Jiang Yisheng tried hard to recall, but still couldn't figure it out.
He bowed his head and suppressed his dissatisfaction, asking, "Uncle Master, please explain clearly!"
Song Tan paused as he was about to leave, turned his head to glance at Jiang Yisheng, and said with a smile:
"Didn't that old pervert tell you to protect his unborn child? Of course you have to keep an eye on that Xiang Fei."
Jiang Yisheng's expression froze.
Old pervert?
He disagreed a little, "Uncle Master, he is the king of a country after all. Isn't it... inappropriate to address him like that?"
Song Tan sneered, shook his head, and ignored Jiang Yisheng.
The leader's vision is really... unique.
Song Tan is of the same generation as the headmaster and others, but he never accepts disciples.
He looks down on the stupid ones, and he looks down on the untalented ones. He is satisfied with all of them, and he even thinks it is troublesome to educate them.
As someone who had never had a disciple, what he was best at was finding fault with other people's disciples. All the younger generations in the sect were despised by him.
Some people may even be despised to the point of doubting their lives.
When you do missions with him, apart from ensuring your own safety, you'll have to rely on yourself for the rest of the journey.
Song Tan left them behind and left first.
Mo Qin looked in the direction Song Tan left and thought about the look he had given her just now.
This uncle's eyes are too sharp.
How many eyes does he have?
When they returned to their residence, they found that Song Tan had not come back. They didn't know where Song Tan had gone, and Zhusheng did not follow them into the palace.
Mo Qin slept soundly without being disturbed by anyone.
I have to say that after Song Tan came, everyone became much more restrained, except Jiang Yisheng.
It seemed that the grievance he suffered yesterday finally reminded Jiang Yisheng to work hard and strive for progress. As soon as the sun rose, he got up and started practicing sword.
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"What are you doing so early in the morning? You're disturbing my sweet sleep!"
Feng Jun pushed open the door and leaned against it, his face looking a little grim.
In order not to attract too much attention from that bastard Song Tan, Feng Jun didn't even get to eat the rations he had been longing for. He was in a very bad mood and wanted to find someone to vent his anger on.
Jiang Yisheng performed two neat sword moves, his forehead sticking to his sweat-soaked hair. He calmed his rapid breathing and said reluctantly:
"Please forgive me, Master Feng. I am used to getting up early to practice swordsmanship in the sect on weekdays."
The morning sets the tone for the day. What’s wrong with getting up early to practice?
Feng Jun mocked without hesitation:
"Tsk, with your mediocre skills, it's useless to practice more."
Jiang Yisheng is the master's direct disciple. Even if he is not a master, he is definitely far from being weak.
How could he hear this?
Being disliked by the uncle-master is one thing, but Feng Jun, an outsider with unknown identity, actually dares to speak so braggingly here?
Jiang Yisheng's eyes became fierce, and he raised the hand holding the hilt of the sword, ready to attack.
"In that case, I will ask Master Feng for some advice!"
He has been practicing since he was young and his talent is one of the best. Naturally, he doesn't think Feng Jun will be his opponent.
Feng Jun raised his eyebrows and rushed forward with bare hands.
He had wanted to beat Jiang Yisheng up for a long time, and Jiang Yisheng actually came to him eagerly. He couldn't bear to miss this good opportunity.
Jiang Yisheng frowned, "You don't use weapons?"
Feng Jun attacked directly, and Jiang Yisheng barely avoided the attack. He was horrified and dared not underestimate Feng Jun again.
Feng Jun smiled at him and said, "To use weapons against you, does that make me look like a bully?"
Now he has recovered about 70% to 80%. Not to mention one Jiang Yisheng, even ten of them can be easily dealt with.
“…”
Jiang Yisheng soon discovered that he was no match for Feng Jun.
Feng Jun's moves were disorganized, but each one was ruthless and hit the vital points directly, but he did not intend to kill Jiang Yisheng. He was just playing with him, like a cat playing with a mouse.
Jiang Yisheng was beaten so badly that all the gentle and upright aura in him was gone. He was just like a stray dog.
What made him even more upset was that Mo Qin had opened the window at some point and was watching the fun.
Jiang Yisheng stopped immediately and angrily questioned Feng Jun:
"May I ask who is Mr. Feng's master?"
He had seen many martial arts techniques from various sects, but had never seen anything like this. Where on earth did Feng Jun get this unconventional method from?
Feng Jun's tone was asking for a beating, "I taught myself."
If she wasn't afraid that he would become proud, Mo Qin would have wanted to applaud him.
He knows how to show off.
At this time, Song Tan suddenly appeared on the roof.
"Huh? So lively so early in the morning? Are they sparring? Why don't you take me with you?"
Although he said so, his gaze fell directly on Feng Jun, and his purpose was very clear.
Feng Jun spread his hands and said, "It's not a competition at all. He's clearly venting his anger on me. It's bad luck this morning."
Jiang Yisheng's face darkened, "Stop confusing right and wrong! Master Feng, you were the first to speak rudely. I came to you for advice, but you fooled me!"
Jiang Yisheng was almost furious because he was not as skilled as others and was also being treated sarcasticly.
Why did they want Feng Jun to go with them in the first place?
Jiang Yisheng doesn't remember.
Song Tan nodded, landed gracefully, and said hypocritically:
"Alas, Jiang Yisheng is my nephew after all. If he gets bullied, wouldn't it make me, as an elder, seem derelict in my duty?"
The corners of Jiang Yisheng's mouth twitched.
dereliction of duty?
I didn't see how Song Tan was competent before.
Mo Qin leaned her elbows on the edge of the bed, watching the fun with great interest, with no intention of helping to resolve the situation.
His intention to vent his anger for his nephew was fake, his real intention was to test Feng Jun.
Feng Jun certainly knew what Song Tan meant. He turned to look at Mo Qin and acted pitifully to her.
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