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As soon as he finished speaking, one of the disciples entered from a side door and headed straight for the mountain where Song Ming was.
The other person stood in front of the gate, staring at the young man with a leisurely look and a smile on his face. Is this person really the younger uncle of Master Song? Master Song was accepted as the closed disciple by the sect master because of his outstanding talent. He has an extraordinary status in the Tianyang Sect. If this person is really the younger uncle of Master Song, then weren't they offended just now
The young disciple was thinking there, wiping the sweat off his face, and thought to himself that since the two of them had just joined forces and were unable to make him take action, he must be very strong. And now he was waiting here with a leisurely look on his face, it was obvious that he must be an elder of Uncle Martial Master Song.
“Senior Feng, where are you from?” Unconsciously, the disciple in his twenties began to address Feng Jiu with a respectful title.
Feng Jiu smiled and said, "Of course I came from home." She looked at the disciple and asked, "How is Song Ming here?"
"Uncle Song was accepted as the last disciple by the sect master because of his outstanding talent. He is a very famous figure in our sect." The young disciple said, with admiration in his words: "Uncle Song won the first place in the sect competition not long ago, becoming the number one among the younger generation of our Tianyang Xianzong."
Hearing this, Feng Jiu nodded. Yes, Song Ming and the others all had good talents, and she had trained them for so long. Now that they were in their early twenties, they had the current strength. Since they were in the sect, they naturally had an extraordinary status.
At this time, in the sect
Song Ming was cultivating in his cave. When he heard the report from the disciples outside, he was stunned for a moment, with a strange look on his face: "My uncle? Did you hear it right?"
The disciple outside hurriedly said, “Uncle Song, I heard it correctly. He said his name is Fengjiu, and he is your uncle.”
Hearing this, Song Ming was stunned for a moment, then stood up and walked out of the cave, looking at the disciple and asked, "What does that person look like? Describe her." Could it be Fengjiu? Why would she come to see him? Could it be someone pretending to be her? But who could know that he was related to Fengjiu
The disciple thought for a moment and said, "The man is dressed in green and looks to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. He is three times more beautiful than a woman."
Hearing this, he couldn't help but smile and asked, "Where is the person?"
"Still outside the sect..." Before he finished speaking, he saw his uncle Song rushing out like a rocket and disappeared in an instant. He was stunned and quickly followed him.
Outside the sect, the disciple told Fengjiu a lot of things under her questioning. At this moment, a figure walked out from the side door and looked at her.
"It's really you?" Song Ming was a little surprised, but also a little happy. He strode to her and asked, "Why did you come to see me? Is there something wrong?"
"Uncle Song." Upon seeing this, the disciple quickly bowed.
"Well, you guys leave first!" Song Ming said, motioning the two to go back first.
"Yes." After the two of them bowed, they went in first.
"I must have something to ask you, but I don't know if you can help me with it." Fengjiu smiled and said to Song Ming, who had become more majestic after not seeing him for a long time.