The next day, Lu Chengfeng was woken up by his senior brother Ling Feng, who was tugging his ears. When he woke up, it was already dusk. The second senior sister and Zhui Feng had disappeared. Only the senior brother approached him with a dark face. He smelled

After smelling the smell of alcohol on Lu Chengfeng's body, he had a serious look on his face, his thick eyebrows were furrowed, and he swung his sleeves and said, "You are so weak, and you still drink with them! All of them, it's really outrageous!"

"Fortunately, he didn't know that we secretly drank Master's drunk red plum." Lu Chengfeng was secretly happy.

Ling Feng is the most upright and upright person among them. As the eldest brother, he often performs the duties of discipline. Because his residence is known as Liuyun Pavilion, and because he is the oldest in the sect, has the highest martial arts, and

He has always been steady and self-possessed, and was nicknamed "Liuyunge Xiaoge Lao".

Of course it was me, Lu Chengfeng, who came up with such an incisive nickname! Lu Chengfeng suddenly felt that he was three points lower than Ling Feng, and his confidence was rising. Unfortunately, Liuyun Pavilion,

Whether Yun Yun can be retained or not is not yet known, but no one has ever dared to stay even half a step longer, Lu Chengfeng sighed in his heart.

The eldest brother is also famous for being strict and hard-working. I wonder what is waiting for him next? When they were young, he and Zhui Feng were often whipped by the eldest brother.

No! You must take me to see the master! Lu Chengfeng suddenly backed down. "Elder brother! Let me go and come back!" After that, he turned around and ran away.

"Come back! We're just going to see Master, why are we running?" Ling Feng gently hooked his collar with his index finger and dragged him back with just a little force.

"I'm not running away, senior brother, I need to go to the toilet!" Lu Chengfeng said plausibly.

"Okay, I'll come with you." Ling Feng blocked his escape route with one hand, and leaned against the tree next to him with the other hand, saying.

"I have a stomachache, you know." Lu Chengfeng covered his stomach with both hands and screamed.

Ling Feng just leaned against the tree and looked at him motionless, smiling without saying a word.

This trick didn't work, so Lu Chengfeng had no choice but to pat his butt helplessly, stand up, and follow him obediently.

Strange to say, Lu Chengfeng had been to Tianqi Palace and to the guillotine. He was used to seeing big scenes and was making small calculations.

, He is not afraid of heaven and earth, but he is only afraid of his master. This kind of fear contains three parts of awe of respecting his master, one part of which is more than the trust of his relatives, and perhaps another three parts of caution for fear of disappointing him.

An ancient saying goes, "You feel more timid when you are close to home." After returning here after three years of absence, Lu Chengfeng finally understood what a mixed feeling this was, and his thoughts suddenly drifted far away...

Everything starts with his inexplicable time travel...

He was born on June 1, 1991, Earth's AD. Since his birth date happened to be Children's Day, his parents gave him a catchy and memorable name - Lu Yi. Yes, his father

It just so happens that my surname is Lu.

In that life, he had an ordinary name, an ordinary appearance, an ordinary destiny, and worked as an ordinary bank clerk in an ordinary bank. Everything about him was so ordinary. Until

That day, a group of robbers broke in with guns. As he was on duty in the lobby, his first reaction was to take out his mobile phone and dial 110. While the call was still being connected, he heard a deafening gunshot and he was hit.

The bullet fell.

After waking up, I found that I had turned into a five-year-old child, wearing tattered clothes and barely covering my body. He was holding half of an equally dirty bun tightly in his dirty little hands.

His feet were scarred, his body was covered with bruises and bruises, and he shivered in the corner of the alley.

What dynasty is this? He looked at the passers-by on the roadside. Everyone was wearing classical clothes. They were obviously in the feudal dynasty, but he couldn't tell which dynasty it was. It's not often written in novels about traveling to the Ming Dynasty and becoming a prince.

, I traveled to the Qing Dynasty and became a princess, etc. It was my turn, why was it so miserable? Could it be that the identity I traveled through was a little beggar living on the street who was almost beaten to death for stealing half a steamed bun?

He tried hard to recall, but he couldn't remember the past memory of this body. I think this poor child passed away quietly like the little match girl on a cold night in an inconspicuous corner.

.Infinite bitterness suddenly surged into his heart.

"Finally found you! I can guard Yangcheng

He was turned inside out!" Someone picked him up and wrapped him tightly in his open fur. "Poor child, don't be afraid. From now on, just follow me."

He saw little tears flashing in the visitor's eyes, and his expression and tone were the same as the big fur, with indescribable warmth. He nodded vigorously.

"From today on, you are my disciple. From now on, your name will be Chengfeng." The master touched his head with a warm hand, his eyes full of pity.

So, he followed his master to this place - Biyun Valley, and became the fifth direct disciple of Tantric Buddhism.

Here, he spent ten years of carefree life. Every day, he fought with Zhui Feng, acted coquettishly to his senior sister, was taught martial arts by his senior brother, and studied strange poisons with his third senior brother. At that time,

Master always looked at these juniors from a distance, with loving eyes like looking at his own children. Why didn't they regard Master as a strict teacher but also a loving father?

Ten years passed by in a blink of an eye. When he was fifteen years old, the arrival of an uninvited guest broke his simple and beautiful time.

He still remembered that the man came riding a tall five-flowered horse. He was dressed in rich and luxurious clothes and was majestic. He was different from ordinary people. The man who came was holding a gold-lettered waist plate of the royal palace and claimed to be the crown prince's personal guard. When he opened the shirt on his chest,

When they saw the cinnabar mole on his chest and the black stone covered with strange symbols that he had worn since childhood, they swore that he was the illegitimate son of the reigning king! In other words, he was the great prince.

The grandson of Jingguo!

After the master read the handwritten letter with the seal of the crowned king, he didn't say much, and just told him, "When you grow up, it's time to see the outside world!" After saying this, he let him go.

Once this is gone, I suddenly look back, and it has been years since I passed away.

Is it a blessing or a misfortune to become the grandson of the emperor? Lu Chengfeng can no longer answer the question now. But at the age of fifteen, he must have been very excited. When he stepped into the gate of Jinghua City for the first time, he only felt young and energetic.
Chapter completed!