Feng Qingyang handed the roasted deer leg that was almost cooked to Chen Feng's hand. He looked at Chen Feng and stroked his beard with a smile. Only then did he realize that his beard was wet, so he quickly picked up a piece of cloth and wiped it.
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Chen Feng smelled the fragrant fleshy leg in his hand that made his mouth water. He was about to bite it, but after looking at Feng Qingyang's old figure, he closed his mouth with great perseverance.
"Uncle Taishi, you eat first. I'm young, so I'll be fine if I'm hungry." Although Chen Feng looks only twelve years old, his soul is that of an adult in his twenties. He has accumulated five thousand years of experience in China.
The virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young has been deeply ingrained in his heart.
Therefore, naturally we will not let the old man go hungry and fill his stomach first.
"Hahahaha, you eat it first. It's not like I don't have any. I'll bake another one. You must be hungry, so eat it first."
Feng Qingyang was stunned for a moment, but after hearing that Chen Feng cared about him, he immediately laughed and touched Chen Feng's head happily, with a touch of emotion in his eyes.
Then he stood up and walked out of the house. Not long after, he came back with a raw meat leg.
"Have you seen it? Uncle Taishi still has some, please eat quickly."
Now Chen Feng was relieved, he hugged the meaty leg and started to chew on it. He ran in the jungle for an afternoon, and then he was frightened again. Naturally, he was very hungry.
"Why did you come to me when you didn't want to be treated like a good Huashan sect?"
Feng Qingyang was grilling the meat leg, but his eyes looked at Chen Feng doubtfully.
If this little guy doesn't stay well in the comfortable Huashan sect, he will suffer wherever he comes.
"Uh...I..." Thinking of the causes and consequences of his coming here, Chen Feng... felt ashamed.
However, he still chose to tell Feng Qingyang that he needed a bottleneck.
"You mean, you think your swordsmanship can't improve any further, so you want to find wild beasts to practice fighting? As a result, you got lost and didn't go out for a whole day, right?"
Feng Qingyang looked at Chen Feng as if he were a problem child.
This kid is extremely talented in sword practice, but why is his brain sometimes a little nervous? If he could, he would really want to split this kid's head open to see what he was thinking.
"Are you really stupid or pretending to be stupid? Are you here to fight wild beasts in the mountains and forests of Huashan Mountain? If there were really strong beasts in Huashan Mountain, they would have been eliminated by the Huashan Sect. Is it your turn to train?"
Feng Qingyang pointed the half-roasted meat leg at Chen Feng and spat wildly.
Although there may indeed be remnants of wild beasts on Mount Huashan, I really have to look for them for three days and three nights, but I still can't find one. I really don't know who taught him to come here to practice.
"Don't they all say in novels that there are all kinds of monsters and ferocious beasts in the mountains and forests..."
Um...wait, Warcraft? Ferocious beast? Damn, I forgot, this is a fantasy novel, this is the world of martial arts.
Chen Feng wiped his sweat and suddenly felt that his decision seemed too arbitrary.
However, does he regret it? No, at least he found Feng Qingyang. Although whether he taught him Dugu Nine Swords or not is one thing, but at least there is hope, right?
Therefore, Chen Feng felt that he did not lose money this time! Instead, he made a small profit. Although he also paid the price of starvation, he could barely bear the price.
Thinking of this, Chen Feng felt that the meaty legs in his hands became even more fragrant.
But after chewing on the meat leg for a while, Chen Feng suddenly raised his head.
Wait...wait a minute, I didn't go back tonight, will Master and the others worry about me?
The more he thought about it, the more Chen Feng thought it was possible.
After all, I have been in this world for two years, and I have never been out all night.
If you don't go back, you may have to be taught a lesson.
Thinking of the scene when his butt was spanked into eight pieces, Chen Feng broke out in a cold sweat.
No, I have to go back quickly,
After chewing the meat leg in a few mouthfuls, he looked at Feng Qingyang, who was drinking a small drink and chewing the meat leg at the same time, and approached him with a shy face.
"Um...Uncle Taishi, can you send me back..."
About half an hour later, Chen Feng stood at the gate of Huashan Sect, looking at the familiar scenery, he breathed a sigh of relief and finally came back.
He lifted up the waistband of his trousers, and the Grand Master lifted him back like a puppy. The trousers were all loose.
He looked back, but Feng Qingyang's figure had long since disappeared, leaving only the dark mountain forest.
"Ouch!!" Chen Feng shrank his neck, felt a little frightened, and hurriedly ran into the Huashan Sect.
Walking on the dark path of the Huashan School, Chen Feng raised his right hand and scratched his chin. Another question came to his mind. How should he explain to his wife and the others why he came back so late?
If they knew that they got lost in training because they got Chen Feng, would the master's wife confiscate Chen Feng directly?
It's possible!!! Chen Feng's expression changed. If Chen Feng was confiscated by his mistress, it would be really troublesome for him to get it back.
No, no, we have to think carefully about countermeasures.
Chen Feng frowned and his mind was spinning rapidly.
However, when Chen Feng was thinking hard, he didn't realize that the direction he was walking in had deviated from the path.
When he continued to walk forward for a certain distance, he suddenly stepped on an empty space. He only heard a "help" and Chen Feng's figure disappeared on the edge of the cliff.
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The next morning, Ning Zhongze and Yue Buqun, who had been searching for Chen Feng almost all night, stood at the Huashan School's martial arts field with anxious expressions.
"Senior brother, have you found Feng'er?"
Ning Zhongze's charming face was full of fatigue at the moment, but the worry in his heart forced him to suppress this fatigue.
Chen Feng, this young apprentice, has been extremely well-behaved for the past two years. Although he often disappears during sword practice during the day, he never stays out all night at night.
Now that he hasn't come back all night, and he hasn't been found after looking for him all night, Ning Zhongze really has to worry.
After all, Chen Feng is only twelve years old, still too young.
"We have searched the entire Huashan, but there is no sign of Feng'er. None of the other disciples have seen him either."
Yue Buqun let out a long sigh, frowned and shook his head.
"Where has this bastard gone? When I find him, I will make him look good."
Ning Zhong pursed her lips bitterly, and an ominous premonition arose in her heart. Thinking of Chen Feng's cute little figure in the past two years, her heart seemed to be blocked by something.
With a child like Chen Feng, even Jingyi, who has only been with him for a few days, likes him very much, let alone Ning Zhongze, who has been with him for two years and has taken care of him for two years.
In Ning Zhongze's heart, he almost regarded Chen Feng as his adopted son.
Now that Chen Feng is missing, Ning Zhongze is naturally very worried and anxious.
Just when the two were about to continue searching separately, Linghu Chong ran over panting from the other side.