The Order of Purple Thorn

"Not bad, just messing around for a while." Nan Feng said with a smile.

"We siblings just came out of your residence, it's rare for us to see you here, but you're still not here." Yi Xuan cast a glance at Nan Feng.

"I'm sorry, I was feeling a little stuffy just now. I came out to take a walk." Nan Feng said apologetically.

After chatting with the Yi Lin siblings and listening to Yi Lin's persuasion, Nan Feng returned to his residence.

"This guy, was clearly the first to recognize us. Right now, his relationship with Ao Wushuang is not bad, so he doesn't pay much attention to us!" muttered to herself. She felt that it would be hard for Nan Feng to communicate, so she went to find Nan Feng today in order to persuade him to work hard.

Yi Lin shook his head, "little sister, the truth might be different from what we thought, he himself doesn't want to communicate with others, furthermore, his current condition is not too good, he has offended some powerful being, so he does not wish to bring trouble to others. As for Ao Wushuang, that fellow has always been looking for Nan Feng, showing that he does not mind the trouble.

Yi Xuan thought for a moment and nodded his head, she felt that what elder brother said was reasonable, they had originally been worried about their relationship with Nan Feng, because their family and the Bolton Family had an interaction with each other, when they were chatting with the siblings today, they felt that there was no need to mind that, so they went to find Nan Feng. Yi Xuan enjoyed Nan Feng's music, so he wanted to advise Nan Feng to work hard to improve.

After returning to his residence, Nan Feng began his second round of training. Yi Lin had said that the freshmen would be tested after three months.

Practice it! Even though it was hard work, Nan Feng felt that it was worth it. He loved martial arts and he felt a sense of accomplishment carrying a Hundred Sabres on his back.

The days were very dull, so Nan Feng's life was only for a short period of two. He didn't usually go to Book Pavilion or his place of residence, but in his place, there were two more guests. The two of them had a different view of Nan Feng. A while ago, they felt that Nan Feng did not seek for more, but after coming here a few times, they saw that Nan Feng was cultivating harder than them.

What made Nan Feng even more conflicted was that Yi Xuan would let him play a song whenever he had nothing else to do.

In addition, she had also come here twice before. Both times when she came, it was time for the new Student to go to the training grounds to train.

On this day, when Nan Feng was on his way to the Book Pavilion, he met Bo Dunsha and Lan Ding.

"Blight of playthings, a worm in the Student." Bo Dunsha looked at Nan Feng with extreme contempt.

Nan Feng would usually read the books in the Book Pavilion as a form of relaxation.

A month passed, and Nan Feng's progress was not bad, as he cultivated to the level of a third level Martial Disciple.

This kind of progress caused Nan Feng's enthusiasm for cultivation to soar even higher. His cultivation exploded with a punch, blasting the skin sandbag into poof poof.

"Nice practice." He Yi, who was wearing a set of cyan rotunda, walked into the courtyard.

"He Yi is here, please take a seat!" Nan Feng waved his hands and put the Hundred Sabres back into its scabbard. He then went to the side of the water jar and washed his face and face with water before boiling it again.

"It looks like the lack of Supervisor does not affect your cultivation and progress." He said after sitting down.

"It doesn't matter if others look down on you, it's fine that you think highly of yourself. They didn't choose me because they have no eyes, whoever is my Supervisor, whoever is my Master, I will definitely give them face, fight for face, and make them proud of me." Nan Feng ignited the fire, and the stone went to fetch water. Since the guests had come, making tea was the most basic of etiquette.

"Well said, you will achieve something." After He Yi heard what Nan Feng said, he nodded his head in satisfaction, because Nan Feng's attitude was right.

"A noble king would rather work hard than have a son. His hard work will pay off." Nan Feng said as he sat down.

"My lord, there is a seed in your heart..." "What does that mean?" He Yi was stunned for a moment.

"Ugh …" "The general meaning is that power and nobility are not inborn, and are not the patents of nobility. Ordinary people can also fight for them through hard work." Nan Feng was also startled, when he thought about it, there were some famous words that no one understood from his memories.

"It's a very profound principle. You don't have a lot of people, so you should be able to see the situation very clearly. In the eyes of the people, the kings, or their ancestors, are all just commoners." Looking at Nan Feng, He Yi's eyes lit up, because many people were content with their current situation, they felt that everything was fate's arrangement. Being born from a rich family, no matter what fate was, one would have to submit to it if they were born from a commoner's family, but Nan Feng did not think that way.

He asked if Nan Feng was puzzled and told him that he had a question once again before he went to find her. After which, he left Nan Feng's courtyard.

After walking a distance, He Yi heard loud banging sounds. He turned around to look at Nan Feng's courtyard and nodded, "Looks like Nanyang Hou and I didn't misjudge you."

Having come to Nan Feng's place a few times, He Yi was very satisfied. Not only was Nan Feng's progress not bad, the most important thing was that he was very satisfied with Nan Feng's way of thinking and attitude.

In the morning, Nan Feng had been cultivating for a while and a young woman came over, "You are called Nan Feng right? He Yi has an order. He said that when you go to Summer Palace to cultivate during the day, I will come to pick you up. "

"He Yi called me over?" Nan Feng was startled.

"Yes, that's what my master told me." The woman said.

Nan Feng nodded his head and followed along. He did not know what He Yi meant, but he knew that He Yi was a big shot. Yi Lin and Yi Xuan rushed towards He Yi's Title, but they did not become He Yi's disciples.

The Summer Palace was in the core region of the Tieshan Academy, their exclusive residence.

After entering, after walking for a while, Nan Feng saw a garden full of food and was sitting on a bamboo chair, reading a book.

"You're here, stay here and cultivate as you please. If you have any requirements, tell her that she is called Ah Li." He Yi pointed at the girl that brought Nan Feng here.

"Then I'll have to trouble Big Sister." Nan Feng nodded to the lady who brought him here.

The woman did not speak. She only nodded her head and bowed towards He Yi before taking her leave.

After thinking for a while, Nan Feng returned to his living quarters and carried the leathery sandbag over. Then, he hung it from a big tree in the Summer Palace.

Feeling that it was not bad, Nan Feng immediately started to punch and kick the sandbag.

This made Ah Li, who was eating tea, frown. She knew that he liked the silence, but Nan Feng had made too much noise.

Ah Li opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by He Yi.