Snow streaks across the Datong Mountains, colouring them white and silver.
It was the end of November and the snowy landscape had arrived early in the northern part of the country.
Holding a pale yellow paper umbrella, Feng Jiu slowly walked along the mountain road towards the bottom of the mountain. When the students along the way saw Feng Jiu, they made way for him so that this senior brother, who was gaining in status, could go first.
It had been more than a year since he had acquired the power of the “Black Heavenly Book”. In the past year, after Feng Jiu had obtained his martial arts skills, he had really started to show his talents that he could not reveal before.
Moreover, Feng Jiu’s friendship skills are even weaker than his martial arts skills. After acquiring martial arts skills that could be the basis of his survival, Feng Jiu completely left behind his past cynicism and was able to talk to most of the students at the academy, gradually gathering a large group of people around him to help him.
Apart from the dean’s disciple Feng Qiwu, Feng Jiu can be said to be the head of the academy’s students. The more grounded Feng Jiu is more popular than the noble Feng Qiuwu.
However, this Feng Jiu, who is hidden as the head of the academy’s students, looks a bit formal before he arrives at a certain mansion at the bottom of Datong Mountain.
Although it was not obvious on the surface, if one observed carefully, one could notice that after entering this mansion, Feng Jiu had collected his aura of being a caller in the academy and subconsciously lowered his body, and his stride was also a little shorter.
”That man, his strength is even more terrifying.”
Just after entering the door, Feng Jiu could not help but feel a sinking pressure, constantly reminding herself of the terror of the one in the courtyard, and ——
the supreme control he had over himself.
Nearly a year of rearing had allowed Feng Jiu to develop an extraordinary aura that was difficult to live under, but at this moment, before seeing that person, what was in his heart was empty. The aura, the conviction, all of it had vanished into nothing, leaving only awe and fear.
With this complex feeling of awe or fear, Feng Jiu stepped into the open courtyard.
At this moment, snow was still falling from the sky, but whenever the snowflakes approached within three feet of the figure in black, they seemed to fall onto a smooth, invisible wall, sliding down in a smooth curve.
The man was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, one hand leaning against the stone table as he studied the bamboo slip in his hand. There was also a small teapot and two teacups on the stone table.
The small teapot was just sitting on the cold stone table, but white smoke was rising from the mouth of the pot, as if there was an invisible furnace that was adding heat to the bottom of the teapot.
Feng Jiu’s pupils shrank slightly when he witnessed this scene. After that, he slowly bent down and bowed, “Brother Meng.”
It was clearly an equal address, but Feng Jiu had completely placed himself in a position of inferiority. The sinking pressure in his heart was a constant reminder to Feng Jiu that he and the other party, were not equals.
“Here you are,” Qing Yu lifted his head, “sit.”
“You’re just in time, and the tea is just warming up.”
“You ——” Feng Jiu raised his head, but saw a completely unrecognisable face, the person sitting there was not the person he thought was Meng De, but a teenager who looked just 18 or 19 years old.
Qing Yu smiled lightly and touched his face, “You feel strange? This face of mine.”
“Actually, it’s a bit strange to me too, obviously it’s my own face.”
Qing Yu smiled to himself, he did not know how long it had been since he had shown his real face to people, although it had only been a year and a half since he had left Yang Cheng, but in this year and a half, the number of times Qing Yu had seen his original face was only a handful.
Whether it is a disguised fake face or a bronze mask, if you wear it for a long time, you may even forget what you look like.
Feng Jiu knew that the man named “Meng De” had a miraculous disguise technique, but he did not expect that even Meng De’s face was a fake.
The real “Meng De” was such a young boy, yes, he didn’t even look twenty yet, so it was not too much to call him a boy.
“What should I call you?” Feng Jiu looked at Qing Yu and asked deeply.
“Just call me ‘Gongzi Yu’, I still like that name.”
Qing Yu did not say his real name, revealing his true face was one thing, saying his real name was another.
A year and a half had pa*sed, and the face of Qing Yu in his formative years had changed, not to say drastically, but those who were not familiar with him would find it hard to recognise the Qing Yu that was now there. There are very few, if any, people who are familiar with Kiyoharu. Probably only Li Xin counts as half of them.
The most important reason, of course, was that Qing Yu already had the strength to show his face. This is especially important.
But if one were to give one’s real name, it would be a different story. Combined with the young age, it would easily remind people of the Xuan Fa disciple who had died.
“Yes, meet Gongzi Yu.”
Despite the serious suspicion that this name, which was now famous all over the jianghu, was still a fake name, Feng Jiu did not raise a question out loud.
Seeing this long-lost man this time, an unprecedented sense of straightness surged in Feng Jiu’s heart, understanding the other party’s terror and his control over himself, his complete control.
At Feng Jiu’s low stance, Qing Yu only smiled slightly.
He knew the emotions in Feng Jiu’s heart, and Feng Jiu, who was still at the Innate Stage, was unable to block the prying eyes of the “Heavenly Son’s Lookout Technique”.
Moreover, through the connection between the robber and the slave, this prying was more intuitive, obvious and deep.
In contrast, Feng Jiu could also use this to feel the terror of Qing Yu.
The “Black Heavenly Book” was worthy of being a four-star martial art, after advancing to the Divine Origin, it had actually developed to such an extent that after the robber master reached the Divine Origin realm, the robber slave could be said to have no way to escape. Even if there was a fish monk willing to help Feng Jiu at this moment, it would not be able to isolate Feng Jiu and Qing Yu’s connection.
“You came here to replenish your true qi, right?” Qing Yu smiled playfully.
After a long time in captivity, it was inevitable that Feng Jiu would get some thoughts that he shouldn’t, and this was something that was hard to change even after repeated hypnosis.
If she hadn’t vaguely resisted Qing Yu, Feng Jiu wouldn’t have known that she was coming to see him only today. To be clear, Qing Yu had been staying here under the Datong Mountain for almost a month.
“Please forgive me, the academy only closes once a month, I ——”
“There is no need to explain.” Qing Yu waved his hand to interrupt Feng Jiu.
The academy only had a break once a month and could not go down the mountain for the rest of the time. This was a problem for ordinary students, not for Feng Jiu.
After all, even Jin Mingxuan had sneaked down the mountain from time to time back then, let alone Feng Jiu. With his current status, he could go to the mountain openly, and as long as he had a valid reason, he could get the lecturer’s approval directly.
Taking a break from work was just an excuse.
Feng Jiu also thought of this, and at this moment, he could not help but curse himself for having fainted earlier when he deeply felt Qing Yu’s strength.
