"You two have improved a lot in martial arts recently." In the inn where they were resting, Dongfang Xiaoyue looked at Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling for a long time, and finally said with a smile.
Feng Zuojun looked down at Mr. Confucian Sage, who was no higher than his chest, and scratched his head: "Sir, don't talk to us in such a serious tone. It feels weird looking at you now."
"Weird." Dongfang Xiaoyue smiled, and in a flash, she had fallen behind him.
Feng Zuojun was stunned and touched his waist, only to find that it was empty and the long knife was no longer on it.
"Xueluo?" Dongfang Xiaoyue wielded a long knife that was comparable to her own height, but she was not clumsy at all, and her movements were light and graceful. "No wonder, since Mo Wen is willing to give this knife to you, he must also have taught you the sword skills.
?”
Feng Zuojun smiled: "The city lord didn't teach me the sword technique, he just taught me how to use the sword force. He said that in terms of sword technique, the strong wind force of our Tianxiaoyun Realm is already perfect, but I am not good at the sword force.
In terms of aspects, there are still some shortcomings.”
"Calm." Dongfang Xiaoyue weighed the long knife in her hand, "Although Castlevania is not a famous sect in the right way, Mo Wen's courage is unparalleled in the world. Only a person with his level of courage can withstand everything that goes against the norm.
Castlevania. He can teach you sword skills and teach you famous swords. This is your chance." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly backhanded his sword and struck at Xie Yuling.
Xie Yuling suddenly opened the Fusu fan, only to hear a "ding" sound, and the knife and fan collided. Xie Yuling took three steps back, then closed the fan and bowed his head slightly towards Dongfang Xiaoyue: "Mr."
"Oh? Fusu Fan? Have you learned the martial arts above?" Dongfang Xiaoyue threw the Xueluo Dao back to Feng Zuojun, then moved forward, took the folding fan from Xie Yuling's hand, turned it over and looked at it, "Look
Come on, your brother has already taken care of your uncles."
Xie Yuling was stunned: "It sounds like Mr. Confucian Sage knows something hidden."
Dongfang Xiaoyue smiled and said: "It will take some difficulty for a young man from an aristocratic family who has been slandered to practice the martial arts of the Demon Sect to be recognized by his own family again. Fortunately, the Xie family is weak, and your uncles are really cowards. Since
If you are a coward, you will naturally be afraid of strong people. I just nudged your brother a little bit. Your brother chose the sword and left the fan to you. Do you know what this means?"
Xie Yuling looked at the Fusu fan and said after a long silence: "The person who chooses the sword protects the family. The person who holds the fan is in charge of the family."
Feng Zuojun understood and said happily: "Your brother is going to make you the head of the family."
Dongfang Xiaoyue waved the Fusu fan: "The martial arts on this fan are very good, but it is not suitable for everyone. Using a fan requires more romantic aura than using a sword. You are too thoughtful, sometimes you have to be appropriate
Make yourself more relaxed."
"That's right. Why are you always frowning?" Feng Zuojun patted Xie Yuling's shoulder.
"Your sword needs to be more steady." Dongfang Xiaoyue threw the folding fan back to Xie Yuling, "I am your master, but I don't have much to teach you."
The two of them shook their heads hurriedly and said: "Without the teachings from master last time, our martial arts might have stagnated."
"This trip to Weilong Mountain is extremely dangerous. Let me teach you the martial arts of pretending to be dead." Dongfang Xiaoyue said with a smile.
"Ah?" Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling looked at each other. They couldn't keep up with Dongfang Xiaoyue's thoughts. Maybe this is the difference between Confucian saints and ordinary people.
"If you can't fight, just run away. If you can't run, just pretend to be dead. There is a reason why I have been traveling as a teacher for many years and have not died like this." Dongfang Xiaoyue sat down cross-legged, "Listen carefully."
"Yes." Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling did not dare to say any more and responded hurriedly.
Three hours later, the door of the next room was finally opened, and Taoist Master walked out. His pale face finally had some color, and his Taoist robe was fluttering in the wind, and he seemed to be fine.
Dongfang Xiaoyue opened her eyes, glanced at Daojun, and after a moment of silence said, "Is this the only way we can do it?"
Daojun nodded: "This is the only way."
Dongfang Xiaoyue sighed softly: "Even you have become like this. It seems that our world has gone far away."
"Isn't it a good thing that our world is far away?" Daojun glanced at Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling who were sitting on the ground, "And it's too early to say this now. When we return to Qingcheng Mountain, we will
Even if our two bodies are riddled with holes and repaired, they will eventually come in handy one day. As the old saying goes?"
"The rotten ship still has three thousand nails." Dongfang Xiaoyue continued.
"That's the truth. What kind of martial arts are the two of them practicing?" Daojun asked.
"Zhuan Lun Gong." Dongfang Xiaoyue said faintly.
"What?" Daojun was shocked, "How can you, a Confucian saint, teach your disciples such martial arts?"
"I told them that if they are discovered in the future, they will say that you taught me." Dongfang Xiaoyue smiled slyly.
As soon as they finished speaking, Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling opened their eyes at the same time. They gasped heavily and looked at each other, both seeing the panic in each other's eyes.
"What did you see?" they both asked at the same time.
"Everyone sees it differently." Daojun said coldly.
The two raised their heads and wiped the sweat from their foreheads.
"But it's not something that makes people happy." Mr. Confucian Sheng helped the two people up, "Get up, you have been delayed for some time, hurry up and go to Weilong Mountain."
Feng Zuojun was in shock. After breathing heavily for a long time, he said: "Sir, you are too cruel. You don't even let us sleep here. Let's go, Xie Yuling, you go."
"Mo Chen, it's time to go." Daojun shouted into the room.
Mo Chen slowly walked out of the room. He had just spent a lot of energy to heal Dao Lord. His face was a little pale at the moment. He nodded and said: "Master, be careful on the road."
"Fellow Taoist, you should go back to the mountain. We are probably going to die on this trip. How old are you that you are rushing to die?" Feng Zuojun scratched Mo Chen's head.
"Don't underestimate Mo Chen." Daojun said with a smile, "He will inherit the position of Daojun in the future."
Feng Zuojun was stunned, grabbed Mo Chen's collar and picked him up: "This little guy will be a Taoist master in the future?"
Mo Chen kicked Feng Zuojun in the chest and used the opportunity to escape from Feng Zuojun's hand. He smiled slyly: "Brother, you have to pay the price for looking down on children."
Feng Zuojun patted the dust on his chest and glanced at Xie Yuling: "What do you think?"
Xie Yuling replied without hesitation: "I think he is better than you."
"In that case, let's go." Feng Zuojun looked at Dongfang Xiaoyue, "When I see you next time, will your husband still look like this?"
Dongfang Xiaoyue kicked Feng Zuojun on the butt: "Get out!"