The second volume, the entry into the WTO, the eighty-eighth chapter, a letter from Feng Ao, and re-entering the arena
In the next few months, Feng Yu hardly went out except for necessary studies and greetings. During this period, he secretly went to the military department to meet with the old prince and asked many questions.
Feng Yu's martial arts talent is indeed unique. He can often draw inferences from one instance and make rapid progress. Although he doesn't know how to create a ghost clone from Chang Zi, the leader of the Phantom Sword Sect, he still understands the superior Qing Kung Fu. Thinking about it, he can't transform into multiple people at the same time.
The Dōnei Riki Xuanying surrounds the enemy, but it can connect a series of attacks one after another. It seems that it can also achieve a certain effect by just making a cage-like move around the enemy's body.
It's easier to think about than it is to do. To realize this idea, the requirements for swordsmanship are too high. Those who can integrate their arms with the sword are all famous swordsmen in the world. Feng Yu is also
I have been practicing and growing, but I have become more and more proficient in the Luoying Palm and Qiang Finger I learned before, and I can basically use them freely. This is a big help, especially when I don’t have a sword in my hand.
"Feng Yu, would you like to have dinner together tonight so we can discuss your recent study experience?"
Feng Yu happened to have nothing to do, so he planned to agree. Before he could say anything, teacher Li Yuanming came over and shouted: "Feng Yu, please stay for a while. The dean wants to ask you to come over because he has something to do with you."
"Can I go after dinner?"
"What do you think? The dean only has so much time to deal with official matters every day, and you are still picky. Go!"
"Okay, then you go, I won't have dinner with you."
The door to the military department was open. Feng Yu didn't knock on the door when he arrived, and walked directly into the middle room. Inside
Qin Yi was looking at a letter in his hand carefully. Every time Feng Yu saw the second grandfather, he would observe it first. His breathing was steady and his movements were strong. Although he was low on energy, he had recovered more than half of his strength.
"Sit down when you come. I've said it several times. In private, I am your grandfather. There is no need to be restrained. In this regard, our temperaments are similar."
"Second Grandpa, my grandson used to come to you if he didn't understand something. Today you come to me. Is there something wrong?"
"There is indeed something going on, otherwise I would be so generous as to invite you to drink tea? Take a look, there is a letter written by your master on the desk, and he plans to let you go."
Feng Yu had not heard from his master for a long time, so he immediately picked up the letter, tore it open in front of his face, and read it.
"Junze, my disciple, my master knows about your pseudonym Feng Yu, and understands your filial piety, so I will call you Yu'er from now on. I am writing to you this time because I have something for you to do. I didn't want to disturb you at first.
You study, but your second grandfather said that you have learned almost everything in class, and you have personally gone on an expedition. Recently, you have been very lazy. My teacher is afraid that you will slack off in your cultivation, and you don’t understand the world of people. After thinking about it again, I still need to find something to do.
I'll do it for you, young man. You can't be too lazy, and you can't help your second grandfather and ignore your master and me. We will discuss the specific matters after you return to Tianji Tower. Feng Aozi, apprentice Feng Yu
Sincerely."
Feng Yu rolled his eyes at Second Grandpa, "Second Grandpa, you did meet my master during those days of healing and seclusion. I think your recovery so quickly must be attributed to Grandpa Yun. How do you and your master talk about me on weekdays?
In Master Qingqing’s eyes, I’m just a gangster who doesn’t want to make progress.”
"Isn't it? Only Jicheng's affairs are handled fairly well, isn't it the same for the others?"
Feng Yu was so angry that his hair almost stood up, "Me! Okay, okay, you guys are great, I can't beat you, whatever you say is okay, that's it. I'll go back and pack my luggage."
"Wait a minute, grandson, you can't be filial to your master and forget about the second grandpa. Come on, take this bag with you and wait until you finish your master's business before you open it."
Feng Yu retracted his hand that he just stretched out, "What do you mean, Second Grandpa, you don't think your next mission is my next one, do you?"
"Yes, cough, cough, cough, look, I'm seriously injured and can't do anything. I can't trust those students, but you can still make sense. If you don't go, who will go?"
Feng Yu took a few deep breaths and nodded heavily, "Okay, I'll go, I will definitely go. Second Grandpa, you can rest in peace and cultivate yourself. Your grandson won't disturb you. You must have a good rest. Don't make yourself angry to death."
My uncle and cousin are far away and no one can come back."
"Don't worry, your second grandfather, I won't die before you come back."
Taking the letter and the tips bag, Feng Yu hurried back to the room. It was just a joke. It was just that the relationship between the grandfather and grandson had become better recently. Some things should not be taken carelessly. The letter was slowly burned in the candlelight.
It turned into ashes. It only took a few minutes for Feng Yu to finish packing his luggage. However, there was actually nothing to pack. Food, drink, housing and transportation? In the end, he simply threw it all back and got more money.
Turning to look at the two swords on the sword stand, the deepest secret in Feng Yu's heart flashed out again. After careful consideration, Feng Yu still took the Yunshui Sword, and Jun Xie made it the exclusive property of King Huai.
Bar.
He simply walked out of the door, holding the royal jade pendant, and checked the pass without any hindrance. He rode a horse and rushed to the teacher's gate. Apart from looking for an inn and buying food, there was nothing else to do along the way, but occasionally
I could hear some people praising themselves for catching thieves in the capital and being a rare soldier in Jicheng. I don’t know if the second grandpa deliberately publicized it or if someone saw it with his own eyes. I always feel that this credit belongs to King Huai.
Feng Yu is too lazy to care and doesn't want to care. He hasn't returned to his master's school for a long time. According to the rules, he is not allowed to go back. Is there something important?
Hurrying slowly, it took ten days to reach the Qinling Mountains. I entered the gate in the old way, but was stopped by two nephews, er, you could also say senior brothers, at the checkpoint.
"No idlers are allowed to enter the Tianji Tower."
Feng Yu sweated profusely, "Two senior brothers, this is Qin Junze, we should have met each other."
"Oh, really, I'm sorry, we didn't know each other after we left the house."
"I know the rules of Tianji Tower, but the master asked me to come back. He must have something to entrust to me, and I hope it will be convenient for the two senior brothers."
"The old landlord never gave us any instructions. If you lie to us, we will be punished to clean the toilet."
Feng Yu rolled his eyes at the two of them. He didn't know me. He also knew that the old poster was my master. It was intentional! It was definitely intentional!
"Then forgive me for offending, junior brother."
After saying this, Feng Yu knew that these two people did it deliberately, so naturally he would not wait and just rush in.
A paper fan suddenly opened in his hand, Tian Luo Bu started walking, and the paper fan floated past the senior brother's face. Unexpectedly, there were two seventh-grade ones. I hadn't noticed it just now. How could there be a disciple of Tianji Tower?
It was easy to get along, so the two of them drew their weapons and counterattacked, trapping Feng Yu in the middle and attacking from both sides.
Although any of them are very powerful if they take out any one, Feng Yu is now half-step to the eighth-level realm. He has a small sword intention. Everything hidden in his hand can be used as a sword. He can dismantle dozens of moves and a paper fan can easily do it.
I wanted to take advantage of them, but I didn't expect that these two senior brothers didn't know which master taught them. They would not give up until they died. They knew they couldn't beat them, but they still insisted on chasing them. Feng Yu didn't want to hurt them, so he could only
Keep dodging and hitting.
"Hey, brothers, you might as well go in and ask the old landlord, don't you know? Why should I be so serious? I'm really not a bad person!"
"Stop talking nonsense and watch your moves!"
Feng Yu was really helpless, flipping the paper fan back in his hand, gathering Qi with his left hand, and brought up the petals on the surrounding trees to fly along the trajectory of the Qi. It was really beautiful for a while, but the two people in front of him felt something strange in this beautiful scenery.
pressure.
Feng Yu struck out with a palm, and countless petals rushed towards them with a combination of hardness and softness. The two of them were no match, and they couldn't block the palm at all, so they flew out directly. However, Feng Yu would not hurt them, but was short-lived.
We can't fight anymore within the time limit.
"I can go in now."
Just when Feng Yu was about to take a big step forward, he suddenly felt that the air around him had become colder, and a faint chill stung his skin.
The moment Feng Yu stopped, he felt a sword energy coming from behind him. He quickly opened the paper fan and turned around to resist. A simple and elegant but extremely cold sword came towards the catkin of a beautiful woman.
, it turned out to be her.
Feng Yu kept retreating in a straight line, and the distance between the tip of the Snow Sword and the paper fan was separated by one centimeter by the two internal forces.
"Senior Sister Jiang, I haven't seen you for almost two years. Your strength has improved rapidly. You are already at the ninth level."
A cool and gentle voice came from under the veil: "Junior brother, you are growing up very fast, and you are almost at the eighth level."
Feng Yu stepped hard on the ground with his right foot, and used his right hand to rotate the paper fan around the thin snow sword, and opened the stab from under the sword. He put force on his feet and leaned down. The two of them passed each other face to face, and their eyes locked for a moment.
When they looked at each other and stood still, the two of them turned around and pointed out their fingers together. Two qi were quickly launched, rubbing against each other between them, and melting between heaven and earth.
"Sister, it seems that the master already knows that I have arrived and sent you to pick me up."
"You're overthinking it. The old landlord asked me to be his apprentice, not you."
Feng Yu's smiling face suddenly froze, isn't it me? Another new disciple has been accepted?
"That's right, it's not you who the old landlord asked us to wait for. You want to break into the sect without permission. Senior sister, teach him a lesson!" The two senior brothers who had just gotten up were still acting. They didn't understand. All three of them clearly recognized me.
Yeah, why are you still saying that?
Feng Yu closed the paper fan and carefully recalled the master's letter. He almost knew it by heart, but he still didn't find anything else. It's me but it's not me. What do you mean? Now that I can't beat him, what else can I do?
Suddenly, an idea suddenly appeared in my mind, and I thought of the sentence "I am very pleased to know that your pseudonym is Feng Yu." Could it be?
Feng Yu bowed his hands and bowed to the three of them again, and said with a smile: "Disciple Feng Yu, I came to Tianji Tower to discuss some matters on the order of my master. I hope that my senior brother and sister can make it convenient for me."
Only then did several people calm down and take back their weapons, "Junior brother, please."
Alas, it seems that the world of rivers and lakes and temples will really become distinct from each other in the future.