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The shade of the trees is sparse, and the fragments of sunlight penetrate through the gaps, sprinkled on the ground covered with a layer of lawn under the trees, sprinkled on Ye Feng's face with his eyes closed, and the gusts of mountain wind blow in his face, picking up a few strands of hair and temples on his forehead, it is so peaceful and natural. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Feeling the fragrance of pine resin blowing in the wind, Ye Feng's cheeks also had a smile, in the mountains and forests, he seemed to have found a home, it was the proximity to nature that made him so calm, sensing the endless source power of the wood attribute around him to converge, and the indescribable comfort was written on the face of this fifteen-year-old boy.

Sitting on the side was Ye Yun, he was holding a cup of tea and sipping tea, looking at Ye Feng who was meditating and pranayama, Ye Yun's face also showed a rare smile, he looked at Ye Feng quietly, and his thoughts drifted to the rebellion of the sect more than ten years ago, fifteen years later, Ye Feng grew up, but the sect master and the sect master's wife did not know whether it was life or death, this burden was handed over to Ye Feng, it was fate, his own path, or he had to find it himself.

Fifteen years have passed in a flash. The past experiences in life are engraved in the heart, accumulated over the years, and every time they come to mind, they only make people sigh that time is fleeting, and the traces of vicissitudes left behind are condensed in the heart, surging ripples, or tranquil, or sad, or crazy, or quiet, will become an indispensable part of the heavy memory.

Wan Qing stepped on broken steps, walked to Ye Yun's side, found a place to sit on the ground, looked at Ye Feng was meditating, and muttered softly: "This kid is quite like me." ”

Ye Yun nodded lightly and drank the last sip of tea in the cup.

"What are your plans for the future?" Ye Yun took a deep sip of tea and turned his head to ask him.

"Alone, there are a lot of interesting things in the mortal realm, I want to see more." Wan Qingyi said quietly, a trace of pain suddenly passed through his heart, and a pretty and slender back rippled out from a certain darkness in his heart, almost clear, the more he thought about it, the more blurred it became.

"Linglong, it's been a hundred years, are you okay?" The back gradually dissipated in Wan Qingyi's mind, replaced by the rapidly falling raindrops, disturbing the memory, completely blurred, it seemed that only the space left for the word "Linglong" remained, Wan Qing looked at the boundless Lin Hai, time seemed to be stopped at this moment, gradually, he was already stupid.

"There's something I want to entrust to you." Ye Yun said quietly, his eyebrows had climbed a little sad.

"Let's talk about it." Wan Qing came back to his senses and said.

"My time is running out, I'm getting old, and all kinds of physical problems are coming."

"You're a doctor."

"What about the doctor, birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws, my limit is approaching, and the most reassuring is Feng'er."

"Hmm."

"Feng'er is the spark of Tianyun, it is hope, the will of the sect master I hope he can inherit it, if you can help him, the whole Tianyun will be grateful to you." Ye Yun stared in Ye Feng's direction, and his eyebrows flickered, and there was a sadness.

"The clouds are gone, how can you thank me?" Wan Qingyi pretended to be frivolous and said, but his eyes also became solemn.

Ye Yun was silent for a while, and then looked at Wan Qingyi on the side, Wan Qingyi could see clearly, Ye Yun had tears in his eyes, the years had given him too many vicissitudes, but at this moment he was unable to control it, and his emotions were like bursting the embankment, leaking down.

"Old man, I will carry this gratitude, forever." Ye Yun narrowed his eyes, and the smile on his face was like the sunset left to the sky. Time is a lamp, and the light before the lamp oil burns out will always shine more brightly.

"Hmm." Wan Qingyi nodded solemnly, as if he had taken over the mission, heavier than promised.

The silence of the dialogue between men is like a gust of wind, blowing into each other's hearts, silently.

Half an hour later, Ye Feng opened his eyes, and he clearly sensed that the source power flowed into every meridian and every inch of his body, merging happily into the dantian, and after some circulation, he re-integrated his body.

"Xiao Feng, how are you feeling now?" Wan Qing picked up the pot of wine, approached Ye Feng, and asked.

"I feel like I'm a little more proficient in controlling the source force." Ye Feng said smugly.

Wan Qing passed Ye Feng's neck vein, sensed it, and after a short while, he withdrew his source power and said, "Yes, I already have the strength of the sixth layer of the source refining stage, and as long as I can be familiar with the use of some simple source techniques, I will be able to reach the level of the late stage of source refining." ”

"I will, I will!" Ye Feng said confidently, and also strengthened his belief. There's still a lot to do for him.

"Feng'er, it seems that your wood attribute source power has made great progress, come, see how your cultivation of the source technique is." Ye Yun held the pear wooden cane, walked over one by one, and said.

"Yes." Ye Feng replied firmly.

After finishing speaking, Ye Feng slapped his hands, muttered a few words of terminology in his mouth, and shouted: "Get up." ”

A wooden stick was pulled out of thin air from the trunk of the tree behind him, and as the source power in Ye Feng's body continued to gush out, the wooden stick gradually turned into a wooden sword. The wooden sword only has a general appearance, and it can't be said to be sharp, after a while, the wooden sword completely left the trunk, and there was only a rough break left on the original gap, Ye Feng picked up the wooden sword, looked at the somewhat broken sword body, a little embarrassed, he touched his head, and said with a smile: "This, let's be a wooden stick." ”

"I'll see." Ye Yun took the wooden stick, which still exuded a fresh woody fragrance, he looked at the long stick shaped like a wooden sword, stroking it, but he seemed to suddenly find something, and his face was a little surprised.

"What is this?" Ye Yun pointed to the wood grain at the hilt of the wooden sword, and there was a twisted pattern on it, full three circles of white snowflake patterns, and it extended along the direction of the blade.

Ye Feng shook his head, obviously not having much clue about Ye Yun's sudden discovery.

"Show me." Wan Qing took the wooden sword handed over by Ye Yun, looked at the lines, the thoughts in his mind flew quickly, and there was silence for a while.

"This is-" Ye Yun broke the silence, and when the words came to his lips, Wan Qingyi said them first.

"- Ice Attribute Source Power!" Wan Qingyi said thoughtfully.

"What?" Ye Feng was very surprised and asked, "Isn't my physical attribute biased towards the wood attribute?" Where does the ice property come from? ”

Ye Yun pondered for a while, and said: "The Holy Spirit Lotus that was given to you before is cold in nature, and it should also have this effect when transforming your ordinary physique, the ice attribute source power is the characteristic source power of the water source, judging from the current situation of your use of the source force, it should be like this." ”

"Yes, it's really interesting, the ice source is very small, it may not be possible to take the Holy Spirit Lotus to have this situation, there should be other reasons."

"What else?" Ye Feng stretched out his hands, looked at them, and asked to himself.

"Your mother, she's the source of ice." Ye Yun said lightly, with a sad look in his eyebrows.

"Mother...... Mother. Ye Feng muttered in his mouth, his face a little stiff.

"It seems that it was the Holy Spirit Lotus that stimulated the bloodline of your mother in your body, so there was an ice source." Ye Yun returned the wooden sword to Ye Feng, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "This is a gift left to you by your mother, and making good use of it is the greatest reward to her." ”

"Mother, I'll save you!" Ye Feng muttered to himself, the corners of his eyes were sharp, and he stroked the ice lines on the sword body, and said.

"When you reach the source building period, I'll go with you." Wan Qingyi stared at Ye Feng's face and said equally resolutely.

"Hmm!"

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Changtianmen, the courtyard of the new life, the five courtyards of the earth.

Lei Li sat by the windowsill, holding an envelope in his hand, there was only one word "thunder" written on the envelope, his palms trembled a little, carefully opened it, and slowly pulled out the letter paper inside, only to see two columns of words written on it:

"There is nothing wrong with the clan, don't read it. Written by Lei Wanting himself. ”

Lei Li looked at these two lines of words, carefully read each word over and over again, stunned for a while before relieving, he suddenly stood up, the envelope in his hand was a little deformed, he looked at the sky outside the window, blue, a small cloud drilled into the field of vision, slowly moving in the line of sight.

The sky is so peaceful.

At this time, there was another figure in the sight, it was Yao Ying.

Lei Li stared at the sky blankly, but he didn't notice Yao Ying walking to the tree in the middle of the courtyard and staring at him.

Yao Ying looked at the sky in a daze, showing a smile of thunder, and also smiled, a breeze blew, stirring her sideburns, sideburns brushed the small dimples at the corners of her mouth, just like pear blossoms with rain, jade lotus dew.

Lei Li's eyes moved down, and he also saw Yao Ying, the two looked at each other, at this moment, it seemed to be a long abnormality, Lei Li smiled slightly, but Yao Ying was on the side of her pretty face, not facing Lei Li.

Lei Li walked out of the door, slowly approached Yao Ying, walked to her side, but leaned his head against Yao Ying's right ear, and whispered softly an inch away from her ear: "Thank you." ”

Immediately, Lei Li walked out of the courtyard without looking back, leaving Yao Ying standing in place in a daze, her cheeks flushed.

The sky was bluer, and the sun was half sprinkled on the treetops and half on Yao Ying's ears.

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