Chapter 70 Three Letters

When Han Feng and Xi Zhong returned to the station, it was very late. Everyone had dinner, so they gathered together to discuss going back tomorrow. Although the four martial arts institutes are also known, there are not many exchanges, and you can let them know before leaving. Only three people came to the Baiyun Martial Arts Academy. The monk was like duckweed. Master Baiyun has left with three apprentices, so there is no need to think about it at that time. Xi Zhong, deputy director of the other two martial arts institutes, sent two disciples to inform each other.

The cry of the sunbird awakens the morning light. The bright autumn color embellishes the unparalleled city with colorful colors.

Han Feng exhaled a turbid breath and felt the surging power in the sea of Dantian gas, and a wisp of smile floated to his lips. Since the two beads were powerful, he was still very satisfied with the progress of thousands of miles a day. But daily practice is still a necessary lesson. Whenever I think of the purple eyes of the Yuan baby from the demon realm, I can't help but feel a chill in my heart. I don't know when this guy will find himself when he is happy. I'm afraid he won't be able to eat and walk. Therefore, this has almost become a driving force for his continuous penance. Without pressure, there is no motivation... Han Feng shook his head and threw away the strange guy in his head and walked to the hall.

Before entering the hall, a voice has come out.

"Go and ask Han Feng to come here."

No, with the words, Han Feng appeared in the hall and found that everyone had gathered in the hall, as if he was missing. He scratched his head shyly and said, "Practice is a waste of time." Then Qingyue said, "You little guy is really troublesome." Qingyue is not a few years older than him, but she always calls him a little guy, which makes Han Feng feel a little depressed. However, who asked him to get started late? Even his age and his seemingly Murong Ruxue were his masters. I had to suffer silently.

"Master Qingyue, I don't know what's wrong."

Han Fengdao. Look at it yourself. With a strange look, Xi Zhong put two letters in front of him. Someone sent it to my door early in the morning, saying that they wanted you to kiss me. Do you know these two people?

The envelopes made of two pink and white paper sealed by fire are placed in the carved plate. Han Feng picked up a letter and gently opened it. It wrote a few big words in the smoke ink of Wenyuan Pavilion: I heard that you have an axe, and I would like to have a look today. A few big words are simple but not simple. Between the dragon and snake, the pen is like a swordsman in white, and the murderous air comes out of the paper. The signature has no name, but it is a huge black sword. Han Feng already knew that Liu Baiyi came to the door. Thinking of the black sword dancing wildly in the wind, the elegant prodigal son, a chill surged into my heart.

He opened the second letter quietly. There was no writing in the letter, but a huge fist. The thick ink pen did not have any rules, but drew a few thick lines in reverse loops. But a hegemony came head-on. Han Feng couldn't help feeling cold when he thought of the fist that flashed across the sky like a meteor. He folded the two pieces of paper as if nothing had happened, put them away, and put them on his body. Turn around and laugh at everyone. It has nothing to do with two friends. It has nothing to do with everyone. But I was calculating how to escape.

Murong Ruxue asked, "Is it really all?" Han Feng smiled and said, "What's the matter? It's just two new friends. After all, the trouble he caused is not good for everyone. He doesn't want to tell everyone about it so much that he makes everyone worry.

"Didi, Didi."

A strange voice suddenly sounded in the hall. Xi Zhong took out a strange thing with a strange face and said, "I'm afraid there is something urgent, otherwise the hospital owner will not work hard to use this ten thousand miles of transmission."

He put the round thing like a bronze mirror on the palm of his hand, and a few fingerprints rose to the top of people's heads. Han Feng keenly felt that the original force of the waveform in the air was trembling.

"Wan." With a sound, the air is like opening a crystal mirror. The mirror is a few feet round and suspended in the air, which is completely transformed by Yuanli. Yuanli gathered all the surrounding water elements in the air, and then formed a crystal-shaped screen in the air with the help of the foreign treasure. Han Feng's heart moved. It turned out that the elements had such a wonderful use, and it seemed that he would have to think more about it in the future.

With a cough, a blue-shirted scribe appeared in the mirror. I can't see how old he is, but as soon as a kind of pressure appeared, it enveloped the hall in an instant.

Danfeng eyes, slightly towering cheekbones, high nose bridge, a fairy-style Taoist bone appearance. Han Feng said in his heart, is this Murong Qingmu, the contemporary owner of Qingcheng? As soon as he thought about it, the people around him had bowed down. He called in unison: Lord.

"That's all." A majestic voice sounded, the humane.

I don't know if there is an urgent matter for the owner's call? Xi Zhong asked.

The man said, "Who is Han Feng?"

Han Feng said in his heart, how could the owner know my name? Does this have anything to do with me? At present, he did not dare to neglect and said loudly, "Disciples of this college, Han Feng visited the head of the hospital."

The scribe in the mirror looked up and down at Han Feng for a long time, nodded secretly and said, "I can win the championship in Qingcheng this time. I have already known your credit." Suddenly, he brushed his sleeve, and a roll of things had fallen into the latter's hand. He immediately said, "This roll of things is a secret that I don't pass on in Qingcheng. I hope you can understand it. Unfortunately, this is only a remnant volume. No one has been able to understand it for hundreds of years. Today, it can be regarded as a reward for you. I hope you can gain something." It is a simple yellow scroll with some warmth, which is not silk or silk, and is extraordinary at a glance. Han Feng said in his heart that it turned out to be a remnant, but he didn't dare to say so. Now he thanked him. Han Feng looked up and found that his peers were looking at him with envy on his face. It's not easy to think about what you have suffered this time.

Murong Qingmu suddenly said, "Just now, I received your Zhujie biography and asked you to go back to Wuyun City immediately, so don't come back with your peers. You can stay for a little longer when you go back to Wuyun this time. If you need my help from Qingcheng, you can send messages thousands of miles. He turned his head and gave him this thousands of miles of information later. Xi Zhong said yes.

Murong Qingmu said again, "It's up to you. Don't lose my reputation in Qingcheng." Han Fengnuo said yes.

Immediately, the scribe said, "You can retreat first."

and others came out of the hall, leaving only the deputy chief Xi Zhong and the scribe in the room. Xi Zhong looked sad and said, "Does the owner really want to let the second son go to that secular place?" The scribe delayed for a moment and said, "The other party came forward by the old monster and took out the token of those years. I really can't push it..." Xi Zhong frowned and said, I'm afraid that the misfortune and blessings will be unpredictable, and I, Qingcheng, can't get rid of it. The scribe raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes were full of light: "The second son is not something in the pool. It is not something that can be restricted by my small Qingcheng... If it is troublesome to get up, I, Qingcheng is not a good person..." Xi Zhong nodded and said yes.

After the instructions, the scribe in the mirror nodded slightly and disappeared into the air with a bang. A sigh came from Xi Zhong's mouth full of chattering, which lasted for a long time.

......

A small pub with a glass of old wine. A tall teenager was leaning against the window and tasting the pale red wine in the glass. The smell of wine is strong, and the teenager is not good at drinking. After a few drinks, there is already a faint confusion in his eyes. He turned around and looked out of the window, and the surging Shangjiang River was rolling forward.

With a sigh, he looked up and drank all the things in the cup. The long light golden hair shines golden under the morning glow, and it looks chic.

This teenager is Han Feng. After knowing the news that he was leaving, he couldn't bear to see Murong Ruxue's sad look and sneaked out as if he had escaped... He happened to be here, and it was a hundred miles away from Wushuang City.

......

The scenery here is so beautiful that he couldn't help but stop and go to this tavern for fun for half a day. Love for beautiful scenery was one of his hobbies. At this moment, looking at the vast Shangjiang River outside the window and watching the green pines between the cliffs, he couldn't help drinking wine in the wind and was in a moment of interest. When I feel sad, my feelings arise.

"Bump."

With a crisp footsteps stepping on the narrow stairs of the tavern, a figure appeared in front of the door of the tavern, and the noise stopped abruptly. At noon, there were a lot of people coming and going in the tavern, but no one spoke at this time, and people turned their eyes to the person who had just came up.

Han Feng only looked at the scenery outside the window and didn't notice that the person who had just came in ran straight to his wine table.

"Brother, can I sit here?"

The voice is crisp and beautiful, like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley. Han Feng said, but it's okay to sit down. He didn't come back.

"Brother is so elegant."

"The scenery is good..."

"Don't drink to relieve your worries!"

"How can there be so many worries? This...the beautiful scenery can relieve your worries."

"I'm afraid that I'm even more worried when I'm drunk. How can this beautiful scenery be more beautiful? ......”

Han Feng was shocked and couldn't help turning around. The wine woke up a little. He opened his mouth and praised, "What a beautiful little father-in-law!"

"You... thank you for your praise." Just as the man was about to get angry, he controlled himself in a blink of an eye, but his face turned red. It turned out that Han Feng's eyes were actually a young man with a crown and jade face. Han Feng already belongs to the image of a handsome man in people's eyes, but it is much worse than that teenager. A pair of bright eyes are flexible and intelligent. The fair skin is like warm jade. In particular, the two small dimples on the cheeks are addictive. A black green silk was gently tied by a light yellow scribe's scarf. An elegant and beautiful image makes people suspect that she is a girl.

"Don't appear in Xianggong Hutong in the capital like this." Han Feng smiled.

The beautiful teenager asked strangely, "Why?"

Han Feng laughed... For a moment, the depression in his chest was much more comfortable.