At Yangcheng Railway Station in Guangdong, a fashionably dressed beautiful boy walked out of the station, snuggled up to a beautiful beauty beside him, which attracted the attention of the people around.

In this era, this kind of shape is so handsome and beautiful, people know at a glance that it must be a rich family from the Xiangjiang River.

Many taxis gathered around, all trying to attract these two distinguished customers.

These two people are Ye Feng and Qi Meng, who have just returned from Xiangjiang, stepping into the land of Yangcheng, Ye Feng's heart is inexplicably calmer, just like after the wanderer returns home, that kind of tranquility comes from the heart.

"Master, do you know Baiyun Mountain?"

As soon as Ye Feng opened his mouth, he took a bite of the authentic old imperial capital, and he took these drivers in Yangcheng very lightly.

Everyone thought that when the young man spoke, it would be a Cantonese speak, and some people were ready to speak: Thunder Monkey, Monkey Sailei and the like.

"Wow, it turned out to be from the imperial capital, get in my car, don't tell you, my family lives at the foot of Baiyun Mountain, and I am familiar with it. ”

A middle-aged man who was not so fluent in Mandarin solicited Ye Feng's business, drove Ye Feng and the others, and rushed to Baiyun Mountain.

Along the way, Ye Feng kept listening, who was the strange man on Baiyun Mountain, the driver came out to work in his early years, and he didn't know much about this matter.

The driver only told Ye Feng that he had heard from the older generation that it was said that there was a strange man hidden on Baiyun Mountain in the legend, but that was a legend from the war years, and it was estimated that the strange man would have died a long time ago.

"Qixia, this name is very secondary, but it's a little familiar. No, it's familiar, it seems to have seen it somewhere? Maybe I've read too much, maybe I've seen it in one book. ”

Ye Feng muttered a few words, he didn't take it seriously, he was sure that there was no such wonder man in his memory.

At least in the works I have seen completely, there is no wonder man.

As for where he had seen this name, Ye Feng really couldn't recall it.

Maybe it's because of the system, since the modularization of memory, although I have the ability to remember and forget, but some of the original scattered memories seem to be getting weaker and weaker.

It's like some hot words on the Internet back then, and the small paragraphs that occasionally glance at it, anyway, as long as you haven't read it completely, you almost can't remember it.

I don't know if it's good or bad, anyway, it's already happened, and Ye Feng has no choice.

When he arrived at Baiyun Mountain, the car stopped at the foot of the mountain, and the driver saw that Ye Feng was bold and promised Ye Feng to wait for him to come back at the foot of the mountain.

Anyway, in this era, he can't pull a few guests back in the city, Ye Feng is a hundred yuan bill, and if the service is good, give two more, which is enough for him to work hard for half a month.

Walking up the winding mountain road, it was not long before I came to a temple halfway up the mountain.

The small temple is not large, but the courtyard gate is tightly closed.

In front of the temple gate, an old monk stood steadily, and the old monk saw Ye Feng and the two and recited the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, two donors, Qixia already knows your intentions, this female donor, please come with me to this pavilion to sit for a while, and taste the fragrant tea of our small temple. ”

"This young benefactor, you are not far along the mountain road, there is a climbing ladder, follow the climbing ladder to the tower, and you will see the strange man. ”

As soon as the old monk spoke, Ye Feng was startled.

Qi Meng, who was beside him, couldn't care about holding Ye Feng's arm, so he was so frightened that he let go of his hand and covered his cherry mouth, not letting himself exclaim.

"The master is really a master, in that case, Qimeng, you and the master sit in the pavilion for a while, and I'll go over there and have a look. ”

Ye Feng was not worried about his strength, he believed that with his realm of being one step away from a great grandmaster, there were probably no people in this world who wanted to harm him without relying on heavy weapons.

It's just that Qimeng's side, he was a little worried, but thinking of Qimeng's body, there were two modified guns hidden, although there were not many bullets, but the power was not small, fighting at close range, with Qimeng's marksmanship, even Ye Feng did not dare to guarantee that he could escape with his whole body.

Galloping forward, they all said that Wangshan ran a dead horse, looking at the tower from the small temple, it seemed that it was not far away, but when it really walked, it was not so close.

That is to say, Ye Feng's realm is now profound, stepping on a high mountain is like walking on flat ground, showing his kung fu, and the rugged mountain road has no obstacle for Ye Feng.

Soon came to the bottom of the tower, and a climb of the stairs appeared after the corner.

The bluestone steps in front of him are smooth and smooth, as if someone has specially cleaned them, and the thirteen-story tower on the high platform not far away is obviously only a hundred meters away from Ye Feng in a straight line, but I don't know why, if I look closely, I feel a little foggy.

Suddenly looking up, Ye Feng found that he didn't know when, the weather in Baiyun Mountain seemed to have become gloomy.

When he met the old monk in the small temple, Ye Feng clearly remembered that the weather was a sunny day, why did it suddenly become cloudy.

And I have never forgotten the scenes along the way, as if I had recorded them and recalled them in my mind, but the road I walked was very clear, and the weather above my head became blurry, as if I hadn't looked up at the sky all the way.

"Come up, young man. ”

On the tower, a voice as bright as a bell came, Ye Feng nodded yes, and stepped up the steps, but he was more careful in his heart.

He knew that with his current realm and the brain developed by the system, it was impossible not to notice the weather in the mountains, since his memory was vague, there was only one possibility, this mountain, this strange man, was weird.

Sure enough, halfway up the steps, Ye Feng suddenly found that since he had climbed the steps of this climbing ladder, it seemed that his body had fallen into a strange place, as if he was wrapped in foam.

Although his eyes looked around and found nothing unusual, his keen perception told him that there was something strange here.

The eyes can be deceived, and it is difficult for the divine sense to be deceived, but the other party seems to be much more clever than Ye Feng, what is going on here, with the strength of his divine sense, he can't find the key point.

But no matter what, Ye Feng was vigilant against this strange man in his heart.

can unknowingly, let him, a martial artist at the peak level of a grandmaster, fall into uncertainty, and the strength of the other party can be imagined.

Lifting a breath, he rushed forward, and after a short time, he entered the tower, all the way to the top floor, and when he looked up, Ye Feng was stunned.

In the tower on the top floor, there were countless paper scrolls hanging all over the room, and there were patterns and words painted on the walls, and if you looked closely, Ye Feng was a little shocked.

Eighteen Palms of the Dragon...

Dharma stick method...

All kinds of martial arts exercises are written on the wall so generously, and the picture scrolls hanging on the roof are even more painted with various martial arts moves.

"That young man, how many years have I been here, and I finally saw such a genius again. ”

Not far away, the voice of a middle-aged man who sounded full of anger came, Ye Feng walked over and saw the true face of Qixia.

Dressed in casual clothes, with a leather jacket on his upper body, his face was that of a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, with two mustaches, clothes and glasses on his eyes, a peaked cap on his head, and something drawn with his head down.