Yuan Feng woke up faintly, and his eyes were full of golden morning light.

In the blink of an eye, he remembered the previous night—in the end, he was finally defeated, revealing a big flaw, and was stabbed in the chest. Then the sword came out of his hand, and the man fell to the ground. Boundless darkness came to him like a tidal wave. At this time, he vaguely heard someone shouting "keep people under the knife".

At this time, he was lying in a strange room. There was no one in the room but himself.

Judging by the furnishings of the room, this should be the upper room of an inn.

I was saved, and the people who saved me were kind to me, healed my wounds, and thought that I would have no need to live for the time being. That's why I was relieved to lie alone in my room.

Realizing this, he let out a long breath of turbid breath and tried to use his spiritual power first.

Sure enough, the external injuries have healed, and the internal injuries have healed nearly seventy percent.

Yuan Feng's worries suddenly disappeared, lifted the thin quilt on his body, turned over and got up.

At this moment, the door of the hidden room "creaked" and was pushed open.

A middle-aged man in his early thirties, dressed in a blue shortty, pushed the door open and entered, holding a round tray of vermilion lacquer.

There is a bowl of rice porridge and a small plate of stuffed golden gourd shreds on the tray.

Immediately, the room is full of fragrance.

When Yuan Feng heard it, not only did his tongue relish, but his intestines moved like thunder.

It's not embarrassing for a while.

The middle-aged man walked to the table of the Eight Immortals in the room with a smile as if he hadn't heard it, and greeted warmly while setting the meal: "Senior Yuan, my lord instructed, you are recovering from a serious injury, and you will use some light porridge to pad your stomach this morning." ”

You actually know who my surname is! Yuan Feng was even more curious, and glanced at the middle-aged man again.

This person is only a third-level Qi cultivator, a big level lower than him, his face is unfamiliar, he is not a person he is familiar with, and he is doing the things of the people below him at this time, but the aura around him is not like an attendant or the like......

In other words, it is very likely that the person who knows me is the lord of this man.

"May I ask your lord's surname?" Yuan Feng asked directly, "Did your lord save me last night?" His cultivation is higher than a great realm, so there is no need to be humble in front of this person.

The middle-aged man raised his head and said with a smile: "Senior Yuan, you are not lightly injured, and you have been asleep for a day and two nights." After my father-in-law rescued you back, he healed your wounds, took care of you for a day and two nights, and just left, saying that you were afraid that you were going to wake up, and ordered the little one to send a bowl of porridge and food. ”

But he didn't let go, and said where his lord was sacred.

Yuan Feng heard it, and people deliberately didn't say it. However, from the words, he could feel the kindness of the other party. So, he didn't ask again, but thanked him, walked generously to the table of the eight immortals, sat down and drank porridge.

The middle-aged man had no intention of leaving, smiled unabated, held a round tray, and stood aside.

The rice porridge is warm and fragrant and glutinous, and the shredded golden gourd is slightly spicy and crispy to eat. It's a typical inn meal, but it's to your liking. Yuan Feng didn't show it on his face, and he was secretly surprised in his heart: he was really a familiar person. Moreover, they are also guests here.

Thinking of the title of "lord", he quickly looked at the Xiuzhen families he was familiar with while eating.

As a result, I still can't think of which friend saved me.

The spiritual rice porridge and stuffed golden melon shreds were all cleared, and the empty stomach and intestines were comforted to the greatest extent, Yuan Feng only felt that his whole body was warm and comfortable.

"Thank you. He put down the dishes and chopsticks, looked up and asked, "What do you call you?"

"So that Senior Yuan knows that the little surname is Zhao Mingxuan. Zhao Xuan was truthful.

Yuan Feng waved his hand, and a smile appeared on his cold face: "Brother Zhao, may I ask, when can I ask to see your lord?"

"Oh, Senior Yuan, sit down for a moment. The lord is discussing with the Taoist chief. When the discussion is over, I will come over. Zhao Xuan chuckled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. The lord is a classmate and friend of this person, but he doesn't know anything about this person. Therefore, he won't tell this person, it was the Taoist chief who hurriedly invited the lord over.

The night before yesterday, the lord not only brought back this one, but also brought back a demon cultivator who was also not lightly injured.

The lord is here to heal this one. He and the Dao Leader were not idle, and they had been interrogating the demon cultivator for the past two days.

This morning, I finally pried open the mouth of the demon cultivator. However, the information asked seemed to involve a big secret matter of the former Xianmen. He didn't know anything about the past of the Xianmen, and he didn't understand it very well. The Taoist chief's expression changed drastically, and he immediately invited the lord to come over to discuss.

What else can Yuan Feng do? The guest is as he pleases, not to mention, the lord of the family has the grace to save his life. So, you have to be patient.

He bowed his head and said, "I'm tired of Brother Zhao." I have nothing to do here for the time being, Brother Zhao, please take care of yourself. ”

Zhao Xuan shook his hands and presented a long sword.

Yuan Feng didn't need to look at it, he knew that it was his natal spirit sword.

There is a close connection between the sword cultivation and the natal spirit sword. Yes, since Zhao Xuan entered the house, Yuan Feng felt that the natal spirit sword was on his body. The reason why he didn't ask was because Yuan Feng knew very well that the person who came had no ill will towards him. Moreover, if his own cultivation exceeds the opponent's level by a great realm, he can recall the Natal Spirit Sword at any time.

Zhao Xuan returned the sword, put away the empty dishes and chopsticks on the table, and retired to leave.

Yuan Feng had nothing to do, so he simply sat at the table, pulled out the lost and recovered natal spirit sword, and slowly tried it. It's a habit he's developed over the years. No matter what happens, wiping his sword will always calm him down in the shortest possible time.

Fortunately, the mysterious lord did not ask him to wait for a long time. About half an hour later, the hidden door was pushed open again.

Yuan Feng's heart was shocked—when he was wiping his sword, it was actually the time when he was most vigilant. However, when someone came, he couldn't hear the footsteps outside the door!

What does this mean?

The cultivation of the comer is far above him!

Needless to say, it must be Zhao Xuan's lord who came.

He jerked his head up and looked at the door.

A long cyan figure pushed the door in: "Brother Feng, I finally see you again!"

The face is a little unfamiliar, but the smile on his face is as warm as ever, and it is still so familiar.

Yuan Feng put down the natal spirit sword in his hand, stood up with a breath, took three steps and made two steps, and strode forward excitedly: "Brother Yun! Oh my God, I'm not dreaming!"

"I didn't expect to meet you here. Shen Yun raised his hand, just like he had studied in the martial arts hall back then, and gently punched him in the chest, "You guy, it's so boring." After leaving the provincial capital, he was like a kite with a broken string, and there was no news again. ”

Yuan Feng felt very guilty in his heart, and explained embarrassedly: "I originally wanted to go to the handsome tent, and after breaking out of the world, I returned in brocade clothes." Don't want to...... It's hard to put into words. It's my fault. Brother Yun is not annoyed. Let me speak to you slowly. ”

Shen Yun smiled heartily: "Okay." We went to the table and sat down and talked slowly. ”

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