Chapter 184

Follow Zhong Qing and Guan Yunpeng to the martial arts school.

All the way.

All the way.

Until the end, I felt that the whole person would become numb.

Starting from the step that entered the door, everywhere you look, there are babies.

The mirror hanging in the hall, the pictures on both sides of the wall, the large black umbrella placed at random, the flame beads placed in the stove, and even the rag hung on the bamboo pole

He can't count.

I only know that every time I saw a treasure, my body sank involuntarily. Through the hall, he almost crawled on the ground.

"Master, I brought someone." Zhong Qing said softly.

Zhong Qing's words immediately inspired Guan Yunpeng. Then he hurriedly looked up and looked ahead.

A young man.

Fell into his eyes.

The white robe is spotless, showing a gentle and elegant temperament. He writes with his right hand on the side of the desk. He is looking at him with a faint smile.

This.

Is that the master of master Zhong Qing?

Sure enough.

be not of the common sort!

It's just that he is like master Zhong Qing. I can't see the details, and I don't know what cultivation is.

At the same time, Zhong Qing told Yi Feng what had just happened in the martial arts school. Yi Feng looked at him with appreciation, and then smiled at Guan Yunpeng: "sit down."

"Yes."

Guan Yunpeng nodded modestly. Even if there was a stool on one side, he still didn't dare to sit down.

Suddenly.

His pupils contracted.

His eyes were fixed on the rice paper full of brush words.

A thump in my heart.

He was shocked to find that the fonts on these rice paper all carried something that surprised him.

Such as the square font, with a heroic spirit.

The font like a blade contains strong knife Qi.

There are many different fonts, or sword meaning, or Taoist rhyme, or martial meaning, or make people feel peaceful, or make people excited

What makes him more incredible is that these rice paper with full fonts are spread everywhere on the ground, on the desk, and even under the feet of Yi Feng, just like abandoned garbage.

"The words written by Sir, good, good!"

He swallowed a mouthful of water. He is still at a certain level. He can't think of a word that can reflect praise.

"You know words, too?"

Hearing the speech, Yi Feng asked Guan Yunpeng in surprise.

"A little understanding, a little understanding."

Guan Yunpeng quickly bowed and said, "it's just my level. I don't dare to teach others in front of you."

"Ha ha, you're welcome. By the way, what's your name?" Yi Feng was very excited. Unexpectedly, he met a fellow believer.

"Guan Yunpeng."

Guan Yunpeng quickly replied.

"Guan Yunpeng, good name."

Yi Feng nodded and wrote Guan Yunpeng on a new rice paper. Then he handed it to Guan Yunpeng and said with a smile, "how about looking at the three words."

Guan Yunpeng took the rice paper respectfully with both hands, and felt a strong sword coming to his face.

"Okay, okay, okay."

Guan Yunpeng held rice paper in his hands, shouted loudly in his mouth and twinkled in his eyes. He never thought that writing his name could play such a role.

Yi Feng smiled. Being praised was always exciting, so he said, "if you like it, I'll give it to you."

"What?"

"Send it, give it to me?"

Guan Yunpeng's heart beat violently, his body trembled, and his face looked at Yi Feng strangely, full of surprises.

"In a few words, it's no big deal!" Yi Feng smiled.

"Thank you, thank you, elder."

Guan Yunpeng held rice paper in his hands, and his excited tears spread. His body trembled and was about to kneel down to Yi Feng.

Seeing this, Yi Feng quickly picked him up and looked at his tearful eyes. He couldn't help feeling how much he liked words?

Thinking of his injuries, he smiled and said, "let me show you the injuries!"

"Well, how dare you trouble sir?" Guan Yunpeng said flattered.

"Meeting is fate. What's the trouble?" Yi Feng smiled gently.

"Well, please, sir."

Guan Yunpeng couldn't restrain his excitement. Unexpectedly, he could not only survive today, but also continuously obtain such opportunities.

Approaching Yi Feng, he said modestly, "just sir, I'm afraid my injury is not easy to cure!"

"You think too much." Yi Fengbai glanced at him and said, "what's wrong with skin trauma?"

"Skin, trauma?"

Guan Yunpeng smacked his mouth and looked at Yi Feng strangely.

It seems that there is only one sword mark on his body, but the meridians and viscera in his body have long been shocked by the sword Qi of the black sword, but this one says it's a skin injury?

Did he fail to see the condition in his body, or did he really think it was so light?

He was surprised that Yi Feng had asked Zhong Qing to bring the crushed herbs.

"Put it on. It'll be ready soon."

With that, Yi Feng took the herb and pasted it on Guan Yunpeng's wound.

So hasty?

Guan Yunpeng opened his mouth. Although he admitted that the big man's cultivation was against the sky, did he have any misunderstanding about healing?

But as soon as he raised this doubt, he was shocked to find that a warm current entered his body along his wound, not only dispersing the sword Qi left in his body, but also repairing his injured meridians and viscera at a visible speed.

"Hiss!"

Guan Yunpeng could not help shivering when he felt comfortable.

What kind of anti heaven means is this? It's so terrible!

For a moment, he looked at Yi Feng with more fanaticism. He quickly bowed to Yi Feng and said gratefully, "the elder's means are really powerful. He not only cultivates for heaven and supports my younger generation, but also has a good heart to help all living beings."

"Cultivation to heaven?"

Yi Feng glanced at Guan Yunpeng, shook his head and said with a smile, "are you wrong? I don't have cultivation to the sky. I'm just a mortal."

"Mortal?"

Guan Yunpeng was stunned.

Just now, the disciple who killed the black sword said he was a mortal. Now the big man who has the means against the sky also said he was a mortal?

"Elder, you are too modest. Why do you keep a low profile and hide when you clearly have the means to connect the sky?" Finally, he asked his doubts.

"I don't have any means of communication. I'm really a mortal."

Yi Feng couldn't help but give him a white look and thought that he wouldn't meet another Chinese second-class goods like Wu Yonghong?

Guan Yunpeng was even more confused.

I really can't figure out why I should pretend to be a mortal.

"Sir."

"Sir, today's work is almost done. Let's talk to you."

Just then, several shouts came from outside the door.

Then, under Guan Yunpeng's stunned eyes, several old people came in covered with mud.