Early in the morning, mist enveloped the entire backyard.

Under an old tree with new leaves, a figure sat cross-legged, breathing, but it was Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng's expression was calm, motionless, his hair and eyebrows were all stained with some mist, obviously he had been sitting quietly here for a long time.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, Jiang Feng's face, which had always been quite quiet, suddenly changed a little, only to see him open his mouth and spit out, exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, that breath spewed out from the depths of his throat, if there was substance, it did not immediately dissipate into the air, but went straight through the thin mist, blowing towards the young grass that sprouted on the ground.

This breath blew like a sharp sword piercing out, and all the young grass was crushed, leaving a shallow groove on the ground.

"Huh?" Jiang Feng's eyes opened at this moment, and he looked at the groove, his brows furrowed.

"What a horrible breath." Rao is breath was spit out by him, and Jiang Feng was secretly frightened.

Because it was clear, there were traces of sword qi in the young grass that had been swept away, and in the grooves on the ground, it was like a sharp sword sweeping through, Jiang Feng thought to himself, with his current cultivation, it would be extremely difficult to do this.

Naturally, Jiang Feng also knew that the sword qi in that breath had nothing to do with him, but because of the sword qi that he had devoured into his body.

Time, about ten days have passed since Jiang Feng woke up, and in these ten days, with the cooperation of Tianyin, Jiang Feng's external injuries have improved by nearly seventy percent.

But the sword qi in his body, erasing Cheng dù, is less than thirty percent, and the further he goes, the more difficult it is to erase the sword qi in his body, the higher the difficulty Cheng dù is, every time he erases a little, it is to make Jiang Feng suffer great pain, which is overwhelming.

Jiang Feng has been thinking about a way to solve this problem recently, but he has used a lot of means, but they have not had much effect.

And at this moment, he spat out a breath containing sword qi, and Jiang Feng finally realized that maybe the sword qi that had penetrated into his body would be with him for a long time.

There is no way to erase it, so it can only be allowed to swim in the body, although on the surface, there will not be too much abnormality, but Jiang Feng knows that it is definitely like carrying a time bomb.

No one knows when the bomb will explode, let alone how powerful and sequelae the bomb will be after it explodes.

"However, so far, except for the sequelae caused by the backlash of the sword qi when I cast that sword, in the past ten days, I have not felt the hidden dangers left by this sword in my body, which is very strange." Jiang Feng muttered to himself softly, a little confused.

"Is it because my strength is too low to control that sword that I have such an accident?" Jiang Feng thought about it and thought about it, but he always felt that things might not be as simple as he thought.

After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Feng found that the more he thought about it, the more he doubted, so he simply stopped thinking about it and got up.

Jiang Feng decided to go to the little living Buddha, speaking of which, he has been at the Shui family for more than ten days, it's time to take a look?

The little living Buddha was also locked up in the backyard of the Shui family, where there was a special person guarding it twenty-four hours a day, when Jiang Feng came over, the caretaker saw Jiang Feng and was busy greeting respectfully.

If Jiang Feng killed Guo Jing and killed Guo Lao, and wiped out half of the Guo family with his own strength, it is already extremely amazing, then Jiang Feng killed Guo Lao Ma again, especially after several old ladies joined forces to defeat Guo Lao Mada, it is powerless to make people even marvel, which can only be described as terrifying.

A young man in his twenties, what a terrifying talent does it take to have the strength to fight with a heaven-level master at such an age.

Such a character, the Shui family treats him as a guest, and because Shui Qingqian and Jiang Feng have a great relationship, the people of the Shui family have a great impression of this, but also have great awe, and dare not have any contempt.

Jiang Feng nodded, in response, and said, "The little living Buddha has been locked up here?"

The man hurriedly said, "It's always there."

"Did he do anything?" Jiang Feng asked again.

The man said, "Because the head of the house has greeted us, we have been very close to the little living Buddha, and we are worried that he will run away, but he doesn't seem to have any intention of escaping.

"Sitting?" Jiang Feng smiled, said a sigh of work, and strode into the room.

This place, the location is quite remote, few people come, neglect the situation, after the beginning of spring, the yard is overgrown with weeds.

Entering the courtyard, Jiang Feng saw the little living Buddha, the little living Buddha sat quietly on the cushion in the middle of the room, turned the Buddha beads in his hand, and chanted softly in his mouth.

The door of the room was not closed, and all of them were swept away by Jiang Feng, and without hesitation, Jiang Feng entered the room.

I don't know how long no one had been here in this room before the little living Buddha was imprisoned, the corners of the room were covered with thick cobwebs, and a thick layer of dust had fallen on the furniture and floor.

However, the body of the little living Buddha is very clean, there is no dust at all, and it looks quite an otherworldly atmosphere.

Jiang Feng stood behind the little living Buddha and snorted coldly: "I don't respect the Buddha. [,!], why do you chant the Buddha?"

"If you don't respect the Buddha, it doesn't mean that you don't have reverence in your heart. The little living Buddha sighed lightly and said slowly.

"You want to break free and get out of the cage, but you can't even get out of this level of your own, how ridiculous." Jiang Feng sneered.

"Yes, I'm conflicted." The little living Buddha sighed again.

"You're going to sue me, you're regretting it?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Not really, I don't regret it." The little living Buddha shook his head resolutely, turned around, looked at Jiang Feng with a firm gaze, and said word by word: "I will never regret it."

"Say it twice, do you want to convince me, or do you want to convince yourself?" Jiang Feng said expressionlessly.

The little living Buddha was slightly stunned, and said with a wry smile: "Perhaps, it is to convince myself, Master Jiang has great wisdom, and he woke me up in this muddy nightmare dream, and the little monk is grateful."

"But you can't convince yourself that if you could, you'd be out of here." Jiang Feng said lightly.

"This ...... Where to start?" A trace of confusion flashed in the little living Buddha's eyes, and he said: "I am detained here, and there are people watching me all day long, so I want to leave, how can I leave?"

"If you want to leave, who in the Shui family can stop you except me and the injured old lady Shui?" Jiang Feng's voice sank.

"Little monk, I'm getting more and more puzzled, what does Master Jiang mean by this?" The little living Buddha is becoming more and more confused.

"After the incident of the ancestral land of the Twelve Cultivation Families of Wulong Mountain, I stayed in Los Angeles, and the hotel where I lived, there was a little thief, and the thief turned all the things I was carrying, but not for money, you say, what is he for?" Jiang Feng didn't explain anything, but asked.

"The act of thieves has always been only for money, although they are not a great evil, but what they do is still despicable, Jiang Shizhu said that there have been thieves in the room, but not for money, I don't understand this." The little living Buddha said.

"After I chased out of the hotel, I found the thief's cunzài, I originally wanted to catch him, but unfortunately, after chasing him for a while, I chased him away, and the strength of the thief was very impressive." Jiang Feng said again.

The little living Buddha was stunned and said: "Master Jiang, your cultivation is amazing, and you have chased and lost a thief, which is really unbelievable."

After a slight pause, the little living Buddha said: "It seems that the strength of that thief is very strong, in that case, why do you want to be a thief? This makes the little monk incomprehensible."

"It's not for money, it's naturally for other things, the attraction of that kind of thing is enough to make a master of that strength willing to be a thief, such a simple truth, with the wisdom of the little living Buddha, you can't figure it out? Unless, you are talking nonsense at all, because that thief is you." Jiang Feng said with a smile.

The little living Buddha's face changed quietly, hearing this, how could he not understand, although Jiang Feng was speaking in a playful tone, Jiang Feng had already determined that the "hairy thief" was him.

"Master Jiang's eyes are like torches, it seems that he can't hide anything from you, I'm ashamed, that thief is indeed a little monk. The little living Buddha knew that in this case, there was no need to conceal it at all, so he admitted it directly and generously.

"Is it really you?" Jiang Feng lost his voice and said, "How could it be you?"

With the wisdom of the little living Buddha, how could he not see that Jiang Feng was deliberately pretending to be surprised, so he became more and more ashamed and chanted again and again.

But when he heard Jiang Feng suddenly laugh, he shook his hand, threw a piece of black paper in front of the little living Buddha, and said, "You are that thief, what you did, is this such a thing?"

The black paper was thrown away by Jiang Feng and fell in front of the little living Buddha, the little living Buddha reached out and took it, and he could hold it in his hand, the little living Buddha's eyes couldn't help flashing a trace of greed, and he almost impulsively grabbed the black paper, but in the end, he still restrained this impulse.

Because the little living Buddha knew that since Jiang Feng dared to throw this black paper in front of him so casually, he didn't worry about what he did at all, if he couldn't control the greed in his heart, he was afraid that as soon as that hand stretched out, it would be a death.

"Yes." The little living Buddha said, with a sigh in his heart, that time he sneaked into the hotel, and what he was looking for was this black paper, but right now, the black paper was close in front of him, but he didn't dare to reach out and hold it in his hand, which made him feel powerless, and his expression was inadvertently a little more depressed.

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