Junior Disciple C

"I'm going to kill the chicken." This was the first thought of Feng Ye who was forced to wake up by Fang Yang.

"Brother, don't be delusional!"

The sound of Fang Yang's righteous words broke Feng Ye's haze when he just woke up, and only then did he realize that he had accidentally said what was in his heart.

Fang Yang stood in front of Feng Ye's bed with his hips crossed, lifted the blanket that Feng Ye was wrapped in, and said sadly: "Brother, with your current cultivation level, you can't even kill a chicken!"

Feng Ye: "..." Although the image of Senior Brother Waste Chai was deliberately created by him, he suddenly feels that he has overbuilt it.

Feng Ye couldn't help explaining weakly: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother is actually not that weak..."

Fang Yang only thought he was trying to quibble, and rolled his eyes with disdain.

Feng Ye: "..." It seems that this image has been deeply ingrained and cannot be shaken.

Feng Ye's mood was a bit complicated for a while, he didn't know if he was happy for his successful disguise, but sad because he was too successful.

Does he really act that much like a piece of trash?

Judging from Fang Yang's reaction, the answer is probably yes.

Feng Ye sat up from the bed, thanks to Fang Yang, he was completely awake.

"Brother, hurry up. Let's practice swords for a while, then go to have breakfast, and do sundries after breakfast." Fang Yang held a wooden sword in one hand. Although he was still standing there, the urgency in his words was almost I can't hold back anymore.

His schedule is like a clock set, every second counts.

It's a pity that Feng Ye didn't have such thoughts. Even when he was awake, his movements were still slow, showing reluctance from body to heart.

Fang Yang waited quietly for a while, and finally got impatient. He saw that Feng Ye was deliberately dawdling, so he simply moved the two wooden swords to one hand, and then used the other free hand to grab Feng Ye and walked out.

"Hey, hey, wait for me to put on my shoes!" Feng Ye only put on the boots on one foot, and the other was still naked. He was dragged by Fang Yang and jumped for two steps in a golden rooster independent posture.

Seeing this, Fang Yang stopped his hands mercifully, and stared at Senior Brother Waste Chai putting on his shoes.

"Puff." For some reason, Hao Chenyi, who woke up so early, watched this scene at the door, and couldn't help letting out a deep laugh.He pressed the closed handle of the fan to his lips, pretending that he was not smiling.

Feng Ye raised his head and glanced at Hao Chen while putting on his shoes. Last night was considered to be all right. Hao Chen just stayed in his room to rest obediently, without making any small moves.

But this by no means means that he won't make any moves. It's probably because he knew Feng Ye was staring at him, so he didn't do anything.

Feng Ye lowered his head and straightened his trousers. In this posture, others could not see his expression. He narrowed his eyes slightly, the sleepiness on his face disappeared, and he quickly thought about what to do next.

Feng Ye knew nothing about the reason and purpose for Hao Chen to find him. Feng Ye also knew nothing about Hao Chen's identity and strength. In such a situation where the details were unknown, the first mover would be at a disadvantage.

Anyway, I have plenty of patience, and sooner or later I will be able to wait until this old fox shows its tail.

It is the best policy to brake statically.Feng Ye made a decision. He tidied up his trousers and yawned when he raised his head, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

His performance was that of a good-for-nothing who was completely muddy and couldn't support the wall. Seeing this, Fang Yang was afraid that the good-for-nothing brother would fall asleep again, so he dragged Feng Ye and ran outside.

Hao Chen, on the other hand, stood where he was, propping his chin with a fan, looking thoughtfully at Feng Ye's reluctant back.

When he came back to his senses, the two senior brothers had already disappeared.

lost.

Hao Chen was not in a hurry. He unfolded the fan in his hand and pulled out a fan bone from the outermost side. After the fan bone, which looked like a bamboo slip, was removed from the fan, it suddenly turned into a black fan in his hand. feathers.

This feather has a beautiful luster in the sun. Although it is black, it gives people a feeling of radiance for no reason.

Hao Chen suddenly threw the feather into the air, and the feather that should have been dangling and falling fluttered in the air, turning into a black crow.

This crow is ordinary, no different from ordinary crows. If there is any difference, the feathers of this crow are a little better than ordinary crows, but overall it is an ordinary crow.

"Wow - wow -" the ordinary crow croaked twice, flapped its wings, and flew into the sky.

Looking down from a high altitude, the crow had a panoramic view of the Lingxiao Sword Sect. Its black pupils scanned the bottom like a falcon, and it quickly located the target.

Hao Chen, who had closed his eyes, opened them at the same time, and he walked in Feng Ye's direction unhurriedly.

The open space behind the mountain.

Fang Yang spoke earnestly to his senior brother who was staring up in a daze: "Senior brother, don't be in a daze anymore, the day's plan is in the morning, hurry up and practice your sword."

"Oh." Feng Ye replied perfunctorily. He still looked up at the sky without moving. A crow just flew past his head.

It just looks like an ordinary crow, and there is no trace of evil spirit or spiritual power on its body.

Is it my illusion?Feng Ye thought uncertainly.

"Brother!" Fang Yang called out again, hating iron for being weak.

"Huh?" Feng Ye finally recovered his senses and took a look at him, and saw Fang Yang's big face that was almost pressed against his face.

Seeing that Brother Waste Chai finally took a look at him, Fang Yang put the wooden sword into Feng Ye's hand, and urged him to start practicing the sword forcefully.

Feng Ye looked at Fang Yang, and then at the wooden sword in his hand. He originally wanted to quibble, but he only promised to get up, but didn't promise that he would practice with Fang Yang.

But he felt that if he really said that, Fang Yang would probably be so angry that he would break up with him.

So, reluctantly, Feng Ye grasped the hilt of the sword. The moment the hilt was in his hand, Feng Ye unconsciously pulled the sword flower with a familiar feeling, as if the sword itself was an extension of his arm.

This is definitely not an action that a person who is not good at swordsmanship will do.

Feng Ye glanced at Fang Yang guilty. Fortunately, Fang Yang had his back turned to him just now, so he didn't see his movements.

Just as Feng Ye breathed a sigh of relief, he saw a figure swaying over not far away.

haunted.Feng Ye looked at Hao Chen and thought.

Different from Feng Ye's full of disgust, Hao Chen smiled and raised his eyebrows when he saw Feng Ye, as if he was very happy: "Fellow Taoist Feng Ye walked too fast, I almost missed it."

Still not walking fast enough to get rid of him.Feng Ye slandered inwardly.

But he smiled apologetically: "My junior brother and I devoted ourselves to practicing swords, and forgot fellow Taoist Hao Chen, don't be offended by fellow Taoist Hao Chen."

"No wonder, no wonder." Hao Chen shook his fan and said with a smile: "I have heard for a long time that Ling Xiao Sword Sect's swordsmanship is superb, so I wonder if I can see it today?"

When he spoke, he looked at Feng Ye, as if he wanted Feng Yewu to show him some moves.

Of course Feng Ye would not follow suit. He had already realized that it would be easy for him to reveal his secrets when holding a sword, so he would never dance the sword in front of Hao Chen.

However, before he could find an excuse to refuse, Fang Yang took the first step and took him over for him: "My brother's swordsmanship... let me do it."

There was a suspicious pause in the middle of him, Feng Ye could guess what Fang Yang wanted to say with his eyes closed, Senior Brother Waste Chai's sword skills... no, Senior Brother Waste Chai has no sword skills at all, in order not to throw the Ling Xiao Sword in front of other disciples Zong's face, Fang Yang took over the task of displaying it.

Feng Ye, who perfectly imagined the mental journey of his junior and younger brother: "..."

Although Fang Yang did help him out, he was not happy.

Hao Chen's mood was strangely similar to Feng Ye's at the moment, and he was a little speechless. He didn't really want to watch some sword dance, but just wanted to find out Feng Ye's bottom line. He didn't expect to kill such a Cheng Yaojin.

But the words were said by myself, and it is hard to take them back, so I could only smile and make a "please" gesture.

Feng Ye and Hao Chen each stepped back a few steps, leaving room for Fang Yang, and then stood to the side, watching Fang Yang dance with his sword.

Fang Yangwu's sword moves are not very complicated, it should be said that they are quite basic, one chop, one slash, one horizontal and one thrust.

But his movements are also sharp and sharp. Although it is a wooden sword, there is also the faint sound of the iron sword being unsheathed.

It's a pity...it still owes a lot of heat, it looks fierce, but it is full of flaws.The chassis is unstable, the angle of the sword is not right, the part of the force is not right, it is not right, it is not right anywhere.

Feng Ye was picky in his heart, it's okay not to look at him, but the more he looked at him, the more itchy he was.Although Fang Yang practiced hard, it was a pity that he did not have the guidance of his master. He buried his head in the practice, and even if he improved, most of it was useless.

Feng Ye admired Fang Yang as a junior, and he wanted to give him some advice, but... Feng Ye glanced at Hao Chen out of the corner of his eye, and met Hao Chen's gaze.

The two showed awkward yet polite smiles at the same time, and then turned their heads, pretending to concentrate on watching Fang Yang dance the sword.

Hao Chen was really in the way, with Hao Chen around, Feng Ye felt that he would be restrained everywhere.

Gotta figure out a way.

Thinking of a way to avoid Hao Chen and communicate with Fang Yang, Feng Ye rolled his eyes, and he suddenly had a good idea.

It's just that this idea still needs to be prepared, Feng Ye put this matter aside for the time being, and is going to go back to the house to do it at night.

"Papa papa", a burst of applause suddenly sounded in my ears.

Only then did Feng Ye realize that Fang Yang had finished dancing the sword. Hao Chen cooperated and gave a burst of applause, and Feng Ye immediately applauded too.

Although he has a lot of thorns to pick, but right now, he should encourage and encourage the younger brother first.

"It's a well-deserved reputation." Hao Chen smiled and flattered him.Feng Ye didn't speak, applauding against his conscience was already his biggest concession.

Fang Yang scratched his head in embarrassment when he heard this. He has always practiced sword alone, and this is the first time he has danced for others. In fact, he was a little nervous.

But judging from the reactions of the two audience members, I can dance well.

Although the two viewers are exactly the same useless, and their appreciation ability is questionable, Fang Yang still couldn't restrain his happiness.

He was so happy that he even forgot to urge Feng Ye to practice the sword, but changed the subject shyly: "It's almost there, let's go have breakfast."

This proposal was unanimously approved by the two losers, and the three of them went down the mountain to the cafeteria together.

Although they got up very early, it took a lot of effort to go back and forth, and now most of the disciples of the same school are also up.

Along the way, they met many fellow disciples, all dressed in black and white Taoist robes, Feng Ye and Fang Yang wore the same clothes, which were not eye-catching.

But Hao Chen is different.

As an expatriate disciple with distinctive clothes, coupled with his outstanding face, Hao Chen attracted the attention of other Lingxiao Sword Sect disciples along the way.

This was normal at first, but Feng Ye inexplicably felt a little strange. Those people just ignored Hao Chen, and their eyes would drift to him from time to time.

Being watched by four or five groups of people one after another, Feng Ye couldn't help but look back.

However, as soon as Feng Ye looked back, those people seemed to be startled and looked away.

Feng Ye: "?"

Feng Ye turned his gaze back again with doubts, and he noticed from the corner of his eye that the group of people immediately stared at him again as soon as they saw him turn back, occasionally whispering.

Feng Ye: "???"

Am I exposed?Feng Ye couldn't help touching his face and thinking.

The face was still that ordinary face, and Feng Ye didn't reveal it.

What went wrong?

Feng Ye couldn't even eat breakfast, and kept thinking in his heart.

The culprit was sitting opposite Feng Ye, eating breakfast with an innocent face.