The narration system of Wuxia Journey

Yun Feiyang didn't care about the mountain worship incident in the front mountain. Thinking back carefully, the Chongzhen Sect was not a good person in the early days.

As the leader, Qingsong had something to hide. He knew that the premise of being the leader was that he couldn't get married, but he not only got married, but also hooked up with someone else's wife.

As his junior brothers, Chisong and Cangsong were not good at martial arts, and they were full of bad intentions. They just wanted to pull Qingsong down and become the leader themselves.

They didn't even think about it, who among them could beat Dugu Wudi?

And "the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked", as their disciples, they were not good either. It seems that they deliberately used Yun Feiyang as a live target and practiced hidden weapons and darts; and in their words and deeds, they didn't treat a pig farmer as their own.

In the whole drama, it seems that only Qingsong's eldest disciple "Bai Shi" is good, but I don't know how Qingsong taught him. He taught like a good man. He was too upright and pedantic, and was not suitable to be the future leader at all.

Yun Feiyang touched his chin and thought uncertainly...

"Could it be that Qingsong himself has something on his mind, so he taught his apprentice to be like this? He doesn't know that the world is dangerous?"

"Or is Qingsong not smart? He can only survive because of his good family background and high martial arts?"

After thinking about it, he didn't have any clues, and Yun Feiyang was too lazy to worry about it. At present, these have nothing to do with him.

On the contrary, "Heavenly Silkworm Magic" made Yun Feiyang more interested. Unfortunately, he only knew the direction of the meridians for practicing the skills, and didn't know the specific mental formulas, so he couldn't study it even if he wanted to.

Without the mental formulas, he couldn't analyze the characteristics of this internal skill. He had run it before, but didn't find anything special. Instead, he found a lot of shortcomings. It can be said that he was guarding a treasure mountain without a way.

As for stealing the secret book? Yun Feiyang's mouth twitched. Let's just say that he had no memory of anything. There was such a large building complex in the front mountain, and he didn't even know where the headmaster's secret room was!

Although this body has internal strength, it is nothing compared to his previous strength. Although he has not seen what the masters of this world look like, he is definitely not as strong as them.

Even if he has countless martial arts skills, it is inevitable that he will be exposed if he goes to the secret room in broad daylight and faces the disciples of Chongzhen Sect all over the mountains. That is really "putting a star map in a thermos bottle - too bold".

"Dead system, too unreliable!" Yun Feiyang muttered.

For a while, he couldn't think of any good solution, and Yun Feiyang was a little helpless: "Do I have to wait for Qingsong to come down the mountain? Otherwise, I can't lose my memory for no reason, right? Qingsong can't believe it."

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Just when Yun Feiyang was at a loss, he moved his ears and heard a faint sound of footsteps approaching secretly. After confirming that it was in step with the old man before, he continued to squat in front of the basin without making a sound.

The next moment, a stone was thrown at him. Yun Feiyang resisted the urge to dodge and let the stone hit his head. Then he shouted in panic: "Who? Who hit me?"

Turning around and looking at the empty yard, Yun Feiyang smiled and crouched down near the wall while shouting.

Yan Chongtian, who was originally hiding outside the wall and waiting for Yun Feiyang to come out and scare him, heard that there was no sound in the yard, and he couldn't help but be curious.

After waiting for a while, there was still no sound. Yan Chongtian couldn't help but say to himself: "It shouldn't be? Why didn't the silly boy come out to see?"

While shaking his head, Yan Chongtian stood up and looked around for a while. There was no one in the yard: "Huh? Where is the silly boy?"

Just when he was wondering, Yun Feiyang had already stood up suddenly with his waist crouched, and made a face to him!

"Ah..." Yan Chongtian suddenly saw a face and was startled. As a warrior, his first reaction was to slap him, but he scared Yun Feiyang instead.

Unfortunately, Yan Chongtian had no power at this time. He didn't slap Yun Feiyang, but slapped the wall instead. The sharp and uneven stones rebounded and made his right hand red and swollen.

"Ouch..." Yan Chongtian hugged his right hand and jumped in pain.

Yun Feiyang didn't dare to laugh at the joke at this time. He hurriedly opened the door and rushed out: "Master, are you okay? I was just joking. Why are you so strong!"

Yun Feiyang was busy pinching Yan Chongtian's right hand with concern, and his fingertips pretended to unconsciously brush over several acupuncture points to help him dredge the blood and relieve the redness and swelling.

After being fiddled with by him for a while, Yan Chongtian pulled out his right hand and twisted his wrist. Instead, he felt less pain. Then he thought that this silly boy was unintentional, so why should he bother with him?

"Great! You have this trick!" Yan Chongtian praised unconsciously.

YunFeiyang said in bewilderment: "Ah? Master, what did you say? Your hand doesn't hurt, does it?"

"Uh..." Thinking that the silly boy in front of him didn't know martial arts, Yan Chongtian didn't know how to explain it for a moment. He paused and said, "Why are you hiding? Let me slap you and I won't get hurt."

Yun Feiyang shrank his neck and said, "Master, your martial arts are sometimes there and sometimes not. I dare not let you beat me. If your martial arts suddenly recover, I will let you beat me until I vomit blood."

Yan Chongtian snorted and said, "If my martial arts recover, vomiting blood is no big deal. I will give you a round of acupuncture and acupuncture, and I guarantee you will be alive and kicking."

"Yes, yes, Master, you are a martial arts master, the best!" Yun Feiyang complimented while pushing the old man into the yard.

Yan Chongtian nodded in satisfaction, then turned his head and said, "Hey! That's not right! Why didn't you pester me to teach you martial arts today?"

Yun Feiyang snorted, jumped over him and walked into the yard, picked up a piece of firewood and beat the blanket that was drying, and said, "Then I beg you, Master, can you teach me martial arts?"

"That can't be done!" Yan Chongtian shook his head.

Yun Feiyang turned his head and looked at him shrugged, made a helpless expression, and then continued to beat the blanket.

Yan Chongtian was anxious instead, lowered his head and walked around to the other side of the blanket, facing him, and said, "Don't be anxious, kid, I'll talk to Qingsong again and see when he will accept you as his apprentice."

If it were normal at this time, Yun Feiyang might have happily helped him sit down and massaged his shoulders and back. As for now! Yun Feiyang shrugged and said, "Forget it, Master Uncle!"

"Hey! You kid... you can't give up!" Yan Chongtian glared.

Yun Feiyang smiled and shook his head and said, "This is all nonsense. I'm not in a hurry now. It would be best if I can become your disciple. I'm not in a hurry if the master doesn't accept me. Just think that I've let it go."

As he said that, he threw down the stick, rolled up the blanket, put it in his arms and carried it into the house. Yan Chongtian was left shaking his head in the yard.

Seeing that Yun Feiyang had already entered the wooden house, Yan Chongtian hurriedly followed him in and said, "I say, silly boy, this is not like you!"