Junior Disciple C

Although Feng Ye was full of doubts, this group of people looked at him with such magical eyes, and no one said the reason.

After all, how can you talk about gossip in front of the protagonist of the gossip, so Feng Ye is still confused by Monk Zhang Er.

Soon he couldn't bear the pressure of so many people watching together, and took Fang Yang, and quickly slipped away from the crowd.

As a competent brown candy, Hao Chen naturally followed closely behind Feng Ye.

The three of them returned to the messy martial arts square again. The meeting was over, and there was still work to be done.

Feng Ye and Hao Chen also realized the childishness of their previous behavior, they did not mess around this time, but honestly swept aside.

And Fang Yang enthusiastically joined the cleaning team. While sweeping, he told Feng Ye excitedly about his decision: "Brother, I'm going!"

Feng Ye was not surprised, he had already seen Fang Yang's thoughts.

He was not going to dissuade him either. No matter how difficult and dangerous this path of practice is, he was destined to walk it by himself.

He just warned: "Before you go, you need to make preparations, such as some healing pills, or herbs to relieve miasma."

Fang Yang thought for a while: "I still have the healing medicine, and the miasma-relieving herbs seem to be available in the back mountain. I will go up the mountain tomorrow to look for it."

The patriarch of Lingxiao Sword Sect chose this place as the base of his sect, and of course he didn't choose it randomly.This mountain range has a vast territory and profound aura, and it is a rare treasure land for cultivation.

Although the disciples of the past dynasties built many houses and palaces on the mountain, there is still a considerable area, which is a deep mountain and old forest that has not been developed at all.

This is what Ling Xiao Jianzong called the back mountain. The aura of the back mountain nourishes all kinds of elixir plants, as well as monsters.

Of course, in order to ensure the safety of the disciples, Lingxiao Sword Sect will organize disciples above foundation establishment to clear up the monsters in the back mountain from time to time.

But there will always be fish that slip through the net. Although Fang Yang's cultivation will not cause any major problems, but thinking about Fang Yang's leaving soon, it seems that I, as a senior brother, have not done anything for Fang Yang.

Thinking of this, Feng Ye felt a little guilty, so he said casually, "I'll go with you."

As soon as his words fell, Hao Chen immediately said, "I'll go too."

Nougat.

Feng Ye looked at Hao Chen and thought.

Hao Chen smiled back, pretending not to understand Feng Ye's disgusted eyes.

Although Fang Yang didn't think Brother Fei Chai could help him, he thoughtfully did not reject Brother Fei Chai's kindness.

After cleaning, the three went back to their respective rooms and agreed to meet again tomorrow morning.

As soon as the door was closed, Feng Ye, who had finally got rid of Hao Chen, heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that he had thrown away a big burden.

He rummaged through his room, and finally found the book of Li Aotian's Cultivation of Immortals that he had thrown away casually under the bed.

Feng Ye dusted the book and blew on the dust before he opened it and turned two pages.

He found this book out of the blue. It was definitely not his taste that had changed suddenly. He still thought the book was nonsense.

When practicing swords early in the morning, Feng Ye wanted to give Fang Yang some advice, but because of Hao Chen's presence, he couldn't say anything.

However, he thought of a good idea.And that idea was inspired by...

Feng Ye flipped through more than ten pages, and finally found what he was looking for.

The main character, Li Aotian, was looked down upon because of his mediocre talent. When he gave up on himself, he picked up a jade pendant by chance.

I thought it was just an ordinary jade pendant, but by coincidence, Li Aotian dripped his own fingertip blood onto the jade pendant, awakening the sleeping grandfather in the jade pendant.

Of course, the old man is not an ordinary old man, he is a powerful remnant soul who wandered here by accident.Don't care how he was wandering, and don't care why he found Li Aotian with mediocre qualifications.

Anyway, they're together.

The grandfather guided Li Aotian's practice and growth all the way, and successfully helped Li Aotian reach the pinnacle of life.

This is not the point, the point is that only Li Aotian, who has recognized the master with blood from the jade pendant, can hear the words of the old man living in the jade pendant.

What a great idea.As long as I forged such a jade pendant, I could avoid Hao Chen and talk to Fang Yang directly.

Feng Ye lamented his wit while flipping through the book.

After sighing, Feng Ye stroked his non-existent beard again. He had already assumed the role of the grandfather for himself.

Just do it, Feng Ye jumped up from the bamboo couch, ready to start working.

And then...then he had his first problem...

Where did the jade pendant come from?

Feng Ye rummaged through all the cabinets in the house, and came to such a conclusion:

Oh, it turns out I'm a pauper.

Although it has been a month since the impostor, Feng Ye, who has always been indifferent to money, only discovered this fact today.

But there is an old saying that is good, as long as the mind does not slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties.

There is no jade pendant, and the whole wood one is the same.

Feng Ye used local materials, and directly cut bamboo from the bamboo forest outside his house.He polished the bamboo into a small piece of bamboo two fingers wide, and picked up a brush to draw patterns on the bamboo piece.

He is a fake grandpa, and he is not going to really put his own soul into the bamboo slice. He just drew a communication array on the bamboo slice, and he can directly communicate with the person at the other end of the bamboo slice through this array. Naval dialogue.

In addition to the communication array, Feng Ye added another hidden breath array in order not to reveal the special nature of the bamboo piece due to the aura leaking out when the array was activated.

Each of these two formations is very simple, but when they are overlapped and drawn together, it is completely another level of difficulty.

The two formation patterns must be related to each other and merged with each other, otherwise if one makes a mistake, the formation will be scrapped.This kind of combined formation that needs to be modified by oneself can only be done by a master who is extremely proficient in the principles of the formation.

And Feng Ye painted very fast, not even as long as he had been grinding bamboo.

After finishing the last stroke of the array pattern, there was a brief flash of spiritual light, and then disappeared into the bamboo slices.

You're done.Feng Ye looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

There is only one last step left, how to hand over this piece of bamboo to Fang Yang.Feng Ye was going to copy the passages in the book and asked Fang Yang to pick them up.

It happened to be almost evening now, and Fang Yang was probably coming back from sword practice.

So, Feng Ye came to Fang Yang's house sneakily, he saw Fang Yang's figure from a distance, and immediately threw the bamboo piece on the ground.

Then he dodged and hid in the bamboo forest, waiting to see Fang Yang pick up the bamboo pieces.

Fang Yang approached, Fang Yang walked closer and closer, Fang Yang walked to the side of the bamboo piece, Fang Yang walked over.

walked over?

Feng Ye watched Fang Yang walk past the bamboo pieces without looking sideways.

Feng Ye: "..."

He suddenly realized his mistake. The jade pendant fell on the ground, and most people would pick it up, but a piece of bamboo cut from ordinary bamboo would not even be noticed.

Feng Ye covered his face for a while for his stupid mistake, but he still had a chance.

Fang Yang came out shortly after entering the door, holding clean clothes, ready to take a shower.

Feng Ye seized the opportunity, and when Fang Yang walked past the bamboo piece again, he activated the formation, and the flashing aura of the formation finally made Fang Yang notice the piece of bamboo.

Fang Yang squatted down and picked up the bamboo, his brows were slightly frowned, he seemed to see the bamboo flash for a moment, but now it stopped flashing.

Fang Yang looked at it for a while, but didn't get any results, so he put the bamboo piece in his pocket, and prepared to study it after taking a shower.

Feng Ye, who was hiding in the bamboo forest, breathed a sigh of relief, it was considered a success.

It was getting dark again, Fang Yang came back from the shower and sat on the bamboo couch in his room, looking at the piece of bamboo he picked up over and over again.

He felt that he shouldn't be blind, the bamboo piece did flicker at the time, but it didn't flicker now, nothing unusual.

Just when Fang Yang wanted to put the bamboo piece aside.

"cough..."

Suddenly there was a muffled cough, and Fang Yang jumped up from the bamboo couch in shock. He looked around and asked, "Who?"

An old and hoarse voice sounded beside his ears: "Young man, did you wake me up?"

In Feng Ye's room not far away, Feng Ye squeezed his throat, reading lines while reading a book.

Fang Yang was stunned, how could this line be so familiar, as a diehard book fan, he quickly remembered the source of this sentence, and his expression became surprised: "Are you Grandpa Song Bao?"

Send treasure to grandpa?

The corner of Feng Ye's mouth twitched.

"Cough cough cough..." The old hoarse voice coughed violently for a while, and then denied: "No, but you and I are destined, just in time, I think you are also a famous sword cultivator, I can give you a few pointers."

In fact, according to the plot in the book, the grandfather still has a part to grind, saying that he wants to test the protagonist.However, Feng Ye felt that talking through his throat was too tiring, so he went straight to the point.

Fang Yang didn't doubt this old grandfather who appeared out of nowhere, he just put on his shoes with excitement on his face: "Wait a minute, I'll tell my brother!"

Feng Ye: "..."

Seeing Fang Yang's footsteps gradually drifting away, Feng Ye shouted out in a panic: "Wait!"

There was a pause in the distant footsteps, and they walked back slowly.

Fang Yang's tone was puzzled: "Why did your voice change?"

Feng Ye: "..." Too bad, I was in a hurry just now, so I didn't hold my throat to speak.

But Feng Ye thought about it again, it was tiring to keep talking at the throat, who stipulated that the jade pendant or bamboo piece picked up must be an old man?

He has replaced the jade pendants with bamboo ones, so it doesn't matter if the old man gets younger.

Feng Ye thought about it, he directly used his original voice, not the voice of this body, he used his spiritual consciousness to communicate with Fang Yang, so what Fang Yang heard was his real voice.

A deep man's voice sounded in the room, as clear as a spring in an empty valley, and as firm and powerful as a ray of sunlight piercing through the overlapping shadows of trees.

This voice made Fang Yang's attention no longer focus on the inexplicably appearing old grandfather who inexplicably turned into a big brother, but couldn't help sighing: "Big brother, your voice is really nice."

The man with a nice voice gave a low laugh, and then replied with a smile: "I will teach you how to use swordsmanship, but there is one condition, you can't tell anyone about me."

"Brother Waste Chai can't do it?"

Brother waste wood?

Feng Ye: "..." Although he probably knew his image in Fang Yang's heart, hearing this name with his own ears still felt like he had been shot in the knee.

The pleasant voice disappeared for a moment, and when he spoke again, it was an unquestionable denial: "No."

"Oh." Fang Yang replied with some disappointment.

"By the way." After Fang Yang finished answering, he suddenly remembered: "You haven't told me who you are yet."

The voice laughed again, with a hint of encouragement, but also with unconcealable arrogance: "When you can really traverse the world, you will know my name."