After handing over the rest of the fare, Chen Feng sat at the stern. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info in the hustle and bustle of the boat, the small boat sailed towards Cuiwei Island.

After an hour and a half of sailing, the ship entered the Misty Sea. At this time, the sky began to snow again, and the wind was lighter, which increased the interest of everyone in chatting. At this time, the boundless sea breeze was calm, and soon a thin layer of ice formed on the surface of the sea, but it did not hinder the ship from moving forward. Under the extremely low sky, the sky and the sea are white. The boatman, probably in a hurry to finish his work and go home, rowed quickly, and soon left the shore far behind.

Standing at the stern of the boat, Chen Feng looked at the boundless sea in front of him, not knowing what the other side of the sea was. Chen Feng suddenly thought of his life, after the death of his grandfather and grandmother, in addition to a clear goal of revenge, he also lost his direction, as confused as the sea in front of him. Looking down at the deep sea water through the thin ice shattered by the oars, Chen Feng felt as if the sea water under his feet was a huge eye, staring at him.

It was another hour, it was already noon, and while Chen Feng was still pondering, his body shook, and it turned out that the boat had docked. The boatman said, "Cuiwei Island has arrived." I'll wait for you an hour. ”

Everyone assured the boatman that they would come back as soon as possible and would not make them wait any longer, and then they rushed to the tomb in the center of the island with their sacrifices. Chen Feng naturally mixed in with everyone's team.

All of this, we all have a common ancestor.

An hour later, the crowd returned to the ship. The boatman returned home and shouted, "Who else hasn't come up?" Seeing that there was no answer, and the boatman did not count the number of people, he rowed away. No one noticed that there was no one like Chen Feng on the ship.

After another hour, Chen Feng left Cuiwei Island in a passing boat.

Snowflakes fell with the wind again.

Eleven days later.

Chinese New Year's Eve is a beautiful time for "new peaches for old charms", and most people sit around with their families to prepare for a reunion year. However, in a small village at the foot of Lin Mo Mountain, there are a few people who are discussing things other than the Chinese New Year.

The village where several people live is actually a deserted village, which has been idle for many years, and there is no longer a single household. Usually it is the people who go into the mountains to hunt here. Later, several hunters died inexplicably here, and this place became a well-known **, and no one dared to get closer.

At this time, the snow had just fallen, the sky had cleared, and the faint moonlight sprinkled on the cool snow, covering the whole village with a layer of silver.

"Everybody heard me clearly. This time, once our goal is achieved, there will be many benefits. The most important point is that among those of us, only those who are still talented may be accepted as outer disciples by the Great Spirit Sect. Even if you don't have enough talent, you may become a registered disciple. A man dressed as a scribe in a green shirt but with fish-soaked eyes said loudly.

As soon as his words fell, the rest of the people were a little excited, but because of their identity as a secret person, they didn't dance or scream. Naturally, the two "possibilities" in the words of the Tsing Yi scribes were ignored by them. For these secret people who are lucky enough to have a secret whirl for various reasons but have no one to guide them, becoming a disciple of the sect is undoubtedly a very tempting thing.

The green-shirted scribe secretly smiled disdainfully, but saw that the youngest in the crowd still looked dumbfounded. If his cultivation was high, the Tsing Yi scribe would think that he had seen through the moisture in his words, but combined with the boy's usual clumsy performance, the Tsing Yi scribe would only think that he was so stupid that he had not yet reacted to the benefits of becoming a disciple.

The dumbfounded secret in the eyes of the green-shirted scribe was Chen Feng.

After leaving Cuiwei Island, Chen Feng began his own travels. He inquired and learned that if he wanted to leave Red Maple Island and go to the mainland, he would need to wait until next spring. Because of the harsh winter, all passing merchant ships stopped operating. Of course, there are also some high-ranking officials and dignitaries in the sect and the world who have the ability to cross the sea to the mainland at this time, but Chen Feng is not qualified to take these ships.

In the end, Chen Feng became acquainted with this green-shirted scribe during his travels, and was drawn into this group by him.

The Qingyi scribe's name was Yan Wen, and when he was young, he was a disciple of a certain middle sect in Lin Moshan, and later he was purged out because he violated the door rules.

Without a secret disciple with a sect and family background, it would be difficult for him to gain a foothold in the secret realm alone. Therefore, Yan Wen had an idea and formed this group.

This group is all composed of secret disciples who have no sect or family background, and their cultivation is not high. Their ages range from old to young, and the one with the highest cultivation is Yan Wen, who is an eight-star secret disciple. The rest, mostly three- to five-star secret disciples. Since there was no one to guide them, if they wanted to obtain the necessities of cultivation such as secret arts and secret stones, they could only do so by helping others like hired workers. It is possible to obtain some impurities of secret stones, but for secret disciples, secret techniques are already very precious things, and no one will easily teach them to others.

Fortunately, there are still disputes in the secret realm. In order to do some things, it is inconvenient for some doors to make a move, so they can only hide their eyes and ears and ask others for help, so they provide opportunities for Yan Wen and others. There are also some tasks that are more dangerous or time-consuming, and ordinary secrets are unwilling or disdainful to do it, and they will also be handed over to Yan Wen to deal with.

Yan Wen took a dozen secret people and did these things for a long time. Yan Wen naturally plays the role of a foreman, and he will distribute the remuneration. I often walk by the river, and there is no one who does not get my shoes wet. Living a life of sharing the worries of others all day long will inevitably encounter some dangers. In addition, the cultivation of the dozen or so secrets under Yan Wen is average, although Yan Wen's cultivation is good, he never takes risks with his body, so it is inevitable that there will be casualties. Once the secret person is eliminated, Yan Wen will re-admit the newcomer. This is how Chen Feng entered this collective.

Of course, because of the use of the Breath Gathering Secret Technique, the cultivation of the secret masters, including Yan Wen, was not higher than Chen Feng, so in everyone's eyes, Chen Feng was just a four-star secret disciple, although he was not at the bottom of the crowd, he also seemed very "weak". However, Chen Feng's age is not very old, and he is considered by everyone to have great potential.

This is the second time Chen Feng has been hired with the group. Three days ago, Chen Feng's first mission was to help a family kill the water crocodiles near the Grange. The water crocodile seems to be ferocious, but it is not a secret beast, Chen Feng has been using the fire bomb secret technique from beginning to end, and he can easily mix until the end of the mission.

Right now, Yan Wen has just established a relationship with the Great Spirit Sect, and accepted the commission to go to the Black Water Swamp to find a secret beast - the Black Star Python.