Dig a pit, bury some soil, and count one, two, three, four, five.

Thinking about it, Ye Feng buried Ye Huang.

After filling in the last spade soil, transplanting a few small trees, and watering a little, Ye Feng's work was completely completed.

"Father-in-law, Ye Huang asked you to bury him, but he didn't let you plant a tree on his grave." Looking at Ye Feng's operation, Ye Feihua couldn't help but complain.

"The trees are growing and full of life, and I hope it will give him some insight." Ye Feng really thought so.

After seeing Kurong Zen Gong just now, he probably understood some of the characteristics of this exercise.

This exercise also requires the understanding of the life and death of sentient beings, and now there is no time for Ye Huang to realize the life and death of sentient beings, so he can only stimulate him with this external thing.

"Build a log cabin, and we'll stay here for the time being." Ye Feng said to Ye Feihua.

"Okay."

Nodding, Ye Feihua went to cut wood and build a cabin.

Ye Feng sat at the head of Ye Huang's grave and quietly realized the Kurong Zen Gong.

Strictly speaking, this withered glory Zen Gong is a practice of cultivating the spirit, one withering and one glorious, reincarnation is endless, so that the spirit is reincarnated in the withered glory, transcending it, and reaching the realm of withered glory.

The spirit is detached, and then reflects the whole body, and the whole body will also be transformed under the traction of the spirit.

Ye Feng probably figured out the principle of this exercise, which was very similar to Daoyan's heart in the past.

Daoyan's heart is through the understanding of the hearts of sentient beings, and then tempers himself, and then wants to transform, and finally, after listening to the voices of too many people, in the minds of sentient beings, he lost himself, went crazy, and committed suicide.

And this Kurong Zen Gong is to immerse yourself in the cycle of life and death of all beings, and it is estimated that if you don't get it right, you will really kill yourself.

"It's dangerous!"

When he opened his eyes, there was a bit of vicissitudes in his eyes, even if it was only a preliminary attempt, Ye Fengbian had already felt the evil nature of this exercise, looking at the grave beside him, feeling the faint signs of life that were still fluctuating inside, there was not much he could do, he could only pray that Ye Huang would pass over safely.

Originally, he could still be restored with his own ability, although he may not be able to return to his original state, but he can still live well.

But this guy .....

"Everyone has their own path, father-in-law, when did you also like to be nosy and sentimental?" Ye Feihua carried the log and said while cutting it with her own silk.

"It's not sentimental, and there's no idea of interfering in your life, it's just a little emotional."

Ye Feng sighed, "For my father's life, the pursuit of stability is the first, but you all like to take risks. ”

"Ye Huang, this kid, even uses this method to push himself to a dead end to cultivate, aren't you afraid of failure?"

"If you fail, you fail!"

Ye Feihua said, "As long as you walk on the path you want, even if you fail, it's nothing." ”

Chaowen said, death can be carried out.

Ye Feihua's idea is very pure.

Ye Feng shook his head slightly, didn't say much, just continued to comprehend Kurong Zen Gong.

On the second day, the bald brother came to him.

"Uncle, have you ever seen a tall and thin young man?" Ye Feng has changed his appearance now, and the bald senior brother doesn't know him.

"I don't know." Ye Feng shook his head slightly, he felt that his fate with this bald senior brother could be suspended for a while.

If ten years later, this bald senior brother has always insisted on his guidance and cultivated some results, then it can continue this fate.

Otherwise.... Then this fate can really be broken.

"So, I'm bothering my husband." Arching his hand, the bald eleventh senior brother, quickly ran into the distance.

"Why don't you recognize him?" Ye Feihua was cooking, and after hearing the steps of the bald senior brother leaving, she asked in the house.

"Why do you want to recognize each other?" Ye Feng said, "Just let it be." ”

"You cook first, I'll go find a little girl."

As soon as the words fell, Ye Feng's whole person left the place in an instant, calculating the time, it had been a long time since he had gone to find Ding Wuliu.

Yikes!

In the small courtyard, Ding Wuliu squatted on the horse, boxing seriously, big fish and big meat plus medicinal herbs to nourish, the thin body was already much rounder, and every time the little fist was waved, it would make a sound of breaking the wind.

After seeing Ye Feng, Ding Wuliu didn't stop boxing, but the serious expression on his face immediately collapsed, and all of them turned into joy.

"Don't get distracted and keep punching."

Watching Ding Wuliu continue to convert pile skills, in just three months, the little girl has learned all the pile skills currently on the market.

Faintly, Ye Feng also saw the deformation of the pile gong in her.

mixed with the essence of what he had learned, faintly blended into one, forming his own style, looking like a white fat pigeon, very similar to Ding Wuliu's aura.

"I've seen adults."

Ding Wuliu's father, Ding Laohan, carried firewood on his back and carried his prey, and hurriedly saluted when he saw Ye Feng.

"Hmm." Nodding, Ye Feng didn't say much, just continued to observe Ding Wuliu's punches.

"My lord, I don't think the practice of boxing during May or June is not very standard, no problem, right?" Ding Laohan was instructed by Ye Feng not to take the initiative to interfere with Ding Wuliu's boxing practice, but he was still very worried when he saw that his daughter's pile fist was faintly deviating from the textbook.

"That's a good thing."

Shaking his head slightly, looking at Ding Wuliu who had already finished practicing his fists and ran over, Ye Feng smiled slightly, and then stretched out his fingers, his fingertips wrapped around the innate qi, and his will was condensed in the innate qi, and Ding Wuliu's little head was poured from the center of his eyebrows.

"Abandon distractions, don't think too much, concentrate on it, and do what you think."

Ye Feng's voice echoed in Ding Wuliu's little head, what he taught Ding Wuliu now was his own Divine Dragon Stake.

The Shenlong Pile is not an inherent form of Pile Gong, this Gong is a unique pile Gong created by self-comprehension and fusion, which can be regarded as a spiritual pile to some extent.

And what Ye Feng passed on to Ding Wuliu was an opportunity similar to an epiphany.

This can also be regarded as an application of innate qi, and only innate qi can reach this level.

Ding Wuliu sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and quietly realized the white qi in his mind.

At first, it was just a feeling of confusion, but gradually, the shape of the bird became clearer and clearer.

Every time she flails her wings, the feeling becomes more and more real.

"My lord, what's wrong with five or six?" Looking at Ding Wuliu sitting quietly in place, Ding Laohan asked with some concern.

"She's having an epiphany, she's following her own path, and that's good." Ye Feng smiled and said, "Just go cook for you, I'll take care of it." ”

"The Sword Comes"

Observing the changes in the aura around Ding Wuliu's body, the original illusory white dove aura was much more condensed, much more lively, and more spiritual.

"What a genius!"

Feeling the flow of Ding Wuliu's qi and blood, Ye Feng found that these methods contained in them came from different pile gongs, and then these methods were fused, supplemented, and cut by themselves, turning into a pattern that belonged to the white pigeon.

Faintly, Ye Feng seemed to see a pair of blood-colored wings formed by the flow of blood in Ding Wuliu's small body.