Taoist Temple of Time and Space

Chapter 90.

"Senior Sword Saint, my master..."

Concubine Shixuan didn't finish her sentence, she fell off the horse.

"Master Sanfeng, my father..."

Song Yuzhi also looked on the verge of falling, and seemed to be seriously injured.

Chu Feng teleported over directly, picked up the unconscious Shi Feixuan and Song Yuzhi who was not unconscious, threw them on the ground, and asked, "What happened?"

Song Yuzhi, who is beautiful but bruised, sat up with support, and said with a sad face: "On the way back, a group of mysterious people suddenly appeared, and my father, second uncle, and elder brother were all taken away. Their lives and deaths are unknown. It took a lot of hard work to come here, and the same thing happened to Shi Feixuan and her master."

Hearing this, Chu Feng felt a wave of excitement in his heart. He didn't expect someone to take advantage of the competition some time ago to reap the benefits. Who could it be.

Just as Chu Feng was deep in thought, Song Yuzhi and the unconscious Shi Fei Xuan blatantly launched a sneak attack.

Everything happened suddenly, but it was nothing to Chu Feng. With his strength, even the sneak attack by Song Que, the heavenly sword, might not be successful, let alone someone else. In an instant, Song Yuzhi flew backwards.

Ah Qing on one side knocked Concubine Shi Xuan away at the same time. Compared to Chu Feng who had more room to attack, Ah Qing who was ruthless to outsiders directly shocked Concubine Shi Xuan to death, and blood spilled in the air.

For a moment, the whole audience was in an uproar. The descendant of Cihang Jingzhai and the princess of the Song Clan would sneak up on the head and elders of the Wuyue Sword Sect. What happened? Some disciples in the crowd who were good at disguise, Walking up to Song Yuzhi, who was seriously injured and comatose, and Concubine Shixuan, who died, he twitched their faces, restoring two strange old faces.

"Disguise"

"It turned out to be fake, so let me just say, Shi Feixuan and Song Yuzhi would only sneak attack the world's number one master and the world's second master unless they lost their minds."

"There must be a terrifying conspiracy hidden in it."

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Chu Feng and Ah Qing glanced at each other, their expressions were very calm. With their cultivation level, they didn't care about conspiracies or tricks.

"Master, the assassin is dead, the master must be coming soon"

Ah Qing spoke indifferently, as if talking about an unimportant matter.

With a thought, Chu Feng took a few steps forward, and said to the disciples on the square: "There may be a big battle later, you will go to the back mountain to take shelter temporarily, and don't come out without my order."

"Follow the orders of the elders"

"Follow the orders of the elders"

"Follow the orders of the elders"

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Thousands of disciples retreated like a tidal wave after obeying the order.The fighting that the elders mentioned is not something that people of their level can participate in.

Chu Feng and Ah Qing waited for a while in front of the main hall, but no one came, so they simply went back to the Martial Great Hall, and played chess in the warm pavilion on one side.

"Ah Qing, the poor will leave after the war."

Chu Feng, who had returned to his true form and emerged from the dust in a dashing way, said something casually.

Ah Qing, who was originally indifferent, froze up, and the sunspot in his hand was crushed to pieces on the spot.The atmosphere in Nuan Pavilion became very strange. After a long time, Ah Qing raised his head with hope in his eyes.

"Master, can you take me away?"

After hearing this, Chu Feng tapped the table with his hand, making a rhythmic sound. After a while, he said, "Okay, but you have to finish preaching first."

Ah Qing's black eyes were as bright as stars, blooming with a strange brilliance. For her, it was good to have hope. After a while, she pushed the chessboard aside, found pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and spread it out.

"Master, stop playing chess and continue to teach me how to write. You don't want me, a sword master, to be found out that my handwriting is ugly when I'm preaching?"

Chu Feng smiled slightly, got up and walked behind Ah Qing, wrapped one hand around Ah Qing's slender waist, and held Ah Qing's small white hand with the other, and taught him hand in hand. In the past three months, such things have happened many times. I don't know why, Ah Qing, who has always been talented, is very blunt when it comes to recognizing and writing characters.

"Master, every time I passed by a private school when I was a child, I always wanted to go in and see what the children of officials and merchants were learning. Now I know how painful it is to know how to read and write."

Ah Qing lowered her head, writing and speaking in a soft voice, she was completely different from the cold sword master seen by outsiders.

"Aqing, don't use too much force, be steady, just like when you practice swordsmanship!"

Chu Feng was full of helplessness, God is so funny, let a person have outstanding talent in martial arts, but make her look like an idiot in another aspect.The written characters are either crooked, or the lines are thick and thin, which looks very weird.

"Master, my hands don't obey me again!"

Ah Qing walked between dragons and snakes, and wrote another extremely ugly character.

Chu Feng let go of Ah Qing's hand, and took a step back. At the beginning, if he had taught illiterate Ah Qing to read first, he would definitely not choose this apprentice, he was too stupid.

"Master, I have written the word "Yong"

Ah Qing said suddenly, with joy in her voice.

Hearing the words, Chu Feng leaned over and found that Ah Qing had really written a decent Yong character, so happy, he continued to teach Ah Qing how to write. When it was noon, Ah Qing wrote more than a dozen recognizable characters. It can be described as a breakthrough progress.

At this time, two delicate maidservants came in with the food. Seeing the scene in the room, they seemed to be accustomed to it. After arranging the food, they retreated.

Because of habit, Chu Feng said nothing and buried his head in eating.

Ah Qing had a small appetite, took a few bites, put down his chopsticks, and looked at Chu Feng quietly.

Suddenly, three powerful beings appeared on the square outside the main hall. Chu Feng felt it, and so did Ah Qing.

"Master, please come as soon as you go."

Ah Qing stood up and walked out. After walking a few steps, he turned back, picked up the silk scarf on the table, and gently wiped away the oil stains from the corners of Chu Feng's mouth.

"Master, look at you, your mouth is full of food, wait for me to come back"

Ah Qing put down the silk scarf, turned around and walked out, her beautiful face became as cold as ice, and a cold aura exuded from her whole body.

Chu Feng looked at the silk scarf on the table and smiled wryly. This good boy, he thinks of himself as an old man.

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Outside the Great Hall of Martial Arts, in the wind, Ah Qing stood with a sword in his hand, looking down at the three figures in the square with a cold expression.

"Who are you?"

There was a man standing in the middle, with a goose crown and a broad belt, a brocade robe wrapped around him, and five long white beards on his chest fluttering in the wind. He looked to be no less than a hundred years old. I heard him say with a smile: "I heard that a thousand-year-old man came out of Jiangnan. I met a martial arts prodigy, so I brought two friends to have a look."

The person standing on the left side had jet-black hair straight back into a bun. His handsome and ancient face was cast like bronze without any blemishes. His eagle eyes exuded a breathtaking coldness.

"To defeat Grand Master Tiandao Song Que at the weak age of 16, even Xiang Yutian did not do it back then."

(End of this chapter)