After the master and the disciple understood the reason why Shen Feng wrote the poem, they both fell silent.
Uncle Ding's face seemed a little uncertain, but Ding Jian's eyes were a little more eager to try.
If Ding Jian wants to protect Shen Fengshu, the instigator, the risk is not ordinary. Uncle Ding and Ding Jian vividly express the idea that the older you get, the less courageous you become, and that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.
"I really can't blame you." After carefully considering what happened, Uncle Ding also sighed.
The raging demons in Upper Jiuzhou are actually related to a holy demon awakened by a poem written by a boy from Lower Jiuzhou. This thing sounds fantastical, but it happened.
Writing poetry is also inspired by feelings. Who could have known that it would cause such a huge change?
Langhuan Academy was wiped out, and there was no way to redress the grievances. An old man like Uncle Ding immediately understood why, the academy was only used as a sacrifice or gift to please some great monks from Shangjiuzhou.
And this Shen Fengshu, the son of an old friend, is probably another gift, but those people won't do anything too outrageous, like a mortal, that's all.
"Your father will let you come out alone?" Uncle Ding looked at Shen Fengshu and asked in surprise: "Is he relieved?"
"Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. Don't worry about your children and grandchildren." Shen Fengshu said with a smile, which could be regarded as expressing his father's mentality.
This sentence made Uncle Ding's eyes light up slightly. When he turned to look at Ding Jian, his eyes seemed to be slightly different.
"It's okay to venture out!" The next moment, Uncle Ding's eyes softened, he looked at Ding Jian, then at Shen Fengshu, and nodded.
Ding Jian's eyes became brighter and brighter. He seemed to be a little impatient, and his whole body was filled with a sharpness that wanted to break through everything.
However, Shen Fengshu keenly discovered that Uncle Ding's aura seemed to have changed. It seemed that some invisible things that were hindering him were instantly removed. His whole person became clear and beautiful, revealing a sharpness that was completely different from Ding Jian's. .
Then Ding Jian also noticed the change in Uncle Ding's aura, and a smile appeared on his cool face. He knew his master better than Shen Fengshu, which was a sign of another breakthrough in his cultivation and state of mind! It turns out that his master In the past ten years, all kinds of obstacles are on his own body! At this moment, Ding Jian was happy for his master from the bottom of his heart. Even the hard work of the previous ten years was not felt. In his heart, in fact, he was Make your own teacher
The father has become a father!
"I'm going to go have a drink with your father. You guys should do whatever you want." Uncle Ding, who wanted to understand, didn't want to say any more nonsense and just sent the two of them away.
Seeing Uncle Ding getting a flying sword out of nowhere, with a touch of sword light from his hand, the person disappeared on the spot, leaving only a vague warning in the air: "Remember to take him to see more fun and exciting things."
What does it mean to be fun and exciting? Shen Fengshu was speechless. Let a 16-year-old child take a 20-year-old brother to experience the sensuality of dogs and horses? I haven't experienced it myself, okay?
Turning around, he saw Ding Jian's hungry eyes. Shen Fengshu shook his head and sighed, forget it, let's take this poor child to have a good meal first!
"Let's go! Find a place to take a shower and change clothes first." She greeted Ding Jian loudly, and Shen Fengshu began to wonder about what delicious food was nearby.
Thinking about it is in vain. Shen Fengshu has never lived here, and he is not familiar with the neighborhood. It is deserted for dozens of miles, and the nearest town is still sixty miles away. What are you thinking about?
The master and the apprentice walked away neatly. Ding Jian did not look back at the things in the small mountain temple and showed no nostalgia.
"Is there nothing commemorative here?" Shen Fengshu also followed down the mountain and asked curiously. After all, after living for more than ten or twenty years, there are always some things that carry happy memories, right?
"Sword!" Ding Jian, holding the sword on his back, responded coolly.
So boring!
"Crazy Sword Sect, are you the master and the disciple alone?" Shen Fengshu thought of another question and asked curiously.
"Yeah!" Ding Jian's answer was always concise and to the point.
"Then your master plans to let you go out for training, will he leave some wealth for you?" Shen Fengshu asked a boring question again.
"You!" Ding Jian answered each question word by word.
At first, Shen Fengshu didn't understand what the relationship between him and his family was. After walking a few steps, he suddenly realized that he was a human-shaped wallet.
I can't bear it anymore, what's this? Have the two masters and apprentices been waiting for me to take advantage of the big family?
The resentful Shen Fengshu got on his horse and headed straight for the nearest town. Ding Jian still followed on foot, not feeling that he had been abused at all, only happy to be out of the mountain. In a small inn in the town, he saw Shen Feng, who was dressed luxuriously and wearing a tall horse. The waiter at the bookstore immediately greeted him enthusiastically, but facing Ding Jian, who was in rags and slovenly clothes, the waiter did not hide his disdain and almost cursed him.
Kicked out.
Of course, all the pretentiousness came to an abrupt end after Shen Fengshu threw a large piece of silver to Ding Jian, and instantly became two distinguished guests in the waiter's mouth.
The new-look Ding Jian is indeed very handsome, and Shen Fengshu feels that he is only a little bit worse than himself. The only thing that makes people uncomfortable is that the broken sword that Ding Jian was carrying on his back is still on his back, which is unusual. of incongruity.
"How about changing to a good-looking one?" Shen Fengshu looked at it for a long time, still feeling awkward, and couldn't help but suggest: "I have a few good ones." Originally, Shen Fengshu had no intention of getting a positive answer. Yes, when you think about it, you know how a monk, especially a sword cultivator, could just replace his sword just because it didn't look good. But he really looked awkward, so he mentioned it.
come out.
What he never expected was that while Ding Jian buried his head in that huge elbow, he answered inarticulately: "Okay!"
Shen Fengshu couldn't believe his ears. Did he hear wrong just now? Did Ding Jian hide the word "no" vaguely because he was eating something in his mouth?
"What I'm talking about is changing the sword!" Shen Fengshu quickly emphasized again: "It's the commemorative sword you mentioned."
"Okay!" Ding Jian stopped eating this time, looked up at Shen Fengshu and gave him a very clear answer.
Shen Fengshu was immediately stunned. Can a sword cultivator really change the sword in his hand so casually? Suddenly, he had an absurd thought, aren't the two masters and disciples of the Crazy Sword Sect a little unreliable?
"Really?" Shen Fengshu confirmed again: "I have been carrying the sword since I was a child."
"Yeah!" Ding Jian had already buried his head and ate another piece of elbow. He hummed, accompanied by a large nod, which was undoubtedly confirmed.
"Don't swords need to be sharpened?" Shen Fengshu asked puzzledly: "A sword that has been sharpened for more than ten years can be replaced at any time?"
"I'm sharpening the sword of the heart, not this one." Ding Jian probably said more because his fat elbow was full and happy, "This one is just a good one. It made me first know what a sword is." That’s all.”
"So you can talk in long paragraphs!" Shen Fengshu laughed: "I thought you could only dance word by word."
"Tired!" Ding Jian, a kid who doesn't always praise, would fall back into his old ways and start answering with one word again.
"Then what kind of sword do you need?" So, Shen Fengshu was once again overwhelmed by the weird training method of the Mad Sword Sect and asked about Ding Jian's attributes.
"Any attribute." Ding Jian looked in a certain direction: "We will talk about this later, we should go."
Without Ding Jian's reminder, Shen Fengshu already knew what happened through the battlefield scanning system.
In the direction that Ding Jian was looking at, a battle was taking place more than ten miles away. It was not a battle between mortals, but a battle between monks. Although it was still more than ten miles away, Ding Jian was undoubtedly a qualified The protector, at least mentally qualified, took Shen Fengshu away in the opposite direction. Shen Fengshu was a mortal in his mind. If he wanted to protect Shen Fengshu, he had to
Stay away from these disputes. No matter how curious you are, you must leave.
"Have you built a foundation?" Shen Fengshu asked in surprise after leaving the town.
Being able to find monks fighting more than ten miles away, it is obvious that Ding Jian's cultivation level is not low, and he should at least be able to use his spiritual consciousness.
"Yeah!" Ding Jian didn't look back all the way, pulling Shen Fengshu's horse and hurried on. This is the fastest practitioner among the monks Shen Fengshu has seen, except for his sister. He has succeeded in building foundation at this age, although he is faster than The two sisters have been building the foundation for five years and ten years. They are slightly less qualified, but they are definitely geniuses. At least.
They are much better than Shen Fengshu, an unqualified person. The two of them thought very well that staying away from disputes should be the best way to avoid disasters, but they didn't expect that disputes would take the initiative. Obviously, There was a battle on the other side of the town more than ten miles away, and suddenly they were fighting in this direction.
What's the point?
"Be careful!" Ding Jian suddenly pulled Shen Fengshu off his horse while he was on the road and protected him behind him: "Follow me." Two people were being chased, a man and a woman. The man looked older, and the woman and Shen Fengshu was about the same age. The two of them were chased by four monks in white clothes. The male monk resisted for a while and then took the girl and fled for a while, while the four who were chasing him were in a panic.
The white-clothed gentleman is very busy, just like a cat playing with a mouse, usually only one person takes action, his clothes are fluttering, like a fairy.
"Senior Brother An?" Still far away, Shen Fengshu suddenly recognized the old man who was being hunted. It was Senior Brother An Zhengling'an, and he couldn't help but shout out.
"Is there any fish that slipped through the net?" Although Shen Fengshu's voice was not loud, the leader of the four monks who were chasing him heard it clearly and looked over with a cold look.
Two mortals, a mortal nobleman, and a fake nobleman who looks like a rough man. He is not used to wearing good clothes and is carrying a tattered sword, which is not worth a penny.
The old man I called Senior Brother, I think he was a student and servant of Langhuan Academy.
"Kill them!" the leader gave the order casually and never looked here again. The mortal students of the academy may be a little unfair, but there is no way. Who can count them as disciples of Langhuan Academy? It's okay if they can't meet them.
That's all, but if you encounter one, you can only blame them for their bad luck.