About five minutes later, Mr. Feng finally finished practicing sword skills. He turned his hand holding the sword casually, and he picked up the sword behind him. He came to a stone table under the tree, took a blue pap from it, and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead.

Su Muzhe also walked over, bowed to him, and said respectfully: "Senior Feng, good morning. I'm here to bother you again."

Mr. Feng threw down his handkerchief, turned to look at him, with a smile in his eyes. He stroked his beard and said, "Good boy, I haven't seen him for a few days, and he looks more energetic."

Su Muzhe also smiled and said, "Senior Feng is also energetic and energetic, and his style is not inferior to that of young people like us."

After complimenting each other with polite compliments, Feng Jingshan invited Su Muzhe to sit on the stone chair. He sat opposite him, picked up the teapot on the stone table, and poured Su Muzhe a cup of fragrant tea.

Su Muzhe looked down at the bright, yellow-green tea soup for a while, and couldn't help but remind Feng Jingshan: "Senior Feng, drinking tea early in the morning is not good for health."

Feng Jingshan had already picked up the teacup and wanted to drink tea. He heard the movement in his hand and said without caring, "It's okay, I have maintained this habit for more than 60 years, and I can't change it even if I want to." But even though he said that, he still put the teacup down.

"Senior Feng," Su Muzhe looked at him and said sincerely: "Thank you for your agreement to help my little apprentice heal that day, and thank you for your generous help from the Feng family. Now that she is awake, I should take her back, so I dare not bother you anymore."

Feng Jingshan knocked his finger on the stone table, but did not answer, but suddenly asked, "Xiao Su, that child... has the same identity as you?"

Su Muzhe nodded.

"No wonder," said Feng Jingshan, "I don't know how many years my Feng family's healing array has existed, and I don't know how many people have healed them. No matter how much injuries they have suffered, they will only wake up after nine days. But your disciple broke this routine as soon as he arrived. The physique of the spirit master is indeed stronger than that of ordinary people!"

Su Muzhe listened quietly to him, but he was even more anxious to see Xiaoyun.

Feng Jingshan was talking and sighing for a long time, but no one agreed. When he looked up, he found that the brat on the opposite side was wandering around. He said angrily and amusedly: "Boy, old man, I'm talking to you. Even if you want to see your little disciple, you should listen to me finish your words!" You must learn to respect your elders!

"Ah?" Su Muzha came to his senses and immediately straightened his back. He sat more upright than the elementary school student. He said respectfully: "Senior Feng, tell me, I must listen carefully."

"………………” Feng Jingshan squinted his eyes and looked at him speechlessly for a while before wavering his hand and said frustratedly: "Forget it, your kid's mind is not here at all, and I won't tell you much. From your perspective, what about the sword technique I just danced?"

Su Muzhe nodded sincerely, "Senior Feng's sword moves are fierce and powerful. If they are used to kill evil demons and evil ghosts, they will definitely be able to defeat the enemy." Feng Jingshan did not use spiritual energy when practicing swords just now, but Jian Feng could hurt the skin cut by people, which was enough to show how powerful it was. In this regard, Su Muzhe thought he was definitely not as good as Feng Jingshan.

After hearing this, Feng Jingshan took out a sword from under the stone table and threw it to Su Muzhe (actually, Mr. Feng, you must have planned it a long time ago!), and said, "Compare with me."

"This..." Su Muzhe hesitated. He just wanted to pick Xiaoyun up. Why did so many things happen?

Feng Jingshan kicked his eyes and said, "No refusal. If you don't agree, then I won't return it today!"

Su Muzhe had a headache. At this time, Mr. Feng looked like Feng Xuanjing. Could it be that the old man knew that his eldest disciple challenged him but failed repeatedly, so he wanted to help him get the place back. Just as he was thinking, he picked up the sword and looked at him, but was surprised to find that this was not a sword he had made himself? He looked at Feng Jingshan with some confusion.

Old Man Feng coughed dryly and explained, "This is what you left for my junior brother last time. I'm afraid you won't be able to use the Feng family's family, so I found this sword."

Su Muzhe nodded, held the hilt of the sword and pulled out a beautiful sword flower. Feng Jingshan's eyes lit up and he immediately attacked with his sword.

As a result, after the two of them fought for a while, Feng Jingshan discovered that Su Mu blocked it all! No! Yes! Sword! Method! In addition to the sword flower at the beginning, he could only block and slash. However, this kid was very fast, quick to react, and very strong, and no flaws were revealed for a while.

Feng Jingshan became interested, and his move became more and more fierce, and the sound of weapons colliding was endless. Finally, when Su Muzhe turned around and blocked, Feng Jingshan found the right time and pressed his sword against his throat.

Su Muzhe was not afraid. He took back his sword and clasped his fists at Feng Jingshan: "I lost in junior year." What he lost was convinced.

Feng Jingshan paused, withdrew his sword, went up and patted Su Muzhe on the shoulder, and said, "Although your moves have no routine, you can make your own way. But the more loopholes you get to the end, so you will lose to me this time. You still need to practice sword skills well, otherwise you will likely suffer a loss when you encounter an enemy who uses the sword next time."

Su Muzhe nodded. In order to prevent being scolded, he did not tell the truth to Feng Jingshan. Since there were not many opportunities to use the sword, Su Muzhe actually knew nothing about the sword technique. The sword flowers that danced at the beginning were just a whim he learned from books to bluff orz...

After the wish was fulfilled, Feng Jingshan waved his hand and drove him away - this brat is so qualified, but he is not a disciple of the Feng family. This is really a sad thing. He simply drove him away, without seeing him...

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Finally, Feng Xuanjing sent a Feng family disciple to cover up Su Mu's way.

On the way, the little disciple who led the way seemed to be very curious about Su Muzhe and kept looking back at him. Su Muzhe was quite sensitive in his five senses, so he naturally noticed them immediately. He didn't care much about it in the previous few times, but when he arrived at the back, the little disciple didn't even look at the way, but as a result, he almost hit a tree and was caught by Su Muzhe.

Su Muzhe: "..."

The little disciple's face suddenly turned red.

"Ahem, what's wrong?" Su Muzhe suppressed his smile and asked gently: "Is there anything wrong?"

This little disciple is only eleven or twelve years old, but he is a real "little" disciple. There are two unfading blush on his dark face, which makes him feel funny no matter how you look at it. He clenched his fists and mustered up the courage to ask, "You, are you a spirit master?"

Su Muzhe nodded. He was always more patient when facing children.

The child stammered again: "I, I heard from my senior brother, say you, you are very powerful. And I just saw you compete with my master for sword skills. You, you are really strong." He has never seen anyone who can use so many moves under the master's sword.

Su Muzhe rubbed his head and smiled and said, "I am far from being as good as your master. If you want to study hard with him, you will definitely be better than me when you grow up."

The child's eyes lit up, "Really?"

Su Muzhe looked at him, "Of course it's true, but now you have to take me to find someone quickly. That sister is my apprentice, and I'm very worried about her."

The child nodded seriously, then took Su Muzhe to a house in the southwest with a serious expression, pointed to one of the doors, raised his head and said, "That is the sister's residence."

After Su Muzhe thanked him and said goodbye, he strode towards the room. Because the door was open, he saw a little apprentice half leaning on the bed, sitting next to her a woman holding a spoon and carefully feeding her something. Feng Xuanjing stood behind them with his hand and watched their movements.

"Xiaoyun." Su Muzhe stood at the door and shouted. After a few days of not seeing each other, the little girl had lost so much weight.

Hearing this familiar voice, Lu Yun's body stiffened. She raised her head in disbelief and saw the figure she had been thinking about day and night. Her eyes suddenly turned red, and even her voice was filled with sobs: "Master!"

Su Muzhe came to the bed a few steps and said warmly: "Outstanding, Master is here to pick you up."

Lu Yun rushed into his arms and hugged him tightly, crying heart-wrenchingly, "Master, why are you here now? I'm so scared, I'm really scared..."

She could not forget the scene when she was attacked by the huge white snake. When she was forcibly dragged into the cold and smelly pond water, when she was stabbed into the flesh by the white snake's sharp fangs, when the heart-wrenching pain swept across her body, and when the fear of death approached infinitely... In addition to fear and despair, Lu Yun only had the face of his master in his mind.

If I die like this, I will never see my master again, I will never be able to learn magic from my master, I will not be able to hear my master's teachings, I will not be able to eat the food made by my master, nor will I enjoy the gentle love of my master...

Fortunately, when she was about to be unable to hold on, her master finally arrived. She closed her eyes with confidence, and let her consciousness fall into chaos...

But when she woke up again, Lu Yun found that she had come to a completely unfamiliar place. She had never seen the scenery here, and she didn't know any of the people here. At that moment, she really felt a deep panic. Although the people here were very friendly, and although there was a sister who had been taking care of her carefully, her heart was not stable for a moment, because these people could not give her the feeling of family that the master gave her!

Lu Yun buried his face in Su Muzhe's chest (for this question, the author Jun suddenly thought that if Xiao Su's character was set as a woman, I wonder if the little apprentice could still "bury his chest" from time to time?), and cried uncontrollably, as if he was about to vent the horror, panic, and the indescribable grievances that had been in the past few days were all vented with tears.
Chapter completed!