Chapter 22 He is in trouble

In the back mountain of Fengjiangmen, the colorful autumn chrysanthemums are in full bloom, with a pond in the center and a cool hall standing above.

Mo Xu stood in the cool hall and looked at the immortal old man in front of him, and his heart was a little nervous. In front of him is Feng Tianming, the owner of the famous Fengjiang Gate, and the whole Hanrui country is full of his legend. Some people say that Feng Tianming has become ex mortal; others say that when Hanrui and Saming were at war, Feng Tianming alone defeated tens of thousands of enemy troops; and some people say that eight of the ten generals of Hanrui are his disciples.

I don't know whether the above legend is true or not, but he is always a legendary figure. Moreover, he is his own master. If he fires himself from Fengjiangmen, his efforts will be in vain. It is false that Mo Xu is not nervous.

Mo Xu met him once, but there were many people and he was not nervous. But this time, he is the only one.

Feng Tianming picked up the small clay pot on the stone table, poured a cup for himself, and poured a cup into the empty cup opposite him. With a white beard on his wrinkled face and a kind smile, he pointed to the opposite position: "Sit down."

Mo Xu sat down and relaxed a lot. He invited himself here. What's so nervous about him? However, he relaxed, and Mo Xu still couldn't pick up the cup on the table to take a sip of good tea. It is polite for elders to pour tea, but it is disrespectful for juniors to drink tea directly.

Mo Xu grinned and said, "Master, I don't know what you want to do with me?"

He laughed stupidly, but the words pointed straight to the topic.

"How have you been learning in Fengjiangmen recently?" Feng Tianming took a sip of tea, and I don't know whether it was deliberately circled or this was the topic he wanted to talk about.

Mo Xu touched his nose, but he was thinking about how to answer. In the last life, Mo Xu has developed the habit of answering cautiously to his superiors, and this habit was also brought here by him.

The accommodation conditions in Xuanfu are poor, the practice conditions are poor, and the coach is still very irresponsible. If it hadn't been for Li Shicheng to help him explain, he would have understood nothing now. But to tell the truth, will you offend the seemingly kind old man in front of you? After thinking about it, Mo Xu said, "It's okay. My friends in the dormitory are very good to me and have helped me a lot in practice and life."

This is the truth. At least Mo Xu didn't mention anything about Fengjiangmen or the coach, and blamed it all on his friends.

"Fengjiangmen has a knockout competition every three months. The people in Xuanfu must first pass the basic assessment, but they will be kicked out of Fengjiangmen. After passing the assessment, he fought against the people in hell, won the promotion to hell, and lost to stay in Xuanfu. Feng Tianming put down the purple sand cup and looked at Mo Xu interestingly: "What are you going to do?"

"Are you going to?" Mo Xu smiled bitterly: "I don't know. It's possible to leave Fengjiangmen."

Hearing this, Feng Tianming suddenly felt in his heart. Have other forces taken a fancy to him? Is he leaving Fengjiang Gate?

Feng Tianming experienced countless big and small things, calmed down at the first time, and thought of various solutions and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Because I don't know if I can pass the assessment." As soon as he talked about this, Mo Xu was a little entangled. The first time I came here was to test my talent, and the knockout competition must be a test of cultivation level and actual combat. It's okay to say in actual combat, but what about cultivation? I just practiced Dantian two days ago, and in three months, I was exhausted.

Hearing Mo Xu's answer, Feng Tianming was puzzled: "You have learned to be hot in three days. Only a few people in Fengjiangmen can compare with you. Why are you so unsure?

"This is different." Mo Xu shook his head: "I don't know what to say, but you should know that I'm just a talent in the early stage of Level 3."

Feng Tianming smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Some people are poor in talent and know how to work hard, and they will not be worse than others in the future. Your third-level talent, we Fengjiangmen can accept you once or twice.

"Thank you." Mo Xu nodded politely. He also wants to stay in Fengjiangmen, because as long as people go out from Fengjiangmen, Hanrui will be appointed, which is the most touching thing for Mo Xu. But... under normal circumstances, if you are ousted, the country will definitely not be banned.

"I'm looking forward to your next perfect performance, just like defeating Ningsonghe in the final and learning it in three days." After Feng Tianming said, his not old eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was calculating something. Suddenly, as if he had found some plan, Feng Tianming's mouth bent a bright smile: "If you can be promoted to hell, I will give you a gift."

Then a mysterious light flashed in the eyes: "This is what everyone dreams of." After saying that, he rubbed his hands again and matched his eyes, as if he liked the gift very much.

Mo Xu looked at the door owner and felt that he was not old at all, but a little cute. I couldn't help thinking of the old man who pointed his finger at all the finalists five days ago.

"Okay, I hope to get a gift from the doorkeeper." Mo Xu nodded and said, "The main thing is that there is nothing else, so I'll go back first?"

Mo Xu feels pressured to chat with the doorkeeper here. It's better to leave early.

"Go ahead, cultivation is important." After obtaining the permission of the door owner, Mo Xu left the back mountain.

After Mo Xu left, Feng Tianming still sat at the stone table and tasted a small tea. However, after a while, four old people came into the small hall, which were several elders of Fengjiangmen.

While Feng Tianming was talking to Mo Xu, the four elders were sitting in another cool hall drinking tea.

"How do you feel?" After taking a sip, Feng Tianming looked up at the four people.

"It can keep calm at critical moments. It's really a good seed to speak and do things. An elder showed three points of appreciation in his eyes.

Another short-haired elder added, "It's just that he is still too mysterious. He has a third-level talent, but he has learned combat skills comparable to the youth level in three days."

"Master, if he really advances in three months, are you really going to give him a gift?" The seemingly strong and brainless elder said.

"Give it, of course." Feng Tianming looked at him and said, "What you said should count."

After a pause, Feng Tianming raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said to the two elders who had just commented on talent and level: "Talent, level, are those useful? Actual combat, what we want from Fengjiangmen is actual combat. Although I have never seen a martial artist in the Qi deficiency period defeat Wu Xuanqi, and I have never seen a third-level talent defeat an eighth-level talent. However, this does not mean that it is impossible. Maybe he will become such a person.

"As for secrets... Who doesn't have a secret? You have, and so do I. Maybe he has some baby, we don't know, but baby is also part of the strength. Isn't it?" Feng Tianming smiled brightly and looked at the four people: "But I'm quite optimistic about this boy. Let's wait another three months to see what kind of surprise he will give us."

It is undeniable that Mo Xu was moved by the gift Feng Tianming said. Although I don't know what kind of gift it is, it must be much worse given by a doorkeeper.

Mo Xu also has a small calculation in his heart. He needs information and information about the marble.

Munshi, that's something that can control luck.

Mo Xu once asked Li Shicheng, but Li Shicheng said he didn't know. After thinking about it, Mo Xu felt that this thing may only be known to well-informed or powerful people.

If you can ask the doorman, he is undoubtedly a good target. The master, with such strong strength, must have traveled north and south, and knows more than others.

But if you want to ask the doorkeeper, you can't ask for no reason. Who will tell you? They must give them some benefits, but to their level, money is not important, and they can't give their own names. What they value more is talents. Therefore, the best way is to stay in Fengjiangmen and show strong strength.

"But it's not easy at all. I've just activated Dantian now, and I can't improve my strength." Mo Xu was afraid that he would not be able to stay in Fengjiangmen after three months.

...

Huh? Xiaoqiu went out?" There was a little surprise in her heavy voice: "She hasn't been out for two months."

"Yes, master." The man dressed in blue half knelt outside the blue curtain and said respectfully.

This is Room 3 of Tianfu. Everything here is blue, whether it is piled bricks and tiles, carpets or decorations in the room. Everyone in Fengjiangmen knows this, because the owner of this room likes blue.

If you stay in Fengjiangmen for a long time, you will find that there are a group of special disciples in Fengjiangmen, who wear blue robes at all times. To be precise, they are not only disciples of Fengjiangmen, but also the 'brothers' of Luo Wei, one of the four great geniuses. It's nice to say that brothers are pleasant, because everyone knows that they are actually horses brainwashed by Rovey.

"What's the purpose of her going out?" Through the curtain, Rowe's face could not be seen, but his voice was still cold as usual.

"I went to meet a man with her sister. His name is Mo Xu." The man half kneeling on the ground spoke respectfully, as if he had spoken to God.

The sound from the curtain seemed to be laughing and a little helpless: "Oh, that's really a lucky boy. Unexpectedly, Xiaoqiu could take the initiative to find him. I'm really envious. Why am I not so lucky?

The man half kneeling on the ground said in a very pious tone, "Master, you are the best. I think it's her loss if she doesn't come to you."

"Bang!" As soon as the man finished speaking, a blood stain appeared on his face.

"Shut up, remember, I'm better than her." The heavy voice was full of anger.

The man lowered his head vigorously and dared not resist.

Soon, the voice in the curtain became cold again: "Hu, I think he is going to have some trouble."

"It must be like this." The man named Hu answered in a firm voice.

"Okay, you go out." The sound from the curtain has been half impatient. The man in blue covered his injured face and hurried away.