Jun Youyun

Chapter 170 The Wheel
"The two of you have improved a lot in martial arts recently." Dongfang Xiaoyue sized up Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling in the inn where they were resting for a long time, and finally said with a smile.

Feng Zuojun looked down at Mr. Confucianism, who was not as tall as his chest, and scratched his head: "Sir, don't talk to us in such a serious tone. It feels weird to see you now."

"It's weird." Dongfang Xiaoyue smiled, and in a blink of an eye, she had already landed behind him.

Feng Zuojun was stunned, and touched his waist, but found that the waist was empty, and the long knife was no longer on it.

"Xueluo?" Dongfang Xiaoyue waved a long knife that was comparable to her height, but she didn't look clumsy at all, her movements were light and elegant, "No wonder, since Mo Wen is willing to give you this knife, he must also teach you the knife skills ?”

Fengzuo Jun smiled: "The city lord didn't teach me how to use the sword, but just taught me how to use the sword. He said that in terms of the sword, the strong wind in our Heavenly Dawn Cloud Realm is already perfect, but I myself However, it is still lacking.”

"Spirit." Dongfang Xiaoyue weighed the long knife in her hand, "Although Castlevania is not considered a righteous family, Mo Wen's strength is unparalleled in the world. Only a person with such strength can withstand all things that do not follow the usual path. Castlevania. It is your chance that he can teach you sword skills and pass on your famous sword." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly backhanded and attacked Xie Yuling.

Xie Yuling opened the Fusu fan suddenly, only to hear a "ding", the knife and the fan collided, Xie Yuling stepped back three steps, then closed the fan and bowed slightly at Dongfang Xiaoyue: "Sir."

"Oh? Fusu Fan? Have you learned the above martial arts?" Dongfang Xiaoyue threw the Xueluo knife back to Feng Zuojun, then stepped forward, took the folding fan from Xie Yuling's hand, turned it over and looked at it, "Look Come on, your brother has already taken care of your clan uncles."

Xie Yuling was taken aback: "It sounds like Mr. Confucian Saint knows something hidden."

Dongfang Xiaoyue said with a smile: "It takes some difficulty for a son of a family who has been slandered for practicing the martial arts of the Demon Sect to be recognized by his own family again. But fortunately, the Xie family is weak, and your clan uncles are really cowards. Since If you are a coward, then you are naturally afraid of powerful people. I just gave your brother a little advice. Your brother chose the sword and left the fan to you. Do you know what this means?"

Xie Yuling looked at the Fusu fan and said after a long silence: "The one who chooses the sword is the guardian of the family. The one who holds the fan is the master."

Feng Zuo-jun understood, and said happily, "Your elder brother is going to push you to be the head of the family."

Dongfang Xiaoyue waved the Fusu fan: "The martial arts on this fan is very good, but it is not suitable for everyone. Using a fan requires more of the air of romance than using a sword. You are too thoughtful, sometimes you have to use it properly." make yourself easier."

"That's right. What are you doing frowning all the time!" Feng Zuo-jun patted Xie Yuling's shoulder.

"Your knife needs to be more stable." Dongfang Xiaoyue threw the folding fan back to Xie Yuling, "I can be regarded as your master, but I can't teach you much."

The two hurriedly shook their heads and said: "Without the teaching of Master last time, our martial arts might still be stagnant."

"Going to Weilong Mountain here is extremely dangerous, let me teach you a martial art of pretending to be dead." Dongfang Xiaoyue laughed.

"Ah?" Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling looked at each other, they couldn't keep up with Dongfang Xiaoyue's way of thinking, maybe this is the difference between Confucian saints and ordinary people.

"Run if you can't beat it, and pretend to be dead if you can't run. I have been a teacher for many years, and I didn't die like this. There is a reason." Dongfang Xiaoyue sat down cross-legged, "Listen carefully."

"Yes." Fengzuo Jun and Xie Yuling didn't dare to say any more, and hurriedly responded.

Three hours later, the door of the next room was finally pushed open, and the Taoist Lord came out from it, his pale face finally turned a little bloody, and his Taoist robe fluttered without wind, as if there was no serious problem.

Dongfang Xiaoyue opened her eyes, glanced at Daojun, and said after a moment of silence: "Is this the only way to do it?"

Daojun nodded: "It can only stop here."

Dongfang Xiaoyue sighed softly: "Even you have become like this, it seems that our Jianghu has gone far."

"Isn't it a good thing that our rivers and lakes go far away?" Daojun glanced at Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling who were sitting on the ground, "And it's too early to say this now. When we return to Qingcheng Mountain, we will take the No matter how much we repair our two battered bodies, they will come in handy one day. How about that old saying?"

"The rotten ship still has three thousand nails." Dongfang Xiaoyue continued.

"That's the reason. What kind of martial arts are the two of them practicing?" Daojun asked.

"Turning the Wheel." Dongfang Xiaoyue said quietly.

"What?" Daojun was surprised, "You are a Confucian sage, how do you teach your disciples this kind of martial arts?"

"I told them that if someone finds out in the future, they will say that you taught them." Dongfang Xiaoyue smiled slyly.

As soon as the words fell, Fengzuo Jun and Xie Yuling opened their eyes at the same time, panting heavily, looking at each other, they both saw the horror in each other's eyes.

"What did you see?" they both asked at the same time.

"Everyone sees it differently." Daojun said coldly.

The two raised their heads and wiped the sweat from their foreheads.

"But it's not something to make people happy." Mr. Rusheng helped the two of them up, "Get up, you have already delayed some time, hurry to Weilong Mountain."

Feng Zuo Jun was still in shock, and after panting for a long time, he said: "Sir, you are too cruel, and you won't let us sleep here. Let's go, Xie Yuling, you go."

"Mochen, it's time to go." Daojun shouted into the room.

Mo Chen walked out of the room slowly. He just spent a lot of true energy to heal Daojun's wounds. At this moment, his face was a little pale. He nodded and said: "Master, be careful on the way."

"Little fellow daoist, you should go back to the mountain. Our trip is probably to die, how old are you, and you are also rushing to die?" Feng Zuojun scratched Mo Chen's head.

"Don't underestimate Mo Chen." Daojun said with a smile, "He will inherit the position of Daojun in the future."

Feng Zuo-jun was stunned for a moment, grabbed Mo Chen by the collar, and lifted him up: "Just this little guy, will he be a Daoist in the future?"

Mo Chen kicked Mr. Feng Zuo in the chest, and escaped from Mr. Feng Zuo's grasp. He smiled slyly: "Brother, you will pay the price for underestimating children."

Feng Zuo-jun patted the dust on his chest, and glanced at Xie Yuling: "What do you think?"

Xie Yuling replied without thinking: "I think it's better than you."

"In that case, let's go." Fengzuo Jun looked at Dongfang Xiaoyue, "The next time you see Mister, will Mister still look like this?"

Dongfang Xiaoyue kicked Feng Zuojun's ass: "Get lost!"

(End of this chapter)