Chapter 213

Finally, footsteps came.

The crowd suddenly looked up.

A white robed figure came out slowly with a gentle smile.

His earthly demeanor is extraordinary, natural and unrestrained, and his eyes are clear and moving. Especially his faint smile gives people an irresistible affinity and a very comfortable feeling.

"Is he the composer?"

The beautiful eyes of Shuqin and Huamei looked at the young man with red lips slightly open.

Before Yi Feng came out, she thought about the style of the composer countless times.

The person in front of her fits perfectly with the perfect image she thinks in her heart.

If you can compose such divine music, you should be such a person!

The fifth sky and yunxianque were also shocked, because they thought this peerless expert was a Huajia old man.

But what I never thought was that I was so young!

On the latter, they can't feel the slightest cultivation, just like mortals.

Of course, people will not be so stupid as to think he is a mortal.

It's the cultivation of this, which makes them completely unaware of it.

This also confirms Lu Qingshan's previous warning.

This is really a person who returns to nature and lives in seclusion here to feel the ordinary life.

"Yes, sir."

The crowd tacitly saluted one after another.

"Oh?"

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

Yi Feng smiled gently. He thought he was looking for the farmer or the pig killer in which street.

Now I see that the men are handsome and the women are beautiful. Even some old men wear extraordinary clothes. It seems that these people are big families.

I don't know why they are so polite.

"Sir, the little girl's calligraphy and piano painting. After hearing the music composed by Mr. Zhang, I came here with admiration." Shuqin painting said respectfully.

"Yes, yes, we are attracted by Mr. Song."

Other people also thought of Lu Qingshan's reminder and agreed with the words of calligraphy, piano and painting.

"Oh, I see. Come in and sit down."

Yi Feng suddenly realized with a smile. He didn't expect that he would play several songs at the door every day, and someone came to the door in admiration.

Sure enough.

Excellent people can't keep a low profile!

Several people followed Yi Feng and walked towards the martial arts school with excited faces.

After they entered the door, a figure not far from the door was already silly.

"This boy, this boy, unexpectedly..."

He was Yu WuJie who escaped by a tiger's mouth. At this moment, he felt that he couldn't breathe.

Because just now he opened all the conversations at the door to his ears.

He never thought that Peng Ying's useless childhood sweetheart was a peerless expert who could not be hidden?

That's him. Just killed Jiang Yu?

Even the proud sons of heaven like Yun xianque and the fifth Changkong deserve only respect in front of him?

And so is the ancestor of the green mountain sect

It reminds him of the terrible kitchen knife. It seems that he got it from an expert who opened a martial arts school

Remember this.

Isn't that it?

"What should I do?"

Yu WuJie was about to cry. He had conflicts with this one. Now in retrospect, he was arrogant in front of the Lord of hell!

"It's over. I have to run and get out of this place."

He was sad and ready to flee, because if he wanted to settle with him, he would have to pinch mole ants?

However.

He had just run a few steps when an angry figure stopped him.

It was Lu Qingshan who hurried away from Yi Feng.

The reason why he left in a hurry was Yu WuJie.

How could he not know with his information? It was Yu WuJie who overheard the music score from Mr. and took it to the ancient tomb.

Thus, Jiang Yu ran to the martial arts school and disturbed Yi Feng's seclusion life!

"Grandpa, you..."

As soon as Yu WuJie shouted, the ancestor of Qingshan raised his palm and slapped it on his face.

"Ah! Grandpa, why are you? I'm Yu WuJie. You hit the wrong person. Is there any misunderstanding? I'm an outstanding disciple of your green mountain sect! " Yu WuJie held his swollen face and wailed.

"Outstanding disciple?"

"Why?"

Lu Qingshan was furious, raised his palm and slapped again.

"Ah!"

Yu WuJie heard the cry of killing a pig and lay sadly on the ground.

"Give you a chance. Don't offend Mr. last time. I spared your life in the face of the three elders, but I didn't expect that you didn't open your eyes this time, dared to write Mr. Zhang's music and brought trouble to Mr. Zhang. Why can't you bear it?"

Lu Qingshan stepped on Yu WuJie's chest.

"Ka!"

The sternum is broken.

"Ah ah..."

Yu WuJie cried wildly and begged for mercy: "I'm wrong, I'm wrong, forgive me, give me a chance, I'll go to Mr. Yi Feng's little... No, Mr. Yi Feng's excuse. I'll repay him as a cow and horse for the rest of my life. Please forgive me!"

"Be an ox and a horse to atone?"

"By you?"

"You are a piece of rubbish, and you are also rationed to be a cow and a horse. How can you have the courage to say such words?"

The furious Lu Qingshan grabbed Yu WuJie and slapped him in the past.

This series of slaps directly turned Yu WuJie into a pig's head, spitting blood at his mouth, and he was unconscious, but he didn't forget to beg for mercy. "Surround me, old ancestor, I grew up after you. I have paid a lot for the Green Mountain Gate these years. I am an outstanding disciple of our Green Mountain Gate. I have worked hard without credit!"

"Hum."

Lu Qingshan's face was full of disdain and said, "you rubbish don't deserve to live in this world. Go to hell and repent!"

With that, Lu Qingshan grabbed Yu WuJie's neck and squeezed it down slowly.

Yu WuJie's voice suddenly stopped, lost his body suction and fell soft on the ground.

"Hum!"

Then he kicked Yu WuJie's body into a sewage ditch. Lu Qingshan gave up.

Look at the martial arts school not far away.

He took a deep breath and bowed respectfully.

He understands.

Mr. Lu Qingshan was already aware of this matter and did not speak it out. It gave him Lu Qingshan a chance to deal with it by himself.

In the martial arts school.

Calligraphy, piano, painting and others have long been speechless.

Because there are so many treasures in the martial arts school that they are dazzled.

Such great masters are unheard of.

Then, at the invitation of Yi Feng, they sat down rigidly.

Fortunately, Yi Feng's gentle smile and his affinity for speaking made them relaxed.

Even this appearance is hard to think of. It was this one who killed Jiang Yu who was one step away from entering the realm of Emperor Wu.

"Oh, Huo!"

At this time, Yi Feng frowned slightly and straightened his body subconsciously.

"Miss Yun, can you bring me a piece of paper behind you?" Yi Feng said in an unnatural voice.

When Yunxian que heard the speech, he looked back and found a layer of rice paper stacked on the back cabinet.

She took one at the command and suddenly widened her eyes.

Seeing this, the others also looked at the past and immediately felt suffocated.

A lifelike unicorn is being painted on the medium-sized rice paper. When people look at it, the bright eyes of the unicorn seem to emit endless pressure.

Make people's souls tremble!

The unicorn in this painting has spiritual knowledge and life?

Hoo!

People feel that their minds are confused. The value of this painting alone may crush the treasures of imperial products.

Yun xianque felt his palm tremble and solemnly handed the rice paper to Yi Feng.

"Hehe, it's not very interesting. Your stomach is a little uncomfortable. Excuse me for the time being. Take a look by yourself."

At the same time, Yi Feng tore the rice paper in his hand into two parts, pinched it into a ball, and then walked to the toilet behind him