Chapter 84 Fast Sword Gate Orphan

Chapter 84

Fengyun Wuji picked up the teenager, jumped down gently from the roof, found an inn, and knocked on the door. Inside the door, Xiao Er poked his head out. Looking at the blood-stained teenager, he immediately withdrew his head and closed the door while saying, "I'm sorry, the inn is full."

As soon as Fengyun Wuji stretched out the long sword turned into the fifth sword, the closed door was stuck and could no longer be closed.

"I don't know if it's full now." With two fingers and one shot, a large yellow ticket shot out like a dart and embedded in the door panel. The coupon ticket was picked up at random by Fengyun Wuji at Yeming Villa. Although he entered the realm of Pigu and did not need to eat, after all, Fengyun Wuji had the experience before soaring. He knew that money could make ghosts grind. Many things can be done with money.

Sure enough, Xiao Er didn't say anything, and an old voice came out of the inn: "Let him come in." Listening to the momentum in the voice, it was the voice of the shopkeeper at the level. The little two didn't dare to stop him when he refused to speak.

Fengyun Wuji raised his legs and stepped into the gate, and the sland teenager behind him followed him.

"A good guest room, find a man. In addition, help this little brother clean it, and then prepare a good banquet on the table. I think the silver ticket should be enough to pay the bill."

"This uncle, this..." was Xiao Er's voice. Feng Yun Wuji looked back and saw that Xiao Er was holding the silver ticket in one hand. He didn't know what to do.

Fengyun Wuji casually popped up a finger, and the door panel made a crisp sound, and then the silver ticket burst out of the board. A glimmer of light suddenly flashed in the shopkeeper's eyes.

"Xiao Er, take these two guests to the good guest room to rest."

Fengyun Wuji raised his head and looked at the rows of men dressed in the world with horizontal railings on the second floor. A cold light flashed in his eyes. A series of staggering footsteps came. The guests on the second floor quickly disappeared without a trace, and then came the sound of closing the door.

Walking in the world, maybe martial arts are not good, but generally there is a pair of bright tricks, otherwise you won't live long. Fengyun Wuji's hand has already made some guys with ghosts retreat, knowing in his heart that the idea is tied up.

The second child was in front, and Fengyun Wuji was in the back, and they entered a simple but comfortable room. In fact, the teenager's wind injury is basically healed, but the rest of the trauma looks a little horrible, but this is not what Fengyun Wuji can do, so he thought of calling a doctor.

In a moment, an old man carrying a medicine box came up, checked the teenager, cleaned the wound, drugged it, and sewed him up with the sheep's intestines. From the beginning to the end, the young man's eyes were at a loss, and he did not feel pain, and let the man do it.

In order to turn over, the old man then took the money and told him to look over the things he needed to pay attention to before he left. Soon, the guest sent a few roast chickens, a pot of wine, a plate of suckling pigeons, a plate of peanuts, and a few other small dishes.

"If you are hungry, eat it. I haven't treated your internal injury much for you. A little wine and meat can't hurt your body." Feng Yun Wuji sat on the open window sill. On the other side of the window sill was the street, and with the heavy houses, it was getting late.

The teenager sat on the edge of the bed for a long time. Suddenly, he seemed to have decided something. He went to the small table in the guest room, grabbed a roast chicken, ate it vigorously, and cried while eating.

Fengyun Wuji leaned on the window sill. It was late outside, and there was drizzling rain in the sky. There was almost no way on the road. Only the lanterns shaking outside the inn were swaying in the wind. The street was very wide. Looking out from this window sill, in the corner of the corner, there was a It stretched out and covered a large piece of ground.

"What's your name?" Fengyun Wuji looked out of the window and asked.

The teenager just kept eating. Just as Feng Yun Wuji thought that he would refuse to answer again, he suddenly grabbed the wine pot on the table, poured it, and then wiped his mouth, grabbed the long sword at his waist, and rushed out of the door.

Wow!

There was a shout outside the door, and then a few blood red splashed on the white door paper outside the guest room. Feng Yun Wuji's heart moved slightly, and his sleeves brushed, and a sense of true air had already submerged into his body without the teenager's notice.

Outside the window, the rain gradually increased, and the dripping sound was endless. The wind and clouds quietly enjoyed the rare rain scenery of the town. In ancient times, such a delicate scenery could not be seen at all.

A burst of Huo Huo's sword wave suddenly came from the rain. Feng Yun Wuji followed the sound, but at the corner of the street, the huge banyan tree kept trembling, a large area of leaves fell down, and a little sword light faintly appeared in the cracks of the tree.

Fengyun Wuji's divine consciousness was swept away and found that it was the teenager who was practicing swords crazily under the tree. Fengyun Wuji looked at it for a while and found that the young man's swordsmanship was more than sharp but not accurate, more than vicious but not smart enough. It can be said that he was completely out of

With a sigh, Fengyun Wuji fell from the window sill and quietly fell behind the teenager like a leaf of light feathers.

Thunderbolt! !

A thunder burst out of thousands of sword light from Fengyun Wuji's hand, which suddenly disappeared. The strong sword spirit made the teenager suddenly turn around, and the eyes under the lightning showed a beast-like light.

"Do you want to learn martial arts?" Feng Yun Wuji turned around and walked forward in the night breeze. There was a clatter behind him. The huge banyan tree fell in the roar, and the branches and leaves were scattered, leaving only a bare trunk, and even the small branches and leaves were not left.

The raindrops on the trunk of the tree, and the honeycomb-like holes easily dripped out of the tree. The bark peeled off one by one, revealing the full of wood chips in the tree, but the sword shook the trunk of the banyan tree into powder.

The teenager stood in the rain in a daze, let the rain slide from his forehead, and suddenly bent down and knelt down, a little strange. He whispered, "Master...Father..."

Feng Yun Wuji sighed and stopped: "What's your name?"

"Mu... Huan... Ran... Master... Father... Teach... Me!" The teenager lowered his head deeply and kowtowed heavily on the bluestone board...

This teenager is obviously a martial arts maniac. In the sect, he seems to talk very little. When he has time, he spends on martial arts practice. Judging from the situation of his words, he has definitely not spoken for a long time. Thinking of this, Feng Yun Wuji couldn't help but feel more pity for the teenager. He was also a martial arts maniac...