Chapter 4

"The top of the willows under the moon, after dusk."

Liu Huifeng whispered that he had just got a few fresh fish from Zhang Hansheng, and immediately bought salt and some necessary seasonings from the grocery store and quickly returned to Longkong Mountain.

With ingredients, other things are much simpler. Years of living alone have created Liu Huifeng's good skills. After only half an hour, Liu Huifeng took care of everything in an orderly manner, and now he is waiting for the master to appear.

What surprised Liu Huifeng was that until the last glimmer of the sunset disappeared into the clouds in the west, his master still did not appear. Liu Huifeng, who was bored, touched the scene, so he whispered this sentence.

"Is this poem touching the scene?"

Liu Huifeng was shocked. Although Longkong Mountain is known as a mountain, it is actually just an independent peak in Huangshan, which is more accurate as Longkong Peak. In addition to Dingyuan Village at the foot of the mountain, there are also some hunters living in the mountain.

It's just that these hunters only live on the mountainside, and there are many jackals and raptors in the mountains. Even hunters with many years of experience are inconvenient and dare not live higher. As for the top of Longkong Mountain, since the beginning of Liu Huifeng's incident, only he and the master have lived there. Oh, he should also add his three teachers. At this time, how can he not be surprised when he suddenly hears the voice of strangers?

He could feel that there was no murderous atmosphere. Liu Huifeng was relieved. He pondered and bowed to the void with his hands in his hands. "I don't know which senior came to Longkong Mountain. He is a guest from afar. The younger generation Liu Huifeng is polite!"

"Farewell to that carefree man, but accepted a good apprentice."

This time, the sound was nearby. Liu Huifeng looked up and looked up with the sound and saw a man coming with a sword. When he arrived in front of Liu Huifeng, he gently waved his sleeve robe. The huge sword with blue-purple light under his feet turned into a wisp of blue wind and disappeared into the air, but the man also jumped from the air and stood in front of Liu Huifeng.

Liu Huifeng was shocked. The person in front of him could actually use his sword with anger. Thinking of what he had just said, he quickly saluted the person, "The younger Liu Huifeng met his predecessor!"

"I am knowledgeable and reasonable, but these vulgar gifts are still exempt!"

I didn't see what he did. Liu Huifeng felt a soft force to hold him. Before the ceremony was completely stopped, he was not hard. He stood up and looked carefully at the people in front of him. He couldn't help sighing in his heart. What an elegant figure!

I saw that the man was tall, wearing a hair crown, his long black hair was gently raised in the wind, and he was wearing a blue-and-white mixed-colored cloak. A pair of flowing cloud flying sleeves were wide but not cumbersome. A white belt was tied around his waist, just embedded in the cloak and dark blue trousers, and a pair of brown iron shoes were matched with each other. It's a combination. It's just that a pair of star-like eyes look slightly cold, making life feel cold.

Liu Huifeng does not know who this person is. Although the person in front of him looks just a young man, he knows in his heart that the practitioner can no longer judge his age by his face. Like his own master, he has been in his twenties for so many years.

"Your master and I are friends with each other. You can just call me Uncle Qiu Han."

seemed to see what Liu Huifeng was thinking, and the person said lightly:

"Your master will arrive later. Don't worry. He has something to say first. Let me test you for him and give him a sword!"

Liu Huifeng was shocked. His uncle, who had never met, met him for the first time today, and that face seemed to condense a thousand years of ice, making him feel a little chill in this midsummer.

Surprised, Liu Huifeng's calm personality made him quickly recover from his surprise. He bowed to Qiu Han's uncle in front of him and moved his mind, and the Qingfeng sword, which was still in the room, had roared in front of him.

Liu Huifeng moved his body, held the sword formula, secretly blew the ice formula, and attacked this uncle Qiu Han.

Qiu Han saw it and nodded slightly. Liu Huifeng's sword move is very ordinary, called Cang Song to welcome guests, but it is the starting style when the younger generation fights on the elders. There are such moves in all factions.

He couldn't help but have a good impression of Liu Huifeng and said, "You're welcome". As soon as he held the void of his right hand, he had an extra cyan flying sword in his hand. His wrist shook slightly, took out a sword flower, and stabbed Liu Huifeng. His move is also a return move, which is to express his intention to accept the advice of the younger generation.

At this moment, the two of them come and go and start to break up.

"Farewell, Feng'er's practice is really thousands of miles a day. It seems that you really picked up a treasure back then."

said in a soft voice. In front of a cliff not far from the two, a blue-shirted man and three women quietly watched the two people. Here you can clearly see their moves.

"Sister Yuqin, I picked up the wind with this stinky guy. At that time, the wind was so pitiful that I almost froze to death by the heavy snow."

"Xianran's sister is a good heart. Heaven has the virtue of a good life. Feng'er and separation are called masters and apprentices. In fact, they are like father and sons. It can be seen that the cycle of heavenly principles must have cause and effect. However...", the previous soft voice said leisurely, "Time flies. Unconsciously, it has been 18 years, and the infant is now also a young man."

The woman in purple standing on the left of the man said this and turned her head to look gently at the man beside her. The undisguised affection in her beautiful eyes quietly explained the relationship between the two.

"Well, Sister Yuqin, I know you like him, but you have watched it for 300 years, and you haven't seen enough!"

The happy words made Yuqin blush slightly, withdrew her eyes, and turned her eyes to the two people who were fighting with the sword. She lowered her head and said softly, "I'm like this. Why aren't you two like this?"

Her eyes turned to the far right of the man, a woman in white. The woman in white seemed to feel something and turned her head to look at her. Her cold temperament made her look sideways.

The man in red suddenly said:

"Ah, I don't know how to make that ice face lighter. Feng'er is not as perverted as his master, Sister Yuqin, don't you think?"

Yuqin smiled, "Why don't you ask Qingyao?"

happily made a grimace at the woman in white before saying to Yuqin, "She is also an ice face, and Bai Qiuhan is also an ice face. With two ice faces, she must be on Xiao Qiuhan's side!"

The woman in white and the man in blue, known as Qingyao, did not seem to hear her words. They still stared at the two people on the scene and were happy to see that they ignored themselves. They also snorted and stopped talking.