Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Ye Feng has been at an inn for nearly half a year.

Sent the last table of guests tonight to the door, the cold wind of early winter blew the thinly clothed young man into a spirit, trotted back to the house with his hands on his sleeves, Ye Feng plugged in the door bolt and stepped on the wooden ladder to return to the small bedroom.

Lying on the bed after meditating for a while, the young man stared blankly at the beams above his head, feeling unhappy.

In the past few decades, his strength has not improved by any margin, no matter how hard he tries, the two cultivations of his limbs, tendons and veins and dantian qi sea are just not the slightest movement, like a pool of stagnant water.

If it weren't for the fact that the small meditation technique had the effect of calming the mind and calming the qi, Ye Feng was afraid that he would have been unable to hold back his heart and embarked on a crooked path.

"No, I can't give up easily! Daddy, they must still be waiting for me!"

Thinking of his parents and family who didn't know where they were, the young man's tired eyes regained some light.

Retracting his thoughts, Ye Feng jumped up from the bed, turned around and pulled out the short stick inserted in the back basket, and practiced the sword swinging technique over and over again.

"Tut-tut~ Still so diligent and hard-working?"

With a familiar nasal voice, the toad ingots leisurely climbed out of the back basket and jumped onto the bed, staring at the two round frogs and looking at Ye Feng, who was staring at him stunned.

Reacting, the young man exclaimed to Yuan Bao with surprise on his face: "Clam, are you awake!"

The latter ignored Ye Feng, closed his frog eyes and used the unique talent of the spirit pet to feel the surrounding environment, and couldn't help but scold the young man angrily:

"You stinky boy makes me so miserable, other people of the same kind hibernate in winter, and when I wake up, it's winter!"

After speaking, Yuanbao's frog eyes revealed endless resentment.

Ye Feng was a little stunned when he heard this, and frowned in confusion:

"What does your hibernation have to do with me?

Yuan Bao looked at Ye Feng's stupid appearance and was a little speechless, and aggressively blamed:

"It has nothing to do with you? Do you know what the people who came to the inn did at that time? Do you know what a multicolored toad means to them? Do you know how terrible the bare-ass little doll you brought back is? Do you know?

It's a pity that this series of questions didn't make Ye Feng think through the reason, but he was even more confused, and he didn't react for a long time.

Yuan Bao was even more angry when he saw this, but he still didn't give an explanation angrily:

"Three Jin Dan, two Jiedan, not to mention those few Xuanzhao, the most terrifying thing is that bare-ass little doll! I can't feel his cultivation at all! These people together are enough to destroy half of the Great Song Kingdom, and you are still running around among them like a nobody, which is very happy!"

After that, the fat toad glanced at Ye Feng fiercely with frog eyes again, extremely dissatisfied with the young man's performance.

However, Ye Feng didn't have the heart to refute these, he quickly combined Yuanbao's words with his own experience in his mind, and quickly guessed the general idea in his heart, and after sorting out his thoughts, the young man couldn't help but frown and asked Yuanbao:

"You've seen that blind old man before, why didn't you remind me earlier?"

"In the past, I could only see the cultivation below the foundation realm, wasn't it that the bucket of spring water in Shilipo helped me strengthen my instincts... But I can't feel the other party's cultivation at any time, if the other party has a magic weapon with a hidden breath or has practiced special exercises, then I can't help it, the group of people who came to the inn are deliberately revealing their cultivation, otherwise I can't casually peek into their cultivation with their skills. ”

Yuan Bao was speechless and gave an explanation.

After a pause, the toad suddenly fell silent, and jumped back to the basket without moving.

Immediately afterwards, the crisp voice of the little proprietress came from outside the door:

"Xiao Ye Feng, what are you doing muttering alone without sleeping at night?"

"Oh, just sleep. ”

Ye Feng hurriedly responded, turned off the lights and lay down.

Early the next morning, Ye Feng, who got up early, had just finished practicing boxing, and was ready to go to Shilipo to fetch water with a flat shoulder.

Pushing open the wooden door of the front hall, the sight in his eyes couldn't help but make the young man stunned in place.

Looking at the snow-covered houses on both sides of the street and the snow slowly falling in the air, the young man muttered to himself:

"It's snowing?"

It seems that a snowy day will make people feel extra good, retract their minds, Ye Feng had a smile on his face, and walked out of the city with a pair of rag shoes stepping on the thick snow.

Enjoying the endless ice and snow world along the way, Ye Feng's thoughts drifted with the wind, remembering the days when he grew up in Qingxi Town, the snowman he built with his mother, the rock sugar gourd made by Old Man Liu in the town, and the snow in Qingxi Town...

In the wind and snow, there was a thin figure carrying a flat shoulder, looking a little lonely and a little small.

A year-end heavy snowfall brought a strong New Year's flavor to the already lively Longyou City.

At the door of an inn, the guy who ran the hall stepped on the bench and twisted the fart valley under the command of the account room.

"Right right right left, left, oops, big, do you have a problem with your eyes?"

The bookkeeper held the golden bottle in his hand and scolded angrily.

"Whoever you love, I will not do it, uncle!"

The runner jumped off the stool and slapped the word Fu on the stool, shaking his head and entering the house without looking back.

"Hey, you're still doing it!"

The bookkeeper glared at the back of the running hall and replied, walked to the bench with a pout, picked up the word Fu and posted it with Baal.

In the kitchen, the bald cook, Ye Feng, Ye Feng, and the little proprietress were sitting around the board and wrapping dumplings together, whispering a few times from time to time.

In the pile of old tall firewood in the backyard, the fat frog body of the toad ingots squeezed back and forth in it, muttering again and again: "His grandmother's, I don't believe that I can't find a bug that doesn't hibernate during the Chinese New Year!"

"It's the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, what does Xiao Ye Feng want to eat? I'll make it for you!"

The bald chef rarely didn't pull a face, and said to Ye Feng with a smile.

"Fried fat sausage!"

The boy blurted out.

The little proprietress on the side couldn't help frowning with disgust when she heard this, and waved her hand and said, "Huh... How could anyone love to eat something so disgusting?

Seeing this, Ye Feng laughed embarrassedly, paused, pinched the skin in his hand, and said to himself:

"When I was at home before, my mother didn't let me eat these things, but my second uncle liked to eat them, and my grandfather didn't let my second uncle eat them, saying that although the family was not rich, they didn't eat the pig's water. So the second uncle ate secretly, but once I bumped into me, the second uncle was afraid that I would tell my grandfather so he pulled me into the water, and since then, he will call me every time he eats fried fat sausages, even if I am not at home, he will secretly leave some for me. ”

After speaking, Ye Feng's eyes may be a little itchy, he raised his hand and rubbed it, and his hair and face were stained with a large patch of snow white.

After listening to Ye Feng's narration, the little proprietress who was a woman couldn't help but feel a little sentimental in her heart, and just wanted to say something to comfort Ye Feng, but when she looked up, she saw the flour on the young man's face, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Poof~ Xiao Ye Feng, everyone is only one year older during the New Year, why are you full of gray hair?"

After speaking, he continued to hold his stomach and laughed, and his pretty face turned red.

Seeing this, the latter looked helpless, honestly lowered his head and wrapped dumplings, and no longer cared about this crazy woman.

The bald chef who was silent glanced at the two, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he opened his mouth in a salty and non-salty manner: "In our hometown, every Chinese New Year, we have to put a copper coin in the dumplings, and whoever can eat it means that there will be a year of good luck." ”

"Okay!"

The little proprietress clapped her hands in approval, and then took out three copper coins from her cuffs and prepared to wrap them in dumplings.

"Wait!"

Ye Feng raised his hand to stop the little proprietress and said with a wink:

"There are five of us, for the sake of fairness, let's pack five. ”

"Are you stupid?"

The little proprietress looked at Ye Feng with eyes as if she was eating in vain, raised her chin at the curtain of the front hall, and whispered in the young man's ear:

"Just those two guys who don't have enough to do do do use copper coins? Anyway, let's cook the dumplings!"

After speaking, a thief smile appeared on her pretty face.

Without waiting for the young man to answer, the bald cook suddenly grabbed something from the vegetable basket behind him and threw it to the little proprietress with his head down, and said angrily: "Devil pepper, very spicy, smoking in the nostrils!"

The little proprietress hurriedly took it and gave the cook a thumbs up with a smile.

Seeing this, Ye Feng couldn't help but secretly rejoice: "Fortunately, I also came to make dumplings, otherwise I would have been killed by these two people!"

After wrapping the dumplings and dividing them into two drawers, the little proprietress was just about to instruct Ye Feng two more words, but the voice of the account room came through the door curtain:

"Little hostess, someone has sent something. ”

"Come on!"

The woman answered, got up, wiped the flour in her palm, and walked away.

After making sure that the little proprietress had gone away, the bald cook, who had not said a word, suddenly turned around, held the two drawers of dumplings in his hands and shook his arms hard, and all the dumplings flew into the air together, and then neatly fell back on the bamboo drawer in the cook's hand.

After repeating it a few times, Fang Feng grinned at Ye Feng:

"Hey, hey~ If you want to play, play the biggest!"

Ye Feng was speechless, with a black line on his face.

In the evening, the little lady asked Ye Feng to set off two strings of firecrackers at the door, and asked the cook to set a table by the stove in the front hall to serve the meal, and the five people sat by the fire and listened to the sound of firecrackers outside to eat Chinese New Year's Eve dinner together.

"Ahhh

With an earth-shattering shout, the little proprietress stood up and slapped the chopsticks in her hand on the table, and pointed at the bald cook with a red face and said angrily: "Dead bald!

However, the bald cook seemed to be eating by himself, but the bookkeeper and the guy running the hall on the side looked at the rampaging little proprietress with a blank face.

As for Ye Feng, he had always been afraid that the little proprietress would die, and he didn't dare to raise his head to speak at this time.

In the end, the matter ended with the bald chef eating ten devil peppers in a row under the supervision of the little proprietress holding a kitchen knife on the bench.

After everything returned to normal, Ye Feng looked at the rotten fireworks rising in the night sky outside through the open door panel, paused, and suddenly turned his head to the little proprietress on the side and whispered:

"Little boss, I have something to tell you, I want to... I want to go out for a walk..."