Feng Yifei saw a scholar wearing a light gray robe and holding a book of books leisurely walking.

He is about thirty years old and looks quite literati and elegant, with a pale face.

But the name he revealed was "Big Monument Wrestler" Lu Shuyi.

It is actually the leader of the 'Liuhe Qinglong'.

The nickname is really not in line with his image at all. He is like an ordinary literati, with a high level and a blood-red logo.

Before Feng Yifei could speak, Lu Shuyi laughed, "My junior brother's Red Fire Eyes are indeed powerful, and they are not affected by this formation at all."

"It's too much, hello, senior brother." Feng Yifei quickly bowed and greeted him.

Before he became a disciple, the junior brother called him first. His attitude was quite kind, as if it was not just about favorability.

Is this because I have received the news long ago?

It is reasonable that Cai Jing, the uncle of the cheapest, had already been notified by someone, and he also recommended him. Yuan Shisanxian would never go against his intentions and refused to accept them.

Accepting disciples is a foregone conclusion.

"I am Lu Shuyi, the eldest disciple of Master Yuan, please follow me." Lu Shu raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

After saying that, he walked out.

Feng Yifei immediately followed.

Lu Shuyi circled left and right in the forest, and obviously there was a set of methods to go out of formation.

Although Feng Yifei was not affected by the mystery and could enter directly, he could only follow him patiently at this moment.

Lu Shu suddenly said, "Junior brother, have you hurt the seventh place in the world a few days ago?"

Feng Yifei's thoughts were lit up, and he felt that there was nothing to hide. "He was injured and didn't know, he just ran away."

Lu Shuyi chuckled, "Haha, the seventh in the world is equal to me, and you are also your senior brother. However, those who don't know are innocent, and the seventh in the world are always arrogant. You can make a fictitious effort."

Feng Yifei was stunned, "The seventh in the world is actually a disciple of Master Yuan?"

Lu Shu nodded, "He is still Master Yuan's favorite disciple. We can only get one unique skill to teach Master Yuan, but he only gets three."

Feng Yifei immediately felt a little confused. Yuan Shisanxian and Mr. Zhuge both turned against each other and became enemies. He wouldn't have killed Xu Tianyi. He ordered the seventh in the world to do it, right?

Will there be trouble if he is broken?

Everyone has been saved, and there is nothing to say. Now I can only walk.

Even if he did it again, Feng Yifei would still rescue Xu Tianyi.

Then again, when the seventh in the world talked about the origin of his name, he seemed to have little respect for Yuan Thirteen Limits, and just included Yuan Thirteen Limits as one of the six people ahead of him.

After walking for a while, he left the woods and suddenly became clear ahead.

The forest is filled with cold air, but the valley inside is full of flowers, competing for beauty, as if it is a paradise.

A very wide manor is located in the valley, with a bit of quiet and elegant taste.

The plaque above the vermilion gate has black gold characters and is written with the three words "Yuanshen Mansion".

As soon as Lu Shu entered the door.

The courtyard is very large, with a pavilion, rockery, lotus pond and a martial arts field on one side, and there is an eighteen kinds of weapons on the weapon stand next to it.

Two scribes dressed in a pavilion were playing chess.

‘Raise the crane in the Gushan Mountain’ Ye Qiwu, ‘There is no first in literature’ Qiwenliu.

Both of them look gentle and kind, without the evil spirits of people from the world, but rather full of books.

On the martial arts field, a thick man was punching and hammering quickly at the wooden stake, and bursts of thunderous sounds came from the air.

There is nothing surprising about his martial arts skills, but his power is strong and heavier, which is more like boxing.

‘Shenquan Taibao’ Gu Tiesan.

His image is like a hero from the world who comes and goes in the wind and rain. His temperament is completely different from Lu Shuyi, Ye Qiwu, and Qi Wenliu.

Seeing Lu Shuyi walking into the courtyard with Feng Yifei, Ye Qiwu and Qi Wenliu both looked up, bowed from afar, nodded with a smile.

Feng Yifei also clasped his fists and returned a bow.

"This is your fifth senior brother Ye Qiwu, and your sixth senior brother Qi Wenliu." Lu Shu gave a tip of advice and introduced.

The two of them just said hello and then lowered their heads to pay attention to the chessboard in front of them.

Gu Tiesan on the martial arts field stopped and shouted, "You are Feng Yifei, the disciple you want to acquire. I heard that you have a sharp fingering technique and rarely meet the opponent. When you meet, come over and let's have a chance to get close to each other."

Is your closeness a fight?

Feng Yifei was considering whether to agree, so he heard Lu Shu say to Gu Tiexan, "San, you practice yourself, the younger brother is a new entry. Master should teach him martial arts and practice. How can I have free time to pay attention to you?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Tie San grabbed his head in disappointment, and then punched the wooden man stake.

Lu Shu turned his head and smiled, "This is your third senior brother Gu Tiesan, but you don't need to mind. He is just a madman in martial arts. He wants to compete when he sees a master. It's not that he is trying to make things difficult for you. He wants to give you a warning."

"It's okay, I don't mind." Feng Yifei smiled.

Just looking at it this way, Ye Qiwu, who had pretended to be ruthless, seemed obsessed with playing chess. His expression was not fake, but he was fully focused on the chess game.

Qi Wenliu's hobby cannot be seen, Gu Tiesan is a martial arts fanatic, and his senior brother Lu Shuyi has been writing it all the time, and his hobby should be reading.

Everyone has their own preferences.

When I walked through the vestibule, I saw a tall and thin man who looked like a sour scholar walking back and forth in the small garden, sometimes lowering his head and sometimes looking up at the sky, looking thoughtful.

He muttered, "The water is shimmering and beautiful when it is sunny, and the mountains are misty and strange when it is raining. Good sentences, good sentences..."

Second senior brother, "Flying Stars' Sword of Hate" Yan Shier.

"Second brother, you are still thinking about that poem." Lu Shu asked.

Yan Shier then looked up and said, "That exiled Lord Su is really an expert in writing. He can write such a wonderful poem that is rare in the ages. Unfortunately, I can't drink and talk to him and ask for advice."

"You have been studying for more than half a day." Lu Shuyi shook his head helplessly and sighed, "This is Feng Yifei, the junior brother who is about to join the master's disciple."

After saying that, he introduced to Feng Yifei, "This is the second among our brothers, Yan Shier."

I could see it, Feng Yifei muttered in his heart and bowed, "I've seen the second senior brother."

Yan Shier smiled kindly, clasped his fists and bowed, and said, "Young junior brother, senior brother, he is a nerd, he likes to study so much. He doesn't understand the wonderful rhyme of poetry at all. He can't tell me about it. Do you understand poetry?"

Feng Yifei was stunned. Seeing that he was so obsessed with poetry, he became playful and smiled, "I don't understand much, but I have heard a few good poems."

From elementary school to university, who hasn’t learned a few poems?

"Oh?" Yan Shier smiled happily, "Let me recite one and listen to it. I'm afraid there are not many poems in this world that I haven't heard before."
Chapter completed!