Ye Feng had always considered the old guy his master.
But Ye Feng also knew that the old guy never allowed him to call him "Master," saying those three old sheets of paper were the paynt for his buns, and nobody owed anybody anything.
Why did he take him on a special trip to that little mountain village in the Northwest?
Why did he also leave him a life-saving item?
"Because Nannan wanted a little martial uncle."
Obviously, Long Nannan wasn’t planning on telling the truth.
In fact, the little girl knew the reason. All six pages were found by her grandfather in ruins, one after another, but who exactly the legacy belonged to, even he was not clear.
The only reason he gave the first three pages to Ye Feng back then was because he had just escaped from the ruins without anything else valuable on him.
Important things, of course, couldn’t be given away, and unimportant ones had already been destroyed in the ruins.
Thus, there were only those three old sheets of paper left, which grandfather couldn’t understand. At that ti, he, gravely injured, didn’t want to see the efforts he’d brought out of the ruins destroyed if his enemies found him, so he simply gave them to Ye Feng.
So, the truth absolutely could not be told.
If Ye Feng really beca a disciple, what could grandfather teach him? Goodness, there were only six sheets of paper. Even the old man couldn’t make heads or tails of them.
After much thought!
It was simpler to acknowledge a junior brother to deflect future questioning from Ye Feng.
"Who is this?"
Ye Feng picked up Long Nannan in his arms.
"She’s Sausage Sister."
"You don’t have to be polite to her, little martial uncle. She’s my underling."
Long Nannan gave Feng Yuan a defiant look, as if to say, "See, you pinched so hard just now, and I’ve caught you at it."
Is that a na or a title?
Ye Feng looked puzzled, but by the naming customs of that little mountain village, it really could be true.
"My na is Feng Yuan."
Feng Yuan laughed lightly, her voice extrely pleasant.
She didn’t mind the small advantage Long Nannan took of the situation, but instead, she kept curiously examining Ye Feng, wondering what made this man affird by the elders of the village so remarkable?
"Miss Feng, what a nice na. Co in with ," Ye Feng nodded at Feng Yuan.
The na was chosen well, but how about that nickna, "Sausage Sister"?
"General Ye, who are they?"
Seeing Ye Feng bringing people in, Tao Yongshan couldn’t help feeling surprised. Those who ca to the door at this ti were expected to be foes, not friends; he was prepared for a fight to the death.
"Friends!"
Ye Feng smiled and uttered two words, but when Long Nannan heard them, she was not satisfied and retorted:
"Friends aren’t close enough. It needs to be closer."
Closer ant being family. Ye Feng didn’t think much of it and nodded:
"You’re lovely, so as you say."
What Ye Feng didn’t know at that mont was that the person he was holding was already fourteen or fifteen years old; otherwise, he would have certainly found himself off-balance.
"General Ye is truly of vast divine ability. I’ll go tell the servants to prepare sothing to eat."
Tao Yongshan left, sighing.
In the afternoon, a Vice Sect Leader from the Divine Doctor Sect had co, and now two superb experts had appeared. The Northern Border King was truly becoming more and more unfathomable.
In the peaceful night, noise flared and then faded again.
Ye Feng was, of course, incredibly welcoming of Long Nannan and Feng Yuan’s arrival, but soon, trouble ca. Long Nannan insisted on sleeping with him.
"Little martial uncle, don’t you like ?"
"Little martial uncle, don’t you want ?"
"Wuu, Nannan is so pitiful, traveling such a long way only to be disliked."
...
This series of unreasonable questions forced Ye Feng to swallow the many answers he had prepared. Fairly speaking, Long Nannan was very cute, even exceedingly so.
"Don’t cry, Nannan. If little martial uncle agrees, will that be enough?"
Ye Feng was rendered speechless.
The little girl cried heartlessly, attracting many curious glances. Even soone as straightforward as Sima Zhantian looked at Ye Feng with a strange expression, as if to say, am I being mistaken for sothing I’m not?
Adorable and invincible!
You win. Ye Feng didn’t ponder further, for after all, what’s the harm in humoring a child?
"You’re the best, little martial uncle."
"Let’s go sleep now."
Ye Feng carefully looked at Long Nannan’s eyes. They didn’t seem like those of soone who had cried.
Should she tell him or not?
Feng Yuan held back a laugh while looking at Ye Feng, for who in the small mountain village didn’t know that the least reliable things in this world were Long Nannan’s tears?
A mont later, she decided to quietly inform Ye Feng of the truth, so she conveyed her ssage through sound transmission:
"Ye Feng, don’t be deceived by Nannan’s cute appearance. She’ll be of age in less than three months."
What a monster!
Hearing Feng Yuan’s ssage, Ye Feng was really stunned. He knew that coming of age in the little mountain village ant turning fifteen.
Long Nannan, with her height of less than one ter and her soft baby face, who would think her age was half that of her actual years at first glance?
"Nannan, Feng Yuan sister said you purposely shortened your height?"
Ye Feng looked at Long Nannan, his expression one of genuine pain.
Deceiving little martial uncle on the first day!
Whether or not she intended to cause trouble in the future, Ye Feng didn’t know, but if the old guy knew that he and his granddaughter were sleeping together on his first day, wouldn’t he chop Ye Feng into pieces and feed them to the dogs?
"Little martial uncle, Sausage Sister has been bullying all the way here. Do you trust her more than ?"
"Look into Nannan’s eyes, touch Nannan’s face. Do you really think all these are fake?"
Turning around, Long Nannan gazed mournfully at Ye Feng with her little face pinched.
This mont!
Ye Feng believed it, he believed Feng Yuan’s display. What kind of sullen expression can a little brat have? Shouldn’t he be feeling wronged instead?
"Let’s go."
Ye Feng didn’t want to say anything more. He took Little Nannan’s hand and went to rest. He couldn’t believe he couldn’t handle this, not when he could command an army of a million.
He couldn’t manage one Little Monster?
"Having watched for so long without the courage to look openly, are you looking for death, you big lug over there?"
Inside the living room, there were actually four people - Xiao Chuanqi and his two companions, plus Feng Yuan.
Sleep was no longer an important matter for the Martial King. On the contrary, entering a ditation State not only kept their spirits clear but also improved their Power.
Most nights, the three of them would secretly take turns guarding Ye Feng, even though he didn’t need it.
The person Feng Yuan was addressing was, of course, Sima Zhantian. No wonder he spoke up; after all, Sima Zhantian’s gaze kept returning to that white, white bosom.
Whiter than the moon in the sky!
"I’m telling you, sister, my eyes are my own. Do I need your permission to look where I please?"
This was only because he had entered with Ye Feng. Otherwise, with Sima Zhantian’s fiery temper, he would have definitely started a fight by now.
A good man doesn’t fight with a woman?
In Sima Zhantian’s eyes, it didn’t matter, male or female, they were all the sa - all-worthy of being beaten.
"Go for it!"
Xiao Chuanqi patted Sima Zhantian on the shoulder and walked away wisely. Sima Zhantian, still basking in the pride of breaking through to Martial King, foolishly couldn’t distinguish who he could provoke and who he couldn’t.
A dead Taoist does not fear starving!
Continue to court death; Xia Lengchan watched Xiao Chuanqi leave, and with a cupped fist salute saying "Take care," quickly followed. Brother, don’t cry later.
"Co here?"
Feng Yuan smiled seductively and beckoned Sima Zhantian with her finger.
"Who do you think you are, ordering around like that?"
Sima Zhantian tempted fate.
"In all these years, you’re the first to speak to with such a tone,"
Feng Yuan said with a smile, flicking her hair and standing up.
"In all these years, you’re the first woman who dared to speak to like that."
Sima Zhantian stood up too, his eyes blazing with a will to fight.
"A battle of fists?"
Feng Yuan saw that Sima Zhantian was a fighter, asking tauntingly.
"Of course, a battle of fists."
"Beat that thing on your chest and you’re fierce,"
Sima Zhantian turned, wanting to move outside where there was more room for a fight.
"No need to go outside; beating a piece of trash like you doesn’t require changing locations."
As soon as these words fell, a ball of firelight had already drifted in front of Sima Zhantian.
That fast?
No, it was an afterimage. Sima Zhantian clenched his fist and smashed it toward the afterimage, his punch full of powerful montum, ripping through the air with a series of sonic booms.
Bang! One by One!
Outside the living room, their fists collided, and Sima Zhantian felt as though he’d struck an intensely hot steel plate, making him almost reflexively let go.
"That’s it?"
In the living room, Feng Yuan stood with her hands on her hips, scornfully inquiring.
Suddenly, that fiery red figure in front of Sima Zhantian exerted force, and before he could even think about retreating, he was sent soaring through the air with a "swoosh."
"Oh dear mother, what have I gotten myself into?"
Sima Zhantian was stuck against the wall, his face a mask of stunned pain.
Ouch!
Looking at his arm, it was broken. Sima Zhantian was in a lot of pain, especially since Feng Yuan clearly had no intention of letting him off easy.
"You still watching?"
Feng Yuan walked out and asked haughtily.
"I’m watching!"
It had always been him who subdued others. No one could subdue him. With that, Sima Zhantian confird his stance through action.
Indeed, she was beautiful, more so than any others he had seen before.
"Do you like what you see?"
Feng Yuan’s face was full of a spring breeze, brimming with a smile.
"What’s that supposed to an?"
Sima Zhantian didn’t answer - did he need to say if she was beautiful or not? If she wasn’t, he’d have to be insane to look.
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"Do you have a doctor here?"
Feng Yuan asked sothing else Sima Zhantian didn’t understand.
"Yes!"
How could they not? There were more than one. Sima Zhantian’s answer was very sincere.
"Then I can rest easy."
You can rest easy about what?
The next mont, Sima Zhantian understood. An afterimage swept out from Feng Yuan’s position and instantly appeared behind him. She smashed a punch into his back while another fist was thrust toward him from the front.
"Sister Feng Yuan is still so violent."
In a small courtyard, Long Nannan shook her head with a sigh.
"Where did that title co from?"
Listening to the succession of punches from afar, Ye Feng involuntarily shuddered. He dared not face Feng Yuan’s punches!
"To beat soone until they’re like a stick, then set them on fire to roast."
Long Nannan answered seriously.
The people in the village said Sausage Sister’s na shone brightly there, but Long Nannan thought her future would shine even brighter.
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