Chapter 117: Wei Fengfeng

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When Jun Hao came to Yunyang City, it was late at night.
Mr. Jiayuan counted the time and thought that he would come soon tomorrow. At this time, he had already rested and did not send someone to welcome.
Jun is standing outside the Zhumen high wall of the school, squinting at the eyebrows, and the always cold look shows a little bit of urgency.
Not waiting for him to buckle the door, suddenly a figure jumped out of the courtyard wall.
The sleeves are raised by the night wind, like a white bird, which is supposed to be extremely chic.
The man turned around.
Yuehua sheds through the edge of the clouds, and the water is filled with water.
The banyan tree swayed in the night wind, and the deep and shallow shadows were intertwined on the wall tiles.
Also fell on him.
Jun Hao looks slightly changed.
Wei Jingfeng thought so surprised, Chunshan laugh and the autumn wind are the same from the breath, the old man certainly knows that you are here.
Immediately, he realized that his own appearance is probably the reason why the apprentice is surprised.
Wei Jingfeng’s voice was very cold.
How? I haven’t seen it for many years. The disciple grew up and didn’t recognize Master.

After he finished speaking, he regretted it and listened to what it was. For a time, he was fainted, and he was as arrogant as Li Tugen, and he was also interested in his appearance.
Just before his sleeves were gone, Jun collapsed.
One side of the knees slammed on the ground, the distance between the two suddenly approached, and the stunned wind did not have to talk up.
Jun Hao was determined to look at him and see that he could not speak.
Then seriously corrected, "Not for many years, it is one hundred and twenty-four years and six months."
At this moment, the suffocating suffocating suffocating disappeared without a trace.
He raised his hand and touched the apprentice's hair.
"Go, go home."
Jun Hao stood up and followed him.
As always, one step behind, showing insurmountable respect.
For Junxi, Master is a master, has nothing to do with the age of appearance, and has nothing to do with cultivation.
The long streets are lonely, the trees on the bluestone streets are full of trees, and the lanterns and wine flags on the high buildings are swung in the night wind.
The wind in the late autumn is cold, and the wind is tight.
In fact, he rushed all the way from the sword to the middle of the country, exhaustion is far from being able to eliminate sleep.
But he didn't care, the wind and the sword saw more, what was the fatigue? Normal only.
Jun Hao stepped forward and took his hand.
Wei Jingfeng stunned. Junyi’s palm is very cool, but there is a sly real yuan pouring out, such as the warmth of the general flow along the ten fingers across the body.
I can't help but sigh, the apprentice is very good, and I know that I am filthy and filial to Master.
The whole city is still asleep, and they walked down the street in a quiet night.
Juggernaut was dragged by the apprentice and seemed to feel something. He said, "I am a blessing though I have been ravaged this time. Swordsman Jianjian, repaired to be able to practice again, this look is also a re-enactment of children, not to taste It's not a practice. I don't have to be sad when I look at it."
He used to not comfort people, and the words he said were very stiff.
Jun Hao listened very seriously, but did not say anything at the end, just "hmm".
Wei Jingfeng put down his heart.
The autumn wind rolled up the corners of the street, and the white moonlighted the shore like a snow wave.
Their shadows are pulled diagonally.
Unexpectedly, many years ago, Juggernaut took a disciple from the school gate and returned to it. Now he is replaced by an apprentice to pick him up.

Wei Jingfeng did not hurry to hurry, and he stayed in the sword for a long time. Now look at the fireworks, the city and the horses feel particularly comfortable. Jun Hao himself followed him by him.
"You have to go more and more on weekdays. What is the meaning of practicing swords on the mountain all day long?
Jun Hao nodded. Wei Jingfeng looked at him and looked at him, knowing that he didn't listen.
Suddenly, the look is positive. "Yu Huafeng is a home. It shouldn't be a cage that traps you. Don't give yourself a slap."
Jun Lips does not speak.
In the slightly sunny city of the city, people often look at them along the way.
A temperamental youth, holding a cute child of Yu Xue, is a rare combination.
So when they walked into the flower street, the parties looked more. Wei Jingfeng is still quite frank, and Jun is only slightly frowning, and his look is cold and through the swaying clothes. Wherever they go, the weaving crowds in the alleys are separated by a passage.
There are not many guests in the morning, and there are a few tables in the lobby. The scent of wine and light powder floats in the air, and the brazier is burning, and it is crispy from time to time.
The proprietress who still has the charm is sitting at the counter and flipping the book absently.
Everything here is a familiar look of Wei Feng. It’s just that he is standing in front of the counter, not as high as the counter.
He looked back at Jun Yi and wanted the apprentice to buy wine.
Jun Hao misunderstood something, and for a moment, he leaned over and picked him up.
Unexpectedly, the line of sight suddenly rose, and Wei Fengfeng regained the confidence of condescending. Speaking a bit of aloud words, laughing,
"The boss wife, is there a life of happiness?"
The Luhua girl finally looked up at them.
I laughed too hard. "Do you drink or drink?"
Wei Jingfeng did not react, "I drink."
The Luhua girl usually takes the wine, and all of them are slamming on the counter, and the smoke of the earthquake is everywhere. This time, it was gentle and unusual, holding a small porcelain altar and gently put it into the arms of Wei Feng.
"gave it to you."
Juggernaut thought, did you recognize that I am a regular customer?
That is, the wine is less, forget it, people have a heart, how to send too much white.
Until Jun Hao took him out of the spring sleeve building, and walked out of Hualiu Liuxiang, he was open-minded.
Then he unplugged the wine stopper, and his keen sense of five made him feel that he could not detect it. "This is not a floating life, it is a peach blossom."
He broke free from the arms of Jun, and turned to go back.
Jun Yi does not understand wine, "What is the difference?"
"This is for kids!"
Peach blossom wine, the entrance is faint and sweet, just like juice.
Jun Hao took him and said nothing. Looking at his eyes on one knee.
Wei Jingfeng was seen by him and he couldn’t speak, holding the jar of alcohol and venting his breath. "Forget it, don't comfort me." He smiled. "There is nothing wrong with redoing children. When I was young, I could No one gives me anything."
It’s like the last life. When I was a child, I was crowded in the village, and I was desperately killed in the Donglu wilderness when I was a teenager. It is not a happy memory.
Jun Yi did not speak again, hugged the jar, and took his hand to continue.
Wei Jingfeng seems to have found a fun new experience. There are so many rare gadgets on the street, the paper windmill, the sugar gourd face, the clay figurines, the little rabbit lights he has never noticed before, and now all appear in his sight.
Very interesting.
Junyi asked, "Would you like to buy?"
Where does Juggernaut have a face to buy a bunny lamp, "Do not buy."
The paper-selling windmill hawker used to be a child who was a bit guilty. When he saw him really cute, he took a red windmill and gave it to him. "Give it to you."
Wei Jingfeng was too late to pick up.
Jun Yi gave the silver hand to the man. He has not gone down the mountain for many years, and he rarely spends a lot of money. The peddler of the music is not close. Other vendors are learning to send things to Wei Fengfeng.
Jun Hao will pay for the money behind.
When he walked out of the slightly Yangcheng City, Jiansheng's face was also thick. I am eating candied haws, and other things are held by Jun Hao.
He suddenly felt that it was really good.

Yan Xing wandered to Qingzhou City on this day and met several old drinkers on Tianxianglou. There are scattered repairs of mixed rivers and lakes, as well as the sons of big families.
After the three patrols, the few friends and friends who talked to the friends did not have scruples. "What is the way for the child around your master? Is it a son or an apprentice?"
Yan Xing suddenly stunned. "What do you say?"
Master? child? Playing me?
"You still don't know? You really don't know?"
"Hey, your master has gone to Yanyashan with a child. Many people have seen it with their own eyes."
"You still don't believe? He is good for that child."
"If no one dares to ask him, as for asking you?"
The wine of Yan Xing suddenly woke up most of the time and jumped directly from the window on the second floor. The people reacted and looked up and looked at it. It was already left behind. He did not rest all day and night, and the dust rushed back to Qi Huafeng.
Finally I saw Jun Hao in front of the mountain gate.
Jun Yan leaned over and said something to the child.
Yan Xing has never seen such a master, and it is still a constant coldness in the eyebrows. The whole person is inexplicably mild.
This person is definitely not an apprentice.
He went up and thought about it, "Master, your son?"
The child turned back and gave him a faint look.
Yan Xing finally saw the sword at his waist.
The delicate short sword, the beads are decorated, and the gorgeous looks like decorations.
Then he squatted directly.
Half a ring, finally returned to God, "...Master?"
Juggernaut screamed and threw the peach blossoms to him. "It’s just right, give you a jar of wine."
Yan Xing subconsciously took over and stood up from the ground, and his look was a bit embarrassing.
When he reached the Huanhua Peak, he suddenly laughed loudly. "Hahahahaha is back!"
The laughter stunned the jackdaws in the forest.
Juggernaut looked back at him. "Do you think the old man is dead?"
Yan Xun didn't smile, and suddenly he wanted to cry.
He looked at a few people who rushed out and felt that everyone seemed to want to cry.

Juggernaut is back. This is a big event in the world.
However, Wei Jingfeng was most afraid of trouble, and he did not want to know, so the news stopped at Yu Huafeng.
Life on the mountain is no different from the past.
He is still not used to this appearance, even in front of Jun Hao, and always awkward to other apprentices.
Yin Yin was sent out by him, and another peak with Luo Mingchuan.
"The two of you have cultivated the realm to such a point. They are also accomplices of the same family. They should be self-reliant. They always count on what the old man is."
Yin Yue is more loyal to his life, looking for a pure pulse in the mountains of the mountains, named 兮 兮 明. Yan Yashan has the seventh peak.
Yan Xing is better to send, Juggernaut only said one sentence, "People are absent-minded, go down the mountain early!"
"The old five? Let him not come, so free, it is better to build a bridge in the floating sea."
Liu Bulling is aphasia, I don’t know if Master is serious, how can I write back?
Juggernaut turned to her and said, "Fucking frost, have time to go out and walk, young, don't always suffocate in the room to scribe the Tao."
Liu Bull Frost should be, and when the spring rains, the rain will go down the mountain, I don’t know where to go.
In the heart of Juggernaut, it doesn't matter whether she is ruined or not, and how many people have passed away. She is still the little the snowfield. Still young, with great time and future. It is time to go to the world to experience, to waste and regret.
Everyone is gone, and Juggernaut can finally play the bunny lights in a bright and beautiful way.
Yan Huafeng is somewhat lonely. Like many years ago, Wei Jingfeng just came back with Jun, and there are only two of them here. There are also clouds in the sky, wild trees and wildflowers in the mountains.
Spring is coming to autumn, and Yunjuan Yunshu. I don’t know how old I am.
This is the longest time he spent in Yuhuafeng.
He is confident that he does not owe the world, does not owe the world, but he has to say that there is nothing wrong with his life, but he feels that he is owed to the monarch.
When the big apprentice came back with him, he was only six or seven years old. He didn't know how to block the wind. He didn't have a heavy weight when he was recruiting. He didn't say how long it took to go down the mountain.
These monarchs will not talk to him. It is only after he has had a heavy history that he has learned slowly.
As he said to Yin Yi, he is not a good master.
Jun Hao took advantage of his position when he practiced the sword. Every time he went down the mountain, he took his hand, as if he was afraid of him, and he was afraid of losing. I don't know where to learn the craft, and often do some gadgets for him. Wei Jingfeng is really a young man's heart. When he plays for two days, he is tired, but he doesn't throw it.
Jun Hao is better than him.
"Remember that when you were young, you went up the mountain. I learned to talk to you. You can say a lot in one day. How can you regress now?"
"There is nothing to say on weekdays, and there is no one to say, and naturally will regress."
Juggernaut thought that this would not work. It seems that speaking is the same as practicing. If you go against the water, you will retreat. You may have to practice again.
So everything has come from the beginning.
For the great practitioners, the time of more than ten years is nothing but a slap in the face.
Wei Jingfeng turned into a young boy who was soaring. Time has not left a trace on him.
The realm gradually recovered, and he had to travel with the sword down the mountain, and no longer had to accompany him.
In the spring of March, Chunshan laughs.
Jun Hao sent him to the mountain road of Yan Huafeng, watching his back go farther and farther, until he became a fuzzy outline under the blue sky.
Turning back alone, sitting in front of the case to wipe the sword, suddenly felt that for more than ten years, but a big dream.
After the dream is awakened, everything is no different.
As a disciple, every word of Master, he listened carefully and practiced earnestly.
Just one thing, he never agrees.
"Yu Huafeng is a home. It shouldn't be a cage that traps you. Don't give yourself a slap."
That person never knows.
Yan Yashan is not a cage, and Qi Huafeng is not a shackle.
Only Jian Shengwei was shocked by what really trapped him.
Jun Hao slowly rubbed the sword, Chunshan smiled as smooth as water, reflecting the chill of his eyebrows.
Suddenly there was a breeze behind him, the bright light was blocked, and the room was dark.
He looked back and looked surprised.
"Don't you go to see the heavens and the earth?"
Juggernaut touches the nose, some awkward,
"It’s gone, it doesn't mean anything, it's better to see you."