With the departure of murongxuan's dormitory, there are only four people left in the huge Classroom: Mr. Lang, Chen Feng, Zheng Zhirong and Nangong Mengdie.

Nangong Mengdie guesses that Mr. Lang discovered the difference in Chen Feng's sword technique and wanted to stay to help explain.

Zheng Zhirong was concerned about Chen Feng and worried that teacher Lang would do something to Chen Feng because of his sudden improvement in sword skills, so he stayed and prepared to help him when necessary.

But Mr. Lang obviously didn't want to leave Zheng Zhirong in his mind. He glared at him and said, "what are you doing here? All out. "

"May..." Zheng Zhirong also wanted to explain, but Mr. Lang didn't look at him at all. He couldn't say anything half way.

Chen Feng didn't want to embarrass Zheng Zhirong and advised them to leave: "you go first. There must be a reason for Mr. Lang to stay here."

Nangong Mengdie and Zheng Zhirong had to leave the classroom. Zheng Zhirong turned to Chen Feng one step and three times and said, "Hey, OK, if you have something, you can call me."

Until Nangong Mengdie and Zheng Zhirong walked out of the classroom, teacher Lang hummed: "hum, these two boys still attach great importance to love and righteousness."

"Zhirong people are very good. The careless students like him. It's his good fortune to be your apprentice. Mengdie is cold and warm outside. They are all my good friends." Chen Feng held Zheng Zhirong in his hand, and then helped him to leave a good image in front of Mr. lang. then he asked himself, "Mr. Lang, don't you know what you're doing here?"

Mr. Lang went to Chen Feng and looked directly into Chen Feng's eyes, as if to see through him: "I ask you, is the sword technique you used today taught you by Nangong Magic Butterfly? You must answer me truthfully

Chen Feng felt the huge momentum from Mr. Lang, and it was difficult to breathe. Ordinary people did not dare to easily annoy him because they knew that Mr. Lang was the king of Ji. Now Mr. Lang stood in front of himself and asked questions in such a serious way, which was even more terrible than he had imagined, which really made him feel a little overwhelmed.

Mr. Lang saw that Chen Feng could still keep a step forward even though some enemies he had met couldn't do it. He was so excited that he didn't give Chen Feng any chance to relax. He still looked at him sharply.

Chen Feng's feet trembled uncontrollably. He was just a rookie in school. He could hardly support him in the face of teacher Lang's amazing momentum. Just when he wanted to give up running away from teacher Lang, a gentle force came from his pocket watch, which soothed his fear and made him stick to it again.

"Are the spirits of my father and mother protecting me?" Although she managed to keep her standing posture, the cold sweat on Chen Feng's forehead still came out: "it's a pity that I haven't found the enemy yet. I can't avenge you."

Chen Feng's performance is beyond Lang's expectation. If he sticks to the limit, he will be hurt. So he put up his momentum and said, "how do you do it? I haven't seen anyone among the students who can resist my momentum. "

Chen Feng squatted down powerless and supported her body with her hands on the ground: "I don't know. I couldn't hold on to it. It's just because the relics left by my parents helped me."

"Relics? Can you show it to me? " Mr. Lang asked Chen Feng to show him.

After a short rest, Chen Feng managed to recover some strength. She took out the pocket watch from her arms and put it into teacher Lang's hand: "this is the pocket watch my parents picked up for me, and then they were..."

"Well, if I have a chance, I will help you to investigate the details of the Qiantang River campaign." Mr. Lang carefully grasped the pocket watch in his hand and looked at it from left to right. Unfortunately, he could not see anything special in it. He returned it to Chen Feng: "this pocket watch is no different. I think it may be your own psychological function. It's very good that you can support it at a young age."

Chen Feng doesn't think so. He really feels the power of the pocket watch. But since Mr. Lang doesn't believe him, he can't explain it. I think it's the same. No matter who he talks to, he thinks he's talking nonsense.

"To get to the point, I ask you what is the relationship between the sword technique you are using today and Nangong Magic Butterfly?" Mr. Lang coughed gently and continued to ask the original question. This time, he did not show the momentum just now, so that Chen Feng could speak well.

Chen Feng did not dare to hide from Mr. Lang: "do you see that? The sword technique I used today was taught to me by illusory butterfly in the morning. "

"No wonder, although you can't give full play to the power of this sword technique, I can see its power. What Nangong huandie taught you must be the secret martial arts of their family. Are you not afraid to get into trouble?" Mr. Lang got the answer she wanted, and she was even more angry that Chen Feng was so hasty in learning this sword technique.

"Huan die said that no one in her family could master this sword technique, and the sword score was also burned in the fire. So even if she taught me it, the people in her family could not see it. But I wanted to get stronger before I could avenge my parents. So I learned it. Do you think that's not good, Mr. Lang?" Chen Feng knew that Mr. Lang was for his own good, so she just talked about the reasons for her study and wanted to hear his opinions.

After listening to Chen Feng's words, Mr. Lang was a little relieved. The student didn't have a brain to learn: "if so, it's not impossible. As long as no one in the Nangong family knows this sword technique, you have a chance to muddle through. Do you want to answer when you are asked why you have the same sword technique?"Chen Feng said the reason why Nangong Magic Butterfly thought: "well, if it is found out that it is improper, we will say that it is a sword manual picked up while playing outside, and then we will learn to learn it together."

Mr. Lang turned his eyes and looked down on the reason: "it's just fair to say, but most people won't believe it. You can pick up the peerless sword manual in the wild. Do you think it's possible."

"Really not? But how to say that? We can't think of any other reason. It would be more ridiculous not to say so. " Chen Feng scratched her head in agony. They didn't have a good idea about how to explain the Luoying colorful sword taught by Nangong huandie. Now they just want to learn it well and find an excuse casually. In case someone holds on to it, he will do something else. Anyway, the sword score has been burned, and no one has any evidence.

Mr. Lang put his hand on Chen Feng's shoulder and made a decision: "well, in the future, if anyone asks about it, you can say it's my sword score. I don't like double swords, so I'll teach it to you. I didn't expect that the effect would be extraordinary. This kind of words can barely stop some people's mouths."

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