The two of you go back and forth, competing for the bowl. To the surprise of Morrowind, he was not Li Qingling's opponent at all. I saw that Li Qingling's hands were as fast as lightning, and the dishes on the table were reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Chenfeng's heart was full of tears! Looking at Li Qingling aggrievedly, his hands were limp on the table, and Chenfeng said bitterly: "Girl, I was wrong, please leave me some!"

Li Qingling was still holding a small basin at this time, gulping down the bone broth, and a series of gurgling sounds sounded in the room.

Hearing the morning breeze begging for mercy, Li Qingling finally stopped. Looking at the appearance of being messed up by himself on the table, he smiled embarrassedly, and said to Chenfeng:

"Brother Feng, that ...... That ......" Li Qingling didn't know what to say for a while, his eyes sank, and he said:

"I'm full, Brother Feng, these are yours, eat slowly!"

As soon as the words fell, Li Qingling got up and ran towards Chenfeng's bedroom, but just took two steps and turned back. Looking at Morrowind's puzzled gaze, and then, in Morrowind's angry eyes, he took the only meat on the table, a lobster.

Then Li Qingling hurriedly turned around, and when he just wanted to leave, he burped unrealistically. Hurriedly covered his ruddy little mouth with his little jade hand, held a lobster in the other hand, and ran away......

Ran away...... ran away, at this time, Chenfeng only had Li Qingling's slender back in his heart, and his face was as ugly as if he had eaten **.

"Dead girl, my dishes are all gone, not a single piece of meat!" At noon, an angry roar came from a small room.

The grove behind Morrowind's dwelling.

At this time, Chenfeng was sitting cross-legged under the shade of a tree, but his heart was unhappy about Li Qingling's gluttony at noon. A table of good dishes, Chenfeng didn't eat anything at all, after Li Qingling's wind swept away, there was only a table of leftovers, and Chenfeng was only about to eat, and he was unhappy after eating.

How long will it take to eat the whole feast, Chenfeng sighed in his heart. Shaking his head, he didn't bother anymore.

Morrowind is now sitting cross-legged, using the most basic technique of sensing aura.

The hands were closed, the morning breeze was motionless like an old monk, a sudden breeze blew, the branches behind the morning wind made a rustling sound, and the leaves fell with the wind, gently falling on the head and shoulders of the morning wind. The morning breeze seems to be unaware, unaware.

And so it was, and so on. Chenfeng opened his eyes, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, revealing a hint of disappointment. With a slight sigh, Chenfeng's body moved slightly, and an invisible momentum shook the leaves that fell on his body to the ground.

"Why, exactly? ”

Morrowind looked puzzled, he was sure that today's strange power was indeed spiritual power, yes, spiritual power.

When a martial artist cultivates, when he reaches the seventh order of quenching his body, he can use the aura of heaven and earth to wash **, and the most important thing is to use the aura to break through the blocked meridians.

There are eight main meridians in the human body, and a mysterious meridian that runs from the spine to the top of the head, a total of nine meridians.

Once all the nine meridians are opened, the aura can be incorporated from heaven and earth, and the aura can be precipitated and transformed into spiritual power. Then this power can be used for oneself.

Of course, this is just the method of most martial artists. It is said that there are still some strange spirits in heaven and earth, and these spirits are born with meridians all over the body.

When cultivating, they can wash away with spiritual power** and quickly break through the Naling period, and after reaching the Naling period, these spirits can use the exercises to accelerate the absorption of spiritual energy. Its cultivation speed is a thousand miles away, and it can be said that it is very different from ordinary martial artists.

However, such a spirit body is generally not born for 10,000 years, and Morrowind has never heard of anyone who has ever seen it, so that it is only a legend until now, and no one knows whether this is true or not.

However, according to ancient legends, every time a body against the sky is born, the mainland will inevitably fall into turmoil.

But these are still too far from the morning wind. Now all he was thinking about was how to break through the seventh order of the quenching body, and today, when the opportunity to come because of a first-rank mid-level martial art, he didn't feel anything, and Chenfeng had to be depressed.

After a fruitless day, Morrowind returned to his abode. And at this time, Li Qingling had not come back yet, although she didn't know what this girl was doing, but she had a father of the Eleventh Peak Lord, and there was no danger in the Purple Sky Cangyun Sect that could hurt her.

Thinking of this morning breeze, I relaxed, it was already nightfall, because the morning breeze did not like noise, and the place where I lived was also a remote place.

It was night, and there was silence around the dwelling, and the small trees in the backyard rustled in the breeze, and every now and then a birdsong or two sounded in the woods. And the morning breeze stood outside the door, quietly independent.

"Huh?"

Morrowind noticed something unusual, and a white object appeared next to the corner of the door, standing out in the night.

Morrowind stepped forward and pulled out through the crack in the door, it was a letter!

There was a big word "wind" written on the envelope, and the corners of his eyes jumped when he saw this morning wind, revealing a hint of strange color. Then Chenfeng saw a faint snow word on the seal of the envelope, if it weren't for Chenfeng's eyes were not bad, it was estimated that he would not be able to see clearly in this night.

"Falling Snow Pavilion!"

Thinking of this, Morrowind immediately raised his head and looked around, but it was still silent, and Moralbre, who had not noticed anything abnormal, turned his head back to look at the envelope.

When they are taken apart, there are complex symbols written on the white paper, which resemble characters. There are three lines in total, this is the original character of the Falling Snow Pavilion, and even in the Falling Snow Pavilion, few people understand the meaning of the characters, and in order to prevent confidential information from being leaked, this unique character will only be used to convey important information.

And Morrowind naturally understands the meaning of the characters, this is what the damn old man taught him, although he doesn't understand why the old man is so good to him, but Morrowind is still very grateful for the old man's kindness.

After reading it, walk into the room with the envelope Morrowind and burn the envelope. As soon as the envelope caught fire, it burst into flames.

Looking at the blazing envelope, Morrowind remembered the sinister and cunning old man. It was the old man who brought himself into the Falling Snow Pavilion, and the letter that was burning now was obviously the old man's handwriting. I remember that the old man told him at the beginning that he was the pavilion master of the Yellow Character Pavilion of the Luoxue Pavilion, and at that time Chenfeng was already very surprised.

As a pavilion master, there must be something special, at least the strength must be extraordinary. And by the fact that the old man was able to silently deliver the envelope to the crack of the Morrowind Gate just now, it can be seen that his strength is unfathomable.

Although Morrowind was in the outer gate, many of the elders in the outer gate had the strength of the late stage of Naling, and the fact that the old man could do this under the noses of so many strong people was even more surprising to Morrowind.