The poisonous concubine allures the city, the ghost king loves the sky

Chapter 17 The sword is unsheathed
Feng Wuxie shook his head with a smile, and said to Dongxiang, "You can still be saved."

Dongxiang laughed twice, then, as if thinking of something, she raised her face and looked at Feng Wuxie: "Miss, do you think there is some bad water in the front yard? Why haven't they come these days?" Trouble us?"

The front yard she was referring to naturally referred to Mrs. Xu and Feng Zhirou.

In the past, they always came here to make trouble if they had nothing to do, but the quietness these few days made Dongxiang panic.

Feng Wuxie rested her cheeks in her hand, with a faint smile on her face, she looked through the window to the yard ahead, and thoughtfully said: "Perhaps, they are entangled with something and cannot get rid of it."

Dongxiang nodded ignorantly, and seeing Feng Wuxie's mysterious face, she always felt that something was about to happen, and she was very flustered.

"Let's go, get the medicine box." Feng Wuxie put the herbs away, clapped his hands and walked out the door.

"Ah? Where are you going?" Dongxiang was still immersed in her own worries, and she didn't recover at all.

Feng Wuxie frowned, and her delicate face was stained with a hint of resentment: "Of course I went to get acupuncture for my third uncle."

After speaking, he shook his head and left.

This girl's temper is still a bit rough.

"Oh." Dongxiang hurriedly responded, picked up the medicine box on the table and quickly followed out.

In the room, Feng Qingyun was sitting in a wheelchair, his previously pale face was now blood-colored, and his dejected eyes were full of spirit.

He pressed his legs fiercely with both hands, a look of pain first appeared on his face, and then he became happy.

There is pain. My leg, which has been numb for nearly ten years, now has pain.

Could it be that it was really God's pity that Feng Qingyun could stand up again one day and go to the battlefield to kill the enemy.

Gold and iron horse, smiling proudly for nine days, how chic and carefree it is!
Because of the excitement, his body trembled slightly, and his fists were clenched tightly.

The hot blood in my heart is boiling and burning.

Suddenly, Feng Qingyun's eyes suddenly looked at the long sword hanging on the wall, his resolute face showed a rare majesty, his eyes were sharp like an eagle soaring in the clouds.

Turn the wheelchair towards the wall and take down the long sword hanging on the wall.

The sword was unsheathed, and the light was cold.

Reflecting Feng Qingyun's sharp eyes, there is an indescribable majesty.

Although his internal energy has almost disappeared over the years, his moves are still there. Every move and every move seems ordinary, but there are hidden secrets.

When Feng Wuxie walked to Feng Qingyun's door, he heard the sound of sword energy piercing the air. While he was surprised, he saw Feng Qingyun dancing with his sword in a wheelchair.

Wherever the sword light went, there was a strong gust of wind.

Feng Wuxie seemed to see that little general galloping on the battlefield ten years ago.

Dongxiang who followed behind was still thinking about why the eldest lady didn't go in after reaching the door, and when she poked her head out and saw the scene inside the house, she couldn't help but yelled out.

Her sound pulled back Feng Qingyun who was immersed in the sword dance.

He turned his head, only to see Feng Wuxie standing at the door, looking at him with a smile from the corner of his eyes: "Third Uncle, good swordsmanship."

For heroes, it was hard not to admire Feng Wuxie.

After the movement just now, Feng Qingyun's face was covered with fine sweat, and when he heard Feng Wuxie's praise, his face turned a little red, he waved his hands and said: "No, it's not as good as before, this is not the same. By the time it's time for a cup of tea, I'm sweating profusely."

As he spoke, he reluctantly put away the long sword and hung it on the wall again.

(End of this chapter)