Ye Feng nodded as if the chicken pecked rice, and then greeted the other soldiers with a smile, "Hey~ Soldiers, how are you! Are you tired!?"

These bloody scimitars who fought on the battlefield were all very uncomfortable with Ye Feng's hippie smiling face, and avoided their eyes one by one, unwilling to look at the young man.

In fact, it wasn't that Ye Feng had a big heart or deliberately disgusted them, he just wanted to take the opportunity to see their cultivation.

When Ye Feng saw that their cultivation was all in the Eighth Realm to the Fifth Realm, a hanging heart let go a little.

Looking at the bronze medal in the hands of the soldier leader, it was not difficult for Ye Feng to guess that this group of people could find out so quickly, it must be because of that bronze medal.

But before Ye Feng could think about what to do next, the leader of the soldiers had already put the bronze medal in his arms, waved his hand to the group of scimitars behind him, and threw down two stiff words:

"Take it away!"

As soon as the words fell, two of them jumped off the horse, pulled out two dark iron chains from their waists, and walked towards Ye Feng.

"Wait!"

Ye Feng raised his hand to stop the soldier, turned his head and frowned at the leader, "Why did I arrest me?

The leader of the soldiers sneered, "Hmph~ Obviously, you have already been in the Xuan Zhao Realm, and you dare to come here to pretend to be stupid, I suspect that you are a spy sent by which sect to steal resources!"

The leader of the soldiers flirted at the two scimitar men who were holding chains, and motioned for them to hurry up.

Seeing this situation, Ye Feng naturally couldn't sit still.

However, just as he was about to use "teleportation" and slip away, the leader suddenly said something and immediately made Ye Feng give up his plan to escape.

"You don't have to worry too much! If you really just want to go to the city to hang out with relatives, it's not impossible for us to be accommodating, but you have no basis for what you say, it just so happens that our national teacher is also around here, wait a while and let him see your details, if he says you're okay, then I'll let you go immediately!"

National Teacher?

Ye Feng's heart blossomed.

When he came back to his senses, he pretended to be submissive and asked the leader of the soldiers: "Brother Bing, dare to ask who the national teacher you are talking about?

"Nonsense!"

The leader of the soldiers glared at the young man, "This is the Jin Kingdom, of course the national teacher of our Jin Kingdom, Master Zixuan!"

The leader of the soldiers stopped talking nonsense with Ye Feng, turned his horse's head and walked in front, followed by several other scimitars.

Seeing this, the two scimitar langs holding the "Xuantie Chain" hurriedly tied Ye Feng into a porcelain solid, pushed him onto one of the horses, and finally chased in the direction of the team together.

After walking for a while, Ye Feng understood that this team of scimitars was not as tall as his own, but he had a lot of confidence.

Because every half mile, he saw a squad dressed in black armor and carrying scimitars.

The number of people in each team is around eight or nine, and the lowest cultivation level is also the foundation of the five realms, and the highest one is even at the peak of the ten realms.

It's true that people's cultivation is low, but they can't stand the number of people.

Maybe Ye Feng's cultivation was too low in the past, or maybe he was on the wrong path.

When he was in and out of Thousand Caves City before, he had never discovered the existence of these scimitars.

He even suspected several times that this Thousand Cave City was heavily guarded, and it was just a legend spread by falsehood.

It wasn't until I saw it today that the boy knew that the rumors were really true.

In the end, the team came to a camp, and the leader of the team asked the two subordinates to look at Ye Feng, and he got into the dense camp tent, thinking that he was going to find the "national teacher" in their mouths.

It didn't take long for Ye Feng to hear a burst of heavy footsteps with his sensitive ear, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a strange smile.

"Hey, such heavy footsteps, it's the fat monk!"

The young man said secretly in his heart.

"See the National Teacher!"

The two scimitar langs, who were in charge of Ye Feng, saluted in the direction of the comer.

Ye Feng followed the sound and almost laughed.

The person who came was indeed the fat monk Zixuan with a bright head, holding a greasy pig's trotter in his hand, and at this time he was gnawing the fat on the top while walking in the direction of Ye Feng.

"National teacher, he is the one I just captured. ”

The leader of the team walked quickly to Ye Feng and pointed at Ye Feng to explain to Zixuan.

"Oh..."

Zixuan gnawed on the pig's trotters by himself, glanced up at Ye Feng casually, lowered his head and tore off a piece of fat meat, just chewed it twice, and suddenly raised his head.

"Ahh??h

Zixuan's eyes widened like a pair of copper bells.

He stared at Ye Feng and swept up and down a few times to confirm that he was not mistaken, and couldn't help but grab the pig's trotter in his hand in surprise, pointed at Ye Feng, and stammered: "You..... You..... Boy, why are you running here?"

Ye Feng tried hard to hold back a smile and gave Zixuan a "meaningful" look.

The leader of the squad next to the two of them and several scimitars under him, looking at this and that, were confused and didn't know why.

So, Zixuan repeated his old trick and lied that Ye Feng was his lay disciple, thus sending the leader of the scimitar team.

When the little leader heard that he had actually arrested the lay disciple of the national teacher, he immediately shuddered, and hurriedly ran to Ye Feng and bowed down again and again to make amends, begging Ye Feng to forgive himself.

Ye Feng naturally didn't bother with him, but praised his actions again and again, only to make this little leader grateful and burst into tears.

After the oolong, Zixuan pulled Ye Feng to a high ground not far from the barracks.

Sitting on the snow, looking at the endless black sand beach covered with a little snow in the distance, the young Ye Feng and the fat monk Zixuan all looked memorable.

It was as if the two of them worked together to slaughter the dragon as if it had just happened yesterday.

After being silent for a long time, the fat monk stuffed the pig's trotter in his hand into his arms and bumped Ye Feng with his shoulder, "Okay, you kid can do it, you will step into the Xuanzhao realm in less than two years!"

Ye Feng smiled faintly, shook his head and said, "There's nothing to be proud of, it's just that I took some shit luck and got a little chance by chance..."

Zixuan was bored, pursed his lips in disgust, paused, suddenly remembered something, and suddenly raised his hand to wake up his snot, "Do you know Fan Zhe?"

"Fan Zhe?"

Ye Feng repeated it suspiciously, and suddenly remembered the unruly young man with a bone gun he met when he first met Ma Lao.

After a moment of hesitation, the young man asked Zixuan, who was not sure, "What did you say... Is that the boy in Dawan City who used a bone gun?"

"Yes!

Zixuan nodded firmly, "Fan Zhe is now my junior brother, when he first arrived at Tianyin Temple, he often mentioned you to me, and said that the next time I meet you, I will not lie on the ground, but don't say that the fat master I didn't remind you, he is now at the peak of the Great Perfection realm, if you go to Taishang Jiuzhou Island, be careful to meet him when the four major sects are fighting!"

The fat monk's words were not without pride, but the deeper meaning was indeed that he hoped that Ye Feng would change his mind and reconsider entering the door of Tianyin Temple.

Thinking of what Fan Zhe said in the bamboo forest when he was leaving, Ye Feng couldn't help but smile, "Then come on, who is afraid of whom?

The fat monk didn't speak again when he heard this, sighed softly, turned his head to look ahead, and looked into the distance.

Ye Feng pretended to turn a blind eye, grabbed a handful of snow sideways, and kneaded it to himself.

With his mind, how could he not hear the meaning of Zixuan's words.

But it has always been his dream to worship Taishang Jiuzhou Island, and now he can't improve and use physical cultivation, if he really goes to Tianyin Temple, wouldn't it be a big delay?

After weighing the pros and cons repeatedly, Ye Feng could only refuse Zixuan's proposal.

Despite this, he believes that this decision will not affect his relationship with the fat monk.

After a period of silence, the fat monk asked about Ye Feng's experience in the past two years.

Curiosity is greater than politeness.

And Ye Feng except for the things related to Leng Nuan, Li Ji and Huang Shilan, he had no reservations.

After chatting without a match, the two of them were silent again for a long time, and the fat monk suddenly turned around and groped on Ye Feng.

"What are you doing?"

Ye Feng was so frightened that he "lost his face".

"Do you have any condiments?"

Zixuan asked while touching.

"Don't touch me, don't touch me, give it to you, give it to you!"

Ye Feng took out the condiments with a red face.

"Hey~"

The fat monk stuffed the oiled paper bag into his arms with satisfaction, and grinned, "Don't worry! I'm not interested in men..."

Ye Feng was speechless, and the words that the little proprietress once said sounded in his heart, "A fake monk who can eat in death!"

The two chatted for a while, and Zixuan took out a waist card from his arms that allowed him to freely enter and leave the Thousand Caves City and gave it to Ye Feng, and explained to him that he still had the task assigned by the master, and he couldn't get together for a long time, so he could only wait for the next time to drink and talk.

Ye Feng had already guessed that Zixuan would appear in the scimitar lang's barracks, there must be something important to do, so naturally it was not good to stay long. So he said "cherish" to the fat monk, turned around and left the barracks.

Back on the official road outside the Thousand Caves City, the sky was already full of stars, and the snow was floating in the night sky again.

Looking at the Thousand Cave City that was close at hand, Ye Feng suddenly slowed down.

I don't know why, he just felt that every step he took was extremely heavy.

I don't know how long I walked like this.

A sorrowful voice drifted into Ye Feng's ears, "Red beans are dreaming in vain... The snow is empty..."

"It's her!?"

Ye Feng's heart suddenly tightened.

He paused suddenly, only to feel that his legs were like the weight of a thousand gold, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move half a minute.

It wasn't until now that Ye Feng suddenly discovered that the girl in Tsing Yi had already quietly filled his entire heart without knowing when.

Maybe in Ye Feng's heart, there was once the little girl in red who met when he was young, "Jiaojiao", or maybe there was also the girl in white who was like a fairy and understanding.

But at this moment, he finally understood that those former thoughts were just a kind of throbbing ignorance when he was young.

The only thing I care about the most is the lively girl in green clothes and a pair of almond eyes.