Bai Feng was silent for a moment.

Unexpectedly, in the next year, Sister Zhizhi would be able to become a big figure on the side of the wind and clouds because of a blessing in disguise.

The leader of the Southern Alliance, the demon in the sword, the rebellion of the eight gates, the swallowing of the seven Kou...

Wearing a crane mask and a broken knife, she is obviously a delicate girl, but she is shown as a man.

Bai Feng can almost imagine how majestic and lofty Sister Zhizhi was at that time, and this is just the beginning of a generation of legends, right? After all, Sister Zhizhi's teacher doesn't seem to be simple.

Long...

He said, "Forget it, let's not bother."

A person like me, who has not been a martial artist for a long time, will only become a burden to her. ”

"After a while, I'll use another peek of fate to see if the future has changed.

If it hasn't changed, that's enough. ”

He closed his eyes, as if he had returned to that cold winter night many years ago.

Three small figures wrapped in tattered cotton robes, shrunk under an eaves, three bowls in front of them are considered begging, the restaurant in the distance is red and green, the heat is in full swing, the fragrance wafts from afar, and the three of them swallow saliva.

He sat in the middle, leaning on Song Zhi on his right and Zhao Ye on his left.

Later, Zhao Ye got married, and the two hadn't seen each other for nearly a year...

Now, Song Zhi also has her own future, a future that is so bright that she never dared to dream of it at the beginning...

"That's good."

His good brother and sister both have their own futures.

"I'm so happy for you..."

The young man said happily, looking a little inexplicably lonely.

He suddenly rushed out of the door like crazy, came to the open space and focused on practicing boxing, even after night, he refused to eat, refused to rest, even if he was extremely tired, he refused to stop, just over and over again, tirelessly and frantically practiced two fowl boxing.

"Bai Feng, come back for dinner!" Sister Doubao shouted under the moonlight, and the young man didn't hear it.

"Dad, you're hungry," the little white tiger shouted, but the boy still didn't seem to hear.

Finally, Sister Doubao couldn't stand it anymore, dragged him back directly, and then threw him to the seat, and then leaned forward on the table, hunched over, crossed his hips, leaned over with a small face, shook the hill and shouted: "Bai Feng, what's wrong with you today?" ”

Bai Feng said: "It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, as if I had separated from a relative..."

Sister Doubao said curiously: "You have lived alone in the Prince's Mansion for so long, you were not uncomfortable at that time, why are you uncomfortable now?" ”

Bai Feng fell silent.

Sure enough, Song Zhi has been forgotten.

Do you want to spit her name back?

Forget it, the reason why Emperor Yu accepted Song Zhi as a disciple is precisely because of this, if he spits it back, it may change the future.

Sister Doubao looked at him uncomfortable, and saw that he was obviously very tired from practicing boxing, but he was still stubbornly looking into the distance, and her heart suddenly became uncomfortable.

She moved her legs, flipped to Bai Feng's side, and suddenly hugged him tightly and hugged him into her arms.

A feeling of suffocation struck, and Bai Feng was startled.

Sister Doubao wrapped her hands around, her right hand wrapped around the young man's left shoulder from behind, her left hand wrapped around his right ear, her small chin propped up on the top of his head, her body twisted and rubbed intimately a few times, and meowed: "Bai Feng Bai Feng, I will be your relative, okay?" So you don't feel bad, right? ”

"Put... Let go of me..."White Wind snorted.

Sister Doubao hugged him tightly: "I don't know what you've lost, and I don't know what you're thinking, but I don't want you to be unhappy, eat well when you're hungry, and sleep well when you're sleepy...... Don't be upset, okay? Is it good meow? ”

"Hmm... Feed... Put... Let go... Put... Uh-huh-hmm......"

Suddenly, the second bean bag sister appeared.

Immediately afterwards, the third bean bag sister appeared.

The bean bag sisters embraced the white wind from all directions, like the ocean drowning him.

"Look, you have so many relatives meowing. So many relatives care about you meow. ”

Feed... It's all you, right?

Bai Feng was speechless.

Sister Doubao surrounded him.

...

...

was so troubled by white bean buns, and the sadness of being separated from Song Zhi couldn't be hurt.

However, an extremely real problem has been kicked back.

"Daddy... starved to death..."

"Daddy... I can't live anymore..."

Bai Feng had no choice but to find Sister Doubao to eat supper with him.

The white bean bun is very happy.

"How many bowls will you eat tonight?"

"Two pots, two pots for one person. Maybe I'm growing up..."

"Me too!"

...

...

The explosion of Bai Feng's appetite is not too surprising, because even the blind can see that Bai Feng is getting stronger.

Words like "fierce" and "fierce" were already written on his muscles...

Bai Doubao is not blind, and Yuan Kui is not.

So, the two of them gave Bai Feng more food as a matter of course.

Lunch was set directly on the table.

Then, Bai Doubao saw Bai Feng carrying a bucket to eat.

Just as he was curious, he saw Bai Feng clipping a whole roast goose with chopsticks, and then ate it in one bite, and the roast goose fell and fell into the bucket.

Bai Feng caught another roast duck, and the roast duck continued to fall and fell into the barrel.

After a while, a table was empty.

Bai Bean Bao was shocked, she looked at the bucket of food tightly packed, suddenly showed a cute smile, and then blinked, giving Bai Feng a thumbs up.

White Wind: ???

...

...

The next day.

Bai Feng saw that many bean bag sisters were equipped with wooden barrels, and some even hung them directly on their waists.

Compared with the dagger on the leggings and the repeating crossbow on the waist, this barrel gives people the feeling that it is really a "weapon of unknown function".

However, Sister Doubao is to "pack" meals and bring them back.

When she walks around the canteen, the barrel is filled with rice and poured over the dishes.

White Wind: ......

...

...

Either way, the problem of food is temporarily solved.

But a more direct question was thrown on Bai Feng's face again.

That's the money...

He looked at the 618 taels of silver in his "silver taels", and he was really a little helpless.

But how can he make money?

The question stumped him.

"It seems that I have to ask Aunt Bai... However, here I don't have to worry about food or clothing, what do I want money for? ”

"There's no other way but to try."

...

...

Afternoon.

A message came.

[Song Zhi went southeast with the water of the Yunhe River, entered Henan Road, and was rescued by Yuhuang (Erpin Martial King) on the maple water...]

"Sure enough, the future is happening step by step."

Bai Feng was distracted for a moment, then found the white bean bun and asked, "Has Aunt Bai come back recently?" ”

Bai Doubao said: "It's going to be a while." You can tell me something, I can tell the Lord meow~"

Bai Feng gritted his teeth and said, "I want to do something to make money." ”

"Make money?" Bai Bean Bao looked at him with a wink of confusion.

Bai Feng said: "That's right! Make hay! I will always have a family in the future, but I have not saved any silver in my hands..."

"Oh~~" Bai Doubao suddenly said, "Asking for my wife's money?" ”

"Yes!" White Wind insisted.

Bai Doubao asked: "Then what are your specialties, I can tell the Lord Meow." ”

"Specialty?"

Bai Feng fell silent.

What can he do on the surface?

"Tell stories, I can tell stories."

Although not very sure, after all... He doesn't have "Du Niang" in his head, and it is impossible to copy and paste the stories he has seen to tell.

And the reason why many stories are wonderful is actually a lot to do with the text and the way the story is told, and it may be boring in another way.

Moreover, because the time has passed for too long and a lot has been experienced, many stories have long been forgotten, and even if they haven't forgotten, they can't tell them all.

However, at this moment, in order to make money, Bai Feng could only say this.

Because after thinking about it, in addition to copying a few poems, he can only rely on his past experience to tell some stories, as for whether it is useful or not, he will talk about it.

"Oh, I'll ask the Lord." Sister Doubao is not interested in the story.

...

...

That night, Bai Doubao imitated the appearance of the Lord, raised his chin slightly, and said lazily and elegantly: "If he asks for money, give him money, and buy him a story for a hundred taels of silver."

But this story doesn't want to be heard by Hongu now, and when Hongu wants to hear it, let him tell it.

It's just that what story to tell has to be decided by this palace, and he can't refuse. ”

White Wind: ......

"Would you like to do so? White Wind? Bai Bean Bao asked.

One hundred taels of silver, a custom story, this is simply an outrageous price.

Even though Bai Feng knew that there might be a trap in the middle, he couldn't refuse, because he really needed money so much.

"I do."

White Wind had no other choice.