From The Untold Story to the Legend of Martial Arts

Chapter 158 Laughing and Leaving
Feng Yi and Ouyang Feng each used their internal strength to attack each other. There was a subtle balance in the air and the whole place was silent.

Even Yang Guo did not make a sound, only the sound of wind blowing through the leaves and branches made a rustling sound.

Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong knew very well that for Feng Yi and Ouyang Feng, no matter how strange and fantastic the martial arts were, they could only be used once. If used a second time, they would be useless.

So the two of them directly competed in internal strength, which means that the stronger one will win. This is also the principle of simplicity.

However, in a competition of true strength, the two men, with such levels of cultivation, have reached a point where there is no room for compromise and life and death are on the line.

Masters usually don't take such an unforgiving approach. The West Poison is crazy and it's hard to predict what he's thinking.

Even though Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong knew that Feng Yi acted out of self-interest, they simply couldn't understand what benefit there would be in competing with Ouyang Feng in this way?
If you want to stand up for Quanzhen Sect, sell them favors, and win their hearts, there are other ways, why go to such extremes? I can't help but sigh that Feng Yi's heart is as unpredictable as God's will.

In fact, Feng Yi is a businessman. He only cares about the size of the profits. As long as he doesn't touch his bottom line, all the morals and ethics don't matter.

No matter what Ouyang Feng did, the Quanzhen Sect's desire for revenge, or Yang Guo's desire to protect his father, they were all just chips he used to weigh to maximize his interests!
If Yang Guo had not shown up, he would have coaxed the Western Poison to Mongolia and had his own excuses for the Quanzhen Sect.

Since Yang Guo is here, he can bring the West Poison with him. But Yang Guo refused, so Feng Yi had to settle for the next best thing!

Thinking of the original plot where Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong competed in internal strength, and after Ouyang Feng was exhausted, he had a last burst of light and remembered everything, so he decided to compete with Ouyang Feng in internal strength.

If Ouyang Feng was the same as in the original plot, he would only need to ask about the poison "corpse powder" before he died.

That kind of poison only needs a little bit of the mother poison. Once it touches flesh and blood, it can produce countless daughter poisons.

If you smear this kind of poison on your weapon, you can't even imagine that with one swing of the sword, a small wound will turn the person into pus. However, this poison will disperse when it comes into contact with blood, and the cycle will continue over and over again, with endless poison. This scene must have scared the Mongols to death!
As for whether he can defeat Ouyang Feng!

He doesn't think he will lose!

Ouyang Feng had fought with Feng Yi twice, but he only won by showing off his magic. This time, he fought with the true power he had cultivated for decades. His body swayed constantly, his aura was overflowing, and every muscle in his body was filled with strength. He was like a bow with a full string.

Internal force is the arrow shot from his bow, gathering momentum and strength, like the waves of the Yangtze River, surging in an endless stream. As soon as one wave passes, the next wave comes immediately, surging and surging, unstoppable.

Feng Yi, however, did not move, like a stone statue, with only his hair trembling. He knew that Ouyang Feng was a master of accumulating energy, and the swaying of his body was a way of constantly accumulating internal strength. If he swayed like him, even if he retreated a little more, he would inevitably attract a more fierce internal force attack from Ouyang Feng.

His feet seemed to be rooted into the ground, blending seamlessly into it. Although he did not move, he took in all of Ouyang Feng's internal energy and did not rashly counterattack.

Because his goal this time was not to win quickly, but to drag Ouyang Feng to the end of his strength.

You should know that Feng Yi's Shenzhao Gong has been practiced to the highest level of perfection, and the evil internal force in the Blood Knife Sutra has also been practiced to the highest level of perfection. He has long reached the high realm of "the unity of good and evil", and then he practiced the Nine Yin Scriptures.

His inner strength is as profound as anyone else in the world.

Therefore, the internal force stored in his body is no longer just the Shenzhao Gong.

The time they faced each other seemed very short, but in fact a very long time had passed. The bright moon was rising from the sky and was sinking to the west.

But Ouyang Feng's offensive continued to escalate, wave after wave, seemingly endless.

At this moment, Feng Yi suddenly understood: this battle was by no means a sure win. If he was not careful, he might not only fail to achieve his goal, but also die!

Both of them were nervous, Ouyang Feng had no distracting thoughts, and Feng Yi had no other thoughts either.

Gradually, wisps of white mist emerged from Ouyang Feng's head, becoming thicker and thicker like a steamer.

Feng Yi's face was flushed red, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept dripping down his forehead, turning into wisps of white mist that gathered and did not dissipate.

Everyone knew that the two had reached the pinnacle of martial arts. They were both top-notch figures, and if they wanted to separate them, Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong would have to attack at the same time to do it.

But Feng Yi had just made it clear that people should abide by the rules of the martial arts world. Ouyang Feng also called out the old beggar, Huang Lao Xie. How could they interfere?

Yang Guo frowned, and could not help but feel anxious, thinking: "No matter how deep my foster father's inner strength is, he is old and weak. How can he compare to Feng Yi who is in his prime and has strong energy and blood."

Thinking about it, his body squirmed and moved towards Feng Yi!
At this moment Feng Yi was trying his best to deal with Ouyang Feng. If Yang Guo hit Feng Yi on the back with a palm, even though he might be slightly injured due to the recoil force, he would definitely be killed by the powerful internal force of his adoptive father.

When this thought flashed through Yang Guo's mind, his body moved slightly, but he immediately thought: "Who am I, Yang Guo? How could I do such a despicable thing?"

The moonlight was fading away again, and the sky was getting brighter. The two had been fighting until noon. Ouyang Feng's body was no longer shaking, and the veins on his forehead were exposed. His arms were gradually bending backwards, and it seemed that he could no longer hold on.

“Am I just going to watch my foster father die at the hands of Feng Yi?” At this moment, Yang Guo suddenly took a step forward.
Suddenly, Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi took two steps forward with long swords in their hands and looked towards him with extremely stern expressions in their eyes.

The hair and beards of these two men were all white, but they had practiced the mysterious skills for a long time, and their faces were glowing red. The two long swords shone green like rainbows, and it was obvious that they were trying to stop him from moving forward.

Yang Guo thought to himself: "Tan Chuduan was beaten to death by my adoptive father, they want to kill my adoptive father, humph, stinky Taoist priests!"

But he was already a little hesitant, and when he was blocked by the two roads, he stopped unconsciously.

Then Xiao Long Nu said, "Guo Er, Ouyang Feng is your adoptive father and a great master. Feng Yi is challenging us normally, and we should not help either of us!"

As he spoke, he held Yang Guo's hand. Yang Guo was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized: "Oh, right, Feng Yi just said that Xiao Longnu should be more sober-minded, which actually means he told my aunt that my grandmaster was killed by my adoptive father, and asked my aunt to keep an eye on me!"

Feng Yi naturally knew who Yang Guo was. When Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng were competing in internal strength, he had the idea of ​​plotting against them, let alone himself. So he had to be prepared.

Yang Guo suddenly broke away from Xiao Long Nu’s hand and said loudly, “Eunuch Hong, Island Master Huang, are you just going to sit back and do nothing?
If these two continue to fight like this, my foster father will certainly die, and Feng Yi will probably not be much better off. Are you going to just watch this happen?"

Hong Qigong sighed, "If it were usual, even if I had to risk being blamed, I would have taken action.

But Feng Yi and your adoptive father are both masters of the day, and they both clearly said they don't want anyone to help them, so what can an old beggar do?"

Huang Yaoshi suddenly spoke in a loud voice: "Today's incident was a martial arts contest between the two according to the rules of the martial arts world. Although your godfather is crazy, he is not completely forgetful. He just recognized both me and the old beggar. When a martial artist meets a master, how can he not see who is better? How can we interfere?"

Sun Buer said coldly: "Yang Guo, Ouyang Feng is now at a disadvantage. You want to stop, but your foster father always has the upper hand when fighting with others. What do you say?"

Yang Guo was already in a dilemma, and now being provoked again and again by Sun Buer, he became increasingly frustrated, his breathing became rapid, and he stumbled back a few steps.

"Guo'er!" Xiaolongnu exclaimed.

Hong Qigong shook his body and massaged Yang Guo a few times.
Suddenly, Yang Guo seemed to see a bright light in front of his eyes, and his limbs and bones were full of energy. He could not help but raise his head to the sky and let out a long roar like a dragon's roar, which spread far away.

In an instant, the leaves behind him fell down.

Everyone did not expect that his internal strength had reached such a high level, and they could not help but feel pleasantly surprised.

People who practice internal skills often go through many levels. When they first get started, they have many hallucinations and are easily possessed. Most people simply cannot get through this level. People like Guo Jing, who have a pure heart, use half of their energy to fight against the inner fire, and they will also have wild thoughts, so Ma Yu has taken care of him many times.

Yang Guo benefited from the cold jade bed. When he sat or lay on it, his heart fire was naturally clear, and he could practice martial arts vigorously and diligently. He also learned the secrets of the "Jade Girl Heart Sutra" and the "Nine Yin Manual", and his internal energy was already deep.
Everything that happened today made him feel complicated, and he took deep and rapid breaths. When practicing internal skills, the breaths are sometimes quick and sometimes long.

Hong Qigong is an external martial arts master, and the martial arts he practices are completely different from Yang Guo's. Yang Guo was inspired by this extremely deep internal force and couldn't help but let out a long roar.

It is obvious that his internal strength has been cultivated to a certain level.

According to legend, Wang Yangming, a famous Neo-Confucianist in the Ming Dynasty, was sitting quietly in the army when he suddenly let out a long whistle, startling both the soldiers and the horses. This is clearly recorded in history.

At this time, Yang Guo was full of energy and suddenly couldn't hold it back. He let out a whistle that could be heard from miles away. Xiao Longnu was overjoyed.
Everyone in the Quanzhen Sect was surprised, even Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong were secretly horrified.

Huang Yaoshi thought, "I consider myself a rare genius, but I had to be over thirty to reach this level. Feng Yi is indeed amazing, but I cannot judge him by common sense. This young man is more than ten years ahead of me. I wonder what kind of extraordinary experiences he had?"

Before he had finished thinking about it, at this moment, he suddenly heard Feng Yi shouting, as loud as thunder: "Open!"

The shouts filled their ears, and Feng Yi and Ouyang Feng's bodies suddenly flew into the air.

Yang Guo's long roar was suddenly interrupted, and he rushed to his adoptive father's side. Ouyang Feng had already fallen to the ground. Yang Guo stretched out his hand to help him up, but just as his fingers touched his arm, he was suddenly bounced three steps away by a strong force.

Ouyang Feng burst into laughter.

When Yang Guo heard his foster father’s vigorous laughter, he felt relieved and thought, “My foster father’s injury is probably not serious!”

Everyone was shocked. Although Ouyang Feng was old, his hair and beard were only slightly gray due to his superb internal skills. But unexpectedly, his hair and beard were completely white at this time, as if he had suddenly aged by more than ten years.

There was just a faint blush on Feng Yi's face. After the fierce battle, the circulation of Qi and blood could not return to normal for a while. This was not surprising. It was obvious that the winner had been decided.

Feng Yi looked at Ouyang Feng for a while, then pointed at Yang Guo and said word by word: "Ouyang Feng, do you know who he is?"

Suddenly, Ouyang Feng trembled, turned around and looked at Yang Guo. Their eyes met and Yang Guo was shocked.

He saw that his adoptive father looked very different, and a strange smile appeared on his face, which seemed to be self-mocking and relieved. Yang Guo felt that it was a bad omen.

Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi had long known that Ouyang Feng would not live long.

If a person who practices internal skills dies of natural causes, it is ultimately because his blood has been drained away and his essence has been depleted, which is why he withers and decays. This is the power of nature.

Ouyang Feng was already old, and it was only thanks to his inner strength that he looked younger than before.

But masters can compete in internal strength. The loser will suffer minor injuries to his meridians, and in serious cases all his meridians will be destroyed and his five internal organs will be empty.

As a result, he lost the supply of vital energy, so Ouyang Feng's hair and beard turned white immediately, and he truly became an old man over 80 years old.

It turned out that although Feng Yi knew that Ouyang Feng was old, he thought it would not be easy for him if he dragged Ouyang Feng to the point of exhaustion.

Shenzhaogong is good at cultivating spiritual power. During his hard fight, he also understood the situation around him. Seeing that Yang Guo's internal strength had greatly improved, if Ouyang Feng died,

This kid is looking for revenge on me, and Xiaolongnu is helping her lover again. Does that mean I have to die here?
Feng Yi's internal strength, physical strength, and spirit were all at the pinnacle, everything was done in a way that he waited for the enemy to weaken before attacking. Ouyang Feng was different, he was old and weak, mentally disturbed, and when he heard Yang Guo's roar, he felt a little panic in his heart.

When the mind is disturbed, the qi is divided. Feng Yi's consciousness is clear, and he is deeply aware of everything. He attacks in an instant. He gathers strength and attacks wildly, which is the accumulation of his life's magical skills, which are endless.

Ouyang Feng was at the end of his strength and had no way to avoid it. He had no choice but to resist, which resulted in a complete collapse.

Ouyang Feng felt a powerful force surging throughout his body, and a strange feeling suddenly flashed through his mind. This feeling originated from his heart.

He was exhausted and dispirited, but suddenly he had a moment of clarity. His mind became as clear as a mirror and all the events of the past few decades came to his mind vividly, as if they were all happening right before his eyes. He burst into laughter.

Everyone knew that the once rampant Western Poison was ultimately defeated by the martial arts newcomer Feng Yi.

But no one understands that the gap between the two sides is not in internal strength or wisdom, but in time, and that hard work was defeated by fate!

Ouyang Feng had exhausted all his energy, his legs were weak, and he slowly sat down. Yang Guo saw that his hair and beard were all white, and his face was dark, so he called out, "Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Ouyang Feng looked at Yang Guo, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say, he turned to look at Feng Yi and said in a deep voice: "Good boy, you are really amazing!"

He glanced at Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong and said, "Huang Lao Xie, Old Beggar, take good care of yourselves. It's true that the younger generation pushes the older generation forward! Haha..."

Hong Qigong asked in surprise: "Old Poisonous Creature, you know who I am, then who are you?"

Ouyang Feng laughed loudly and said, "You are the old beggar Hong Qigong, and I am the West Poison Ouyang Feng, how could I not know!"

Hong Qigong also laughed and said, "Good for you, old poisoner, you finally know who you are!" Huang Yaoshi sneered, "That's good. If you die in a daze, you won't be worthy of being a master."

Ouyang Feng laughed and said, "Brother Yao, I really like what you said! I apologize to you for making things difficult for you!"

Huang Yaoshi said coldly: "Apology? I don't deserve it! My daughter is naughty, thank you Brother Feng for disciplining her on my behalf."

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Mr. Ouyang, you are indeed a martial arts master. I admire you! I would like to ask you for something. Is it possible?"

Ouyang Feng rolled his eyes and asked, "Why should I give it to you?"

Feng Yi put his hands behind his back, smiled and said, "Just because your son is still alive, I can make him die!"

Yang Guo's heart trembled, and he said, "Feng Yi, what do you mean?"

Feng Yi pretended not to hear anything, and bowed to Ouyang Feng, saying: "Junior would like to ask the senior to pass on the secret recipe of corpse powder to me!"

Ouyang Feng laughed and said, "Boy, do you know that my biological son was killed by his father Yang Kang? Whether he lives or dies, what does it have to do with my surname Ouyang?"

In an instant, all the blood in Yang Guo's body seemed to be drained away, and his face turned pale.

Feng Yi's eyes sparkled, and he laughed loudly, "Mr. Ouyang, my methods may not be up to par, but my goals are very clear.

The reason I compete with you in internal strength is to put you in a deadly situation, so that you can regain consciousness and remember everything, and then give me the formula of corpse powder.

I don't hesitate to offend anyone for this. If you give it to me, you can leave with dignity, and your adopted son can also live!

Otherwise, I will kill Yang Guo!"

“Okay, okay.” Yang Guo’s face turned pale, his eyes filled with anger, and he shouted: “Come on, if you have the ability…”

Feng Yi sneered, “Yang Guo, I’m not Guo Jing, don’t act like you’re not afraid of death in front of me, think it through before you speak!”

Suddenly, Ouyang Feng smiled and said, "That's right. Boy, you are determined and will do whatever it takes to achieve your goals, yet you still have style. I have to say that I, Ouyang Feng, like you very much!"

"I dare not!" Feng Yi smiled slightly and said, "I feel the same way. I admire Mr. Ouyang's courage and bravery, so I hope that he can leave in a decent way and leave something useful for future generations, so that the West Poison will not come here in vain!"

Ouyang Feng said with a smile, "What do you want to do with the corpse powder? Tell me."

Feng Yi said: "At this time, Mongolia is invading our Song Dynasty. We Han people are being slaughtered like cattle, horses, pigs and dogs. I want to bring corpse powder to the Mongolian capital and turn the world upside down, so that they will feel fear from the bottom of their hearts, and thus stop the Mongolian invasion!"

It was not until this moment that everyone understood Feng Yi's intention and did not know how to evaluate his behavior.

Ouyang Feng laughed and said, "I am not a Han Chinese!"

Feng Yi smiled and said, “But you are not a Mongolian either, your Western Regions were also ravaged by the Mongolian iron hoofs.

I'm afraid that you have never been respected or loved by anyone in your life. Even your son Ouyang Ke probably fears him more than he respects him.

Although Yang Guo is Yang Kang's son, you are sincere to him, and he still loves his father even though he knows that Yang Kang died from your snake venom. Please don't look at the monk's face, look at the Buddha's face!"

Ouyang Feng laughed dryly and said in a hoarse voice: "In my life, I have never done anything that would be recited by people. Now I am over eighty years old and death is not far away.

Now that I have a last moment of life, it would be a good thing for me to use my old body to do something useful for the human world and atone for my past sins!

But you have to swear in front of everyone that if my adopted son comes to you to avenge me, you must spare his life three times!"

He knew that Yang Guo was a man of great passion and would avenge himself if he died, and he could not be persuaded.

Yang Guo’s heart was shaken, and he said, “Adoptive father,…” Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Ouyang Feng, who smiled sadly and said slowly, “In my entire life, I have only known myself, not others…”

Suddenly, a holy light flashed in his eyes, and a benevolent smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. He continued in a dreamlike voice: "Whether the West Poison is good or evil, he is also a character.

But I have been in a daze for the past twenty years and don't know who I am. I only have this adopted son. Now I am about to die. What should I do? Do you understand?"

Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, was the most ruthless figure in the martial arts world. Suddenly, such a change took place. Although everyone saw it with their own eyes and heard it with their own ears, they still couldn't believe it. They all stared and focused their attention.

Feng Yi smiled and said, “I can only promise you that if Yang Guo seeks revenge on me openly, I can spare his life three times!

If he uses sneak attacks, poisoning, or other unscrupulous means, I will kill him if it happens!"

Yang Guo was extremely angry. He snorted and said, "If I want revenge, I will defeat you with my martial arts. Who do you think I am?"

Feng Yi sneered and said nothing, thinking: "You f*cking killed your Uncle Guo by sneaking up on him while he was sleeping, without mercy. You even wanted to kill Huang Rong, a pregnant woman. What nonsense is this!"

Huang Yaoshi clapped his hands and said, "Well, you have great ambitions. Among the younger generation, you are considered the best!

Your future martial arts achievements will never be inferior to your adoptive father, but it is not appropriate to fight Feng Yi head-on now. You must cherish yourself!"

Ouyang Feng also nodded and said, "Huang Lao Xie is right!"

Feng Yi said impatiently: "That's it!"

Ouyang Feng said: "Come closer and listen."

Feng Yi lowered his body, and Ouyang Feng whispered something in Feng Yi's ear. The latter showed an expression of disbelief on his face.

Ouyang Feng said: "You don't believe me?"

Feng Yi laughed and said, "It's not that I don't believe it, I just didn't expect it to be like this."

Ouyang Feng asked suspiciously: "Aren't you afraid that I will lie to you?"

Feng Yi laughed out loud and said, "What kind of person is Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison? How could he be a villain? If you were such a person in my eyes, I wouldn't have gone to such great lengths!"

Ouyang Feng burst into laughter, but suddenly stopped, closed his eyes, and remained motionless.

"father!"

Yang Guo was shocked and pushed Feng Yi away, shouting, "Dad, Dad!" When he looked at Ouyang Feng, he was already dead.

Yang Guo seemed to be stunned and had no idea what to do.

It turned out that Ouyang Feng's meridians were broken, his energy was exhausted, and his internal organs were shattered. He only relied on the Yuan Yang Qi he had cultivated for decades to condense his heart meridians. So when he spoke just now, his voice was still so calm, and he didn't sound like a dying person at all.

With Ouyang Feng's profound skills, he could have held on for a few more days, but he didn't want to endure this kind of pain, so he withdrew his remaining internal strength and died instantly!
In fact, even if one has the magical power to bring the dead back to life like Master Feng Yi and Master Yi Deng, it will only prolong the suffering.

Because the reason why people can live is that their essence and energy are continuous. No matter if they are dying or recently dead, it is like the rivers and lakes are dried up and the grass and trees are withered. Whether it is Feng Yi's Shenzhao Zhenqi or the Yiyang Finger with Xiantian Gong, they are all drawing water from the river to irrigate it, so they can revive and return to spring, and turn death into life!

But first you have to have a channel for irrigation, that is, the meridians through which the true qi flows. If the meridians are destroyed, everything is useless.

Therefore, to heal an injury, you must first repair the meridians. When Master Yideng wanted to save Zhou Botong's son, he first massaged with Xiantian Gong, which was a step to repair the meridians. Only then could he use Yiyang Finger to inject internal force into the acupoints to stimulate vitality.

But for a man like Ouyang Feng, who is both old and skilled in martial arts, some people may be able to renew his pulse but are unable to replenish his qi. Without either of them, he cannot recover.

Not to mention that Master Yideng is not here, even if he is, Ouyang Feng doesn’t need him!
This is his pride!

How could he let those who had been harmed by him laugh at him?
Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi stepped forward and bowed in front of Ouyang Feng's body. Hong Qigong said slowly, "Another one is gone!" There was infinite desolation in his tone.

Huang Yaoshi was also in low spirits. He said, "It's good this way. He was in a daze for decades, but he knew who he was before he died. He was also able to die in the same place as Wang Chongyang and Lin Chaoying. It's also a blessing that they can be together in the underworld!"

The Quanzhen people and Xiaolongnu found it strange, is this a companion?

Feng Yi also bowed to Ouyang Feng and sighed: "He also has his enemies here, so this is also an explanation." He turned and left.

“Wait a minute!” Yang Guo called out, “Feng Yi!”

Feng Yi turned around and asked with a smile: "What advice do you have?"

Yang Guo's eyes were gloomy, and he said coldly: "You killed my foster father today, and your methods were not fair and just."

Feng Yi said calmly: "Yang Guo, I know you are extremely smart, and I also know that you like to act on impulse, so think whatever you want!"

Yang Guo sneered and said, "Since you are the best fighter in the world, bullying an old man is nothing. Do you dare to see the Jade Girl Pure Heart Sword Technique of our Ancient Tomb Sect?"

Feng Yi looked at Xiao Long Nu with a look of scrutiny, a hint of smile flashed across his eyes, and said, "Miss Long, do you want to join Yang Guo in avenging Ouyang Feng?"

Xiao Long Nu looked bewildered and shook her head, "No, last time Senior Sister asked you to kill Ouyang Feng to avenge my master."

Feng Yi laughed and said to Yang Guo: “You are in a very bad mood, even if you force your aunt to come with you, she is still no match for me!

As for me killing Ouyang Feng, you can take it as you wish. But remember, in a fair duel, even if I win, I will spare your life three times, but if you use any other inferior means against me, you will only have one chance!"

Yang Guo couldn't help but be stunned. Yes, with his current mood, even with his aunt's help, how could he defeat Feng Yi?
They could only watch him and Huang Yaoshi walk away.

When the Quanzhen disciples saw that Feng Yi had enough strength to defeat Ouyang Feng and that his behavior was free and easy, and that he already had the demeanor of a great master, they also followed him.

Seeing Yang Guo standing there motionless, his face pale and his eyes vacant, Xiao Long Nu sighed and said, "Shall we bury him?"

Yang Guo shuddered slightly and said awkwardly, “Aunt, my foster father is dead, are you happy?”

Xiao Long Nu was stunned and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"I..." Yang Guo glanced at her, hardened his heart and turned away, picked up Ouyang Feng, and strode away.

Yang Guo suddenly stopped and said in hatred: "Aunt, do you know? My foster father shouldn't have died today!"

Xiao Long Nu was stunned for a moment as if struck by lightning, and asked, "Are you angry?"

Yang Guo said: “Why didn’t you fight Feng Yi with me just now? He must have felt bad for defeating my foster father. We may not lose!”

Xiao Long Nu said: "How can I take advantage of someone's misfortune?"

Yang Guo looked back and said, "He is taking advantage of my foster father, isn't he?"

Xiao Long Nu was slightly angry and said coldly, "But he saved my life, and your foster father killed my master, so should I kill him?"

Yang Guo saw her cold face with a lonely look on her face, and thought to himself: "After all, it was my adoptive father who killed her master, why should I vent my anger on her! This is all because of the villain Feng Yi!
He can do whatever he wants, I have to make him suffer the consequences!" He softened his tone and said, "Aunt, if Feng Yi wants to kill me, who will you help?"

Xiao Long Nu said: "Then I will naturally help you!"

(End of this chapter)