C2 Mysterious Old Man
When everyone drank the tea, there was a woman in her mid-thirties who was also drinking tea. She also had an egg-shaped face, willow shaped eyebrows, red phoenix eyes, and a tall nose bridge. She was dressed in bright clothes. It was obvious that she was the owner of this place. Below stood a large group of servants, all of whom had their heads bowed.
"Where did the young master go?" You lot actually did not know where the young master went, hmph! " The woman said somewhat angrily.
"Madam!" "I've already sent people to search everywhere." Because the young master let Canfeng scout out the way out the side door first. " An old man that looked like a butler calmly said.
The Lord is currently discussing this matter with the people from the various sects. If the Young Master were to meet with any mishaps at this time! "Which one of you can afford this responsibility?" You're still standing here? Hurry up and send more people to look for him! "
"Yes." Everyone hurriedly left.
Inside the hall, there was a person dressed in a daoist robe. His hands were holding a floating dust cloud, and his eyebrows and beard were silver white. The wrinkles on his forehead were like the roads on the edge of a field, but it was not difficult to see that his inner strength was deep.
"I wonder why did the Thousand Sword Castle suddenly make such a big move this time, and why they are almost all rushing out at once. I'm afraid they are coming for our Jiangnan great sects." I wonder what kind of plan does Sect Leader have? " This person was the Sect Leader of the Dian Cang Sect, the Seven Stars Sect.
"I am worried about this matter. If the people coming down from the south are coming for us, then why are all the other sects so peaceful?" No matter how much more arrogant Gu Wuhen is, isn't he overestimating himself!? " Leng Zhongnan gently put down the teacup.
"Everyone, please return to your hall tomorrow and watch your disciples. During this time, do not act rashly." "I will send spies to monitor the movements of the people of the Thousand Sword Castle." "Golden Child!"
"Disciple is here."
"You will be responsible for this."
"Yes sir!" The little golden boy received the order and walked out of the hall. When he reached the door, his lips curled into a sinister smile. He mounted his horse and galloped off towards the north. At this moment, the setting sun was like blood, and the great geese had returned to their nests. It was already the beginning of autumn.
"Lingfeng, we should head back now. Otherwise, Daddy will get angry." Leng Feng blew his whistle, and the remnant wind obediently stood on his shoulder. It was the beginning of autumn again, and the maple leaves fell along with the cruel autumn wind. The rain of maple leaves began to fall. "When the first maple leaf sliced across Leng Feng's cheek." "So beautiful!" Leng Feng took out his jade flute and started playing the song "Li Shang" taught by his mother. He was very smart, he was already proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting before he was 6 years old. He was originally a prodigy in martial arts, but Leng Zhongnan didn't want him to be involved in the martial arts world.
While Leng Feng was enjoying himself, the housekeeper called out to him in a hurry from a distance. I'm here. "
"My young master, the madam is looking for you everywhere." The butler said with a few servants who were out of breath.
"I'll be right back. Let's go!"
"Feng'er, where did you run off to? My little ancestor, you're worried to death."
"Mother, I went to the back of the mountain to set up the little hare. The maple leaves there are so beautiful, I was mesmerized." Leng Feng stuck his tongue out.
"Hurry up and go wash up. Once you've cleaned up, we'll go eat."
After dinner, Leng Feng sat in his study and started watching Spring and Autumn once again. The Sect Leaders of the various sects were worrying in their respective rooms, while Leng Zhongnan was also thinking hard in his bedroom. Suddenly, a rocket broke through the window with a 'whoosh' and everyone rushed out of their rooms. A sea of flames erupted in the courtyard, along with the black clothed people on the walls. Leng Zhongnan, with the Double-dragon Spear in his hand, was ready to circulate his energy when he realized that he had lost all of his inner strength. Another round of rockets flew through the air, but there were so many experts here that it was useless. Only then did he remember his tea of the day.
A complacent and sinister laughter came from the door. It was Gu Wuhen, Gu Jun and Tong Zijin. Leng Zhongnan suddenly realized that his second disciple from so many years ago was the "Silent Swordsman" Tong Zijin. Leng Zhongnan thought for a moment. If he hadn't been poisoned, he could still fight against Gu Wuhen. Now that he had lost all his inner force, it would be hard for him to escape death. Leng Feng was also frightened by the commotion outside. He wanted to run to his mother's room, but when he pushed open the door and entered, he was stunned. His mother was lying in a pool of blood. He ran to her body and cried. It turned out that all of the servants and his mother had already been killed in the inner courtyard while he was in the study room of the side courtyard. Suddenly, he remembered his wife and son and rushed into the inner courtyard. From afar, he could hear Leng Feng's wails. When he walked closer and saw that his wife had stopped breathing, all he wanted to do was to save his son and pick him up.
"Don't cry Feng'er, this is an ancestral Double-dragon Spear, take it with you." Saying so, he put the gun on Leng Feng's belt and walked towards the back of the mountain. From that moment on, his mother's death was deeply engraved in Leng Feng's heart.
"Do you want to die or do you want to live? As long as you submit to me, I guarantee that you will be able to safely return to your sects. " Gu Wuhen said in disdain.
The various Sect Leaders had already resigned themselves to their fate, including the Seven Stars Sect. They were all thinking that even if their inner force hadn't been completely used up, they would still be able to join forces with the others. Now, they were like pigs on pins and needles, and they themselves still had a family disciple.
"Master, Leng Zhongnan and his son, Leng Feng, are running towards the back of the mountain." Tong Zijin reported anxiously.
"Go!" Let's go and have a look at his prideful spear. " Gu Wuhen brought Gu Jun and Tong Zijin to perform Qing Gong and headed towards the back of the mountain.
Leng Zhongnan had already lost all his inner strength and was leading Leng Feng, so he couldn't walk fast at all. Suddenly, a sinister laughter came from behind him.
"Sect Leader Leng doesn't need to run anymore. Obediently hand over the blueprints and prideful guns used to craft all kinds of weapons." Oh, that's right, there's also the Primordial Spear Art. " ha-ha