For several days, Feng Xiaohan ate and drank in the diners of Qingzhu Peak in the morning, and practiced at night in the night, not because he wanted to hide something, but because the diners were not closed during the day.

His dwelling had been changed from a stove room to a wooden house, and although the utensils in the house were simple, the furnishings were also unique.

The restaurant is the exclusive canteen of the disciples of the mountain sect of Changming Sect, all the dishes are free, and Feng Xiaohan loves the meat buns and roast chicken thighs there.

It is said that the head of Qingzhu Peak was once the imperial chef of Datang Kyoto, and was invited by the five elders, and he has seen countless wine bags and rice bags, and even foodie rice buckets, but it is indeed the first time he has seen a foodie like Feng Xiaohan.

All meat-related food is on his menu, and he can sit there and eat all day long, how can there be such a large capacity in that little belly?

"Could he not be reincarnated as a starving ghost in his last life?" Zhao Zhangspoon held the spatula, the corners of his mouth twitched violently, and said, "Anyway, have you seen this young man before?"

The servant who was washing the dishes on the side sighed and said, "I haven't seen it, it should be one of the new disciples recruited this time, I see that those disciples from the outer mountains who often come have never talked to this young man, are they the disciples of the inner mountains?"

The palm slammed his head with a spatula, and said with a slight annoyance: "You pig brain, what are the disciples of the inner mountain doing when they come to eat at the guest house?"

Although he is in charge, he is only good at vegetarian dishes, and except for cooking at the beginning of each month or during the New Year's holidays, he basically doesn't fry much, and the spatula in his hand is more like a tool to teach people.

The subordinate rubbed his head and said aggrievedly: "The disciple of Neishan has just come to our Qingzhu Peak, and he is not familiar with everything, so it is normal for him to come to our restaurant to eat." What's more, this disciple is so able to eat, there is still a place to dare to take it in besides us?"

The boss thought about it, but he was still surprised in his heart.

......

At this time, Feng Xiaohan noticed that someone was sitting next to him, and when he turned his head to look, he saw a tall and thin young man, dressed as a scholar, and suddenly exuded a gentle and amiable temperament.

"Hello, Xiaosheng Lu Yingfeng, first time we met, please take care of me. ”

The young scholar smiled and said, "Recently, I just obtained the qualification of a disciple of the inner mountain, so I want to make some friends, I don't know the surname of my friend?"

Feng Xiaohan raised his eyebrows slightly, and said vaguely while continuing to eat: "Feng Xiaohan." ”

"Good name, your surname is Feng, my name is Yingfeng, the two of us are really fateful. Lu Yingfeng said with a smile, he was gentle and elegant, and there was a Confucian atmosphere in his conversation and laughter, which made people feel close.

Feng Xiaohan looked at the wooden sign on his waist and asked, "Are you a disciple of the Inner Mountain?"

Lu Yingfeng nodded.

"So many disciples of the inner and outer mountains, you actually found me to make friends?"

"Because I think you're special, and I want to make some special friends. ”

Feng Xiaohan looked at him and suddenly asked, "What do you mean by the word 'friend'?"

Lu Yingfeng said: "We can share weal and woe and trust each other. ”

"Then it seems that I don't need friends. Feng Xiaohan looked at the chicken leg in his hand and said, "I have always been alone and don't need anyone's trust. ”

"Everyone needs friends, and you are no exception. Lu Yingfeng stood up and said with a smile: "This is the first time that someone has rejected my friendship, so I think you are very interesting, you will make your first friend one day after all, I look forward to the scene at that time." ”

The young scholar just left, saying such a bunch of strange words, which made Feng Xiaohan feel a little inexplicable.

"It's special to be able to eat, why didn't he go find that guy?"

Feng Xiaohan glanced at the broad back of the fat man not far away, and thought that this person had swallowed three buns in one bite yesterday, which made him breathtaking, and he only felt that he was so admirable in his heart.

Lu Yingfeng walked out of the diner's house, and a thin disciple of the inner mountain walked over, this disciple had yellow muscles and thin muscles, sunken eyes, frivolous steps, drooping shoulders, and his body was shaky, as if a patient who was suffering from a serious illness, and it seemed that he would fall to his death on the side of the road at any time.

"Young Master, are you interested in him?" The disciple's voice was hoarse and his tone was weak, which was completely in line with his image of a sick seedling, and said, "Is it because he can eat, and he can't eat fat?"

"Being able to eat without getting fat shows that the meridians are extremely spiritual, and he directly refines the energy in the food and will not accumulate into fat, which certainly shows that he is talented, but what I fancy is other things. Lu Yingfeng shook his head and said, "There is a certain trait in him that I should pay more attention to." ”

"Idiosyncratics, what kind of traits?" said after a moment's thought, "I just think he's a little stupid." ”

Lu Yingfeng shook his head, he couldn't say it, but there was a voice in his heart that told him that this young man was by no means simple.

"I'm very accurate, aren't you an example? ”

After Lu Yingfeng finished speaking, he left with his hands behind his back.

The sick Yangzi looked back at Feng Xiaohan, then looked up at Lu Yingfeng, sighed slightly, his eyes were complicated, and left with him.

......

The early morning was drizzling and the sun was hidden behind the clouds, giving the already hot summer a little cool.

He Xirou sat in the room, biting the pen and frowning and pondering, the ten inner mountain disciples had been selected, and two disciples were assigned to Qingzhu Peak together.

The swords of the disciples of the peaks are distributed by the peaks themselves, the identity of the disciples of the inner mountains is noble, and the swords naturally cannot be ordinary iron swords, and there are still two swords left in the original Qingzhu Peak Sword Hall, which is enough to distribute.

But at this time, there was suddenly an extra Feng Xiaohan, or a closed disciple with the same status as himself, which was sad.

"It seems that we can only go to the three elders who are good at forging to find a way. He Xirou sighed, muttered with a small mouth: "Master, hurry up and get out of the customs, Xiao Rou'er can't hold on anymore." ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard the fragrance of wine coming from the breeze and drizzle outside the house, accompanied by a cool voice, and said: "Xiao Rou'er can hold on for so long, it's really unexpected for me, I'm very happy for the teacher, not bad." ”

He Xirou suddenly dropped the pen when she heard this, and stood up directly, her toes were a little by the window, and she actually spread her body and pounced, which shows how happy she is.

Xiao Rou'er's eyes were slightly red, she crashed into the man's arms, and cried: "Master, why did you get out of the customs, I thought you didn't want Xiao Rou'er anymore." ”

The man's eyes were gentle, he stroked the top of her head, and said with a smile: "How can I not want Xiao Rou'er as a teacher, it's just that it is not easy to break the mirror this time, and it took a long time." ”

Feng Xiaohan didn't get enough sleep last night of practicing all night, so he packed a drawer of buns and came back, planning to get some sleep.

Who knew that as soon as I entered the door, I saw such a scene.

I saw a beautiful man in a white robe sitting on the stone table, his face was thin but extremely handsome, his thin lips hooked a trace of arc, as if he had a thousand words to tell, two sword eyebrows flew straight into his temples, and his slender Danfeng eyes were full of tenderness.

is as beautiful as a man, and the view is like a spring breeze.

He was holding a beautiful girl in his arms, dressed in a purple robe, blending into the man's white robe, like a violet blooming in the clouds, delicate and beautiful.

It just so happened that the drizzle in the garden was temporarily stopped, and the sunlight broke through the stratus clouds, half-covering and half-hiding in the floating clouds, forming an intoxicating halo, which made the room more warm and made this picture more harmonious and perfect.

The purple bamboo swayed gently, and the bamboo and wood lanterns swayed gently, as if embellishing the people in the painting.

The handsome and dashing master was ruthlessly retreating, and the beautiful girl was waiting for it, but at this moment they finally met, hugging each other to comfort their feelings, such a beautiful scenery even the sky opened their eyes, but the young man on the other side did not appreciate it like this.

"Those ape-like monsters usually let their offspring crawl in their arms or on their backs, day and night, I have long felt that monkeys and humans are the most similar, and when I see the two of them today, it seems that I am really right. ”

Feng Xiaohan ate the meat buns, looked at this picture quietly, nodded affirmatively, and said.

Chen Feng's brows twitched violently.

He Xirou's original happy expression also disappeared completely, and her expression became extremely exciting, which felt like she was tasting a beautiful pastry, and suddenly found that there was a fly inside, and she was disgusted to the heart.

At this moment, the sun was faint, and he hid behind the dark clouds again, and the sky began to drizzle again.

Chen Feng coughed dryly, squeezed out a smile and asked, "You are the young man that Senior Brother said?"

"Which of your senior brothers?"

Feng Xiaohan glared and asked, "Old man Guo is still the head of Changming?"

Chen Feng's breathing was stagnant, and He Xirou was even more frightened and almost fainted.

"The old man Guo in your mouth is ......," Chen Feng asked slowly, trying to make sure if he had guessed wrong.

Feng Xiaohan said a name, leaving the master and apprentice speechless for a while.

Chen Feng coughed dryly, his clothes danced, and he floated in front of Feng Xiaohan, carrying his hands behind his back, and his cultivation was promoted to the extreme, and the terrifying aura that overflowed set off a violent wind in the sky above the small courtyard, blowing away the dark clouds and taking away the drizzle, and the small courtyard was shrouded in sunlight again.

Chen Feng smiled on his face, looking extremely sacred, he put up the shelf of a master, his thin lips opened lightly, and his voice resounded like thunder through Qingzhu Peak, and asked, "You want to practice?"

"Yes. Feng Xiaohan stopped eating the steamed buns, and Zhengsedao.

"Even if Uncle Shi arranged for you to come over, even if you are a genius in cultivation, I will not accept apprentices easily. ”

Chen Feng flicked his sleeves, his smile gradually faded, and he said in a deep voice: "A cultivator's first heart is the heart of the Dao! If the will is not strong, the heart of the Dao is unstable. I ask you, why do you want to practice?"

Feng Xiaohan didn't think about it, and replied when he opened his mouth: "I want to become stronger." ”

Chen Feng said, "Everyone wants to become stronger when they practice, so why do you want to become stronger?"

Feng Xiaohan didn't speak, there are thousands of cultivators in the world, but why do they want to practice, and where is their ideal destination? Few people know themselves.

There are also some people who believe that the purpose of practice is to protect and protect their relatives, friends, and country.

Some people also say that cultivation is for immortality, and after the cultivators of the Spirit Realm break through the mirror cave, their longevity will increase by at least two hundred years.

But Feng Xiaohan does not have such a noble character, he has lived alone since he was a child, and he didn't even know that cultivation could prolong his life before that night.

He lowered his head and stood there straight with the bun in his hand, the raindrops on the oiled paper were still not falling, and the bun inside was a little cold, but it was still a delicacy for him.

He Xirou on the side shook her head slightly, slightly disappointed, this obviously good junior brother would actually be blocked on this issue.

Chen Feng also asked her the same question when she was apprenticing, and she gave the answer without hesitation, which was the goal that she was willing to work hard for all her life.

He Xirou stood behind Chen Feng, didn't see his expression, and felt that he might be as disappointed as himself.

But Chen Feng didn't, he noticed that after he asked this question, Feng Xiaohan tightened his hands, it was not a natural reaction to be nervous, but a subconscious grip on the most important thing.

He lowered his head, not in contemplation, but at the contents of the oil-paper bag.

Chen Feng's eyes were slightly different, his heart was a little complicated, and he said in his heart: "Could it be that there is another foodie on the mountain after the big white fat man?"

"There's no why, I just want to be stronger. ”

After a long time, Feng Xiaohan raised his head, his eyes were firm, perhaps because he didn't talk much on weekdays, his tone was a little slow, but he seemed more calm, and said word by word: "It's that simple, I see that the grizzly bear is stronger than me, I want to overwhelm it in brute force; I see that apes are more agile than me, I want to be more agile than them; I see that the snow leopard is faster than me, I want to be faster than it; I see that the blue wolf's patience is better than mine, I want to be more patient than it." ”

"Later, I met Old Man Guo, and now I see you again. ”

"I want to surpass you!"

Feng Xiaohan looked at Chen Feng's eyes and said, "Old man Guo told me that if you want to become stronger, you have to practice, so I have to practice." ”

After Chen Feng pondered for a moment, he said, "Is it because you are aggressive?"

"Perhaps. In the same way, I know that the strongest one will never die, and will always be the one who will be easier to survive, and this is one of the reasons. ”

Feng Xiaohan's tone was full of surging battle intent, he liked to tease his prey, he enjoyed the thrill of controlling the lives of other creatures, and he liked to look at the terrified eyes of those predators.

Of course, he would rather go beyond the huge figure on the top of a certain mountain.

The corners of Chen Feng's mouth hooked up a trace of arc, and then the arc gradually became larger, and finally he laughed out loud, the same as the laughter Guo Mingzhe heard when he encountered Feng Xiaohan.

Rampant, arrogant, savage, unscrupulous.

The twelve peaks of the Changming Sect are composed of the ancestor elders, the head of the family, and the ten elders, each accounting for one of them.

The disciples of the Twelve Peaks belong to Qingzhu Peak with the smallest number of people, but they have the strongest combat power and are the best at killing.

"There is nothing more joyful in the world than to fight a hearty battle, and then win and kill the enemy. ”

He smiled and said, "Good answer, worthy of being the apprentice selected for me by my uncle, I win my heart, I like it." ”

......

"By the way, the old man Guo in your mouth is my uncle, and you must distinguish the order of the elder and the youngest. ”

"Also, you are not allowed to call him that in the future!"