The next day, Chen Feng and others packed their luggage and went back directly.
Why are you staying here if you don't go back? Although the people of the Songshan Sect respect Chen Feng, they still look down upon the rest of the Huashan Sect.
So are they making themselves miserable by staying here?
Of course, along the way, with Chen Feng in the team, none of the Songshan Sect disciples he encountered dared to say anything, and they all watched the Huashan Sect's team leave with mixed feelings.
Do they dare to taunt you? Maybe Chen Feng is waiting for you to taunt you so that he can rob you.
So, under the "farewell" gazes of the Songshan Sect disciples along the way, Chen Feng and others walked out of the gate of the Songshan Sect.
Inside the Songshan Sect, beside a green plant not far from the gate, the three sisters Zhao Shuang, Wang Yuer, and Li Jiangying each looked at Chen Feng's back with different eyes. After he walked out of the Songshan Sect, they all sighed in unison.
One breath.
On the other side, beside a crystal clear lake, two little nuns, Yihe and Yiqing, watched Chen Feng leave with eyes full of awe.
In front of a main hall of the Songshan Sect, Zuo Lengchan and Di Xiu looked down at Chen Feng and others, with no trace of murderous intent concealed in their eyes.
As soon as Chen Feng moved, storms arose within the Songshan Sect. It can be said that now he has gradually shown his prominence in the entire world of Swordsman.
...
Seven days later, at the door of a small wooden house in the Huashan jungle, Chen Feng and Feng Qingyang were drinking wine and talking about what happened in the Songshan sect.
Feng Qingyang also smiled patiently while listening to Chen Feng's description.
"Uncle Taishi, you don't know, that Di Xiu is really difficult to deal with. If you hadn't taught me the Thirteen Swords of Qingfeng, I might have been the second best in this Five Mountains Conference."
Chen Feng felt a sigh of relief on his face, raised his hand and drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.
Not to mention, since Linghu Chong took him for a drink last time in Chang'an City, he found that the wine was not bad, and the more he drank, the more he wanted to drink it.
Moreover, as my strength and physical fitness have improved, my drinking capacity has also increased a lot, at least I no longer drink one glass as before.
Needless to say, Feng Qingyang is also a lover of wine. How could the two of them not drink together?
At this time, after Feng Qingyang heard Chen Feng's words, he immediately slapped Chen Feng on the head.
"Ouch, it hurts."
Chen Feng immediately took a breath of cold air and covered his head.
"You kid, stop showing off your glorious history in front of me, I know you're awesome."
This kid has been beaten since he was a child, and he deserves more and more beatings as he grows up.
Feng Qingyang rolled her eyes at Chen Feng, but then she looked at Chen Feng with a playful expression.
"So, you exposed the Thirteen Swords of Qingfeng, did Yue Buqun come to find you?"
After rubbing his head, Chen Feng's eyes lit up when he heard Feng Qingyang's question.
"I asked, but Uncle Taishi, I didn't expose you. This is what the master and I explained..."
Chen Feng repeated the little story he made with Yue Buqun that night to Feng Qingyang.
Unexpectedly, after Feng Qingyang heard this, his face suddenly turned dark, and he directly picked up the broom beside him and chased Chen Feng and started beating him.
"You bastard boy, you actually compared me to a beggar. If I don't beat you to death today, I won't be named Tai."
"Don't, Grand Master Uncle, I was wrong, I was wrong, don't fight..."
A salty smell like tears suddenly filled the air.
As evening approached, Chen Feng walked into the Huashan School while humming a little tune while carrying a knocked-out porcupine.
Because I couldn't explain my disappearance for a long time to my uncle Taishi, I just came back in the name of going hunting because I wanted to eat wild game.
In this way, Yue Buqun and the others would not suspect anything. After all, Chen Feng had done this kind of thing since he was a child.
That night, Huashan held a celebration to celebrate Chen Feng's first place in the Five Sacred Mountains Competition.
Chen Feng's strong return also sounded the alarm to these Huashan sect disciples. While they were all smiling, they were thinking about how they should work hard in sword practice in the future.
After the celebration, everyone went back to their respective rooms. Chen Feng was also a little dizzy from drinking a lot of wine.
After washing up, Chen Feng staggered onto the bed and prepared to sleep.
However, before he lay down, he vaguely saw something like a piece of paper hanging by the window.
Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, but he couldn't stop feeling sleepy and lay down directly and fell asleep.
When he woke up the next day, the sun was already rising high. Chen Feng jumped up and beat his still dizzy head, cursing in his heart that drinking had made things worse.
He walked outside the door, got a plate of water and washed himself. Just as he was about to eat breakfast, a light flashed in his mind, as if to remind him that he had forgotten something.
Chen Feng stood there and thought for a while, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen something hanging by the window before falling asleep last night.
He ran back to the room again, and sure enough there was a piece of animal skin paper hanging by the window.
At this time, he remembered that this animal skin paper was not the smelly treasure map that the two people who tried to rob him on his way to Chang'an City finally gave him as compensation.
He approached the treasure map cautiously. It had been drying for more than half a month. The heady smell should have dissipated, right?
Pick up this treasure map. Fortunately, the smell is indeed gone. Look at the treasure map.
After looking at the abstract map, Chen Feng still felt a headache.
However, when he looked at it this time, Chen Feng felt that this place felt so familiar for some reason.
The most conspicuous thing drawn on this map is a winding line, like a snake, and there are several circles of different shapes next to it. I don’t know what they are.
Then I drew a cross on one of the edges that was close to a triangle... and there it was, a treasure map with just that.
Chen Feng took a deep breath, although he felt that the treasure map seemed a little familiar.
But, I just can't remember what this familiar feeling is, and I'm so depressed.
After thinking for a while and feeling that I really couldn't remember it, I put the treasure map in a small box under the bed. In this small box were a lot of silver and a piece of gold the size of a fingernail.
Ai Ran is Chen Feng's little treasury.
He planned to take this treasure map with him on this trip. While walking around, he also wanted to see if he could find the treasure on the treasure map.
Fold the treasure map and put it in this small box.
Then he continued to hide the small box under the bed, stood up, clapped his hands and smiled happily. There was a lot of money in his small vault, although except for the gold, everything else came from shady sources.
But...does Chen Feng care? He hasn't done anything immoral, so what should he be afraid of?
He smiled, picked up the Chenfeng Sword beside him, and walked out of the room.