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"It's not martial arts...... Uncle Feng Jie's body was short, his expression dimmed, and he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I'm also sick and rushed to the doctor!"

Xiao Yuesheng smiled, his eyes still fixed on the scroll, not for a moment, obviously he was extremely interested in its contents. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ma Chunhua stared at him with bright eyes, looking at the master's appearance, she knew that she was not merciful in vain, and this scroll was very useful to the master.

After a while, Xiao Yuesheng put down the scroll, closed his eyes, frowned tightly, and stood motionless in place, his mind was already far away.

Ma Chunhua and Uncle Feng Jie, also motionless, knowing that he had comprehended something and was thinking hard, it was really not appropriate to disturb.

He stood still for an hour, and it was hot outside, but it was cool and pleasant inside the hall.

Suddenly, a gust of wind appeared out of thin air, like the furious waves of the sea, rushing over, abruptly and without warning.

The two rows of screens in the hall trembled, slowly tilting to the sides.

They trembled and leaned more and more, and finally, "bang bang bang", endlessly, dozens of screens fell one after another.

Ma Chunhua and Uncle Feng Jie's clothes were flying, like a strong wind.

The two squinted their eyes, but saw Xiao Yuesheng standing there quietly, his clothes were not fluttering, they were supple and attached to his body, and the scroll on the table was also stable and unmoving.

This gust of wind that came out of thin air is too weird, I'm afraid it has something to do with Xiao Yuesheng.

The wind suddenly stopped, coming abruptly, but it had to be abrupt, and the two couldn't help but suspect that everything just now was just an illusion, but the falling screen confirmed the arrival of the gale.

"Master?" Ma Chunhua hurriedly shouted when she saw Xiao Yuesheng turn around.

Xiao Yuesheng's eyes flashed with bright lights, as if a clear spring reflected the sun, sparkling and flickering, like illusion and reality.

His eyes slowly condensed, glanced at the two of them, and said with a smile: "What's wrong?"

"What does Master realize?" Ma Chunhua asked hurriedly.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled and nodded: "Well, I have a little understanding, these few words have inspired me a lot, and I have to thank Master Feng!"

"I'm very happy to be able to help Master Xiao!" Uncle Feng Jie laughed, the look of surprise in his eyes still existed.

The gust of wind just now must have been caused by his internal force, such a deep internal force is really shocking and incredible!

"Master Xiao, do you want to see it again?" Uncle Feng Jie pointed to the scroll on the table.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled, lowered his head and stretched out his hand, picked up the scroll, and checked it with his right hand, as if estimating its weight.

Uncle Feng Jiewei was stunned, looking puzzled, and so was Ma Chunhua.

Xiao Yuesheng turned his head and smiled: "Master Feng, you guessed right, this scroll is indeed weird!"

"Hmm-?!" Uncle Feng Jie's eyes widened when he landed, and eagerness swelled in.

Xiao Yuesheng pointed to the shaft rod with his left hand: "There is handwriting in this scroll, what is written, you need to open it to see it." ”

"This?!" Uncle Feng Jie's brows furrowed, a little hesitant.

This is the last manuscript of the ancestor master, and in the hearts of the disciples in the sect, although they can't understand what is written on it, it is still a priceless treasure.

It is not a big problem to give a few looks, sneaking around, but if it is opened, it will be a great sin.

Even if he is the head of the sect and is known by all the disciples, he is afraid that he will be ousted from power and expelled from the Wind and Thunder Sect.

Xiao Yuesheng glanced at him with a smile, and his tone was gentle: "This is just an estimate and speculation of this seat, whether to demolish it or not, the right is in charge of Feng." ”

Uncle Feng Jie's hands behind his back turned around and walked towards the outside of the main hall, and when he arrived at the entrance of the main hall, he turned around again, walked back, and when he got to Xiao Yuesheng approaching, he turned around again and walked out again.

This back and forth, after a while, walked nearly ten back and forth, his face was tense, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were shining, and he was uncertain.

Ma Chunhua glanced at Xiao Yuesheng, and saw that the corners of Master's mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was smiling but not smiling, he knew that something was strange, Master was playing tricks on people!

Her bright eyes slanted, glanced at Xiao Yuesheng, and smiled secretly.

Xiao Yue was angry and relaxed, thoughtful, not glancing at Uncle Feng Jie, who was pacing around, shaking his head and laughing.

He is most aware of Uncle Feng Jie's inner struggle, and he finds it interesting to see him struggling, and he is not broken.

After a while, Uncle Feng Jie's walk back and forth for more than ten years, he suddenly froze, slapped his face violently, and shouted: "Damn, it's out, dismantle-!"

Xiao Yuesheng stroked his mustache and smiled slightly: "Okay, it's really extraordinary, I admire this seat very much, I'll take it apart!"

"Let's dismantle it!" Uncle Feng Jie shut up and gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously.

Xiao Yuesheng's index finger lightly swiped it, from top to bottom, a shallow thin line appeared on the wooden shaft, the color of the wooden shaft seemed to be ink but not ink, like purple but not purple, shining with a strange luster.

Uncle Feng Jieshu didn't know what material this wooden shaft was, but he knew that it was extremely hard, and even if the sword cut it, it would not leave a trace.

Xiao Yuesheng handed the wooden shaft to Uncle Feng Jie, and said with a smile: "You can see it for yourself." ”

Uncle Feng Jieshu took it carefully, and as soon as the wooden shaft reached his hand, it suddenly became two halves, and the size was evenly proportioned, which was more accurate than the carpenter's ink line measured.

His heart was pounding so hard that he didn't care about being polite to Xiao Yuesheng, picked up half of it, aimed it in the direction of the entrance of the main hall, greeted the light, and squinted his eyes to take a closer look.

"Thunder...... Move...... Nine...... Sky...... Secret...... Fa ......" He slowly read aloud, his eyes slowly widening.

Xiao Yuesheng suddenly spoke up, interrupted him, smiled slightly, and said, "What, Master Feng, but the secret of martial arts?!"

"Hehe, hehe...... It's a secret, it's a secret!" Uncle Feng raised his head slowly, his eyes flashing with ecstasy, scorching.

"Congratulations to Master Feng!" Xiao Yuesheng hugged his fists and smiled: "Since it is a secret secret, let's not bother much, I want to go and rest." ”

"Okay, I'll take you over!" Uncle Feng Jie said busily, carefully putting away the scroll, and bowed down and stretched out his hand.

Xiao Yuesheng nodded and smiled, and stepped out of the hall.

Ma Chunhua waited for Uncle Feng Jie to leave, and hurriedly asked, "Master, how did you find out that there were words in it?"

The master and apprentice sat around a round table, and the room was elegantly furnished and quite spacious.

Xiao Yuesheng picked up the teacup and took a sip lightly, looking leisurely and unhurried.

"Master-Master-!" Ma Chunhua said greasyly, stepped forward and pulled his sleeve, shook it vigorously, and made a coquettish **.

Xiao Yuesheng's arm was shaken by her, the tea cup was steady, and said, "You can see it if you go one layer further!"

"Really?!" Ma Chunhua's eyes lit up.

"What are you lying to?!" Xiao Yuesheng glanced at her and snorted: "It's just that you don't fight for anger, you're always lazy!"

Ma Chunhua pouted, hurriedly changed the topic, and said with a smile: "Master, this Wind Thunder Sect is much more magnificent than the Purple Yang Sect!"

"Well, after all, it is a big faction with a long history, and the founding patriarch is not an ordinary person. Xiao Yuesheng nodded and took another sip of tea.

"By the way, what does that Taoist book say?"

Xiao Yuesheng put down the teacup and smiled lightly: "You can't reach the realm, it's useless to talk too much, and it will eventually be passed on to you in the future!"

"Is it also a secret method?" Ma Chunhua's eyes were shining, like diamonds.

Xiao Yuesheng nodded slightly: "Well, this Dao book is of great help to my cultivation, far more precious than the Thundering Nine Heavens Secret Method,...... This wind and thunder real person is not shallow!"

"Hehe, congratulations Master!" Ma Chunhua smiled happily, as delicate as a spring flower.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and glanced at her: "You, practice diligently, don't wait for me to be there in the future, you can't protect yourself!"

"Master's not here, where are you going?!" Ma Chunhua asked in surprise with her eyes wide open, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.

Xiao Yuesheng retreated, she was alone, Xiao Yuesheng came to the Ziyang Sect this time, she stayed alone in the Tianshan Mountains, and she was already a little afraid that the master would leave.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly: "I know that I will go and meditate for a while." ”

With that, he got up and left his seat, came to the couch, sat on his knees, pinched his hands and closed his eyes to rest, and he was already in a state of mind.

Two days later, at noon, the scorching heat shone all over Lei Gong Mountain.

Ten disciples of the Wind and Thunder Sect, lined up in rows, all with solemn expressions and tragic expressions, followed the head of the sect, Uncle Feng Jie, to the front of the stone wall of the sect to greet the master of the Eagle Claw Gate.

Xiao Yuesheng and Uncle Feng Jiesheng walked side by side, Ma Chunhua followed behind Xiao Yuesheng, and the moon-white robe fluttered, like a fairy in the sky.

The disciples of the Wind and Thunder Sect all know that the Eagle Claw Gate is menacing, and they are afraid that they will destroy their own sect, and everyone is sad, and they have no time to care about other things, and they don't look at Ma Chunhua.

In the distance, I saw more than a dozen people standing under the stone wall, like stars and moons, surrounded by a thin old man.

The old man was of medium stature, thin and thin, and wore a wide brown shirt, which fluttered in the wind, and made him even more thin, as if the wind could blow him away if it was stronger.

His face is white and beardless, his face is clear, and he doesn't look like a martial arts person, but more like a middle-aged talent.

There was a man and a woman standing next to the old man, both of whom were young people in their twenties.

Uncle Feng Jie's fists clenched from afar, and he looked up to the sky and snorted: "The master of the Zhou Sect is here, and we have lost my distance!"

"Well said, well said. The old man smiled slightly, his expression calm.

(To be continued)