"You two have made great progress in martial arts recently." In the inn where they were resting, Dongfang Xiaoyue looked at Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling for a long time, and finally said with a smile.
Feng Zuojun looked down at the Confucian Sage who was not even as tall as his chest and scratched his head: "Sir, please don't talk to us in such a serious tone. It feels weird to see you like this."
"Weird." Dongfang Xiaoyue smiled, and with a flash of her body, she landed behind him.
Feng Zuojun was stunned and touched his waist, but found that his waist was empty and the long sword was no longer there.
"Xue Luo?" Dongfang Xiaoyue wielded a long sword that was as tall as herself, but she did not look clumsy at all, and her movements were light and graceful. "No wonder, since Mo Wen was willing to give this sword to you, he must have taught you sword skills as well?"
Feng Zuojun smiled and said, "The city lord didn't teach me how to use a sword, he just taught me how to use a sword. He said that in terms of swordsmanship, the great wind momentum of our Tian Xiaoyun Realm is already perfect, but I still lack something in terms of sword momentum."
"Mana." Dongfang Xiaoyue weighed the long sword in his hand. "Although Demon Castle cannot be considered a famous righteous family, Mo Wen's magnanimity is unparalleled in the world. Only people with such magnanimity can withstand the Demon Castle where nothing goes according to the rules. He can teach you swordsmanship and pass on his famous sword to you. This is your chance." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and swung his sword, attacking Xie Yuling.
Xie Yuling suddenly opened the Fusu fan, and heard a "ding" sound. The blade and the fan collided, and Xie Yuling stepped back three steps. Then he closed the fan and bowed slightly to Dongfang Xiaoyue: "Sir."
"Oh? Fusu Fan? Did you learn the martial arts from it?" Dongfang Xiaoyue threw the Snowfall Knife back to Feng Zuojun, then stepped forward, took the folding fan from Xie Yuling's hand, turned it over and read it, "It seems that your brother has dealt with your uncles."
Xie Yuling was stunned: "It sounds like Mr. Rusheng knows something."
Dongfang Xiaoyue smiled and said, "It is difficult to get a young man from a noble family who is slandered for practicing the magic sect's martial arts to be recognized by his own family again. But fortunately, the Xie family is weak, and your uncles are really cowards. Since they are cowards, they are naturally afraid of powerful people. I just gave your brother a little advice. Your brother chose the sword and left the fan to you. Do you know what this means?"
Xie Yuling looked at the Fusu fan, and after a long silence, he said: "The one who chooses the sword protects the family. The one who holds the fan manages the family."
Feng Zuojun understood and said happily: "Your brother is going to push you to be the head of the family."
Dongfang Xiaoyue waved the Fusu fan and said, "The martial arts on this fan are very good, but they are not suitable for everyone. Using a fan requires more romantic spirit than using a sword. You are too worried. Sometimes you should relax a little."
"That's right. Why are you frowning all the time?" Feng Zuojun patted Xie Yuling's shoulder.
"Your sword needs to be more stable." Dongfang Xiaoyue threw the folding fan back to Xie Yuling, "I am your master, but there is not much I can teach you."
The two hurriedly shook their heads and said, "If it weren't for Master's teachings last time, our martial arts would probably still be stagnant."
"The journey to Weilong Mountain is extremely dangerous. I will teach you a martial art that allows you to pretend to be dead." Dongfang Xiaoyue said with a smile.
"Ah?" Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling looked at each other. They could never keep up with Dongfang Xiaoyue's train of thought. Perhaps this was the difference between a Confucian sage and ordinary people.
"If you can't win, run away. If you can't run away, pretend to be dead. Your master has been wandering around the martial arts world for many years. There is a reason why he has become like this and is still alive." Dongfang Xiaoyue sat down cross-legged, "Listen carefully."
"Yes." Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling didn't dare to say anything more and responded quickly.
Three hours later, the door of the next room was finally opened, and Daojun walked out. His pale face finally had some color, and his Taoist robe fluttered in the wind. It seemed that he was no longer in danger.
Dongfang Xiaoyue opened her eyes, looked at Daojun, and after a moment of silence, she said, "Is this all we can do?"
Daojun nodded: "This is all we can do."
Dongfang Xiaoyue sighed softly: "Even you have become like this, it seems that our martial arts world is gone."
"Isn't it a good thing that our martial arts world is far away?" Daojun glanced at Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling who were sitting on the ground. "Besides, it's too early to say this now. When we return to Qingcheng Mountain, we can fix our two broken bodies. They will eventually come in handy one day. What's the old saying?"
"A rotten ship still has three thousand nails." Dongfang Xiaoyue continued.
"That's the reason. What kind of martial arts are they practicing?" asked Daojun.
"The Wheel of Power." Dongfang Xiaoyue said faintly.
"What?" Daojun was shocked. "How can you, a Confucian saint, teach your disciples this kind of martial arts?"
"I told them that if anyone finds out, they can say it was you who taught them." Dongfang Xiaoyue smiled cunningly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling opened their eyes at the same time. They both breathed heavily and looked at each other, seeing the fear in each other's eyes.
"What did you see?" they both asked at the same time.
"Everyone sees things differently." Daojun said coldly.
The two raised their heads and wiped the sweat from their foreheads.
"But it's not something that makes people happy." Mr. Rusheng helped the two people up. "Get up. You have already wasted some time. Let's go to Weilong Mountain quickly."
Feng Zuojun was still in shock. He took a long breath before saying, "Sir, you are too cruel. You won't even let us sleep here. Let's go, Xie Yuling, you guys go."
"Mo Chen, it's time to go." Daojun shouted into the house.
Mo Chen walked out of the room slowly. He had just used up a lot of his true energy to heal Daojun. His face was a little pale at the moment. He nodded and said, "Master, be careful on the road."
"Little Taoist friend, you'd better go back to the mountain. We may very well die on this trip. How old are you? Why are you rushing to die?" Feng Zuojun scratched Mo Chen's head.
"Don't underestimate Mo Chen." Daojun said with a smile, "He will inherit the position of Daojun in the future."
Feng Zuojun was stunned, grabbed Mo Chen's collar and lifted him up: "This little guy is going to be a Taoist master in the future?"
Mo Chen kicked Feng Zuojun in the chest and used the momentum to escape from Feng Zuojun's hand. He smiled slyly: "Big brother, you will pay the price for looking down on a child."
Feng Zuojun patted the dust off his chest and glanced at Xie Yuling: "What do you think?"
Xie Yuling replied without hesitation: "I think I am better than you."
"In that case, let's go." Feng Zuojun looked at Dongfang Xiaoyue, "When I see you next time, will you still look the same as you do now?"
Dongfang Xiaoyue kicked Feng Zuojun on the butt: "Get lost!"