Changfeng held a folding fan in his hand, and wrapped his soft steel sword from his master in his waist. The master's coat was a little bigger, and at first glance it seemed a bit inconsistent. He walked the mountain road of Mianyue Mountain eight years ago, and has never come out since he entered Piaolan Valley. In order to prevent his unique skills from being lost, the master studied almost every day and had no time to understand where he lived. Everything was taken care of by his master. In the three years after his master's death, he was in seclusion almost every day. Today was the first time he came out. Now, he was lost.

Fortunately, he had already gotten used to this kind of life with the sky as the curtain and the earth as the seat in his early years, and he was not worried because he knew that he could go out sooner or later.

Now he is using his master's peerless soft sword to roast pheasants, and a priceless sword to roast chicken. I wonder if Yun Zhongke is crying or laughing in the underworld?

After eating, it is time to find a place to sleep. Let's continue to find a way tomorrow. I wiped the sword with a leaf a few times, returned to the sheath, held the sword and climbed up a big tree, and fell asleep along with the tree. The fire under the tree kept swaying in the mountain wind, and was blown away by the mountain wind in a short while.

In the haze, he was awakened by a sound of horses while sleeping. In less than a moment, there were a group of torches under the tree where he was sleeping, a group of big men in blue clothes and trousers, holding weapons and surrounding a man in black-clothed and masked.

"Boy, hand over the elixir." One of the big men pointed at the masked man's face.

"Big man, if you have the ability, you can get it yourself." The voice was crisp, and the masked man who answered was obviously a girl.

"Don't toast, don't eat, and punish the wine. If you don't hand it over again, today will be your death!" The man in the lead also heard the woman's voice, revealing his hideous face, and his vicious nature was revealed in the firelight.

"You group of big inner guards actually obeyed the treacherous minister Li Yuanchao and found someone to refine poison to murder the current emperor. Your master will not have a good end!" The masked woman in black said angrily.

"You dare to insult the current prime minister. I am impatient to live. Brothers, let's go together. She can't fly even if she has wings. I will grab the medicine for the prime minister." A group of people approached the masked woman under the instigation of the man.

"Don't come over, you can go further and I will swallow the medicine. Let's see how you go back and explain to Li Yuanchao!" The masked man suddenly took the medicine to his mouth and threatened.

"Don't move, retreat, that's what the prime minister must have. If she really lets her swallow it, we won't have a good life." The leader of the man immediately woke up.

"Okay, little girl, put the medicine first, we can discuss anything?" The leader had to soften his mind and persuaded him with kind words.

Changfeng, hiding on the tree, is not a person who knows nothing about the world. Every time his master goes out, he will tell him about the situation in the world. Five years ago, he knew that the most powerful person today is not the current emperor but a traitor named Li Chaoyuan. The person who was chased by this traitor should not be a bad person. Let's see if he can help her. Suddenly he felt a strong wind blowing over. Not good, someone is coming again!

Suddenly,

"Ji Lao Er, you can't do such a small thing, what's the use of the Prime Minister?" Push, the head man named Ji Lao Er had already had his head and his head sprinkled all over the floor, and the bright red blood seemed even more strange in the fire. The big men couldn't help but take a step back, and the masked man was also frightened by the scene. Her eyes were full of fear and despair.

Who is the white-faced man in front of her? She was so scared.

"Little girl, my knife has passed your throat. Your medicine hasn't reached your mouth yet?" The man in a light green and white face shouted loudly to the masked man.

"Take the medicine!" The white-faced man's eyes increased greatly, and he didn't know what magic he used.

The masked woman couldn't help but hand over the brocade box in her hand.

"Slowly, she promised you, uncle, I haven't agreed yet!" A loud shout woke up the confused masked woman and hurriedly retreated. Changfeng waved a folding fan and jumped off the tree.

"I thought that the sacred place was? It turned out that the saint-hand scholar Hua Wuqing was so powerful. No wonder he had such deep skills. Today's affairs have nothing to do with you. Looking back, the prime minister has a little gift to make up for it. Please don't let Brother Hua go to this muddy water." The white-faced man clasped his fists at Changfeng and said.

"I don't care about a piece of thin fireworks, and what Hua wants is the medicine." Changfeng saw that he mistakenly regarded him as the saint-hand scholar Hua Wuqing, so he simply admitted it. Anyway, he was not the one who took the blame, and the saint-hand scholar was a famous flower-picking thief more than ten years ago, so it was quite good for him to take the blame.

"I'm so stinky, don't give you a shameless face. If you care about the prime minister's affairs again, I will clean up with you today." The white-faced man drew his sword and slashed at Changfeng with one knife. Changfeng put away his joking mood, waved his folding fan and greeted him. He started a few moves of the white-faced man forced Changfeng around, and the white-faced man laughed:

"You're weak, you're soaking between the ladies' legs. I didn't expect that the famous saint-hand scholar would be just that, ha, ha, ha..."

"Is that so? I just warmed up just now, and now I'm here." In an instant, a shadow rushed towards the white-faced man. With a piercing blow, the white-faced man fell down with a bang: "Impossible, you are not a saint-hand scholar, who are you?" Unfortunately, only Changfeng can vaguely hear this sentence.

It turned out that at the beginning, Changfeng never fought with people with his life, and forgot about what he learned in a hurry. Fortunately, his instinct for light skills avoided the attack of the white-faced man. When his emotions stabilized, the white-faced man would not be the general of his one-piece. Is the white-faced man low in martial arts? It is definitely not!

Once the white-faced man died, no one dared to fight with him anymore. Everyone disappeared in a few seconds. After all, no one wanted to die.

Changfeng turned around and looked at the masked woman and found that she was pointing a dagger at her.

"Don't come over, you rapist, come over and I'll kill you." The masked woman said tremblingly. Who is the innocent woman who is the rapist and isn't afraid of seeing her?

"You don't have to be afraid. I am not the holy scholar in their mouths, I am just a down-and-out scholar." The speaker gathered the torches discarded by the great men, set up a fire, and squatted down next to the fire.

"Come to the fire, you are frozen there. The mountain wind here is very cold. And now we are the two of us, don't mask it, girl." Changfeng didn't look at the woman and calmly fiddled with the fire in front of him.

The masked woman reached out and slowly uncovered her veil, revealing the face of a peerless beauty, but her face turned pale. I guess she was scared just now.

"You are a beauty, how can you be a thief?" Changfeng looked back and smiled and turned the fire to make the fire burn more vigorously.

Suddenly, I heard a bull whistle, and saw the masked woman lying next to the fire as soon as she came over. Changfeng hurried over and took a look. She suddenly turned her face and touched her forehead. It was so hot. I guess she was too nervous just now. Now that people relaxed, the mountain wind blew and caught a cold. It was natural to suffer from the wind and cold.

When she touched her clothes again, she was already wet. What should I do? It's late at night and I don't know the way, but her current situation is that if she doesn't change the wet clothes and put on clean clothes, she will be in the bones and be in danger of losing her life. She has power to do things and can't take care of so much. It's important to save people.

Changfeng changed clothes for a woman for the first time. Women were different from men. They liked to wear tight clothes to show her curvy beauty. After a while, a hot body was slumped in his arms. Changfeng could feel the other person's body temperature through the clothes. The faint fragrance of the virgin came into his nose. Even Liu Xiahui was here, he might not be able to sit still without any hesitation, let alone a young man with strong spirit. Changfeng finally made his reason defeat Yu Wang, took off her wet clothes, leaving only underwear. He dared not take it off again. Being able to do this was the greatest limit of his determination. He found a clean robe from his bag and changed it to her, put her next to the fire, and covered her with one of his own tops.

The woman should be the girl who was breathing slowly and fell asleep. Only then did Changfeng feel sweaty, and the cold wind blew him and felt a little cool. He sat cross-legged beside the fire, steamed his clothes dry, and then picked up a lot of branches not far away. While adding them, he also fell asleep.

In the early morning, a bird cries woke up the sleeping two people. Changfeng opened his eyes and found that the girl opposite was still sleeping soundly. Only then did he realize that the girl he saved last night was actually quite beautiful. He couldn't help but stare at the other person's pretty face and looked at him infatuated.

In fact, the girl had already woken up and found that her coat had been taken off. The underwear inside was still intact and a man's robe was covered with. It seemed that she had been saved and it was difficult to get up. If she was together, wouldn't she have been saved by the man who saved her? She didn't know who saved her, so she didn't dare to move around and wait quietly for the middle-aged scholar sitting beside her to wake up.

"Girl, girl..." Changfeng finally came to his senses and shouted softly to the pretend girl.

"Ah! Where is this, where am I, who are you, why am I not wearing clothes?" she pretended to panic.

"This is where you came last night. Didn't you be hunted down? I saved you. As for why you didn't wear clothes, it was because your clothes were soaked last night. The wind was so harsh here. If you didn't change the wet clothes, you would catch a cold, so I..."

"I hope the girl won't be accustomed to her. She is eager to save people." Changfeng said humbly.

The girl didn't speak, and didn't know what she was thinking.

"Now the girl's clothes have dried, you can change them." Changfeng handed the dried clothes to the girl, turned around and said, "I, I will give you the wind."

The girl took her clothes and wanted to support her elbows. She stood up from the ground. She found that she was dizzy and she turned out to be weak. In the end, there was no way:

"Sir, Ping'er is weak all over. Can you help Ping'er?" As soon as she finished speaking, her face blushed like a ripe apple.

Changfeng, who had already turned around, heard this, a burst of blood surged up his head. When he turned around, he turned red. The woman named Ping'er was just wearing a mask and couldn't see it. In order to control her eyes, Changfeng took out a turban from his arms, covered her eyes, and groped and walked towards her.

When he touched the girl's fat-like skin, Changfeng's fingers couldn't help but feel electric shocked. He picked up the girl's clothes and touched her and put them on it. The girl's fragrance surged into his nostrils. Changfeng immediately became drunk and forgot to help the girl up.

"Sir, please help Ping'er up!" said the girl in a slightly shy voice.

"Oh." Changfeng raised the girl's arms and slowly helped the girl up from behind. Although he changed the wet clothes in time, the girl still caught a cold and was weak all over. Before he could stand firm, he leaned in Changfeng's arms. This feeling made Changfeng lose his soul more than the feeling of taking off his clothes she hugged last night. Changfeng immediately surged his blood and looked at the girl in a daze, without blinking. Zhen Ping'er saw it in her eyes. This shyness, and he almost sat down again with force. This struggle also woke Changfeng from the dream and moved his eyes away from Ping'er's face. Ping'er was leaning into Changfeng's arms again. The strong masculine aura drilled straight into her nostrils, her face became more rosy, and she fell in Changfeng's arms and could never get up again.

This moving scene lasted for about a moment. When Ping'er had tidy up her clothes, Changfeng helped the girl named Ping'er walk down the mountain step by step. But Ping'er really didn't have the strength to walk, so Changfeng had to carry her down the mountain in the end.

As noon approached, they finally staggered to a waterfall. The long wind shaking the girl who was already sleeping soundly on their backs, woke her up, intending to wash the dust on her face.

Changfeng found a clean stone, put Ping'er down, let her sit on the stone, picked up the kettle on her body, walked to the waterside, lay on the stone, and soaked her face completely in the water. Although he was just washing the mask, he could still feel the coldness of the water, which was very comfortable.

The girl sitting on the shore quietly looked at the middle-aged man who saved him. If he was younger and more handsome, he would have been over-seen by him, and it would be nice to marry him. Unfortunately, his age is enough for her father. "Oh, what's wrong with me? What's going on?" She murmured to herself, my fate is really bitter. I lost my innocence when I ran away from home for the first time. How should I face this person in the future? As I thought about it, I couldn't help but cry.

"Come on, wipe your face. You were chased by someone last night, and your face was covered in dust. Don't dislike my hand towel." Changfeng handed the squeezed hand towel to the girl who was talking to himself.

The girl raised her head, looked at Changfeng with slightly red eyes, took the towel and wiped it on her face. Changfeng noticed the tears at the corners of her eyes and asked quickly:

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

It would be better if you don’t ask. When you ask, the tears flowed like a flood that broke through the dam.

Now, Changfeng was stunned and didn't know how to comfort him. He could only wait until Ping'er was tired of crying and stopped before talking.

"Girl, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?" Changfeng was not sure what the girl was thinking.

"You have seen all of me. How can you get married in the future?" the girl twitched.

"This, this, I, I..." Changfeng couldn't speak. Although Yun Zhongke was unruly, the three religions and nine defenses still attached great importance to it.

After a sensation of loneliness, silence is never the solution.

"What are you going to let me do?" Changfeng finally squeezed out a sentence.

"It seems that if I either kill you, then no one will know. But I know that if I kill you with my martial arts, then I will only be with you in this life, as a slave or a servant, depending on what the teacher means." Na Ping'er said calmly, and soon after he said that, tears flowed down again.

"How can this work? How can I ask you to be a slave and a servant? Besides, the next person is free and there is no need for anyone to serve me." Changfeng rejected her on the spot.

"What, you've seen it all, but now you don't admit it. How can you meet people in the future if you want me a weak woman?" Zhen Ping'er cried loudly.

This is a difficult problem. Changfeng also thought that the two of them knew. If she didn't say it or not, it would be fine. Soon, both of them fell into deep thought.

"Otherwise I will marry you, you will not be single!" After a long time, the girl finally resisted her shyness and said this sentence.

"What? No, I don't want to get married yet!" Changfeng hurriedly refused.

"Do you think I am not beautiful enough and not worthy of you, or you already have a sweetheart?" Na Ping'er asked shyly.

"No, I haven't gotten married yet, and I don't have any sweethearts, but our age difference is too big." Changfeng thought that his age might be younger than the other party, and he was a little bit confident in his words.

"So what? If you hadn't ruined my innocence, I wouldn't want to marry you, but now even if you beg me, I wouldn't have married you." She also felt that what she said was unrealistic, so she changed her words.

"This way, I don't want you to marry me. You can stay by my side now and pretend to be my book boy." Changfeng had no choice but to take a step back and come up with this solution.

"Well, then okay, that's all for the time being." The girl held her mouth and thought for a while.

"Why is her temper so different from that of this morning?" Changfeng could not think of why there was such a big difference.

"Follower, in the morning, he was under the roof, so he had to bow his head. Now this is my nature. Find someone with great martial arts skills to be a bodyguard. You are so old that you are big enough to be my father. If you see it, it's nothing. This trick is the best skill for girls. At worst, just be your adoptive father in the future!" Thinking of this, Ping'er secretly laughed in her heart.

"By the way, I only know your name is Ping'er, but I don't know what your surname is?" Changfeng didn't notice the girl's strange smile and then asked.

"My name is Zhen Ping'er." Ping'er said her name very simply.

"A nice name, but unfortunately, I'm going to be a book boy now. From now on, I'll call you Ping'er." Changfeng shook his head and smiled at her. Ping'er pursed her lips and smiled. This person really has the pedantic spirit of a scholar!

"I am already your book boy, why are you still doing it?" Zhen Ping'er blamed Changfeng.

"You can move or not, do you want me to carry you?" Changfeng asked as she climbed down from the stone where she was sitting, shaking her body.

"I don't want it anymore. I've been resting for a long time, so let's go quickly." Zhen Ping'er replied. She was also afraid that the group of people would follow them. After saying that, she wanted to stand up from the stone. I don't know if it was God against her or if she was careless. She finally stood up for a while. Suddenly, her legs became weak and her whole body was pounced on Changfeng's arms. Suddenly, Zhen Ping'er was like a fried lobster, with her skin red from bottom to top. In order to revenge her attitude towards her savior, Changfeng hugged her tightly and fell into her arms. Zhen Ping'er didn't let go even if she died. Seeing this, Zhen Ping'er struggled for a few times and knew it was useless, so she simply hugged her in Changfeng's arms and kept her movements. Her hands were wrapped around his neck. Now Changfeng couldn't let go, so she had no choice but to follow her.

It shouldn't have been like this. He is so old, so how could he be so shy? Ping'er himself couldn't figure it out.

"Are you okay? If it really doesn't work, let me carry you." Changfeng said to the blushing Zhen Ping'er.

"No, hum!" Zhen Ping'er took a step forward in anger. Before she could step down, she leaned forward again. Changfeng's eyes were clear and his hands were almost pulling her from behind.
To be continued...