After only a few steps, the two suddenly felt something strange behind them.

Turning his head, he saw that the night void above his head seemed to have been cut by a giant with a knife, and a blinding bright light shone out of it.

Ye Feng and Su Qinghua subconsciously raised their hands to block the strong light, and when the light gradually weakened, after the two put their hands down, they saw a picture in the night sky that was ten feet long and wide, gently rippling like water.

The scene in the picture is a towering mountain peak, surrounded by white mist and auspicious clouds, like a fairyland.

Several colorful birds are circling and chasing around an ancient tree, adding a bit of aura to the whole picture.

After staying for a while, Su Qinghua retracted her gaze a little boredly and rubbed her sour neck.

She raised her hand and pointed to the picture in the sky, and asked Ye Feng, "What is this? Is it a mirage?"

"I don't know..."

Ye Feng looked at the picture in the sky with a wary gaze and shook his head gently.

"Oops~"

Su Qinghua rolled her eyes, still faintly scared in her heart, so she deliberately pretended to be impatient, and muttered to the young man: "Okay, little fart, don't look at it, let's go back, this is a mirage..."

In the middle of the sentence, the girl stopped her voice in vain, and the whole person froze in place as if she had been immobilized, and a pair of apricot eyes looked at the picture in the sky intently, and her delicate pretty face was full of disbelief.

At the top of the peak, a man stepped into the air, and his figure was elegant.

Stepping on phoenix wings gilt boots, wearing a light blue wide-sleeved robe, a sword hanging from his waist, a delicate face, narrow eyes, a white jade glazed crown on his head, and the long black hair neatly tied up, giving people a sense of femininity, between the eyebrows, and faintly with a hint of Haoran.

From the first day she met Ye Feng to the present, Su Qinghua had imagined countless times what a teenager would look like when he grew up, especially after entering the desert.

And the chic and flowing man in the robe who suddenly appeared in the picture was exactly what she thought Ye Feng should look like when she grew up!

After being stunned for a long time, the girl in Tsing Yi swallowed her saliva with difficulty, raised her arm with some difficulty, pointed to the picture in the sky, looked at the man in the black robe who was already sitting cross-legged against the ancient tree in the picture, and asked Ye Feng: "Little boy, look at that person, he... Does he look like you?"

There was a hint of excitement in the girl's tone.

"Hmm..."

Ye Feng nodded, squinted his eyes and carefully observed every detail of the man in the black robe, was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and said softly: "The sword on his waist is my sword..."

Ye Feng slowly untied the black cloth wrapped around Xuan Jiao, raised his hand and handed the sword to Su Qinghua.

"Huh...?"

Su Qinghua opened her mouth in surprise, and she couldn't react for a while.

At this time, the man in the black robe in the picture seemed to hear the conversation between the two, muttered for a moment, lowered his head and took off the sword from his waist and held it in his hand.

Pulling out the sword, a smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, and he glanced in the direction where Ye Feng and Su Qinghua were, intentionally or unintentionally.

Putting the sword back into its sheath and placed it horizontally on his knee, the man leaned his head against the ancient tree and slowly closed his eyes and stopped moving.

After Su Qinghua came back to her senses, she snatched the Xuanjiao in Ye Feng's hand, pulled out her sword and held it in the air, and repeatedly compared it with the Xuan-robed man's saber. Surprised: "Oh my God! These two swords are really exactly the same, what the hell is going on?"

"Hehehe~"

Ye Feng laughed inexplicably.

His squinting eyes gradually relaxed, and he turned to the girl and replied, "I don't know what this is supposed to be, but there is a situation that can explain it..."

"What's the situation?"

Su Qinghua asked.

Ye Feng raised his head again, looked at the man in the robe for a few moments, hesitated for a moment, turned his head and said lightly to the girl: "I think, he should be the future me!"

"Huh?"

Su Qinghua made a very embarrassed expression at Ye Feng, raised her hand and pointed at the man in the black robe, and confirmed the young man again: "You said that he is the future you?"

Ye Feng nodded, his expression calm.

The girl in Tsing Yi pursed her mouth, withdrew the sword from the scabbard and returned it to Ye Feng, patted the young man's arm, and said in a tone that taught the juniors:

"Little fart, if you say this, sister, I really have to say two words to you, although you have a little bit of resemblance to people's parents, but you can't put gold on your face like this! Are you embarrassed?"

After belittled Ye Feng, Su Qinghua didn't seem to feel very enjoyable, and then covered her mouth with her hands and pretended to retch, with a strong voice.

Ye Feng didn't care about Su Qinghua's mockery, unhurriedly re-wrapped Xuanjiao with a black cloth, raised his head and looked at Su Qinghua with a smile, and appreciated the girl's slightly exaggerated acting skills.

Su Qinghua took advantage of the gap between her sleeves to cover her face, and secretly glanced at Ye Feng, seeing that the young man looked calm and playful, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

She stopped her movements boringly, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Hey, little fart, can you give me a reaction? Sister, I'm very tired of acting!"

Ye Feng shrugged helplessly, "I'm not talking nonsense, I don't believe you, not only his sword is the same as mine, but even the scars on his hands are exactly the same as mine!"

The young man stretched out his right hand and handed it to the girl in Tsing Yi, his palm was upward, and a hideous scar at the tiger's mouth came into the girl's eyes.

Su Qinghua looked at the thumb-thick scar on Ye Feng's palm, her heart ached, and her eyes couldn't help but be a little red.

She subconsciously reached out and touched it, and just wanted to ask Ye Feng how she got it, but suddenly she was silent, turned her head to look at the night sky, and her pretty face was inexplicably covered with a layer of frost.

Ye Feng looked at her curiously, and saw that on the top of the mountain in the picture, I don't know when there was a woman's back, and at this time she was chatting with the man in the robe face to face, causing the man to laugh a few times from time to time.

This woman is also wearing a light blue wide-sleeved robe, holding a sword, and her black and green silk hangs down behind her waist like a waterfall, escaping with the wind, with a graceful posture and extraordinary temperament.

Although it is just a back, anyone who sees it can guess that this woman must be a beauty in the city!

After coming back to his senses, Ye Feng tilted his head sideways and looked at the mouth shape of the man in the black robe, trying to see if he could deduce what he was talking to the woman through his lips.

After only two glances, Ye Feng felt a heart-piercing pain in his arm, and when he turned his head, what caught his eyes was Su Qinghua's pretty face that could drip water...

"Is it pretty?"

Su Qinghua said coldly, and a pair of apricot eyes were about to burst into flames.

Ye Feng was looking at it intently, and he was pinched for no reason, and he was also angry in his heart, rubbing his hot arm and saying angrily: "What are you pinching me for?" I want to figure out what they are talking about, I am looking at their mouth shapes!"

"Heh~"

Su Qinghua sneered, raised her hand and pointed at the woman in the picture, and mocked Ye Feng's yin and yang weirdness: "Lip-synching? I think you're looking at her! Didn't you say that man is the future you? Who is that woman?

Su Qinghua's series of forced questions suddenly made Ye Feng a little crying and laughing, and the young man bit his lip worriedly, and explained very innocently:

"I'm sure that man is the future me, but I don't know who that woman is, otherwise how would I lip it to them?"

After a pause, Ye Feng felt that Su Qinghua's question was a little inexplicable, and after thinking about it, he couldn't help but ask suspiciously: "No, even if that woman is my future daughter-in-law... What does that have to do with you? Why do you ask so much?"

Su Qinghua's pretty face turned red, and she looked around with a pair of almond eyes, pinched her waist with both hands and shouted: "What do you mean it has nothing to do with me? Let me tell you! You can only marry me in the future! You are not even allowed to look at other women!"

As soon as the words came out, the girl realized that her words were a little out of words, and hurriedly covered her mouth, not daring to look at Ye Feng again, and longing to find a crack in the ground to get into. secretly said in his heart: "Oh, it's over, it's over, why am I so shameless... How can you tell what is in your heart..."

Ye Feng, who was still a teenager, was also a little stunned by this sudden confession.

After standing for a long time, he suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart.

It's just that Ye Feng's face is also very thin, and he has been standing for a long time, and he doesn't know what to say to ease the atmosphere.

After a period of ambiguous embarrassment, the two young men closed their mouths tacitly and turned to look at the picture in the sky together.

Only this time, both of them were visibly absent-minded.

In the picture, a man and a woman in a black robe have stopped talking.

After a long silence, the man stood up with a lazy expression, he patted the dust on his body and walked in front of the woman, looking at the woman with a smile on his face.

The two men looked at each other for a moment without saying a word, and the long-haired woman suddenly drew her sword without warning, and stabbed the man in the chest.

"Ahh

Su Qinghua was taken aback by the woman's movements,

She glanced at Ye Feng, who was frowning beside her, and then looked at the man in the black robe in the picture, instantly confused, reacted, and hurriedly asked Ye Feng anxiously: "Little fart! What the hell is going on? Why did that woman kill you..."

Ye Feng's eyes stared coldly at the picture in the sky.

He raised his hand and signaled Su Qinghua to be quieter, not to interrupt, and his tone was calm, "Don't worry, I'm not dead yet, I don't want to be killed in the future, just help me remember every detail of that woman's body, I have to figure out who she is first!"

"Hmm!"

Su Qinghua nodded vigorously, and her apricot eyes stared at the back of the woman in the robe without blinking.