The next morning, Yue Fengyang got up very early and looked in high spirits. He must have slept soundly last night. After washing up, Feng Ling'er had already laid out breakfast. The two of them finished breakfast leisurely. Under Feng Ling'er's leadership, they came to

Go to Feng Lao's residence.

"Little guy, are you still used to living there? This place is nothing like a manor." Seeing Yue Fengyang come in, Feng Lao asked with a smile.

Yue Fengyang saluted, "Thank you, Mr. Feng, for your concern. I ate well and slept well. I don't want to leave anymore."

"Hahaha! That's good. I was worried that a young man like you wouldn't be used to living in this remote corner of the country. It seems that you are worrying too much." Old Feng twirled his beard with his hand and squinted his eyes.

"Oh, there's just one thing. Please, Mr. Feng, please recall Fengling'er. You treat her as your own child, how can you let her be my maid? If you don't mind, I will be compatible with Fengling'er brother and sister from now on." Yue Fengyang was really sincere.

I feel that Feng Ling'er is very inappropriate to be a maid.

"Well..." After pondering for a moment, Feng Lao nodded, "Since the eldest young master has spoken, I don't have any objections. Let's do this. Feng Ling'er will live in the same courtyard as you. You are both young people. We can chat sometimes.

Not to mention whether to serve or not, just act like brothers and sisters and take care of each other."

"Thank you, Mr. Feng, for your understanding." Yue Fengyang looked at Feng Chime with a smile. Feng Ling'er looked indifferent and played with a strand of black hair with his fingers.

He asked Feng Ling'er to retreat and closed the courtyard door. The two of them sat on the stone bench in the courtyard. Feng Lao picked up the teacup, took a sip, and turned to look at Yue Fengyang, "There was a lot of movement on the top of Wuzhang Mountain the night before yesterday.

Ah, hehehe."

"Ah!?" Yue Fengyang looked at Feng Lao in surprise with his mouth open, wondering in his heart, could someone have seen him?

Seeing Yue Fengyang's appearance, Feng Lao smiled mysteriously, and while using the cup lid to grate tea leaves, he said: "I also made a guess. Our garden is at the foot of Wuzhang Mountain. I sensed the movement on the top of the mountain that night.

Here we go, before you came yesterday, I went to the top of the mountain, tsk tsk tsk, I also saw that scene."

"Oh, so that's it, but how could Mr. Feng think it was me?" Yue Fengyang was still a little wary. He didn't quite believe what Mr. Feng said.

"Haha, although I am just guessing, it is not without any basis. I felt three residual auras on the top of the mountain.

, It should belong to three people, and there is an aura among them that feels very similar to yours, so I tested you, and it seems that I guessed it right." Old Feng pushed the tea cup in front of Yue Fengyang towards Yue Fengyang again, signaling him.

Drinking tea, Yue Fengyang picked up the teacup, but his eyes kept looking at Feng Lao. He was not sure what the purpose of the old man in front of him was, and he was thinking about countermeasures.

Old Feng stroked his silver beard and said with a smile: "Young Master, do you know who I am?".

Yue Fengyang was frozen there holding the teacup. Why did Mr. Feng ask this question, whether he was an enemy or a friend. If he was an enemy, it should be on Yue Feng's side...

"Aren't you Feng Lao?" Yue Fengyang, who looked at a loss, felt very passive at the moment. He put down his teacup, stood up and bowed his hands, "Please let Mr. Feng speak clearly." He didn't like being passive, so it was better to take the initiative.

Feng Lao motioned for him to sit down, no longer being pretentious, and spoke slowly.

It turned out that Feng Lao was not a member of the Yue family, but a guest invited by Yue Fengyang's father Yue Lei. One of the elders of the Yue family with a foreign surname had a close friendship with Yue Lei. The two had been friends for many years, and were both teachers and friends. After Yue Lei's death, Yue Lei

vibrate

He intended to invite Mr. Feng to serve as the Great Elder, but Mr. Feng declined on the grounds that he was old and could not bear the heavy responsibility, and asked to live in Xingyuan. Mr. Feng lamented Yue Lei's untimely death and expressed regret for not being able to do so.

Protect Yue

Lei felt guilty. When Yue Fengyang came to Xingyuan, Feng Lao felt even more uncomfortable. After Yue Fengyang's experience in the past few years, he felt even more ashamed of Yue Lei when he saw that the lives of Yue Lei's descendants were not satisfactory, and he

He has always had doubts about Yue Lei's death, feeling that something was a bit strange. He was not present at that battle, otherwise nothing would have happened to Yue Lei, but he did not have any substantial evidence in his hands.

Hearing this, Yue Fengyang breathed a sigh of relief. Mr. Feng was his father's close friend, so he was certainly not an enemy. He let out a sigh of relief, picked up the tea cup, and drank it in one gulp.

"Young Master, how about I accept you as my disciple?" Feng Lao suddenly said, and Yue Fengyang's eyes lit up. If Feng Lao was invited by his father, he must not be a mediocre person, and if he could be treated as a distinguished guest by his father, he must be an outstanding person.

, it is certain that he is very capable, but he is curious about how high this old man Feng can be?

Seeing that Yue Fengyang didn't answer and looked thoughtful, Mr. Feng chuckled and said, "I am called Feng Xiu."

, in this Wuzhang County, I am not the one who can stand above me!" After saying that, he slapped the stone table, and with a muffled "bang" sound, the stone table collapsed. Yue Fengyang looked at Feng Lao's whole body.

The momentum increased, and small whirlwinds rose around his body. Yue Fengyang jumped back reflexively and left a distance. Feng Lao shook his right arm, and a hand glowed with cyan.

The spiritual knife appeared in his hand, and in an instant, a green whirlwind appeared out of thin air in the yard, and actually involved the heavy stone table and benches in it, spinning in the air, and a suction force actually pulled Yue Fengyang towards the whirring whirlwind.

, he quickly grabbed the trunk of a jujube tree next to him, trying his best to resist the strong suction, and the clothes on his body were faintly torn again.

Seeing Yue Fengyang's surprised look, Feng Lao nodded with satisfaction. With a shake of his arm, the spirit knife disappeared. The aura on his body gradually calmed down, and the whirlwind also disappeared. With a "Boom!!!", the stone bench fell to the ground.

Crack the green bricks on the ground.

"Young Master, my spiritual sword is called Qingfeng Slash. Is it pretty powerful?" Looking at Feng Lao standing with his hands behind his back, Yue Fengyang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, nodded with surprise, and sorted out the mess.

He fell to the ground and bowed, "Master is here, please bow to me, disciple!".

"Hahaha! Okay! Okay!".

He lifted Yue Fengyang up and looked at the descendants of his old friend kindly. His eyes were full of expectations and he made up his mind to pass on all he had learned in his life to this boy.

"Fengyang, why don't you show me your spiritual sword?" Now that he is a master and disciple, Mr. Feng has become more affectionate with Yue Fengyang, "You must have had an adventure that night!"

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Yue Fengyang raised his hand in response, and with a thought, Black Fire appeared in his hand. There was no majestic movement like Feng Lao, and he could no longer be normal. He looked at the large kitchen knife in his hand with some embarrassment. Yue Fengyang scratched his hair.

smiled.

"Use the power of your soul to drive it, let me see." Feng Lao frowned slightly.

Yue Fengyang calmed down, drew out the soul power from the inner elixir, and poured it into the black fire. With a "bang!", the black flames wrapped the blade, the flames roared, and the surrounding temperature skyrocketed in vain. He felt abnormal.

The high temperature made even Feng Laojing take a step back, staring intently at the spiritual knife in Yue Fengyang's hand, his brows slightly furrowed in thought...
Chapter completed!