In the courtyard, the wind blows through the leaves, the rustling sound echoes in my ears, and the fragrance of flowers wafts in the courtyard, a purity that has not been seen for a long time.

In front of Yan Feng, there was a cup of tea and a small white porcelain cup. The fragrance of tea penetrated into his nose and white smoke curled up.

This kind of peace has been there for a long time...

Holding up the tea cup, Yan Feng was stunned when he saw himself reflected in the tea in the cup...

It turns out that I have become like this now.

The pale white length, the blood mark on the left eye added a bit of vicissitudes of life. Before I knew it... it changed so much.

Time is long, and people are inconsistent.

A sense of emotion appeared in his eyes, and Yan Feng looked at himself in the tea water quietly. Suddenly, another face seemed to be reflected in the tea cup.

Xueer... Yan Feng's body was stunned.

"Did you make tea?"

"You are not such a fool, you are so stupid!"

"Hey, you are drinking water, not drinking tea, the way of tea, the way of life"

That beautiful face, with a sweet smile, echoed in my mind. At that time, I was just a boy who had just entered the Taoist sect, an unknown boy who knew nothing and didn't know how high the world was.

Compared to myself now, his strength is as poor as the world.

But living... is much happier and more comfortable than you now.

Xueer...I seem to miss you.

Close your eyes slightly, a smile appeared on Yan Feng's mouth. If possible, I really want to live in that memory with you forever.

Even if...sinking.

Pick up the cup and put the tea in the mouth, with a little bitter taste.

He murmured to himself, and there was a voice in Yan Feng's mind, which sounded at the same time.

"It's enough to be happy to be over."

That's what Xueer said.

Next to the stone table, Yuyan, Jiaoling, Xiaoyan, and even the fat monks on the side could sense the sadness and vicissitudes of Yan Feng's body.

This man... has experienced too much and has carried too much on his body.

"By the way, is that little baby Zhou Li here?" Yan Fengxing probably noticed that Yu Yan and the others suddenly stopped talking because of their change in their expressions.

He asked with a smile and broke the atmosphere. Zhou Li was his apprentice. Apart from the side he had seen in the Yin-Yang Shadow World and the gift of the Qinggang Sword to him, he had never seen anyone, let alone teach him anything.

He, a master, was a little disgusted.

"You said that kid."

When Zhou Li mentioned, Jiao Ling and Yu Yan couldn't help but look admiring on their faces, and it was obvious that they were very satisfied with the little baby.

"What, isn't he in Maoshan?"

Yan Feng was a little surprised, why when he mentioned his apprentice, his sister and Jiao Ling were full of praise.

"Here, he should be on the top of the mountain now. Since I taught him to gather energy and practice, this child has meditated on the top of the mountain every day, practiced martial arts and swords. His diligence and hard work are hard, it is hard to believe that he is just a seven-year-old child." Yuyan said endlessly.

Listening to Yuyan and Jiao Ling's words, Yan Feng's eyes were a little curious, for his little disciple.

But it seems normal, this is why Yan Feng decided to accept him as his disciple.

At the age of seven, he saw his only close relative die before him without being decadent and losing his ambition. This kind of child is absolutely unparalleled once he is forged.

Because of a heart, a heart that is a hundred times more tenacious than ordinary people of their age!

On the top of the Ninth Peak Mountain, there is a little boy here. His face looks extremely tender, but he has a hint of perseverance. He is a disciple of Yan Feng, Zhou Li.

In front of him was a big tree that needed more than ten people to embrace.

At this moment, the tree was covered with sword marks. The little boy held a sword that was as tall as others in both hands, and kept cutting down at the tree. Every time he cut it down, it was extremely difficult, but it was extremely powerful, and it could be seen that it was already quite sword-like.

Not only this tree, but also dozens of trees around it, all of which were covered with dense sword marks. No one knew how many swords this little doll had cut down during this period.

Three feet away next to the little boy, there is a little girl in a beautiful bun, wearing pink clothes and a pretty face, which makes people feel happy when they see it.

"Zhou Li, do you want to take a break? You have been practicing for almost two hours." Su Qiuer shouted with worry in her eyes.

Zhou Li heard Su Qiuer's voice, turned his head, and his dusty little face grinned at Su Qiuer, and happened to have already waved his sword.

"It's okay, Sister Qiu'er, this round, let's practice soon..."

After being unaware of it, the sword body was not stable, and Zhou Li fell into his eyes and said in his heart that terrible... Zhou Li closed his eyes, waiting for the pain of hitting his head against the tree.

But unexpectedly, the pain did not feel, but instead felt a strong feeling. Subconsciously opened my eyes, and the appearance of a person was reflected in my eyes.

"Master...Master!"

At first he was stunned, then there was a look of surprise in Zhou Li's eyes.

Su Qiuer, who was standing timidly in the distance, dared not walk in. After all, on that night in Yanjing, she watched Yan Feng massacre all the tens of thousands of masked people with her own eyes.

Bloody, cold, ruthless!

Yan Feng's bloodthirsty appearance and bloody figure were always imprinted in her mind and could not be removed.

"Your sword posture is already good."

Yan Feng smiled, patted Zhou Li's shoulder, and then took the sword from him.

"However, just practicing sword posture is not enough, you should be optimistic about being a teacher."

Holding the Qinggang Sword in his hand, Yan Feng's eyebrows and eyes condensed, and a sword intent appeared on his body in an instant, and the sword shadow danced. In Yan Feng's mind, Zhang Dongqing's Qinggang Sword Technique suddenly appeared.

The figure rises like the wind, the sword passes by and the wind rises, the sword stops by and the wind stops.

At the time of tea, when Yan Feng finished dancing this set of Qinggang sword techniques, Xiao Zhou Li was already stunned, his eyes were full of surprise.

With a clang, the Qinggang sword fell in front of him.

"This set of sword techniques is called Qinggang Sword Technique, which is the sword technique of the deceased Maoshan elder Zhang Dongqing. This sword is also called Qinggang Sword."

Yan Feng walked up to Zhou Li, looked at Zhou Li's expression, and nodded secretly, "The boy can teach you."

Suddenly, he pointed his finger and fell on Zhou Li's forehead. Suddenly, the moves and practice techniques of Qinggang Sword Technique entered Zhou Li's heart sea.

"You can practice this sword technique for the time being, which is enough for you to use the Nine Palaces of Cave Heaven. Later, my teacher will teach you other things."

"In addition, although you are my disciple, this sword and sword technique were created by Senior Zhang. If you have time, you can go to the mountain gate ancestral temple to worship the senior's heroic soul."

Yan Feng's voice echoed in Zhou Li's ears. When Xiao Zhou Li opened his eyes again, Yan Feng's figure had disappeared, only a green sword was in front of him. Under the setting sun, the sword body was filled with burgundy lights.

"Zhou Li, you have nothing to do?"

When Yan Feng disappeared, Su Qiuer hurried to Zhou Li and wiped the sweat from his face.

Xiao Zhou Li took a deep breath, with a firm look in his eyes, and he knelt down directly in the direction of Yan Feng's departure.

"Pupil, thank you Master!"
Chapter completed!