingyun to take good care of Feng'er and Lang'er.

Bu Jingyun was still angry, snorted coldly, clamped his horse's belly tightly, and shouted, "Drive!" Yunta flew into the forest like a gust of wind.

Leaving behind a black shadow, he stepped into the jungle like a sharp arrow, like the black cloud in the sky.

This time, he took his elite disciples together to attack a cottage two miles away from Miyin Temple, and he has already reported victory to the meeting, but Nie Feng was slightly injured.

Bu Jingyun held Nie Feng in his arms and called the doctor to show him. Seeing that he was fine, he was relieved, settled down, covered him with a quilt, and then called the lieutenant who followed Nie Feng, and slapped him hard With a few mouths, he kicked his heart, "Get out yet!"

"Yes yes yes, Hall Master Yun calm down! The villain should die!" He rolled and crawled out.

I calmed down a bit, and only said that leading troops to fight is no match for a man in the rivers and lakes who can compete with swords and swords, you should be careful.

Nie Feng lay on the bed and got up, "Senior Brother Yun, Feng'er is fine, don't worry."

"If you have something, how can I explain to him?"

One sentence blocked Nie Feng's voice.

When Duanlang came in, his face was also covered with blood, and he turned around anxiously, "Nie Feng, how are you?"

"I can't die." Nie Feng chuckled.

Seeing Duanlang approaching, Bu Jingyun got up, "Feng'er, Senior Brother Yun has something to do, you go back first." He glanced at Duanlang again, "Take care of him, there will be a delay for a long time, I will definitely To take your life."

"You..." Duan Lang couldn't help feeling angry, of course he didn't need to say this, but it just sounded uncomfortable.

Bu Jingyun let the people under the door go back first, but went to Miyin Temple by himself.

The temple is dilapidated, the steps are broken, weeds are overgrown, and the road is buried.

The surrounding area is quiet and quiet, with no human smoke, only wild birds swooping out from the distant woods, rustling, and a gloomy wind.

The temple is located on the mountainside, with white walls and black tiles, dense forests and clumps, and half of the cornices are exposed.

The woods are quiet and quiet, and halfway through, I heard the sound of water. At the foot of the mountain, there is a stream, with rocks overflowing the water, shining brightly on the setting sun in the mountains, slightly dazzling.

By the stream, on the stone pavement, there was a young monk squatting.

On the other side of him, there was also a black-clothed boy half squatting. His eyes were like black lacquer, his hair was dyed with ink, his face was cut like a knife, his face was handsome and hostile, his figure was slender and elegant, and his whole body exuded an amazing charm. There is also a timid atmosphere.Such a handsome and handsome man is born with a bit of cruel hostility. Even the little nun from the next mountain will be tempted when he sees him!The little monk thought very seriously, sighed secretly, shook his head, "Amitabha!"

The young man knelt down on half knees, splashed water on his face with his hands, his face was half covered by his long hair, he was very handsome, he breathed out, it was so cold that green smoke rose, in this cold day of March, even the little monk could I can't help feeling cold.

The little monk took a look, surprised, and thought for a long time, why is there someone here?After being swept away by the young man, I was so flustered that I didn't care about it so much. I quickly lowered my head and did my own thing. I thought it was useless for Master to scold me again when he saw me like this.

The wooden barrel fell into the water with a "squeak" and was only half full. The little monk scooped water into the barrel with the gourd ladle he brought.

The boy came across the long wooden bridge.

The little monk pretended not to see, but remained calm.

"Dare to ask little master, is this the 'Miyin Temple'?" The boy in black clasped his fists politely.

"Amitabha, back to the benefactor, this is the 'Miyin Temple'."

The little monk didn't speak at first, but at this moment he got up, performed the Buddhist ritual, and then continued to fetch water.

"Master Fuxu lives here?"

"It's the tutor."

"Well, I'm going to see him." The boy said bluntly.

"Amitabha, I don't know why the benefactor came to visit." The little monk bowed lightly, and said in a serious manner, "It's just that the master has long since retired, and he doesn't ask about the world. He ignores everything and doesn't want to see guests. The benefactor, please go back!"

"Please trouble little master to send a message, just say that Bu Jingyun wants to see him." The young man didn't care about the little monk's words, and frowned slightly.

"It turns out that you are Bu Jingyun, and you have heard from Master." The young monk happily picked up the bucket, "Come with me!"

"Trouble!"

The young monk has extraordinary martial arts, carrying a bucket and walking fast, if it were an ordinary person, he would have been left far behind.Every time he walked for a while, he looked back with a smile, as if to see if Bu Jingyun was lost.

Bu Jingyun had no choice but to speed up his pace, walking closely next to his shoulder.

It's true that his stepfather was a bit hypocritical in the past, and he had always been on good terms with Wuming.

When he was young, he also saw himself once, and at that time, he said that he would accept himself as a disciple, and that he would always accompany him under the green lamp for the rest of his life, thinking that he was relieved.

My stepfather was reluctant to let go, and secondly, I didn't want to, so I didn't mention it again.

Speaking of which, so many years have passed, if he had listened to his words back then, or accepted Wuming, at this moment, he would be clean.

Bu Jingyun looked at the mountain gate that was getting closer.

Master Fuxu's martial arts cultivation is as excellent as his ability to chant scriptures and Buddha. They walked all the way into the gate of formation, bypassed the gate of death, entered the gate of life, and finally arrived in the temple.

This is the reason why very few people can find him in the current martial arts world.

Because of this, the martial arts masters who were at the same time as him were dead and hidden, but he could still stay here safely.

"My child, I haven't seen you for many years, how are you doing?"

It was an old man with white hair and white beard, with a kind face and a smile in the corner of his eyes.Although he was a little old, his face was still so young when he looked at it carefully, and it was as rosy and smooth as before.

"Master, Jingyun is fine." Bu Jingyun took a step forward and bowed, but did not kneel down.

"Haha..." The old man stroked his long beard, "You still don't want to kneel down to me, but am I not as good as that 'Xiongba'?"

Bu Jingyun looked blank, neither denying nor defending.

With a genuine smile, he rolled his eyes, "Since you have a good life, why are you here today?"

Bu Jingyun told the truth, "I'm here to ask Master for something."

"What good thing?" Buxu smiled.

"At that time, I remember the master said 'Mengpo tea' to me."

He said with a real smile: "It is said that Mengpo tea is only for the ghosts on the road to the Yellow Springs. After drinking Mengpo tea, the ghosts will forget all their past, and then reincarnate in the six realms, come to the world again, and be reborn! My teacher was in this Miyin Temple when he was alive. He is proficient in both Buddhism and medicine. He studied hard all his life and searched for thousands of different herbs. In his later years, he finally realized a kind of medicine that is similar to Mengpo tea. Obtaining thousands of different herbs is only enough to refine two rare medicines."

And 15 years ago, the other one was dissolved in tea as soon as it was smelted, and was drunk by Buxu. He no longer remembers everything before the age of 15.

"Jing Yun came to ask for 'Wang Wang Pill' today."

With a genuine smile, "There is only one pill, and I gave it to you at that time, but you don't want it, but at this time, I come to beg again."

Bu Jingyun's dark eyes became heavy, "Yes."

"If I don't give it, how?"

"That Jingyun offended."

While speaking, a move of "Unexplainable Sadness" suddenly struck, and the people sitting were shocked.With a sudden turn, in an instant, countless palm shadows flew vertically and horizontally, interweaving into a dense palm net.

"Good boy, Wuming didn't see you at the beginning, so he is really stupid to accept boy Chen." As he spoke, he moved his palm in a roundabout way, and there was a softness in his palm, which was impressively the "small transfer" of "karma transfer formula". "Small Zhuanye" was originally used to take off the opponent's energy, but as soon as he used it, Bu Jingyun's energy was taken away by most of it.

After three or two moves, he laughed out loud, "Jingyun, if you were my apprentice, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."

Bu Jingyun smiled at the words, "Master shows love." As he spoke, he swung the sword.

Fuxu finally got old, after a while he was out of breath, he waved his hand and said: "Okay, stop beating, I don't have any strength anymore."

Suddenly, he said to Bu Jingyun: "It's not difficult to ask for the 'Wang Wang Pill', you have to promise me a condition, how about it?"

"Okay." Bu Jingyun wrapped his long arms around, and the Longyuan sword in his hand shoved into its sheath.