Blacksmith Cui Qi saw that Ye Feng had changed his attitude, and immediately appeared in his original form, turned around suddenly, raised his hand and nodded the young man twice, and said with a smile: "Hehe, that's right, how many people begged me to make a move, I don't bother to take care of it, count you kid interesting!"

After Ye Feng left, Fan Qing sat alone in the tavern for a long time, until the shopkeeper walked up to him cautiously under the constant urging of the tavern shopkeeper, and said apologetically that it was getting late and the store was closing. He walked out of the tavern in a daze.

Out of the tavern, Fan Qing staggered all the way to the door of a magnificent mansion.

On the courtyard gate more than one zhang high, there is a black black black wood plaque, on which are written three vermilion lacquer characters of "General's Mansion".

Raise your hand and knock on the door bolt twice, the courtyard door was slowly opened from the inside with a "squeak", and an elderly man with gray hair poked his head out of the crack in the door with a lantern in his hand.

Seeing that it was Fan Qing who knocked on the door, the old man hurriedly pulled the door open with a concerned expression, "Uncle, you are back, Miss has been waiting for you all night." ”

As he spoke, he smelled the smell of wine on Fan Qing's body, and couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied: "Uncle, how much wine have you eaten? Why is there such a big smell of alcohol on your body!"

Fan Qingqiang smiled and lied: "Oh, Uncle Xun, I took someone outside the city today to catch a two-hundred-year-old fierce beast tiger, and I was happy to have a few more drinks with my brothers." ”

The man walked into the courtyard door with his legs raised, waved his hand to the old man, and said perfunctorily: "I'll go to Ling'er, you can rest early..."

The old man called Uncle Xun looked at Fan Qing's back and smiled helplessly, shook his head, and finally plugged in the deadbolt and went back to his room with a trembling body.

After passing through the courtyard, Fan Qing's footsteps stopped in front of a side room with an oil lamp on.

Fan Qing wanted to push the door, but stopped moving, he raised his hands and rubbed his face vigorously, trying to squeeze out some smiles, and then raised his hand again and knocked on the door twice.

Dangdang~

A few moments later, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the room, and the door opened.

A beautiful woman wearing a cloud shoulder walked out of the room, the woman held the door frame, smiled at Fan Qing, and asked with a smile: "Why did you come back so late today?

As he spoke, he stepped aside so that Fan Qing could enter the house.

Fan Qing took the beautiful woman's hand, and the two entered the side room side by side.

Fan Qing took off his armor and explained to the woman: "Today, I took someone to catch a fierce beast outside the city, and I was happy to have a few drinks with my brothers. ”

The woman took the armor, carefully hung it on the hanger, turned her head to look at Fan Qing sitting on the bed, pondered for a moment, and said softly: "Why are your eyes swollen?"

The woman sat down on a chair beside her, looking at Fan Qing with a smile on her face, quietly waiting for an answer.

Fan Qing laughed dryly, moved the pillow, and lay down on his side, "I haven't drunk for a few days, maybe it's allergies." ”

The man beckoned to the woman and said with a smile: "Ling'er, it's not early, let's turn off the lights and rest early?"

The woman took a few serious glances at Fan Qing, took off her cloud shoulder and walked to the bed, and got into Fan Qing's arms.

After pondering for a moment, the woman looked into the man's eyes and said seriously: "It's really not good, you can quietly take someone to Da Song to take your sister over, and I will tell my father there." ”

Fan Qing was stunned, she could no longer pretend to be calm, she turned her head to look at the woman, her expression gloomy, "She... She's gone. ”

The beautiful woman was shocked when she heard this, frowned and asked, "What about the horn and his grandmother?"

Fan Qing looked at the woman's anxious eyes, and his heart warmed, and after thinking for a moment, he still told the woman what Ye Feng had told him.

After listening to Fan Qing's narration, the woman also sighed abruptly, paused, looked at the man and asked cautiously, "That..." Why don't you find a way to get the horn over?"

Fan Qing carefully weighed the pros and cons, shook his head lightly, and looked gloomy.

"Alas~"

The woman sighed, her heart was heavy, "If the horn really worships Na Zhuo Qi as his father-in-law, I am afraid that he will be with us Zhe'er in the future..."

At this point, the woman seemed to think of something she didn't dare to think of, and she didn't have the courage to say more, so she hugged the man next to her tightly in fear.

Fan Qing also gasped heavily, gently patted the woman's shoulder for comfort, frowned and closed her eyes silently.

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Ye Feng took advantage of the moonlight to follow Cui Qi all the way to a broken blacksmith shop that didn't even have a door.

As soon as he entered the door, Cui Qi asked the young man to go to the small courtyard behind the shop to find a room to live in, and he took the dragon scales and couldn't wait to get into the shop to lock the door, and specially asked Ye Feng not to disturb him.

Looking at Cui Qi's excited and dancing face, Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh in his heart, and said secretly: Could it be that all the geniuses in this world are so different?

Shaking his head helplessly, the boy raised his legs and walked towards the backyard cabin.

After turning around, Ye Feng found a relatively clean room to live in, put the back basket and sword in the corner, the young man told Yuan Bao not to talk at will, and finally cleaned the room briefly, and began to close his eyes and meditate, and calm his mind to practice a small meditation technique.

The sloppy beggar he met in the birch forest before had warned Ye Feng not to continue to practice physical exercises, otherwise his family would be killed.

Although the young man didn't believe in the art of divination, it was a matter of his family's safety, and Ye Feng would rather believe it than believe it.

Moreover, the beggar once guided himself out of the mountain to go in the direction of the direction, and really let Ye Feng meet his father Fan Qing, who had been missing for many years, and also met the blacksmith Cui Qi by mistake, which also made him feel that although the sloppy beggar is not very reliable, he should still have some real skills.

In this way, Ye Feng could only stop practicing Fuhu Fist anymore and wholeheartedly cultivate the small meditation technique and sword moves.

On the other hand, now that he has reached the four realms of physical training, he still has not found a suitable mental method for physical training.

Without the assistance of a good mental method, no matter how hard you practice boxing, you won't make much progress, so it's better to concentrate on cultivating your own qi cultivation first, and improve the realm of qi training.

As for Qi cultivation, he had already reached the middle stage of the Five Realms, but he was still a long way from the peak of the Five Realms.

There is another thing that the young man is puzzled about, that is, every time he ascends to the realm, his body will have some unusual reactions.

It is like rolling on the ground in unbearable pain, or the vision of the sky falling from the sky in Yeyun Mountain.

In the dead of night, Ye Feng often pondered these questions repeatedly.

It's a pity that I didn't apprentice, and many problems can only be solved by intuition, and even simply go forward with the idea of taking one step at a time, which is really difficult.

After meditating for an hour, Ye Feng untied the divine soldier Xuanjiao wrapped in the black cloth.

The young man pulled out his sword, the silver sword body trembled and buzzed, and the momentum of the whole person also changed.

There is no such thing as the previous delicate and frailty, but only a chilling indifference and a sharp murderous intent.

At the same time, Cui Qi, who was in the shop in the front yard, put down the piece of dragon scales he was holding in his hand and quickly turned his head, squinting his eyes and looking in the direction of Ye Feng's house.

After a long time, the lewd man with the red nose chuckled, shook his head and sighed: "I didn't expect that this kid of yours still has such a divine sword in his hand, but it's a pity, although he has a relationship with the way of the sword, the root bone is indeed a little worse." ”

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On the city wall of Ziwuguan at night, there stood a sturdy young man wearing silver armor and a silver helmet.

The young man's stocky left face had three hideous and terrifying scars, which he had recently been caught by a five-hundred-year-old vulture when he went to hunt fierce beasts outside the city.

This vulture is naturally poisonous, so the scar can no longer be recovered, and I am afraid that it will accompany the boy for the rest of his life.

Looking at the blurred grassland in the distance, the young man put his hands to his mouth and shouted: "Ye Feng! I will become the captain of Zhaowu! When you come back, I will definitely be able to become a bigger official! I promise that no one will dare to bully you when the time comes!"

After speaking, the sturdy young man lowered his hands and rubbed his nose, and smiled innocently, with tears shining in the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this, the two black-armored Iron Eagle Guards standing behind the young man almost sat on the ground, looking at each other with a look of disbelief in each other's eyes.

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In the early morning of the next day, in the hut in the backyard of the blacksmith shop, a pair of frog eyes poked out of the back basket in the corner of the wall and looked at Ye Feng in a daze, not even daring to breathe.

At this time, Ye Feng still maintained the posture of pulling out the sword just last night, and even his breathing rate had not changed, so he had been standing in place all night.

Because at the moment when Ye Feng just pulled out his sword last night, he seemed to hear the sword Xuanjiao in his hand say something to himself.

But the voice was so small that Ye Feng didn't hear it clearly at all, so in order to confirm whether Xuan Jiao had conveyed his thoughts to him, the young man just stood all night.

After another two pillars of incense, Ye Feng felt that his body was already a little crumbling that could not be supported.

Slowly releasing a breath of true qi held in his body, the young man staggered and fell on the bed behind him, looked at the Xuanjiao in his hand, gently stroked the sword body with his hand, and muttered to himself: "Are you talking to me?"

Yuan Bao couldn't stand it when he looked at Ye Feng's obsessive appearance, so he retracted into the back basket and fell asleep with the short stick in the back basket.

Retracting his thoughts, Ye Feng wrapped the sword in a black cloth and put it aside, walked out of the blacksmith shop and went to the street to buy some food and came back.

When passing by Cui Qi's room, the young man put a roast chicken wrapped in oiled paper and a pot of wine in front of the door, and he bit the cake and returned to the house.

After a few simple bites, Ye Feng went to the well in the small courtyard to get some well water, washed his clothes, wiped his face, and continued to go back to the house to start practicing drawing and collecting swords.

After repeating this for a few days, Cui Qi in the hut still didn't move at all, and there were already seven or eight roast chickens at the door, but no one came out to get them.

If it weren't for the sound of a strange laugh or crackling and smashing things from time to time in the hut, Ye Feng really wondered if something had happened to Cui Qi.