106, under the night

She looked silently at Han Jing and Yang Feng leaning against the tall pillars of the corridor with a complicated look, with an elegant smile on her pale face.

The dark blue night sky is full of the moon, and the silver glow is sprinkled on the smooth corridor floor tiles, which looks particularly sad. Yes, it's sad. This is a feeling she has never experienced before, and her heart is crying about it.

Yang Feng's study is full of dense books. No matter how many times he is burned by the fire phoenix, it will quickly return to its original appearance.

Just now, Han Jing was wrapped in a blanket and reading in Yang Feng's study. Yang Feng carefully poured tea and handed water next to her and brushed her hair. His movements were so gentle, and there was a strong doting in his eyes, which made her not even have the tone to go in and question. When Han Jing said she wanted to go out for fresh air, he immediately came out with Han Jing, and she hid like a thief.

secretly looked at Yang Feng from a distance. His tall and straight posture was still heroic, and his handsome face added a mature and masculine beauty because of his beard. She was intoxicated and broke into pieces.

I didn't notice that someone was peeping at me in the corner. Han Jing looked up at the dark blue sky with confused eyes and sighed faintly.

"What's the good sigh?" Yang Feng said gently. He also didn't notice that someone was peeking at him in the corner, or didn't care. This is in the Nanmo Branch. Except for Lao Yang's deep house, even if it is his old nest, he doesn't think anyone can be unfavorable to him here.

"I'm going to pinch you to see if I'm dreaming." Han Jing pinched Yang Feng's arm fiercely.

It's not that he can't avoid it, but Yang Feng doesn't want to hide, or enjoys it. The pain on his arm came, and he cracked his mouth and smiled: "Woman, is revenge enough?"

"Well, do you know I'm retaliating?" Han Jing squeezed her lips and smiled.

"Because you locked Leng Wuya and others in the special training camp as a teacher, and you didn't use the privilege to fool around with those who are not qualified. It's really strange if you don't blame you for being a teacher."

"Why am I not qualified? They can't beat me."

"You only took a day's class in the college, and you can count how many qualifications you have."

"The competition is about strength. Who will rank with you? If you really want to rank seniority, it is estimated that you will be at the bottom in another hundred years.

"The qualifications of being a teacher are not bad."

"That's what you think!" With an infinite contemptuous look, Han Jing continued to say, "If you really boast so well, can you be exiled to this haunted place?"

Even if the Nanmo branch hall of the Xuanqi Temple is at the bottom, it is also an honor for Yang Feng's age to take over the Nanmo branch hall, which is no less than the glory of the top-ranked branch masters. After being degraded by Han Jing, Yang Feng smiled and said, "Dead girl, if you don't speak ill of being a teacher for a day, you will feel uncomfortable."

Ignoring Yang Feng's words, Han Jing, who often changes her mind, changed the topic again: "Where did you get Lin Yin?"

"That's what I said! She is a living person who wants to go. Why does she intervene as a teacher? She is not a criminal? She is a teacher and lock her up directly in case you can investigate and prison at any time. After staying with Han Jing for a long time, Yang Feng, who cherished his words as gold, became more and more sharp.

"You are very strange. I just asked Lin Yin where he went, and you came with such a lot of talk. Are you guilty? Be honest, or if I find out, you will die!" Even if she knew the whereabouts of the master, even if she knew that this cheap master was indeed extraordinary, Han Jing did not have the sense of respect to the master. She still said anything she thought of, and there was no taboo.

I don't know that the two's words made the peeping woman retreat sadly. Han Jing still waved her fist to threaten, while Yang Feng did not avoid a blind smile.

The big black bird flew over the house and threw himself into the darker night in the distance. The moon was also hidden in the thick clouds at this time, making the buildings of the brightly lit Nanmo Branch Hall more brilliant in the dark night.

Suddenly, an inexplicable panic hit her heart. Han Jing said headlessly, "I'm going to beat you!"

The disparity in strength is superior to the master himself in all aspects - of course, this has to rule out the ice sword. Even if the damage is serious, there is no problem for the ice sword to kill the master. Of course, Han Jing didn't really want to fight with his master at this time, just to hide her inexplicable panic and pull him into a fight.

Yang Feng made an indifferent expression, then walked down the steps and stood in the yard, raised his palm and made a very old gesture, which respected the intention of his opponent to ask him to take action first.

Born in an ancient Xuan family, Han Jing also understood the meaning of that gesture. She felt respected for the master's gesture. Her vanity was a little satisfied and smiled brightly.

Seeing that Han Jing returned a polite gift, Yang Feng also smiled. Although this girl usually shouts to kill herself, she still respects herself.

To be honest, he also wants to know who is good at adapting to changes and who is far stronger than herself. Anyway, Han Jing was forcibly suppressed and rested on the couch for nearly a month. There was an ice soul sword to guide Bing Xuanli to heal herself. Her body recovered faster than expected, and now she has almost recovered.

Like the water and moon falling on the ground again, the cool night wind blew slowly, brushing up the cold hair and danced gently. She completely ignored the messy hair and began to circle around the master.

Under Han Jing's all-round examination, Yang Feng is as stable as a stone.

Unable to find the master's flaw, Han Jing simply stopped looking for it and rushed straight up. On the ground under the moonlight, she suddenly coincided with the master's figure and separated in an instant.

At the moment when the figure coincided, an ice-blue sword light burst out on her left palm. Han Jing also flew out with the strength of the backlash after the palm as the support point.

Yang Feng was just a pair of flesh palms, which also came with terrible pressure. The strong palm wind shook the ice blue flash like a flower in the wind. He is also a combat maniac with extremely rich combat experience and will never give his opponent a chance to breathe.

As soon as she landed, before she stabilized her body, Han Jing made the continuous strong palm wind out of breath, retreated again and again, and finally tripped a laurel tree.

In fact, Han Jing would not fall even if she was tripped, but Yang Feng couldn't help grabbing her, pulled her into his arms, and then pushed her away in panic.

"No more!" Han Jing suddenly shouted. Then, she jumped up the tree and found a comfortable position to sit half-sit, looking up at the sky through the branches and leaves of the tree.

The silver moon is more and more ethereal behind the haze-like clouds. A few faint stars are scattered around, and the night sky is a little drunk under the drunkenness of the stars and the moon.

The soft moonlight passed through the not-so dense branches and leaves, was filtered into mottled light spots, and densely sprinkled on Han Jing's body. Her condensed jade-like skin was reflected by the moonlight and the windlights in the porch, reflecting a seductive luster.

Yang Feng clearly saw a string of bright tears hanging on the beautiful beauty. He wanted to ask, but he didn't know where to start. He wanted to enter her heart, but he was still hesitant.

Wrave away the tears on her face, suppressed her sad emotions, and Han Jing jumped down and walked past Yang Feng as if there was no one else. After going up the steps, he stopped and turned around and asked, "Master, are you still here? Who are you planning?"

"Well, I thought you would continue to ignore being a teacher." Yang Feng smiled with a guilty smile.

Han Jing, who was occasionally confused, was shrewd at this time. She turned around and asked suspiciously, "Hey, are you planning me? I'll warn you first, don't play tricks with me, or you will be demolished!"

The eyes meet, and even if Yang Feng is guilty, he has to show that his eyes are open and do not avoid it at all. He hummed majestically and said, "Of course, being a teacher is planning on you. Well, let a group of instructors to tosss you tomorrow. If you can't memorize the knowledge taught by the instructors, see how to punish you as a teacher.

The threat of a cheap master was not taken seriously at all. Han Jing turned her head and left. As she walked, she said, "The difference between geniuses and fools is that geniuses are used to thinking with their brains, and idiots can only carry hard things, just like Master. Therefore, I won't listen to your stupid words and recite the knowledge taught by the instructors.

"Uh, this damn girl!" Yang Feng laughed. He held his arms in front of his chest, and his eyes kept following the more and more beautiful shadow, and his long eyelashes, which were thicker than women, flashed strangely.

Long after Han Jing entered, Yang Feng shouted coldly, "Stay away from her."

In the shadow, an elegant and gentle woman's voice came out: "Just look at it from afar. Am I wrong?"

No longer facing the gentleness of Han Jingshi, Yang Feng looked arrogantly, and there was more sharpness in his eyes: "Are you questioning my words?"

The cool words, like knives, pierced into the soft square inch of her chest, making the woman in the shadow unable to keep calm, and her pupils were full of wet sadness. After swallowing salty tears, she said sadly, "Yes, I shouldn't have asked this question. It won't happen again."

Yang Feng didn't make a sound and seemed to think that she should do so. In the shadow he couldn't see, or in the dark place he didn't bother to see, the cool eyes of the woman in white were lonely with the lonely moon.

Jiao Sen quietly walked to Yang Feng's side. At this time, Yang Feng still did not restrain his sharp eyes, because he had this expression except in front of Han Jing.

Just now, Joson passed by the woman in white and couldn't help but look at her with compassion, but he understood that this was very unreasonable. After all, her identity was there.

At this time, when he saw Yang Feng, Qiao Sen suddenly felt that in the master's heart, he may not pay attention to his identity, right? With his love for Han Jing, it is not necessarily impossible to do something crazy, right?

"Don't let anyone disturb Han Jing, do you understand? Even her brothers are not allowed!" Yang Feng said insen.