Ye Feng was quietly pinching his bones, "crackling".

It has been a day and a night since Feng Sisha left Kumu Village, and when a new day came, Ye Feng still followed his usual schedule, still reclining outside the stone house and basking in the sun, while adjusting his body.

His current appearance has been restored to six or seven percent, basically the large bones have been reassembled, and the rest are those broken bones that are not easy to control and have grown to a piece with his flesh and blood.

Ye Feng is no longer a piece of rotten meat like he was at the beginning, his entire body now has a complete skeleton support, and it only takes time for the cracks between the bones to gradually heal, and he can move again.

Of course, it will take a long time to get back to the point where you can fight hard.

Putting the shattered self back together, this kind of thing, from a certain point of view, is really a very difficult thing, Ye Feng was thinking about which piece he should adjust next, and at the same time distracted himself from thinking about the safety of Feng Sisha.

The wind has been gone for a day and a night.

Now there is still no news, Tan Zong has already walked back and forth on the streets in the village several times, and each time he looks like he wants to talk and stops. He seemed to want to say something to Ye Feng, but he flinched and didn't dare to raise his courage, obviously Ye Feng left a serious psychological shadow in his mind.

“......”

Tan Zong stomped his feet suddenly, suddenly picked up a sharp machete, and also rushed towards the outside of the village.

He really regretted it, and actually told Feng Sisha the location of the iron plough.

If something goes wrong with Feng Sisha on the West Mountain, Tan Zong is afraid that he will regret it for the rest of his life.

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth curled slightly, and he laughed softly.

He still reclined on the stone house, slowly pinching the bones, burning the internal organs, painful and happily carrying out his daily routine.

Another night passed.

Then a day.

Unconsciously, eight days have passed since Tan Zong left.

"Uncle Zong, you're finally back! You're not here, we're always worried about ......"

"Uncle Zong, where is Sisha......?

"Don't be cranky, he'...... Hey, hey, stupid idiot!"

At noon on the ninth day, Tan Zong finally came back alone. He looked tired, covered in blood and traces of the fight, and he was embarrassed.

He glanced at Ye Feng, with a hint of resentment and resentment in his eyes, but he quickly reined in again.

Tan Zong quickly walked into his newly built stone house and did not come out again.

He seemed to have experienced a lot during this time, and he was so tired that he slept straight for two days and two nights, and on the third day, he came out of the stone house again.

"If this kid Sisha really completes Your Excellency's task, is Your Excellency really willing to be his master and teach him to practice?"

Tan Zong, who was full of energy, finally mustered up his courage and stood in front of Ye Feng, a little afraid, but he puffed up his chest and asked very seriously.

"Of course!"

Ye Feng said lightly, the expression on his face did not change, and he was full of indifference.

"I hope Your Excellency is not lying to that child, he can no longer bear such pain. Your Excellency is his only hope, and if you break the contract, I will ...... I'll just ......"

Tan Zong wanted to say something cruel to Ye Feng, but when he was glanced at by Ye Feng's indifferent eyes, he immediately stammered, and after a while, he directly shook his head and walked away.

"I'll fight with you!"

After leaving Ye Feng for a distance, Tan Zong spit out this sentence in his heart.

Ye Feng smiled slightly.

He heard the words of the other party behind his back. This kind of bond and affection between ordinary people makes his mood warmer.

Even if he is a human being in the third life, Ye Feng still insists, even if the essence of this world is survival of the fittest, the weak eat the strong, but the kind of warmth and affection between people should still be praised and recommended.

How boring would it be if there was only a cold and unforgiving world, and there was no warmth?

Several days have passed, Feng Sisha is still nowhere to be seen, and many people in Kumu Village even wonder if Feng Sisha died in a corner outside the village, but seeing that Tan Zong still looks calm, they reluctantly suppressed the doubts in their hearts.

However, even so, the eyes of the people in the village looked at Ye Feng even more unkindly, and they all knew that Feng Sisha went out impulsively this time because of Ye Feng's instigation.

It has been a whole month since Feng Sisha left, and in this month, Tan Zong has gone out once or twice, but each time he came back alone.

Every time he came back, he would glance at Ye Feng.

From that ever-changing look, Ye Feng had a wonderful guess in his heart, it seemed that the apprenticeship conditions he set were not difficult for Feng Sisha, the other party was indeed acting earnestly, and from Tan Zong's eyes that were more and more like schadenfreude, Ye Feng could judge a lot of things.

"Huh, who's that outside the stockade?"

"It's like a clay figure, and I can't see the face clearly. Is it someone who has fled?"

"What is that dragging behind him? It's a big tree, it looks like it's heavy......"

Outside the stockade, a figure was moving towards the stockade step by step, incomparably slow, extremely heavy, and his whole back was bent like an angry bow, as if a mountain was dragging behind him.

"That's ......"

"That's Sisha, you idiot!"

On the wooden fence wall of the stockade, Tan Zong scolded angrily, but his nose began to be sour.

He wanted to go out to help, but as soon as his body moved, he instantly sank again, because there was an extra black wooden stick on his shoulder, and his whole body suddenly felt like a mountain, and he couldn't move at all.

"Let him do it himself!"

Ye Feng, who had been staying outside the stone house, also appeared on the wall of the stockade at this time, and said with an indifferent expression.

"This kid, perseverance is indeed enough!"

Ye Feng's gaze turned around Feng Sisha's body, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes. He finally understood why Feng Sisha was able to complete the task he had set out to find a harder material than an iron plow hardwood.

The big tree behind Feng Sisha has lush branches and leaves, each leaf seems to be cast in metal, exuding a faint cold light, just from the outside, it is already full of a sense of hard and cold lines, which is obviously higher than the material of iron plough hardwood.

But what really made Ye Feng praise was that the roots of the big tree, the thick whiskers were coiled and meandering like dragons, and there were countless tiny hairy bands around them, so complete that not a single hair was damaged.

Feng Sisha actually dug up the entire iron plough wood tree by the roots, and did not let go of every root, and dug it out completely.

The few machetes he brought out couldn't leave any traces on the iron plough wood at all, they couldn't cut it, they couldn't push it down, and even if Tan Zong arrived, he couldn't have any impact on the iron plough wood.

Even so, Feng Sisha did it.

If you can't cut down a tree, can't you dig it?

Therefore, Feng Sisha spent a whole month, patiently and meticulously digging out the iron plough wood directly, and then did his best to drag the big tree back.

"He's at his limit!"

Feng Sisha is still about thirty zhang away from the village, Ye Feng's eyes flickered, and he said lightly.

Now the wind and sand, exhausted, the whole person is confused, just rely on instinct to move forward step by step, as long as his breath is loose, the whole person will be paralyzed, without rest for five or six days, do not think that he can recover as before.

The young people in the village were all eager to try and want to help, and some had even jumped down, but Tan Zong couldn't help but chuckle in his heart when he saw the strange smile floating on the corner of Ye Feng's mouth.

"Stop, don't help him, let him come by himself!"

Tan Zong's sharp warning made the young people in the village stop and look at Tan Zong with puzzled faces.

Tan Zong was naturally extremely depressed in his heart, looking at Feng Sisha's tired and death-ready appearance, it was absolutely impossible to say that he was not distressed. But Feng Sisha has been tossing and turning hard for a month, if he is rejected by Ye Feng in these last few steps, how bad the situation will become, Tan Zong is already shuddering just by imagining it.

"Sisha, come on! It's almost there, come on, you'll be able to succeed soon......"

Tan shouted loudly.

Ye Feng's expression did not change at all, and he did not object to Tan Zong cheering for Feng Sisha.

He just quietly watched the wind and sand walk towards him step by step, and the other party's appearance of being extremely tired but having to grit his teeth for support reminded him of many previous things.

"Everybody, that's how they got through step by step. Come on, as long as you don't stop, you will have a chance to succeed, as long as you stop, you will never see the many scenery on the road ahead. ”

Ye Feng was secretly cheering for the wind in his heart.

He felt as if he had become the hot-blooded young man he had been, and he couldn't help but be passionate.

"Sisha, come on!"

"Don't be looked down upon by outsiders, it's just a few steps away, come on!"

"You can, you can, you'll succeed......"

When the people in the village saw Ye Feng standing beside Tan Zong, they immediately understood the meaning of this, even if they didn't understand, they would be mentioned by the people next to them. They all shouted loudly, cheering for the wind and sand.

One step, two steps, three steps......

As if he had regained his strength, Feng Sisha's footsteps, which had been slowed down, moved forward again, moving towards the stockade little by little.

Ye Feng had already landed in front of the village, quietly waiting for the arrival of the wind and sand.

Whew!

The gasping sound was like a dilapidated bellows, and Feng Sisha looked in a trance, as if sensing Ye Feng's existence, and his eyes suddenly lit up with a strong light.

His body shook, his steps became faster, and his whole body seemed to be infused with a new strength, and he was alive and vigorous.

"Master, I did it!"

(End of chapter)