Jiang Fei smiled calmly and said, "I advise you not to follow me, otherwise you will regret it when the time comes." ”

Jiang Fei likes to take the sword sideways, and he doesn't like to take the ordinary path, Chen Youliang can't adapt to this guy, and it is estimated that he will be tortured to cry and cry for his mother in the future.

Chen Youliang laughed and said, "It's okay, you have to leave me a soup for meat, this soup alone is enough for me." ”

"Whatever you want."

Grunt!

Chen Youliang's stomach screamed at this time at an inopportune time to express his dissatisfaction with Chen Youliang.

"I didn't use what I ate just now, and I'm hungry again, so let's go back to our residence first, and I'll go and eat by myself." Chen Youliang scratched the back of his head and said embarrassedly.

"That's great!"

Jiang Fei was also thinking about returning to his residence to cultivate, don't look at Jiang Fei from the hands of the deacon of the outer gate, he couldn't withstand Jiang Fei's consumption at all, and Jiang Fei's realm would not change much after absorbing so many spirit stones.

This is also one of the shortcomings of the Taixu God Refining Technique, this exercise is indeed domineering, but the consumption of spirit stones is also extremely terrifying, almost thousands and hundreds of times that of others.

The two of them went to their residence together, and halfway through the Ferris Sect, which had always been empty, suddenly many people appeared and all ran towards a huge palace.

Chen Youliang was stunned, and said quite puzzledly: "Why did these people run into that palace?" ”

Jiang Fei sniffed lightly with his nose, and found a strange fragrance, without thinking that the palace in front of him was the canteen of the Ferris Sect, the place where the outer disciples usually ate.

"Eat!"

Jiang Fei spoke concisely and to the point, but Chen Youliang mistakenly thought that Jiang Fei was going to take him to dinner, and laughed: "It's exactly what I want." ”

Jiang Fei was speechless and strode forward.

Chen Youliang stretched out his right hand towards Jiang Fei and said suspiciously: "Jiang Fei, if you don't go back to your residence after eating, why are you going forward?" ”

Chen Youliang's sense of smell was not as sensitive as Jiang Fei's, so he naturally didn't know what the palace in front of him was for.

"Keep up!"

Jiang Fei didn't explain the reason, his pace quickened, and Chen Youliang hurriedly followed.

For some reason, Jiang Fei always felt that the palace in front of him had a connection with him, as if he had known each other before, and he felt very cordial, which was why Jiang Fei stepped forward.

What the hell is going on? I hadn't been to this palace before, so why did it always feel familiar?

Jiang Fei was quite puzzled in his heart, he stepped into this palace and glanced around, and the whole person instantly froze in place, as if his soul was out of his body.

Chen Youliang had never seen Jiang Fei like this before, and he was very curious in his heart, and his right hand kept shaking in front of Jiang Fei's eyes.

"Jiang Fei, you are stupid, which beauty do you see? It's so fascinating. ”

Jiang Fei wasn't looking at the beauty, he was looking at the realistic portrait hanging on the wall of the palace.

There is a handsome man painted on it, who is about the same age as Jiang Fei, and his appearance is actually seven or eight points similar, and his face is full of bright smiles, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

What's even more special is that the man in this painting is actually holding a bowl of pulled noodles, and the pulled noodles are Jiang Fei's favorite food.

"Dad!" Jiang Fei muttered quietly.

The portrait hanging on the wall is Jiang Fei's father Jiang Fengmian, looking at his father's high-spirited appearance when he was young, Jiang Fei's eyes couldn't help but moisten slightly, and crystal tears appeared.

There is a reason why Jiang Fei likes to eat dragged noodles, when he was young, Xia Rongtian didn't know how to cook at all, Jiang Fengmian was always cooking at home, and Jiang Fengmian's best food was pulled noodles, so when he was a child, when he arrived at dinner, Jiang Fei would shout to eat dragged noodles.

Whenever this time, Jiang Fengmian would always put on an apron and go to the kitchen to pull noodles for Jiang Fei.

It was not just the noodles, but also the taste of his father in Jiang Fei's mind.

Jiang Fei wiped the tears from his eyes with his hand, and a touching smile appeared on his face, no wonder I felt so familiar here, it turned out that this was the place where my father used to stay, and there was the breath he left here.

Dad, will you be in the Ferris Sect? My mother and I have been thinking about you for twenty years, why don't you come home?

If Jiang Fengmian had been accompanied since he was a child, Jiang Fei would not have grown up to be a gentleman, but fortunately, Jiang Fei met Lin Xiaoxue when he was the most vulnerable, otherwise it is impossible to say whether Jiang Fei would have survived until now.

Chen Youliang was shocked: "Dad? Jiang Fei, you won't be kicked in the brain by a donkey, will you? ”

"It's fine."

Jiang Fei calmed down his emotions and returned to his previous cold appearance again.

"Didn't you just say you were hungry? We're going to eat here today. ”

As soon as he heard that Chen Youliang was eating, he instantly became energetic and said, "Okay! I just don't know if the food here is expensive, and I don't want to lose all my net worth here. ”

Jiang Fei said: "The meals in the sect are free. ”

"! Gratuitous? Look at me, I won't eat the Ferris Sect today. ”

Chen Youliang ran away without a trace and went to find food to eat.

Although a person who cultivates the truth can survive by relying on aura, he still has to eat, and the desire of the mouth and stomach is the normal condition of human beings, and no one can abandon it.

Especially for monks who are shallow in cultivation, they can't do Bigu and can only survive on food.

Jiang Fei glanced over and found that most of the people here had not cultivated, and there would be more or less a few cultivators in the first or second level of the Qi refining period.

Jiang Fei instantly understood the identities of these people, these should be miscellaneous disciples in the sect.

These miscellaneous disciples are not very talented, and they usually don't get the weight of the sect, and they sit in the dirtiest and most tiring work in the middle door.

But in order to win a hope, they would rather do so, take root in this sect, and struggle to survive, just for a chance to cultivate.

The Taixu God Refining Technique could hide his own realm aura, so these miscellaneous disciples around him couldn't see Jiang Fei's strength at all, and only regarded him as an ordinary person.

"Uncle, bring me a piece of noodles!" Jiang Fei said to the uncle who specializes in dragging noodles.

This uncle who made the noodles was good, after driving the noodles away, he pulled the two ends of the noodles with both hands, and a pulled noodles appeared and threw them into the pot.

Jiang Fei waited quietly, and waited until Uncle Noodle Pulling was free to ask, "Uncle, with your method of pulling noodles, the noodles you make must be strong and delicious." ”

Uncle Noodle said, "What's so delicious?" That's how I pull noodles, I'm just a little older in pulling noodles, and my movements seem to be more proficient. ”

"Oh, I see. Uncle, in fact, I am a new disciple of the Ferris Sect, and I am not familiar with everything in the sect when I first arrived, but when I first came in, I found a particularly strange painting hanging on the wall. ”

"What painting?"

"Just the man with a bowl of noodles in his hand."

"What's so strange about that? The man in the painting used to sell pulled noodles here for a while, and I still learned this craft from him, and his pulled noodles are really speechless. ”