C13

Ni Fei wanted to say something but hesitated. He saw that his aunt's expression was a little different and very serious. He had also heard about some of the evil deeds that Liu Feng committed. This person was someone he could not afford to offend. Although Ni Fei was famous for stirring up trouble, he also had a sense of propriety. With a target, this untouchable master would not go and provoke himself, but he still loathed these tyrannical people.

Although he was a prodigal son who stirred up trouble, no one who knew him would think this way, because he was trying to fight for others' injustice. The so-called "stirring up trouble" was to provoke the weaker and stronger ones who liked to bully others. Therefore, those who had heard of him did not hate him, but rather had some respect for this young man. Since ancient times, this world had always hated kindness. Seeing such a villain unable to vent his anger on a righteous person was indeed a form of suffering for this prodigal son. It was as if a plate of delicious food was placed in front of him, but could not be eaten.

The man who had just been injured by Ni Fei was sitting on the side and did not dare to do anything. He felt a wave of resentment in his heart and did not dare to do anything. The expression on his face was extremely ugly. As for He Lin Tong, he stood there without any expression. He was not anxious about what happened just now, nor was he afraid of the Sect Leader's ugly expression. He calmly stood there with his sword crossed.

Seeing the disdainful expressions of the two, Liu Feng did not get angry at them for slandering her, but continued to laugh, and her voice was as gentle as if she had just entered the room: "Today, this junior has matters to attend to and cannot delay any longer. Just now, just treat it as us tripping over a rock and falling to the ground, and another day when we have free time, we will pay a visit to the Blue Lotus Girl, and ask for a few moves of the Jade Maiden Sword Art that could shake the entire martial arts world."

At this moment, Ni Fei became anxious and said, "You tripped over a rock, what are you doing?" It was obvious that he was dissatisfied with Liu Feng's slandering words, but he was stopped by the green lotus at the side. "Sect Leader Liu, with this satisfaction, I, Qing Lian, will naturally accompany you. It's just that my sword technique is a bit too weak." After saying that, he pulled Ni Fei's hand and strode out of the teahouse. The two of them rode their horses and galloped away. He could vaguely hear the conversation between the two people on horseback.

"Fei'er, you can't stir up trouble outside in the future. "The Liu Feng Jiang Hu people also saw him back off, why should we provoke him?"

"This kind of person is too arrogant. I think I should be taught a lesson. Otherwise, I would think that this vast martial arts world has not cured this kind of arrogant disease." Ni Fei giggled and continued, "Didn't you teach me how to break it just now?"

"I'm scolding you for not improving."

"That sect leader is extremely arrogant!"

"..."

The sound gradually melted into the lush green sea of trees.

After Ni Fei, Ni Qing Lian and the rest of the Liu Feng group left, they also hurriedly headed in the opposite direction.

After the rain, the sky looked extremely fresh and gloomy. It was hard to tell whether it was the arrival of night or the sky darkening in the blink of an eye. A gust of wind blew past and the raindrops on the bamboo on the tree fell down like a drizzle. However, the swaying bamboo in the dark forest was still emerald green and there were occasional chirps from the birds.

The cabin in the forest was extremely quiet. The occasional bird cry and water drops falling from the treetops had broken the deathly silence.

In the forest, the room was extremely warm. The flames on the stove were reflected on the wall, and the flames on the wall were like dancing fire clouds. The warmth was also slowly being drawn out.

Yan Wenqing quietly sat at the side of the table, flipping through a book. He was completely engrossed in reading, paying no attention to the sound of the wind and rain outside his window as he concentrated on reading. The grandma would occasionally raise her head and stare at Yan Wenqing, revealing a benevolent smile. It was as if she was very satisfied with her blissful life. The heaven and earth were peaceful, so why wouldn't the old man be satisfied with this kind of happiness and warmth?

However, this peace and tranquility in the forest was suddenly shattered by a group of people and horses, leaving nothing undamaged.

"Grandmother, is it still raining outside?" Yan Wenqing suddenly raised his head and asked the old granny who was sitting by the stove sewing clothes.

"It stopped just now. It must be the night. The weather is so good. This house is warm." The grandma said with a smile.

"Always feeling restless outside. Maybe he lost his spirit reading by himself. " Yan Wenqing complained, "I'm going to see if the butterfly silk in the house has been blown off by the wind." After which, he prepared to stand up.

"You read books, you read books, Granny read books." The old granny placed her green robe on the stool, stood up, patted herself off, and walked towards the next room.

The group of people stopped not far away from the house. These people were naturally uninvited, their attire was unique, and the strange clothes they wore made people's eyes dazzle, the weapons in their hands were even more unique, their shape was a snake or a bow and a knife, but they were extremely sharp. There were even some that looked like small folding fans, but seemed to be able to produce a strong gust of wind. These people were all standing there in a mess, but when they spoke, those who didn't seem to be orthodox spoke softly, so they were afraid that they might be alerted.

Right at that moment, another group of people rushed over from another direction. This group of people only had the sound of neat footsteps, not a single word of discussion, and some of them had torches in their hands, and in the darkness, they could just barely make out the person in the lead, dressed in red. It was Liu Feng, and it seemed that he had also noticed the person in front.

Of course, it was very easy to see the light of the fire in the darkness, so the people that had arrived had already noticed Liu Feng and the others.

Liu Feng's martial arts were strong and she obviously knew that there was someone here, but in the darkness, in this unfamiliar place, she did not dare to act rashly, so she raised her voice and shouted, "I wonder which hero he is? Since he is gathered here, why not come out and meet him?" With that, Liu Feng started to look around for someone.

"We don't dare to be heroes. We're just passing by. Can we ask if the heroes over there are from the Hong Tong Sect?" A person who was hiding behind a tree replied. Of course, this person had reason to speculate that they were from the Hongtong Sect. One could faintly see the clothes they wore under the raincoat in the light of the fire. The Hongtong Sect walked a lot in the martial arts world, so their clothes were easy to identify.

"Yes, it is the Hong Tong Sect. It is fate that we meet in this barren mountain forest. Why don't you come out and meet them?" He Lintong, who was standing on the side, responded to Liu Feng's permission. In the martial arts world, Liu Feng had never been evasive and dared to take responsibility. Even though this so-called daring to do something was all right, of course, he would not be afraid of this kind of exposure, and only others would be afraid of him.

"Isn't this too much of a coincidence? It's really funny that we ran into each other in the dark mountain. " A very gentle woman's voice said. However, he could only hear the sound and not see the person.

"What kind of bird are you hiding in the dark? If you have the guts, come out for grandpa." It was the voice of the man who was injured in the day at the teahouse. It seemed that his temper was indeed very irritable. Perhaps it was the anger that he had felt during the day when he wanted to spit it out, but then he swallowed it back down.

However, this kind of act only caused Liu Feng to roll her eyes. A person at such a young age would always be angered by a Sect Leader who was much younger than herself. She was truly ashamed and had lost her old face, but no one dared to resist her and could only silently swallow her anger, treating it as if she had knocked out her own teeth.