Who knew that this ordinary question would actually arouse the girl's dissatisfaction. She stamped her feet and raised her eyebrows, looking very unhappy.
"You guys don't even know how to ask a question! Why do you have to ask someone's last name?"
Feng Ziyue was stunned for a moment, "If you don't ask about your surname, what should you ask?"
This was a necessary question during normal interactions, but the woman seemed to know that she was wrong, so she just snorted and stopped pursuing it.
"Don't you know that some people don't have surnames?"
"No last name?"
In the secular world, there are some poor families with nameless girls. Feng Ziyue has heard of it. Anyway, the daughter will get married eventually, and the parents are too lazy to give her a name. At most, there is a nickname in the family. After she gets married, she will be named.
Called XX, there is still no name.
However, Feng Ziyue had never heard of anyone without a surname.
The woman nodded proudly, "I don't have a surname, my name is Menghuang."
"Miss Menghuang?"
Feng Ziyue cupped his hands and said, "It's indeed a good name. Then I'll thank Miss Menghuang for her kindness in coming to visit, and I'll invite you!"
He extended his hand to send it off and made a gesture of seeing off guests.
Menghuang was furious, "You don't know how to do anything else besides chasing people away?"
She has a distinguished status. Who on the Canglan Holy Mountain dares to talk to her like this? Who would not be polite when meeting her?
Who would have thought that this Feng Ziyue would appear today, and he would be the topic of the day in the Presbyterian Council, and everyone was excited, as if it was such an incredible thing to have passed the Tianwu Trial.
Menghuang didn't believe it, so he came here masked to see what kind of person Feng Ziyue was.
Who knows that at first glance, he is just an ordinary young man. Although he has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, he looks quite talented, but he looks very weak and there is nothing special about him.
After a few words of conversation, he was in a hurry to see off the guests - could he be so unwilling to be seen by others? Could Menghuang not be angry?
Feng Ziyue was helpless, "Miss Menghuang came here at night, saying she wanted to see if I was a monster with three heads and six arms. Now she has seen it. You said I am rude to guests, and I also asked my name - I don't know if there are others."
What's up?"
Menghuang was at a loss for words. Indeed, she had already finished speaking, and she didn’t know what to say next. However, she was very unruly by nature. She was the only one who always won in arguments. When had she ever been defeated by someone else?
Naturally, she was unwilling to admit defeat and snorted coldly: "This may not necessarily be the case. You are not a monster with three heads and six arms, but you may also have transformed into some kind of demon. I haven't investigated it carefully, so how can you leave casually?"
Feng Ziyue knew that she was being careless, but he also wanted to find out the girl's identity. He spread his hands and said, "I have a clean family background. I am a child of the Feng family in Wuyang City. When I participated in the Tianwu trial, I also registered clearly.
How could it be a demon? But I don’t know who the girl is from the Holy Mountain and wants to meddle in this business?"
"It's up to you to take care of it!" Menghuang rolled her eyes at him and yawned, "I'm just asking casually whether you said this is true or not. How do I know whether it is true or not? It's better..."
She looked up at the furnishings in the room and nodded with satisfaction, "We have a rule on Canglan Mountain. Those who can fight are the good ones. Come on, come and compete with me!"
Menghuang ignored Feng Ziyue's reaction and pushed the rosewood table silently to the wall, revealing a large open space of water-polished blue bricks.
"Come on!"
She put on her posture with great interest, as if she really planned to compete with Feng Ziyue here.
Menghuang pushed away the red sandalwood table with her palm, and she did have a unique secret. She saw the red sandalwood table floating like waves, very fast, but when it got close to the wall, it suddenly slowed down and was just stable.
He stopped firmly in the corner. The precision of this palm's control was really breathtaking. Feng Ziyue might not have had such precise control before he entered the Martial Emperor realm.
Sure enough, there is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the world.
Feng Ziyue thought of what the white-robed woman in the void space said, and felt that there were hidden dragons and crouching tigers everywhere. Even if he had some skills now, he still had to be humble and self-possessed.
Menghuang must be from Canglan Holy Mountain, but he doesn't know what his status is.
Having a fight might be a good way to socialize and get to know each other.
Feng Ziyue smiled slightly, "Since Miss Menghuang insists on doing this, then I will show my shame. Let's all stop and let's learn from each other!"
"Why are you so long-winded? Watch your moves!"
Menghuang was impatient and stretched out his hand to grab Feng Ziyue's veins with an ordinary small grasping hand.
Although her moves were ordinary, her control was astonishing. She was quick, steady, accurate, and ruthless. This little girl had mastered the essence of these four words. Feng Ziyue frowned and shook her fingers away with a flick of his wrist.
"Okay!" Menghuang shouted, and struck out with her left hand in succession, but it was a dragon claw hand. Feng Ziyue stretched out his finger and broke her move. Menghuang turned back with his left hand, and used another orchid acupoint brushing hand with his right hand.
, with five green fingers, sweep towards the meridians of Feng Ziyue’s left arm.
Feng Ziyue finally figured it out. This little girl also has a family background. She has a lot of attainments in just her grappling skills. Now she is trying her own skills. Every time she breaks a move, she upgrades to a higher level of martial arts.
, between the changes of moves, like clouds and flowing water, it is obvious that the essence of martial arts has been obtained.
He couldn't help but want to see where this girl's limit was, so he stood there and let her attack. She didn't fight back at every move. As expected, every time she broke a move, Menghuang would change his martial arts, which was exquisite.
Every move must be better than the previous move. By the time the seventeen or eighteen moves were broken down, Menghuang's fingering techniques were already unparalleled in the world, and his expression became extremely solemn.
"The Great Soul Searcher of Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!"
I saw that her fingers were as curved as cotton, but they contained cold evil power. Just a slight touch would probably cause her to fall into the eighteenth level of hell. Feng Ziyue snorted and used invisible energy to break it, forcing her to
Menghuang took two steps back.
This girl's strength is definitely not lower than before he entered the realm of the Martial Emperor, and when fighting, she adapts to changes, and she seems to have extremely rich combat experience.
Although her face is covered, it can be seen that this woman is only sixteen or seventeen years old at most. How could she have participated in many actual battles?
Feng Ziyue was confused and solved it casually. Unknowingly, he also used three or four points of strength.
Little did he know that Menghuang was even more surprised in her heart. Until now, except for the last trump card she had not used, she had almost gone all out. However, the opponent had enough time to deal with it calmly.
Could it be that he is really that strong?
The confidence accumulated through hundreds of fierce battles was now shattered by this young man in an understatement. Menghuang's expression changed, he jumped out of the circle, groaned, and waved his hands repeatedly.
"No more fighting! No more fighting! It's boring to fight with you!"
The so-called lack of interest naturally means that there is no hope of winning. Menghuang pouted and looked very depressed during the fight.
Feng Ziyue smiled slightly, "Ms. Menghuang's technique is incomparable, and I will gain a lot from it. If I stop now, I will stop at the right time without hurting my kindness..."
"Stop saying so many polite words!" Menghuang snorted again, interrupting Feng Ziyue's polite words rudely.
"I can't beat you. Old Bu said your strength is unfathomable. It seems to be true..."
She was quite cheerful and said she couldn't beat her, without showing any shyness at all. Seeing her boldness, Feng Ziyue was very attracted to her and said with a smile: "It's not a life and death fight. Miss Menghuang still has a trick to win." But it’s hard to be negative.”
"Yo?"
A look of surprise appeared on Menghuang's face, "I didn't expect that you, the boy, have some discernment. You can tell that I still have some tricks that I haven't used yet?"
Feng Ziyue smiled calmly and said: "Ms. Menghuang carefully restrains the use of power in every move. Even when she uses the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Great Soul Searcher, the cold and evil power she brings is only It’s only 60 to 70% normal. If I can’t see this, wouldn’t I be blind?”
He was really blind in his previous life, but even when he was blind in his previous life, he could still see clearly in this situation.
"Not bad!"
Menghuang's eyes lit up and she said with great joy: "Sure enough, you are a bit interesting. Well, since you said so, I won't be annoyed with you anymore..."
While the two of them were talking, they heard the door creak and be pushed open from the outside. It was the beauty in palace clothes with watery eyes who came in.
"Master Feng, my maid will bring you a supper..."
Before she finished speaking, she looked up and saw Menghuang here. She was startled. She heard a loud bang and the food box in her hand fell to the ground. The bowls and basins inside sounded like they were completely broken.
"Dream……"
The beauty in palace attire suddenly turned pale, fell to her knees on the ground, and kowtowed repeatedly, "I don't know that Miss is here, but my little maid deserves death! She deserves death!"
Her head was heard banging against the water-polished blue bricks. When she raised her head, she could already see the blood on her forehead.
Feng Ziyue was startled and turned to look at Menghuang, but he didn't know that she had such intimidating power.
Menghuang frowned, "Why are you so careless? You can go to Uncle Wang to get the punishment yourself!"
When the beauty in palace clothes heard her talking like this, she felt as if she was pardoned in a dream. She kowtowed a few more times and didn't even bother to pack the food box. She staggered out of the door, as if she would die if she took one step too late.
Feng Ziyue sighed in his heart, it can be seen from the words of Canglan Holy Mountain.
Menghuang sighed faintly, "I wanted to chat with you, but I didn't expect to be disturbed by this little maid, so I left first. Anyway, you have to stay on Canglan Mountain for a few more days. Wait. I’ll come find you again when I’m free!”
She fluttered her black clothes, flew out of the window, fell into the woods in the garden, and disappeared without a trace.
Feng Ziyue saw her coming and going suddenly and would rather go through the window than through the door. He couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile. He was about to close the window when he suddenly felt a familiar breath coming out.
He smiled slightly, reached out and sucked the rosewood table to the center of the room, took a cup, poured another cup of tea, and said with a smile: "Senior, it should be you this time, right?"
Just hearing the sound of rustling outside the window, a man in black flew in, sat on a chair by the table, picked up the tea Feng Ziyue had brewed, and took a sip.
"This is the maple leaf golden needle, a specialty of this mountain. The tea is sweet and fragrant, with endless aftertaste. Even the nobles in the mountain can only get a few taels a year. They treat you well..."
The man in black raised his head, revealing a pale and stiff face. He was the eighteenth envoy.
However, the tone of his speech was very different from usual. This tone of voice was very familiar to Feng Ziyue. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and stood aside, respectfully.
"What? Is there something wrong with me? Why do you have to be so respectful?"
The eighteenth guide was stunned for a moment.
Feng Ziyue took a step back and bowed slightly, "Since the father is here, how can the child not be more respectful?"
The eighteenth receptionist was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. He stood up, squinted his eyes, and looked at Feng Ziyue. Although his face was still expressionless, his brows and corners of his eyes were full of smiles.
"Yue'er, when my father left home, you were only five years old. How did you recognize my father?"
He gently lifted off the mask on his face, revealing a clear middle-aged face. He had raised eyebrows, a strong nose, bright eyes, and a fair face without beard. He must have been a handsome man when he was young. Look carefully.
, vaguely similar to Feng Ziyue’s facial features.
"Father!"
Feng Ziyue took another step back and bowed his head. He had so many mixed feelings in his heart that he was speechless for a moment.
He was able to confirm that the eighteenth guide was his father Feng Bufan. Naturally, it was not because of his childhood memories. To be honest, how could he remember so many things when he was four or five years old? What's more, after ten years, Feng Bufan's voice had already faded away.
There are changes, but I can't remember them.
But Feng Ziyue in his previous life also met Feng Bufan once a few years later. It was also the last time Feng Ziyue met his father. Naturally, his father's voice and tone were deeply imprinted in his mind.
Now when he heard the original voice of the eighteenth messenger, Feng Ziyue could immediately conclude that this person must be his father Feng Bufan.
"Yue'er... I left the Feng family and it was a pain for you three mothers..."
Seeing that his son had grown up and was now a leader of the younger generation, Feng Bufan felt something in his heart and felt sad. He stroked Feng Ziyue's head and let out a long sigh.
Although it was for their safety that they had to leave and embark on the path of seeking martial arts, over the years, there was no day that I didn't think about him and worry about him day and night, but I didn't have the courage to return home to explore.
He knew that Chu Hongyu's illness was difficult to cure and that only the Holy White Xanthium fruit could expel the evil energy from her body. So while practicing martial arts, he sneaked into the Canglan Holy Mountain and waited for a move. Unfortunately, because of the white mist on the Canglan Mountain,
, blocking the energy of heaven and earth, although he has stepped into the innate world, it is useless. After several years, he still has not succeeded.
In this Tianwu trial, by coincidence, he actually saw his son.
Such a promising son!
At first, he just wanted to protect him secretly, but as soon as he came into contact with him, he discovered that his son's cultivation level was far beyond his expectation. In the end, he actually broke through the Star Power Trial and passed the sixth level.
Guan, he didn't expect it at all.
Therefore, Feng Bufan also changed his plan and wanted Feng Ziyue to take this opportunity to obtain the Holy White Xanthium Fruit. Unexpectedly, Bu Tianyi, an old fox, actually opened his eyes and told lies and did not admit the existence of the Holy White Xanthium Fruit in Canglan Mountain.
, Feng Bufan was so anxious that he took the risk to send a message to Feng Ziyue.
"Dad, you are saying that there is a Holy White Xanthium fruit on Canglan Mountain, but he refuses to give it to me? Why? There is nothing more valuable than this Holy White Xanthium fruit on Canglan Mountain.
A few, why should he?"
After listening to his father Feng Bufan's story, Feng Ziyue felt even more confused.
Feng Bufan sighed, "If we talk about this, it will be related to an earth-shattering secret in Canglan Mountain!"