Chapter Twenty-Nine: Goodbye Mother
Jiang Feng paused and said: "But today's matter, if you spit out half a word, I will definitely crush your bones and scatter ashes, detain your soul into my soul refining banner, and let you never be reborn!" In the last sentence, Jiang Feng stared at his eyes and said with a fierce expression. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Wei Da looked at Jiang Feng in a daze, and after a while, he said with a straight face: "Thank you, Your Excellency, for not killing you." After speaking, he looked at Situ Lei in the wheelchair again, as if he wanted to say something, but the words came to his mouth and swallowed again. He took a few steps back and bowed respectfully to Situ Lei, then stood up and walked away without looking back. Jiang Feng looked at Wei Da's back, and said in his heart: "This person is a man, he can afford to let go, even in the face of a strong man like him, he is still not afraid at the last moment, and his behavior is not inappropriate. ā
Jiang Feng leaned down and looked at Situ Lei carefully, at this moment he was like an idiot, delirious, with a demented face, and muttering vague words that no one else could understand. Jiang Feng couldn't help but let out a sigh, he was originally a hero of the rivers and lakes, an immortal cultivator, and now he has reached such a point. The reason for this is that I am afraid that it is inseparable from the word "greed". Greed can make people lustful, get carried away, do things that they can't estimate, and greed can make people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. Jiang Feng couldn't help but remind himself that the fate of these people was a warning for his future path to immortal cultivation.
Jiang Feng took off Situ Lei's storage bag, and couldn't help but be secretly happy. Well, the storage bags he had dreamed of now had two at once. He sank his divine sense into it, and there were not too many things in the two storage bags, each containing a dozen spirit stones. There was also a piece of exercise "Chiyan Jue" and a few bottles of pills plus two talismans in the storage bag of the Chiyan Dao people, Jiang Feng opened it and saw that it read "Yiqi Pill". Jiang Feng took a closer look and sniffed it, although the pill could not be compared to the Flame Pill, it was also a standing medicinal material for monks to replenish their spiritual energy. Jiang Feng didn't recognize the patterns on the two talismans, but judging from the shape, they should be the fireball talismans commonly used by immortal cultivators.
However, there was a sign in Situ Lei's storage bag, a throwing knife and two small porcelain bottles. Jiang Feng picked up the brand first, and saw that the brand was simple in shape, and there were two strange beasts engraved on the upper end of the brand, which looked mysterious and solemn. As soon as the brand was acquired, Jiang Feng felt very heavy, as if it was forged from some special metal. The front of this brand is written with three big characters of "Hundred Forging Mountain", these words are written with iron painting silver hooks, and the majestic look is the style of the great sect, and the reverse side of the brand is written with the word worship.
A few days ago, Situ Lei said that some major sects would set aside some opportunities to give worship cards to those who have a better relationship or to those who have a good relationship or to the scattered cultivators in the world. Whoever obtains this item and completes the specified task will be able to get the entry qualification. According to what the golden-winged eagle said, the worship task of the Hundred Forging Mountain was the Fire Heart Orchid!" Jiang Feng was overjoyed when he saw it, which meant that he had a chance to officially join the sect, and it was also the Hundred Forging Mountain, which was famous for refining weapons!
Jiang Feng checked Situ Lei's flying knife again, and that day in the Jiangwan Town Restaurant, Jiang Feng had heard that the deputy hall master of the king had mentioned that Situ Lei's knife was strange and abnormal, and he never left a living mouth. Now he holds it in his hand, only to see that this flying knife is as thin as a cicada's wings, the blade faintly has the pattern of autumn cicada wings, and the handle of the knife is engraved with the word "cicada song". Jiang Feng pinched the handle of the knife with three fingers, pouring a trace of mana into the flying knife. Slowly, the flying knife became transparent, the blade of the knife kept shaking, and the sound of cicadas in the air was overwhelming, and the sound was everywhere, only making people uneasy. Jiang Feng waved his hand casually, only to see that the flying knife disappeared into the void in an instant, and after the next breath, it had been deeply slashed on the stone drum dozens of zhang away.
"The speed is so amazing, it's really a Yin magic weapon!" Jiang Feng couldn't help but be secretly afraid after seeing the power of this flying knife. The exquisiteness of this cicada's singing knife is exquisite, and when it is cast, it can first disturb people's minds with sound, and then fly the knife extremely fast and silently. Fortunately, as soon as Situ Lei came up, he was killed by himself. Otherwise, if he joins forces with the Chiyan Dao people, those two blazing swords are in the light, and the cicada flying knives are in the dark, and he is afraid that he will definitely die!
"God, thank you for your blessing and let me escape!" Thinking of this, Jiang Feng couldn't help but arch his hand towards God.
Jiang Feng returned to the ruins of the council hall and found the phantom mirror, this treasure almost killed him just now, he was obsessed with this thing. Now that I have received this treasure, I think that I will definitely study it when I have time in the future. Just now, when he sacrificed the soul refining flag, he seemed to hear the Chiyan Daoist say a "spirit weapon". Although Jiang Feng didn't know what this spiritual weapon was, he thought that the spiritual weapon must be something more powerful than a magic weapon.
In fact, the spirit weapon is also a kind of magic weapon, but it uses a high-level magic weapon as the original embryo, and then selects the spirit of a demon beast or ghost thing that matches the talent and supernatural power to seal it, and then refine it into one. The entire refining process is quite complicated and can easily lead to the collapse of the demon beast spirit, so the success rate is very low. But once the refining is successful, the caster can use the spirit weapon to exert the talent and magic power of some demon beasts, so that his strength will be greatly increased. Therefore, the spirit weapon has always been regarded as the most powerful weapon under the magic weapon along with the "rune treasure".
Jiang Feng took stock of today's harvest, and his heart was really beautiful. Before today, he only had one soul refining flag, but now he already had four magic weapons, dozens of spirit stones, plus Situ Lei's two Flame Pills. Jiang Feng couldn't help laughing at himself: "Everything is sought in wealth and danger!"
Jiang Feng put the loot into the storage bag one by one, and then returned to the Danfang. At this time, the Divine Soldier Gate had already collapsed, and the gang had already dispersed, and there was no need for him to stay any longer, now it was time to break into the world of cultivating immortals.
Jiang Feng received some valuable treasures and silver tickets in Situ Lei's silver vault, some of which were kept for himself, and the rest were distributed to the remaining disciples of the Danfang and Liu Yan and Taohong. These two women are quite funny, I heard that Jiang Feng was leaving, and they were clamoring to go to the world with Jiang Feng. Jiang Fengban lowered his face and said a few cruel words before sending them away. After everything was ready, Jiang Feng suddenly remembered Huxi Village. Yes, his only relative in this world is still in Huxi Village, and Jiang Feng swore that day that one day he would become stronger, and he would definitely avenge this abandonment.
Jiang Feng walked out of the mountain gate, performed the wind control technique, ran wildly all the way, and went down the Qiling Mountain in a moment. When he came to the Maple River, Jiang Feng stretched out his hand and beckoned a fishing boat down the river and went straight to Jiangwan Town. One day and one night, Jiang Feng came to Jiangwan Town again, he first went to visit Fang Changgui's family, thinking that Changgui's family had the grace to take him in. Immortal cultivators pay attention to their state of mind, and they will not repay their kindness, and they will have a guilty heart in the future, and they will be easily taken advantage of by the demons when they practice. Jiang Feng and Changgui's family reunited after a long absence, everyone saw each other very happily, Changgui happily cooked a few dishes in person, and Jiang Feng rarely drank some wine. At night, Jiang Feng secretly left a few silver tickets, and then left silently.
What used to be a night of austerity is now only an hour away. It was the same night, the same drizzle. It's really twilight, the mountains are far away, the weather is cold, and the white houses are poor. Chaimen heard the dog barking, and returned to the people on a stormy night. Jiang Feng had already walked to the head of Huxi Village. Jiang Feng had mixed feelings at the moment, some were longing, some were resentful, and some were confused, and some were sad. Is it because he is cowardly, or he doesn't know how to face it later! He was silent for a moment, only to see him silently use the concealment technique, and quietly turned into invisibility and walked in.
Nothing had changed in the house, except for a woman, sitting under the candlelight with the soles of her shoes.
"Mother, Feng'er has come to see you!" Jiang Feng couldn't help but read silently in his heart. He suddenly found that his mother was a little different, it turned out that she was pregnant. Looking at this belly, I'm afraid that it won't be many days before I will give birth. yes, it's been almost a year since I was kicked out. Just then, a sound of footsteps came from outside the house.
"Lady, you don't do some handiwork, you're about to give birth, and you'll break your eyes if you keep doing needlework! Come on, come on, don't do it, I just stewed some radish and a thousand pieces of pork liver soup, you drink it while it's hot." This spring has arrived, and the most important thing is to replenish liver qi, quickly. Then the man took the needle and thread from the woman's hand and helped her to the table.
This attentive and considerate person is none other than Lei Biao. Jiang Feng looked at this man almost in astonishment, is this still the butcher who was holding a sharp knife and wanted to stab himself to death!
"Tiger, the rainy season is coming soon. Your feet are expensive, these ten miles and eight towns run around, I don't prepare more soles for you, I'm afraid that I will have to wear straw sandals in a few days, and when the baby in my belly comes out, how can I have time to get these for you. The woman said to Lei Biao coquettishly, her eyebrows full of happiness.
"Alas, what the lady said is, then I will accompany you for a while. After speaking, Lei Biao sat silently on the side and drank soup with the woman. Under the light, the two didn't talk much, but there was harmony and tranquility in the lamp shadow.
Jiang Feng silently withdrew from the door, he took a deep breath, and kept this qi in his chest for half a moment before slowly exhaling it. At this time, Jiang Feng felt much more comfortable, and now he didn't have much hatred, and all the hatred seemed to have disappeared with the turbid breath just now. After all, his life is destined to be full of dangers and accidents, as a son, he can no longer practice filial piety by his mother's side, and only Lei Biao will accompany him. Now that they are so affectionate, how can they be ruthless, Jiang Feng once again looked deeply at his mother, and he knew that this might be the last time he would look at her. He silently left a stack of silver tickets under their pillows, turned and floated away.