Chapter 145: Wulin Misleading Story 15
"Ah..." Jiang Manman was stunned by Feng Wu's description of the tragic scene, and tears streamed down her face. After all, she was a young girl in her twenties. Feng Wu had also used his spiritual power to suppress her when he said this. Jiang Manman, who was now crying with tears and snot streaming down her face, was truly moved.
Feng Wu tutted his tongue inwardly and said to the system, "It seems that crying with genuine emotion really does make both tears and snot fly!"
The people who were speechless after Feng Wu's words just surrounded the group pet, scratching their heads and not knowing what to do.
Feng Wu kindly reminded, "Junior Sister, I'm afraid she's moved by the consideration of me, your senior sister. You'd better not take her down the mountain this time. She's so scared that her legs are weak. Although she's a little disabled, she's still a piece of dry wood that can be used for a fire. Let her contribute her remaining energy to the sect. How can you expect a piece of dry wood to help her with fighting and killing?"
Waste·Jiang Manman·Chai: "...Um...Wuwu ...
Everyone glared at him: "..." No fuck said!
Feng Wu laughed dryly twice, pretending to be weak and supporting her chin with one hand. She smiled brightly at Jiang Manman, whose makeup was smudged by tears. "Junior sister, look at your senior sister's mouth. I love to tell the truth. Don't be sad. My words are not harsh. I am doing this for your own good. You won't misunderstand my good intentions like Master and others! After all, how could a poor little unpopular girl like me have any bad intentions!"
After three rounds of conversation, Feng Wu finished his training, stood up, and said with a kind smile to all his fellow disciples, "Today we will practice swinging the sword 10,000 times. Everyone present, please gather at the martial arts arena in half an hour. Oh, little sister, you don't have to follow us, a bunch of rough guys, to practice swordsmanship."
As if he had thought of something, Feng Wu, determined to get to the bottom of things, spoke with a cruel tenderness, "I forgot to ask, Junior Sister, what sword techniques have you learned in the past five years?"
Jiang Manman, who had rarely even touched a sword in the past five years, bit her plump and red lips, her round almond eyes filled with moisture, her eyelashes blinked lightly, and a string of crystal tears fell from time to time.
The girl's pitiful and touching appearance made the eyes of the disciples surrounding her red, and a ball of heat in their hearts inexplicably rose to the top of their heads.
Junior brother Ding Feiyuan couldn't bear to see his junior sister crying. He used to be the youngest disciple in the inner sect, and everyone would subconsciously take care of him. He grew up with the eldest sister. At that time, the master was almost focused on practicing martial arts, and didn't pay much attention to them all day long. It was the eldest sister who took good care of these half-grown children.
Occasionally, they would be naughty and punished by the master, and the senior sister would bear the brunt of the responsibility. At that time, they were hated by everyone, and the senior sister had been beaten with a cane countless times because of them, but the senior sister never said anything and always cared for them as always.
Why did the eldest sister act as if she wanted to eat the little junior sister when she was here? Was she still the eldest sister who cared for the younger junior sisters? Shouldn't she stand behind them unconditionally and satisfy their every need?
I could do it when I was a kid, why can’t I do it now?
Master often told them that people's hearts are easily changed. Was this really the case? Before they knew it, the eldest sister had already changed beyond recognition.
Ding Feiyuan glared at the senior sister with deep sorrow, feeling sad and heartbroken. "Senior sister, why have you become like this? I almost don't recognize you anymore. Are you still the senior sister Yu Feifeng of the Kuanglang Sword Sect who always defends our master and disciples?"
Feng Wu: "..." Where did this deep well ice come from? Damn it, he must have watched too many brain-dead movies!
She quickly searched her memory and suddenly realized who she thought it was. It turned out to be her original body's treacherous junior brother Ding Feiyuan!
The idiot who can say such things is really sick!
Feng Wu raised his eyelids and casually glanced at the young man standing upright. His original body had taken good care of him in the past, but he forgot to nourish his brain on a daily basis.
"Ding Feiyuan, is this how you talk to the senior sister who raised you? If I had known then that you would look at me this way today, why would I have taken such good care of you? Ha! The brotherly love we once had is now worthless in the eyes of Jiang Manman's tears. How sad, how lamentable!
Her eyes fixed on the two daggers at Ding Feiyuan's waist, Feng Wu said coldly, "Since there is no affection between you and me anymore, those two daggers at your waist were given to you on your birthday. Why don't you return them now, and that will be the end of our relationship as brother and sister."
Ding Feiyuan subconsciously took a big step back, pressing his hands on his waist, and for a moment he didn't know how to start.
If these two daggers were ordinary, he would not be attached to them, but they were made by Wu Yuzi, a famous swordsmith in the martial arts world. Although they could not be compared with the magical weapons handed down from ancient times, how many people in the martial arts world today could have magical weapons in their hands?
Every year when he went down the mountain to train and exchange ideas with disciples from other sects, he would often receive a lot of envious and jealous looks, not because of his martial arts, but because of the two short swords at his waist.
How could he bear to return it?
Thinking of this, Ding Feiyuan's face showed a soft expression at the right time. In the past, his senior sister hated to see him like this the most. Now he wanted to use the same trick again, but he didn't know that anyone who would fall for his trick would have died long ago.
Feng Wu remained unmoved. He jumped up, drew out the rusty broad-backed heavy sword from the scabbard, and in an instant, stabbed towards Ding Feiyuan's face.
Feng Wu's slow movement gave him time to draw out his dagger for self-defense. The tip of the sword was less than three inches away from Ding Feiyuan's brow, but the double swords in Ding Feiyuan's hands held the blades tightly, preventing them from moving forward.
Feng Wu raised an eyebrow and smiled, "I didn't expect that in the past six years, Junior Brother's sword moves have become more and more fierce and powerful. I am now often unable to defeat him."
Feng Wu gently pressed down the blade of the heavy sword, and Ding Feiyuan felt an excruciating pain in the knuckles where he was holding the two swords, as if the wound was torn apart. The sweat beads sliding out of his scalp, along with the sweat beads on his forehead, rolled bigger and bigger, and finally slowly slid into Yuebai's collar.
Ding Feiyuan was so shocked that he could hardly express his feelings. He didn't expect that his senior sister could see such a powerful sword in such a light manner. He barely controlled his legs and didn't tremble in front of his junior sister to save his face. Feng Wu had already withdrawn his attack.
Suddenly, Feng Wu turned his wrist, and the originally upright sword blade changed to a horizontal chopping posture. Not only was Ding Feiyuan's knuckles torn, but even the wrist that was holding the knife steadily was shaken by the seemingly gentle blow just now, causing his entire arm to feel numb.
Feng Wu supported himself with his heels, quickly pulled himself back, and sat back steadily in his armchair. The sword that had been so imposing before was now lying obediently in its scabbard.
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