Jianling

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The difference between the Feng family and ordinary merchants lies in the depth of their involvement in the rivers and lakes. Ordinary merchants, such as the Shen family, often hire escorts for long-distance trafficking, but this is not the case for the Feng family. The century-old tradition of the Feng family is to protect their own families If the goods are the same, the family members walk with the bodyguards of the family members, and when the decision of the patriarch cannot be convinced by the public, the Feng family members can all propose to "conquer people with the sword".

When Feng Lin's position was unstable, she used to suppress many objections by relying on the Changli Sword, but he never expected that one day it would be Feng Jue who drew the sword to him.

Feng Jue's swordsmanship has always been peaceful and upright. Although the Feng family's Kunyu swordsmanship has always been inconsistent with her, she has a down-to-earth and steady nature, and she fights steadily and steadily, and her martial arts are actually good.

——But even so, facing Feng Lin, who is currently ranked in the top three, is obviously hitting a stone with an egg.

Feng Lin frowned slightly, and said displeasedly: "Song Zhubo is dead, you marry Song Dengyun, and soon you will be the wife of the Song family's Ming matchmaker. Sister, what are you angry about?"

Feng Jue's sword had already been unsheathed, looking at Feng Lin's eyes full of sadness and loss, he asked, "Are you doing it for me?!"

"Otherwise, who am I for?" Feng Lin was so indignant that she raised her eyes to Shen Zhongxuan, "He killed Song Zhubo, but you hate me even more? Sis, Song Jiu is not in the right place. When you hold the Song family, you will be killed." I no longer need to live under the fence of others, and those years of hard times will never come back..."

Feng Jue shook his head, his face was flushed from crying, and he said hoarsely: "You are still scheming! You are scheming against your father, you are scheming against the waves, you are scheming against Shen Shaoxia, you won't even let Xiao Jiu and me go! Feng Lin, how could you change? Is it like this? If Ah Lang comes back, what will he do to you, have you ever thought about it?"

Feng Lin's eyes widened in disbelief, and she asked back, "You...you said I was plotting against you?"

Feng Jue said nothing more, and stepped forward with a horizontal sword. At this moment, the pair of gentle and affectionate eyes only showed desperate determination, and the tip of the cold and sharp sword pointed at Feng Lin's heart without hesitation.

But Feng Lin was not an ordinary person after all, Feng Jue was so heartbroken at this moment, he couldn't use half of his usual strength at all, it was too easy for Feng Lin to dodge this flawed sword, she just dodged it with a side step, Feng Jue's sword pierced into the large cabinet against the wall, piercing through layers of thick wood with brute force, but as if she was tireless, she drew her sword the next moment and attacked Feng Lin again.

Feng Lin managed to dodge a few times, and unexpectedly met Feng Jue with sad eyes, but Feng Lin felt that she was even more sad, and opened her mouth, "Sister, do you really want to kill me?"

Really want to kill him?

Feng Jue remained silent.

The Feng family are all people who value profit over righteousness. As a daughter of a collateral line, she has mediocre talents in martial arts and business, and is not valued at all.

But she grew up with her father since she was a child. Her father is far less powerful than the head of the family, Feng Wuhui. Fortunately, he has a gentle personality and has a close relationship with Song Mingyun—whether it is Song Mingyun who is gentle and polite, or her tolerant father. Truly pure kindness and tenderness.

Because of her father's serious illness, Feng Jue quickly accompanied her father back to Feng's house, and the first contemporaneous person she met was the young lord Feng Lang. But with his own eyes, Feng Lang put the cakes from the banquet into his arms, and carefully took them back to the room after the banquet was over.

Feng Jue, who was in her teens, couldn't explain the reason for her thoughts, but when she approached the secret, she was destined to get acquainted with the brothers that night.

Feng Lang, who was seven or eight years old, grabbed her sleeves, and completely lost the calm and majestic appearance in front of others. Qi Qi's expression was more like an ordinary child.And the other child he was trying to block was covered in bruises and was looking at her warily, like a hedgehog with its spikes erected.

"Sister Ajue, don't tell others..." Feng Lang begged her sadly, "Brother Lin was seriously injured, I called him here, I just wanted to give him some medicine."

Feng Lin, however, seemed to have nothing to do with her. She stared at the red seal on her waist indifferently for a moment, and said with a smile: "It's just a sideline, you dare to break into the compound."

Feng Lang hurriedly said: "This is sister Ajue who just came back, brother Lin, you should also be called sister."

"No." Feng Lin narrowed her eyes vigilantly, "She will sue, and your mother will beat me up."

Feng Lang almost cried: "No, Sister Ajue won't do this." He looked at Feng Jue again, and begged, "Sister Ajue, don't tell my mother, brother Lin can't be beaten anymore."

Feng Jue stared blankly at all this, speechless for a while.

Feng Lin scolded: "Don't cry, you are the young master, don't be ashamed!" He lifted his eyelids and glanced at Feng Jue, "Sue me, I'd rather be beaten than listen to him crying and howling here. Come comfortably."

Feng Jue said carefully: "Are you also a child of the Feng family? I was distracted during the banquet, and I didn't have time to talk to you."

"What banquet?" Feng Lin frowned, "I am the son of a servant, so I am not qualified to attend any banquet."

Feng Lang cried and interrupted him: "Nonsense, elder brother Lin is father's son just like me!"

Feng Jue hesitated for a moment, looked at the tattered clothes on his body, and whispered: "I'm sorry, I'm the one who disturbed you by wandering around. My name is Feng Jue, and it's indeed your sister. I didn't expect to meet here, and I didn't advance Bring a gift, how about I help you make a new dress in a few days?"

Feng Lin's eyes widened and she said angrily: "I don't want your sympathy, I don't even know you!"

"No, it's not sympathy." Feng Jue said hurriedly, "I don't know how to make clothes yet, I just want to practice my hands... Well, can I call you Lin'er?"

"Although it's very abrupt, since you call me sister, it's my duty to take care of you, right?"

Feng Jue closed her eyes, the hand holding the sword couldn't stop trembling, but when she opened her eyes again, Feng Lin was already looking at her sadly.

It took her several years to finally let go of Feng Lin's defenses. She knew that Feng Lin had great ambitions, and she never dared to get in the way. She just wanted to do her best to take care of her two younger brothers.But after Feng Lang's accident, the relationship between the two brothers became worse and worse, and Feng Lin's temper became more and more volatile, especially after Feng Lang disappeared, she looked at Feng Lin who was smiling and welcoming countless times, and she suspected that she had met It was Feng Lang who was almost the favorite of the emperor back then.

Originally, everything was getting better. Feng Lin's status rose after returning from Baopuzi's sect, and Feng Lang never showed the slightest hint of jealousy because of this. Swapping status just makes everything better.

——Until Feng Lang disappeared.

Feng Jue's heart trembled, and he asked softly, "... Lin'er, is A-Lang still alive?"

Feng Lin paused, and subconsciously looked at Zhong Xuan, but this action immediately revealed his true thoughts, Feng Jue nodded knowingly.

"Lin'er, draw your sword." Feng Jue said, "—otherwise I will really kill you."

Feng Lin's lips trembled, but her hands unconsciously touched the Changli Sword.

After a clear phoenix cry, Chang Li pulled out of the sheath.

Feng Lin's eyes were bloodshot at the moment, and the flamboyant red dress was like a rapidly withering flower.

Feng Jue confronted him from afar, sword in hand.

Feng Lin closed her eyes and said, "Sister Ajue."

Feng Jue didn't agree.

The sword in Feng Jue's hand brought a gust of bitter wind, and this move was the seventh form of the Feng family's Kunyu sword with the most killing intent.

Feng Lin still didn't give up: "Sister, can't you forgive me?"

Feng Jue responded with a sword chant, where the sword's edge plundered, it was like a cold wind passing through.

——The doors and windows were broken, and everything was silent.

I don't know who is playing the piano outside the building, the sound is like a complaint,

The autumn was high and the moon was bright, and the night was full of dew. Feng Jue hadn't seen Feng Lang for a whole day. At this time, he walked through the vegetation and picked up his crimson dress, and finally saw Feng Lang sitting in the courtyard admiring the moon.

Feng Lang's martial arts are useless, and it is a far cry from before. Except for his mother, almost everyone in the Feng family has quietly withdrawn their concern for him.

He has always been the only son-in-law, even if his wife accepted Feng Lin, no one questioned this.

But today, everything is different.

The cloud-like guests had dispersed, this was the first time Feng Jue hadn't heard the banquet of "Noble Young Master Feng Lang" from the mouths of the guests.

In the past, Feng Lang sat in the upper position, but today it was moved to Feng Lin who had just returned from studying under Baopuzi.

Also dressed in red, also young and famous.

She saw a fat and bloated man hugging Feng Lin affectionately, and said with a big tongue: "Feng Lin! —— Promising! The former head of the family is reborn, and your uncle Shen Qing passed it on!"

Feng Lin lowered her eyebrows and chuckled, and respectfully toasted a glass of wine. Feng Jue sat silently in the seat farthest from Feng Lin, which was the only seat she could sit in after her father passed away.

Both she and Feng Lin knew that this person had also said this to Feng Lang.

In the past, she looked at Feng Lang like this, but today she wants to look at Feng Lin like this.

However, after the banquet is over, Feng Lang will always wait until everyone has left, and then come to her and invite her with a smile on his face: "Sister Ajue, let's go find Brother Lin together!"

Feng Lin was not like that.

Feng Lin drank too much and left the venue early to rest.

Feng Jue waited until the moon was in the sky, until the guests dispersed, until she was the only one left in the empty venue.

She crossed the courtyard, quietly stopped behind Feng Lang, and whispered: "I caught you!"

Feng Lang was wearing a heavy gown, his eyes were bright, as usual: "Sister Ah Jue, why are you here?"

"The banquet is over." Feng Jue took a seat beside him, "Why don't you go?"

Feng Lang laughed and said, "I'm afraid of passing the wind and cold to others." As he spoke, he lowered his head and coughed twice, then raised his eyes and asked curiously, "Is brother Lin happy? Is he smiling? Has he changed?" It's very powerful...Why doesn't brother Lin come to see me? It's fine if he doesn't come, but he still has to see guests these few days, and it's bad if he catches the wind and cold."

Feng Jue bit her lip and coaxed him with a smile: "He is too busy today, so he can only ask me to find you. He said that after the busy few days, the three of us can go for an outing in the mountains together."

"Really?" Feng Lang immediately smiled more sincerely, "Then I will recover from my illness as soon as possible."

Feng Jue smiled, and wanted to say more, but heard a muffled low laugh behind him, followed by a young man's clear voice: "Okay, sister has already made up my mind for me, and when Feng Lang recovers from his illness, we will go together go."

Feng Jue turned around in a daze, and sure enough, she saw Feng Lin's smiling face.

The young boy has been away from home for a few years, his stature has grown, and he no longer sees the shadow of the hedgehog-like kid back then.

He is gentle and courteous now, not losing at all to Feng Lang who was carefully raised since childhood, and his performance at the banquet today is quite pleasing to Feng Wuhui.

Because he is Feng Lin.Feng Jue secretly thought, how could there be anything in this world that Lin'er could not do?

Feng Lang's eyes were surprisingly bright, he grabbed Feng Lin's sleeves excitedly, and said with a smile: "Brother, didn't you drink too much? Why are you here to blow the air."

Feng Lin stretched out her hand to scrape the bridge of his nose, and then put her hands together for him, sneering: "You can come even if you are sick, but I can't come?"

"How dare I say that," Feng Lang looked at Feng Jue again, and said with a smile, "Sister A Jue lied to me, saying that you went to rest, so you wanted to surprise me?"

Feng Lin smiled even bigger: "It's not that I haven't seen it before, what kind of surprise is there?" He paused, avoiding Feng Jue's shy eyes, and whispered, "Well, I asked sister to hide it from you first. of."

"Of course I'm pleasantly surprised, brother looks better than before."

Feng Lin shook her head: "That's my friend on the mountain you haven't seen, Baopuzi's personal disciple, that's really beautiful...Forget it, it's bad luck to mention that guy, don't mention him."

Feng Lang caught his attention, and asked, "Does that elder brother like him very much?"

"Just him?" Feng Lin sneered, "If he wasn't better at fighting than me, he would have died thousands of times already."

"...But I am indeed stronger than before." Feng Lin was silent for a while, then suddenly raised her face seriously, "I can protect you all now."

Feng Jue was slightly startled, and subconsciously smiled: "How can we be so weak?"

"Okay!" Feng Lang, unlike Feng Jue, immediately cheered and agreed, and said with a smile, "I will also protect my sister and brother—I swear!"

"Just you?" Feng Lin laughed angrily, and poked him on the forehead, "It's just you, a sick child, you should be thankful for saving your life."

"What!—I swear." Feng Lang opened his hand, and said with a half smile and half annoyed, "I, even though I'm sick, I will definitely protect A Jue's sister and brother, I swear, I will protect you even if I risk my life.”

Feng Lin only took him as a joke, but Feng Jue didn't have the heart to tear things apart, and answered in a decent manner: "Okay, then I can rely on my two younger brothers to support me."

Feng Lin raised her hand helplessly, and sighed: "Okay, okay, you always like to toss these false things."

At the moment when the two swords crossed and the blood was blooming, Feng Henwan pulled Zhong Xuan over and said, "Close your eyes."

The battle in the building was pitch black, but outside the building, there was a little bit of rain flying.

The world was shocked, and the wind and rain wept together.

Amidst the clanging and criss-crossing sounds of metal and stone, a string of the zither soundlessly snapped.

The seven-string paulownia xylophone named Nine Strings has eight strings remaining from now on.