My son A Fei has the appearance of a sword master

More than 400 kilometers east of the Tianshan Mountains, it is completely different from the desolate and arid overall environment of the Western Regions. The sky here is like a dome, covering the surrounding fields, with green grass and abundant water.

The verdant grassland undulates with the terrain, and herds of cattle and sheep wander among it, forming a beautiful picture.

This place is where Barkol County is located in Hamiwei. It borders the Mongolian prairie and is a typical alpine area. The surrounding mountain tops are like the Tianshan Mountains, covered with snow all year round.

The melted snow flows down the mountain and gathers into the plateau lake Barkol Lake, which then turns into a total of forty-six large and small rivers, nourishing the land within tens of thousands of square kilometers.

Barkol Lake is surrounded by undulating mountains, lush water plants, rippling blue waves, and mist-filled lake, giving it a unique spectacle of "a mysterious mirage covering the mountains."

The natural resources here are extremely rich, including abundant coal, Glauber's salt, oil and other strategic resources. In addition, it borders the Mongolian grassland, which makes it a strategic location.

When Zhu Youtang was developing the Western Region, he naturally would not let this place go. Therefore, Barkol City was the capital of the Western Region and one of the first areas to be baptized by modern industry.

There are modern houses everywhere in the city. High-quality water resources, wind energy resources, and light energy resources make the water supply and power supply system here very complete.

The relatively flat terrain greatly reduces the difficulty of road construction, so roads extend in all directions. The Zhuji Chamber of Commerce also brought Yuelai Inn and Zhuji Department Store here.

At noon, a handsome young man wearing beige casual clothes and holding a long sword walked towards Yuelai Inn.

As soon as he entered the door, he was stopped by two men in black.

"Today, Yuelai Inn has been booked by us. Sir, please find another place."

Although the man in black looked expressionless, his words were quite polite.

The young man looked at the two of them, with a strange look in his eyes.

The two men were wearing black shirts, black trousers, and black leather shoes, and each wore a pair of large sunglasses on their faces, covering half of their faces. They almost had the word "bad guy" written on their foreheads.

Although Daming's security profession is mostly dressed in shirts and trousers, he will also wear a pair of sunglasses when the light is too strong in summer.

But at least they wear "black and white", that is, white shirts with black pants, and only in autumn and winter will they add a black jacket.

This has its own connotation, which means that they belong to the neutral camp, neither black nor white, black and white, black among white, and white among black.

They will not attack others because of black and white. They can make friends with you no matter you are black or white.

But once you want to hurt their boss, no matter whether you are black or white, you are their enemy.

Few people wear black shirts and black pants, unless they are professional assassins.

But even a professional assassin would only dress like this when in action, not normally.

The young man finally couldn't hold it back and asked, "Don't you think it's too ostentatious for you to dress like this?"

The two men in black were startled when they heard this. They looked at each other inexplicably. Then they looked at the young man and asked, "Who are you? How do we dress and what does it have to do with you?"

The young man said calmly: "Liefeng Changming, come and meet with Master Dugu, and go and communicate."

The young man was Shen Feng who came from Taiyuan. However, only the leader of the Demon Cult, Dugu Can, and a few senior officials knew about his existence. These two gatekeepers were obviously not qualified to know.

The two men in black looked at each other intently. They were traveling in the name of a caravan, and outsiders did not know their identities.

Since Shen Feng could call the leader of Dugu by name, he was naturally the one who knew the inside story, and the two men's attitude towards him suddenly became a little better.

"In that case, please wait a moment, I'll pass the message right away."

One of the men in black walked to the front desk of the inn, picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hey?"

A deep voice soon sounded from the receiver, and the man in black said: "A young man named Feng Changming came to the door. He said he came to meet the leader."

"Hold on."

The receiver went silent, and no sound could be heard anymore. It was obviously the person on the other end who answered the phone, holding the receiver with his hand.

A few seconds later, the voice sounded again: "Bring him to the leader's room and be polite."

"clear."

The man in black hung up the phone, returned to the door, bowed slightly and said respectfully: "Master Feng, if the leader invites you, please come with me."

Shen Feng nodded lightly, followed the man in black into the inn, took the elevator to the sixth floor, and stopped at the door of the luxury business suite No. 601.

At this time, the door of the room was wide open. A big man from Kanto, wearing a black tight-fitting vest with his arms and shoulders exposed, was standing by the door looking at Shen Feng who was walking towards him.

This man had dark skin and was tall, over 1.9 meters tall. His body was all muscled, and his exposed arms were almost as thick as Shen Feng's thighs.

Only a tuft of hair remained on the back of his head, and the rest of the hair was shaved off. The tuft of hair was braided into a very thin braid, which is the so-called "money rat tail."

Obviously, this person is not a Han, but a Jurchen.

The man in black who led the way said to the big Jurchen man: "Defender on your right, Mr. Feng is here."

"Well, you go ahead." The right protector dismissed the man in black casually, then looked at Shen Feng, spread out his big hand like a cattail leaf, stretched it towards the door and said: "Master Feng, please."

Shen Feng nodded to him, and then stepped straight into the room, followed closely by the right guardian. After closing the door, he stood at the door with his arms folded across his chest.

Sitting on the single sofa in the back of the living room was an old man with gray hair and wearing a blue suit.

Behind the back of the sofa where the old man was sitting, stood a middle-aged man wearing a black Tianxin suit with eyes as sharp as knives.

The old man was Dugu Can, the leader of the Demon Cult. When he saw Shen Feng entering the door, he said with a smile: "Master Feng has traveled thousands of miles to come here to help me. I am very grateful. Please sit down."

Shen Feng was not polite and sat down on the single sofa opposite Dugu Can and placed the long sword on the coffee table.

Then he leaned back, leaned his back on the back of the sofa, and said lazily: "You don't have to be grateful to me. I'm just here for Xian'er's sake, and it has nothing to do with you."

The middle-aged man standing behind Dugu Can couldn't help but change his face slightly when he saw that Shen Feng had no respect for the leader, and there was anger in his eyes.

The right guardian standing at the door also narrowed his bell-like eyes.

Dugu Can didn't look worried, he personally picked up the teapot on the coffee table, poured a cup of tea for Shen Feng, and said without changing his expression: "Having said that, Mr. Feng is here to help the old man after all. How can the old man not do it?" A ungrateful person.”

"I have always regarded Xian'er as my own. I am deeply pleased that she can be with a young talent like Mr. Feng. I also hope that Mr. Feng can treat her well."

As he spoke, he opened his left hand and the teacup actually hung in the air. Then he gently waved it with the back of his hand, and the teacup immediately floated towards Shen Feng.

The tea cup flew lightly over a distance of nearly two meters and landed in front of Shen Feng without making any sound. Not even a drop of tea in the cup spilled.

"Master Feng, please have some tea."

The lazy look on Shen Feng's face finally dissipated a bit and he became serious.

Dugu Can's hand not only reflects the innate realm of skills, but also shows the subtle control of the true energy.

Are you showing off your power?

Ah.

Shen Feng picked up the teacup as if nothing had happened and said calmly: "You can rest assured that Xian'er is the person I recognize in this life, and I will do everything I can to be good to her."

After speaking, he picked up the tea cup and sniffed it, his face became more relaxed, then he took another sip, letting the tea roll in his mouth, and finally drank the tea in one gulp. "Good tea. I never thought that in this place in the Western Regions, I could drink such authentic Wuyi Mountain Oolong tea. This should be produced by Lin Ji, right?"

Dugu Can said with great interest: "Not bad at all. I didn't expect Mr. Feng to know how to taste tea at such a young age."

Making tea and tasting tea can remove impatience and make people become warm, steady, fine and quiet.

People who love making tea and tasting tea are like the faint fragrance of tea, which is tranquil but meaningful, solid and profound.

They do not take joy in things or feel sad about themselves. They are courageous and determined, and they also know how to enjoy life.

Usually middle-aged and elderly people with rich experience and vicissitudes of life can calm down to make tea and taste it, but young people rarely have this patience. Shen Feng really impressed Dugu Can.

Shen Fengyun said calmly: "I know a little bit."

After saying that, he put down the tea cup, pointed his left hand together like a sword, and pointed it gently in the direction of the teapot.

A stream of tea immediately gushes out from the spout, draws a standard parabola in the air, and falls accurately into the cup.

The water flowed into the cup without a single splash.

When the last drop of tea fell into the cup, the cup was exactly seven percent full, exactly the same as what Dugu Can had just poured. The water level was neither higher nor lower.

The middle-aged man and the right protector were dumbfounded by this move, and they were secretly horrified. They couldn't even understand this method.

Dugu Can was also shocked. He couldn't yet tell how Shen Feng's skills compared with his, but he was sure that the other party was at the same level as him.

However, in terms of control over his true energy, Shen Feng was even slightly better than him.

Such a young innate master simply amazed him.

He couldn't help but sigh: "Young Master Feng is so skilled, but compared to you, these more than seventy years of old age are just a waste of time."

Shen Feng drank the cup of tea again, and then said: "The leader is too modest. To be honest, before I met the leader, I didn't think highly of the Demon Cult, and I didn't want to have anything to do with you. If not, For Xian'er, I won't make this trip at all."

"But after meeting the leader, I became somewhat interested in the Demon Cult. The cultivation I have now is due to the accumulation of more than ten generations of teachers, but the leader has achieved this level by himself. ."

A delighted smile appeared on Dugu Can's face, and he asked, "Who is your sect before I ask?"

Shen Feng shook his head and said: "I'm sorry, I can't tell you the origin of our master yet. I can only tell the leader that Brother Fei and I are from overseas."

Dugu Can's heart moved, and he naturally knew that throughout the ages, many masters who had reached the end of their cultivation and could not find a way forward took boats to go to sea to search for immortals.

Could it be that Feng Changming and Yun Feiyang are the descendants of these peerless masters?

To be able to cultivate such innate masters who are not even close to the top, the masters behind them must also be otherworldly.

In fact, Dugucan himself is also a person who doesn't know what to do next and has reached the end of his cultivation.

Among the techniques mastered by the Demon Sect, the highest one can reach the innate realm and absorb the natural energy of the universe. The Demon Sect does not exist.

In other words, after they broke through the innate realm, they could only continue to accumulate skills, but they could not go any further and let the true energy transform and slowly evolve towards true energy and even spiritual power.

Although he didn't get an answer, Dugu Can thought it was no longer important. He asked casually: "Speaking of which, I don't seem to have heard any news from Mr. Yun these days. I wonder what he is busy with?"

Shen Feng said helplessly: "Half a year ago, he didn't know where he met a disciple whose qualifications and bones were extremely suitable for passing on his unique skills, so he has been busy teaching his disciples in the past six months."

Dugu Can suddenly said: "So that's it. Indeed, famous teachers are hard to find, and good disciples are hard to come by. Once you meet one, you must cherish it even more."

Shen Feng suddenly asked curiously: "As far as I know, although Bai Tianyu is known as the 'Invincible Divine Sword', he shouldn't have reached the innate realm yet, right?"

"If you know that nature and nurture are as different as clouds and mud, how could he have the courage to challenge the leader?"

Hearing his question, the middle-aged man behind Dugu Can couldn't help but sneered: "There are many people in this world who are blindly confident and even arrogant. They don't know how good the world is."

Dugu Can shook his head and said slowly: "Guardian Zuo, don't underestimate Bai Tianyu. Although this person's cultivation is not innate, he has already understood his own sword intention."

"Therefore, the power of his sword skills is extremely terrifying, capable of exerting a power that can threaten innate masters."

He said sternly to Shen Feng: "To be honest, I am not sure of winning against Bai Baiyu, so I asked Mr. Feng to come to help through Xian'er."

"I'm not asking Mr. Feng to help me deal with Bai Tianyu. The two of us are openly engaging in a fight. It's a fair duel. It's impossible to cheat on others."

"I just hope that if I accidentally lose, Mr. Feng can protect the elite of our sect to prevent Shen Knife Hall from taking the opportunity to launch an attack."

"Intention" is a kind of existence that is more mysterious than the realm of cultivation. Once understood, one's combat power can increase exponentially, and one can fight across levels.

Its role is not only reflected in combat effectiveness, but its impact is far-reaching.

In a sense, "meaning" is equivalent to "Tao". When you understand your own meaning, you have walked out of your own way.

This has unparalleled benefits for the cultivation of people after innate life. It is equivalent to achieving enlightenment before becoming an immortal.

After understanding the meaning, there will be no bottlenecks in the long journey of practice, and the practice will be vigorous and diligent without any obstacles.

If you don't understand the meaning, although it will not delay the improvement of your cultivation level, you will eventually be stopped after reaching that level.

If you cannot understand the meaning, you will not be able to "obtain the Tao" and will always be blocked from the door of the immortal way.

But for those who have already understood, the door has already been opened for them, so they can just step in.

Take Li Tianxin as an example. Although he has mastered many kinds of unique skills, the meaning he understands is always "to do justice in the name of killing."

Therefore, no matter what special skills he displays or what weapons he uses, he will always be filled with murderous aura and murderous intent.

But it is also "killing to enter the Tao", but Li Tianxin's killing is completely different from those ruthless ways of killing that are ruthless, ruthless, compassionate, loving, relatives and friends, and even heaven and earth.

This is a way of killing with emotion.

Killing is to protect life, killing karma is not killing people.

Kill the evil in the world and protect the good in the world.

This is Li Tianxin's intention and his way.

Jing Wuming, known as the "replica of Li Tianxin", followed the same path.

It was also after he understood the meaning of this sword that he successfully understood the fifteen deadly swords.

After listening to Dugu Can's words, Shen Feng frowned and said: "In a martial arts duel, momentum and confidence are also important factors. The leader has lost his determination to win before the battle begins. Is this duel still necessary?"

Dugu Can said seriously: "It's not that Lao Chan has no confidence, but as the leader of a big force, he must consider defeat before winning. This is his responsibility to the brothers who follow Lao Chan."

"Although Bai Tianyu's sword intention is strong, Lao Chen's seventy years of martial arts training are not in vain. How can he be afraid of a junior like him?"

Shen Feng's brows relaxed and he nodded: "It makes sense. If that's the case, let's take this opportunity to destroy the Divine Sword Hall once and for all and completely unify the Guandong Wulin."

Dugu Can's heart moved, and a cheerful smile appeared on his face. Lin Xian'er's move could be said to be the best move he had made since he became the leader of the Demon Cult.

The guardians on the left and right were also enlightened. If Shen Feng took advantage of the leader's duel with Bai Tianyu to attack the people of Shen Sword Hall and Wanma Hall, it would definitely affect Bai Tianyu.

In this way, wouldn't the leader, who already has a higher winning rate, be even more foolproof?

Seeing the smiles on the faces of Dugu Can and others, Shen Feng also laughed. (End of chapter)