Good Fortune Martial Emperor

Chapter 4
The ceremony of accepting apprentices ended quickly. After the banquet, all the powerful people left one after another. Everyone tacitly did not mention the topic of divorce and divorce. On the surface, it seemed that the host and guest enjoyed themselves.

From then on, Yang Zhenyu became famous all over the world, achieved success at a young age, became Zhang Yan's closed disciple, and contracted all the hot topics in Fengling City.

What is even more interesting is that Ye Feng dared to challenge Yang Zhenyu, and it was a battle of life and death.

Although Ye Feng once also bear the title of genius, but that is only the past tense, the title of trash of six years cannot be washed away in one day.

Even though he seems to have regained his talent and broke through three realms in a row, he has not awakened his soul after all.

No matter how talented an ordinary monk is, he can't compare with the Destiny Cultivator, and his opponent Yang Zhenyu is a one-of-a-kind dual-fate soul Destiny Cultivator.

No one is optimistic about Ye Feng, everyone thinks that he is just fighting for a moment, young and impulsive, but the price of this impulsiveness may be his life.

Only Ye Chen, everything was as usual, he left Fengling Academy after telling Ye Feng a few words casually, such an attitude even made people doubt whether Ye Feng was his own son.

After the turmoil, in the bamboo forest in the back mountain, Ye Feng kept punching, and the punching wind was continuous and endless. It was the Longevity Fist that represented the wood attribute in the Five Elements Fist.

After practicing the Fortune Art, Ye Feng found that his comprehension had improved a lot, but after one night, he mastered the essence of Changshengquan.

"It seems that the God of Good Fortune can not only create souls of life, but also combat skills and spells can also be visualized, directly comprehend the essence of them, and practice with half the effort."

Sitting down and doing exercise, Ye Feng could feel the aura flowing around him very clearly, especially the wood aura.

This kind of feeling never existed before, it was the Divine Tree of Creation that raised his six senses to the extreme, which made his perception of aura so clear.

Suddenly, Ye Feng opened his eyes. In his perception, the aura fluctuated extremely strongly in the depths of the bamboo forest, almost like a storm.

Ye Feng got up and walked towards the sensed direction. After a stick of incense, there was no road in front of him, only dense green bamboos, which even Ye Feng had never entered.

Feeling that the place was not far away, Ye Feng stepped in. After taking this step, the melodious piano sound suddenly rang in his ears.

The sound of the piano is euphemistic and long, and it is refreshing to hear, like the gentle touch of a sympathizer.

"Is there anyone living in this back mountain?"

Ye Feng was attracted by the sound of the piano, and walked forward. As the steps deepened, the sound of the piano became clearer and clearer. Ye Feng could clearly feel that the aura around him was undulating with the sound of the piano, like silk and threads.

He hurriedly executed the Divine Art of Creation, and suddenly, a picture appeared in his mind, under the bright moon, a handsome man stood by the edge of the mirror lake, expressing his heart to the lake, and on the lake, there was a blurry reflection of a woman.

The man wanted to reach out to touch it, but it only caused countless ripples. In the end, everything was just a mirror image.

Ye Feng felt the artistic conception of the sound of the piano, full of longing in the desolation, that handsome man seemed to have experienced the most painful thing in the world, it felt like experiencing it personally, Ye Feng couldn't help tears from the corners of his eyes.

He walked to the front, the bamboo grove ended here, in front of him was an ordinary house, with a small courtyard in front of the door, bluestone tables and chairs, a man in white was burning incense and playing the piano, the appearance was exactly the person Ye Feng had seen in his mind before.

Ye Feng didn't bother, but sat on the sidelines and listened to the whole piece silently. When the last note fell, he already had tears streaming down his cheeks.

"This senior must be a reclusive expert." Ye Feng thought to himself, stood up and said respectfully, "This junior stepped here unintentionally, disturbing Qingxiu, senior, please forgive me."

The man put his hands on the strings and said, "It's okay, no one has set foot here for decades, and it's fate that you came here. You seem to understand the song just now."

"Senior's piano sound has a profound artistic conception. It seems to be full of strong thoughts and endless regrets. The younger generation dare not speak nonsense."

"It's hard to find a bosom friend, since I'm here, how about listening to another song?"

"Please enlighten me, senior."

The sound of the piano reappeared, completely different from before.

The melody of this song is high-pitched, like clanging swords, with a majestic momentum, straight to the sky.

Ye Feng closed his eyes and focused his attention, while running the Divine Art of Creation, a sharp divine sword appeared in his mind, and thousands of sword energy turned into a long river, trying to break through the sky.

"In the sound of the piano, there is such a pure sword intent!"

The sword aura was awe-inspiring, and Ye Feng was immersed in it, the divine tree of good fortune lit up with divine light, and on a branch, a fruit lingering in the sword aura was congealing.

At the same time, Ye Feng's body released an extremely sharp aura, his whole body seemed to turn into a divine sword, and the sword aura pierced through the air and went straight to the heavens.

Seeing this, the man's eyes burst into brilliance, his fingers fluttered, and the rhythm of the piano music suddenly accelerated.

At the end of the song, an imprint of a divine sword appeared on Ye Feng's forehead, and then disappeared between his eyebrows. In the Palace of Fate, a divine sword hung down from a branch.

This song actually made Ye Feng condense the Soul of Excalibur.

He bowed and saluted, and said, "Thank you for your success, senior."

A trace of surprise flashed across the man's face, and he couldn't help but ask, "Can you create a soul?"

"It's just a coincidence, I hope the senior can keep it a secret for the junior."

From the man, Ye Feng didn't feel any hostility, which is why he admitted decisively.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"Thank you senior."

The man nodded, with a thoughtful expression on his face, after a while, he said to Ye Feng: "My name is Muchen, would you like to practice swordsmanship with me?"

Ye Feng was shocked, the name Mu Chen was known to everyone in Chu State.

Sword Saint Mu Chen, the husband of Princess Yunyao, the number one beauty in the Chu Kingdom, a strong man in the Lingfu Realm, one of the most elite people in the Chu Kingdom, disappeared without a trace 16 years ago .

Unexpectedly, this legendary figure would appear in the small Fengling Academy.

"Disciple Ye Feng, meet master!"

Ye Feng didn't hesitate at all, having such a strong person as a teacher is an opportunity that others can't even ask for, once you miss it, it's too late to regret it.

"You are Ye Feng?" Mu Chen said, "It seems that the rumors outside are not true."

Judging from what Mu Chen said, he had also heard about the outside world, obviously he had heard of Ye Feng's reputation as a waste, but in his opinion, he seemed to be extremely satisfied with Ye Feng.

"Dad, I'm back."

A voice as crisp as a yellow oriole came, and immediately afterward, a fragrant wind rushed to the face, and a girl like a fairy floated over, with long hair like a waterfall, skin as white as fat, and her face was even more beautiful.

"Hey, you are Ye Feng? Why are you at my house?" The girl was surprised when she saw Ye Feng.

"Uh, you know me?"

"Of course, you are so famous in the outer courtyard, it's hard to know you, but do you know me?"

Ye Feng blushed a little rarely, and said: "Miss Mu's reputation is naturally thunderous."

Mu Yufei, the number one beauty recognized by Fengling Academy, a monk of Destiny, is the best in both talent and appearance, and is the dream lover in the hearts of many male students.

Even Ye Feng was not immune, he once met Mu Yufei at the 14-year-old awakening ceremony, and since then, that beautiful image has always lingered in his heart, and he can't get rid of it.

However, Mu Yufei was too mysterious. Although it was rumored that she practiced in the cabinet, even the cabinet disciples rarely saw her. In addition, Ye Feng had a trash name before, and the two of them were not in the same world at all.

Ye Feng suddenly felt that he had changed his luck. First, he obtained the Divine Fortune Tree, practiced the Divine Art of Fortune, and then worshiped a famous teacher. It happened that the goddess he liked was the daughter of the master.

There is a saying, it is called the near water towers first get the moon.

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth couldn't help revealing a shameless smile, which made Mu Yufei look away.

Mu Chen said: "Yufei, Ye Feng is my new disciple. From now on, he will live here and practice with me. You go and tidy up a room and come out."

"What?" Mu Yufei said incredulously, "Disciple? Do you still want to live here? Daddy, you don't know about his talent"

"Go and clean up." Mu Chen interrupted, "Ye Feng, do you have any objections?"

Mu Yufei said: "He lives in a separate courtyard in the outer courtyard, how could he live here."

"Thank you, Master." Ye Feng quickly agreed, worried that Mu Chen would regret it even if he was a second late.

Mu Yufei reluctantly walked into the house.

Looking at her back, Ye Feng said unconsciously: "We will live under the same roof in the future, please take care of me."

(End of this chapter)