I draw red envelopes in Wanjie

Chapter 1287 Who will listen to the broken string

Before Chen Feng answered, Yan Chixia rushed over and looked solemnly at the darkness in the distance: "Did you meet a monster?"

Standing with the gun back, Chen Feng corrected: "It was he who touched it."

Swordsman Xiahou said awkwardly: "I was negligent. How could a woman come to your door in the middle of the night in the wilderness?"

"That's not human!"

Yan Chixia snorted: "You are just a martial artist, you can't deal with those dirty things, stay with me tonight, and leave tomorrow."

"I…"

Xiahou Swordsman remembered the scene just now, and didn't speak any more, it was a tacit agreement.

"My next Yan Chixia, what do you call your Excellency? Why have you come to Lanruo Temple?"

Yan Chixia looked at Chen Feng curiously.

"Passing by here."

Chen Feng replied simply: "My name is Chen Feng, Erdong Chen, the wind of Dafeng."

"It turned out to be Brother Chen. Thank you for saving me just now. I, Marquis Xia, owe you my life."

Xiahou swordsman is serious about it.

"You don't have to owe life, you teach me your best stunt, we owe nothing to each other."

Chen Feng shook his head.

Xiahou swordsman only thought that Chen Feng gave him a chance to be grateful, and said seriously: "My Xiahou is best at swords, swords that kill people, I wonder if Brother Chen is interested?"

"When I walk the rivers and lakes, I want to learn from the masters of hundreds of schools. I haven't mastered the swordsmanship yet, so I naturally have to learn it."

Chen Feng nodded: "Brother Xiahou, just teach me, I learn quickly."

"it is good!"

Xiahou swordsman agreed.

"Come and stay with me first, the back mountain is not clean, don't get close."

Yan Chixia led the way and came to live in the ruined temple.

After Xia Houjian treated the wound, he came to Chen Feng: "Brother Chen also has a sword on him, so he knows how to use it?"

"No, it's just an extra self-defense weapon."

Chen Feng shook his head,

"Brother Chen, what weapon skills did you know before? Marksmanship?"

"No, it's the stick method!"

Chen Feng waved the spear: "I basically use it as a stick."

"It seems that the kung fu learned by Brother Chen is not biased towards killing. Weapons such as sticks are basically used by Buddhism."

Xiahou swordsman nodded: "The style of the sword and the stick are completely different, the sword is a weapon for killing..."

Chen Feng listened to Xiahou swordsman explain the characteristics of the sword, and basically wrote it down once he said it, and soon came to the skill stage.

Swordsman Xiahou's left arm was injured, which did not affect him to teach Chen Feng's swordsmanship with his right hand, but he found that he could learn it if he still taught it by himself.

He felt that this person was not simple, and was covered with a sense of mystery.

Even... a little strange.

Maybe it's just a photographic memory, if it's a monster, why save me?
Swordsman Xiahou allowed himself to accept the fact that Chen Feng had a great learning ability, and he didn't ask any more questions. Whatever Chen Feng learned, he continued to teach new ones.

Until midnight, he suddenly found that he had already taught everything he knew.

He came back to his senses and smiled helplessly: "Brother Chen, you are truly a heavenly man, I have already shown all my sword skills."

"Learn the moves, but the actual combat is not enough, please brother Xia Hou give advice."

Chen Feng raised his sword and began to switch from theoretical study to actual combat drills.

The sound of weapons clashing broke the silence of the night.

In the distance, Nie Xiaoqian secretly watched this scene.

"This person is so powerful. Did he really learn from scratch? It's too fast. Isn't he acting?"

She felt that this person was full of mystery, and she had an urge to explore.

"Hmph, it's a good thing to ruin me, but I want to see what secrets you have."

Thinking in her heart, she decided to find an opportunity to contact this person in person.

An hour later, Xiahou swordsman stopped with a cry, and said in admiration: "Brother Chen's learning ability is beyond my reach."

"It just happens to have a stronger memory."

Chen Feng was a little thankful that he had increased his savvy. Learning these martial arts swordsmanship was really easy.

"I have nothing to teach you. It won't take long for your swordsmanship to surpass mine. I really want to see you defeat Yan Chixia with the swordsmanship I taught you."

Xiahou swordsman teased.

"Ding, congratulations for completing the third side mission, rewarding 1000 mission points."

At this time, Chen Feng also received the task reward.

"Aren't you still sleeping? If you don't sleep, it will be dawn!"

Yan Chixia's dissatisfied voice came out.

The two smiled and went to sleep in their respective rooms.

Chen Feng gave the room next to Yan Chixia to Swordsman Xiahou, and lived on the outermost side.

He has his own secrets, and he doesn't want others to know.

Check the system, complete two side missions, reward 2000 mission points, now there are 3500 points.

"Keep it out of the way."

Chen Feng didn't improve his skills, he digested the newly learned sword skills first.

After making sure there was nothing peeping, Chen Feng closed his eyes and recalled the sword technique he had just learned.

Xiahou swordsman's swordsmanship is fierce and quick, and it was born for killing, but it is the opponent's swordsmanship after all.

He can't just learn the moves, but also make the moves his own as much as possible, and form his own style, so that he can continue to learn advanced sword moves.

His strong spirit and comprehension allow him to construct virtual scenes in his mind, continuously evolve the sword techniques he has learned, and make minor modifications to the sword techniques to make them more suitable for him.

After thinking about it, his mastery of swordsmanship was getting better, and he quickly stepped forward from Xiaocheng to Dengtang.

Ding ding... The cold sound of the piano interrupted Chen Feng's continued deduction.

He tried to calm down, but finally opened his eyes with a frown.

"My heart is a little restless, and I can't ignore external interference."

Chen Feng sighed, opened the door and went out, ready to meet this woman.

The moonlight is cold, falling in the lake, a plank road leads to the small pavilion in the middle of the lake, and white gauze is flying.

The lights flickered, and one of the women was looming, playing the piano with her head bowed. In the breeze, the sound of the piano kept coming out.

Chen Feng watched this scene, especially the green fire.

These are all hallucinations, why is it so real, he didn't find any problem.

Chen Feng admired in his heart, he has no experience in this area, and he doesn't know how to deal with it.

Fortunately, the hallucinations didn't pose a great threat to him, and he wasn't too scared.

He listened quietly to the sound of the piano, trying to relax as much as possible.

In the sound of the piano, he thought that he was alone in this world, and in the original world, all his relatives had left.

This made him feel lonely even in the dead of night, which was somewhat pervasive.

Chen Feng sighed and looked at Nie Xiaoqian who looked a little like a fellow traveler.

This lonely ghost is worse than himself.

At least, I am still free, I am still a living person, and I can continue to improve my strength.

With his hands behind his back, Chen Feng was immersed in the sound of the piano.

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped and the string broke.

Chen Feng came back to his senses, subconsciously murmured to himself: "If you want to put your heart on Yaoqin, there are few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken strings."

Nie Xiaoqian in the kiosk heard this, and pondered over the words in a daze.

"Who will listen to the broken string..."

She repeated this sadly, with tears in her eyes.

The figure swayed, and a man came over.

"Can you play the piano for me?"

Chen Feng looked at this cold beauty quietly. Under the moonlight, his eyes were swaying, and he looked so pitiful. It was really hard to think that this was not a living person.

(End of this chapter)