Half a month later, on a day of heavy frost, Di Yunfeng escaped all the way back to Yangmen.

The True Martial Realm has passed the end of autumn and entered the early winter, and everything has long been silent. This world is long and long, the winter will last for more than four months before it ends, the winter of Zhenwu is extremely cold, so people will be busy with the harvest at hand from the Mid-Autumn Festival, start to store food, add beds and charcoals, and stay at home in normal times except for the New Year's Day.

It's like hibernation.

Di Yunfeng quietly returned to Yangmen, no matter what, he was also a guest of the Hanfeng Hall of the Outer Hall, and an official disciple of the name.

Hanfeng Hall is as deserted as ever, and it can also be justified to say that it has been lonely here for ten years.

Hanfeng Hall is like an alternative among the many Qionglou Yuyu, it has blue tiles and white walls, red bricks and wooden beams, just a house composed of several attic courtyards, there are no flowers and plants in the small courtyard, and there are no furnishings in the room, the bed is the bed, the wooden bed is the same color, the window is the window, and the white oil paper window is the same color. It's definitely not ugly, but it must be a house that can't be more ordinary.

In such a house, apart from Di Yunfeng and Bai Xiu'an, I am afraid that there will be no third person willing to live in it.

The operation of Yangmen in recent years seems to be really sluggish, first there was the murder of Huang Chen, then the old man Guan Shi died at the foot of Laoshan Mountain, and then more than 1,000 people were arrested and rushed to the battlefield, and finally Elder Taishang never returned...... This series of changes is like a heavy punch hammer in the chest of Yangmen, even the hardest the sect can't withstand such a blow.

Yangmen was originally majestic and majestic, but now it has been reduced to only six, and the original 8,000 guests are now less than 2,000, and it is only ten years from prosperity to decline.

It can be seen that whether it is the world or the real martial arts, prosperity and demise are always on the same timeline, and overnight, the earth is turned upside down!

"It's good that no one comes to disturb me, so I don't have to disturb Lao Tzu's rest. ”

Di Yunfeng crossed his waist, looking at the empty courtyard with a smile and a smile, it was not an exaggeration at all, walking inside, one step at a time, and if he landed a little harder, he would step on a sinking dust.

It's so filthy that it doesn't look like a place to live.

Di Yunfeng took off his thick robe, found an iron tree broom in the corner of the courtyard, rolled up his sleeves and swept away the thick dust in the courtyard. If he uses his spiritual power, he will sweep away all the dust with a wind on his sleeves, but if he does this, he will not be able to understand what the four words "do it yourself" are.

To be honest, Di Yunfeng's mind is now full of two things. The first is to sweat profusely, and the second is to fight with a woman until he is crumbling and sweating.

Obviously, at the moment, at this moment, he can only realize the idea of sweating profusely.

Although Hanfeng Hall is empty, it covers a lot of land, and the courtyard houses inside and outside are inevitably cleaned for more than ten days.

Only those who are free enough will spend ten days cleaning an entire house by themselves.

Di Yunfeng was very busy, but he really spent ten days moving the entire Hanfeng Hall from the inside to the outside, the west wing, the east wing, the lobby, the bedroom, the kitchen, the thatched house, the floor, and the beams...... Wherever there is filth, he serves them cleanly.

Ten days later, the iron tree broom has been ground into a bare wooden pestle, Di Yunfeng solemnly placed it on the beam, it is precisely because of this iron broom that the entire Hanfeng Hall has become clean and tidy, in other words, it is the "vanguard of cleaning the battlefield" Although the broom has been smoothed, but it has made a great contribution, although it is still glorious in death, and it has retired bravely, such a broom should be given the respect it deserves. So Di Yunfeng put it on the beam of the house and made it part of the pillars of the Hanfeng Hall!

"What's next?"

Another night.

Night.

A biting cold night.

Di Yunfeng sat on the cold roof tiles scattered in his robes, there are no stars in the winter of the Zhenwu Kingdom, even the moon is rarely seen, and tonight is about the same, except for the air as cold as water, there is only him who has nothing to do and drinks alcohol.

Of course, he didn't come to Yangmen to clean up the house, but this person won't think too much when he's busy, but as soon as a person calms down, all the thoughts that should be there when he is lonely will flood into his mind, and he really feels at a loss for a while.

"I don't know if Ziyu still doesn't let me bother, and I don't know if Qin Yinglan still remembers me, how would Miss Sisi feel if she knew that her grandfather died because of me......"

Di Yunfeng muttered to himself.

These are all sesame trivial things, nothing more than looking at friends and making trouble. In fact, Di Yunfeng knew very well in his heart that he didn't have any special purpose for coming to Yangmen at all, but he couldn't think of a place for his prodigal son now.

"Present the immortal and demon order, find a way to blend into the fairy world, get the woman you care about, and then use the double cultivation magic skills that you have been eager to try night and night......"

This is the big thing in Di Yunfeng's heart, although these things don't seem to be very promising.

"Solve the small things first, and then go to the big ones!"

Di Yunfeng was a carp, he hadn't had a carp for a long time, he stood up, and was about to go to find Wen Ziyu and Qin Yinglan, but before he left, he remembered that it was late at night, and he had the courage to visit, if he was seen by other disciples, he would probably gossip......

"Let's look for an opportunity tomorrow. ”

Di Yunfeng shook his head slightly, laughing at himself for being too immediate, so he turned around and jumped off the roof, picked a guest room at random, and quietly closed his eyes and fell asleep after three breaths on the bed.

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The next morning, the sky was cloudy, the frost had just fallen, and a layer of icy snow scabs formed on the white walls of the green tiles, which was a scene of frost, and frost was a sign of winter.

On the eve of snowfall.

The outer disciples had already set off before dawn, and the movement was quite loud, and it was said that the edge of Yingzhou was attacked by birds of prey, killing and injuring many people.

The inner disciples also get up early to practice the morning class, and the disciples below the vein practice the body, every morning regardless of the severe cold and heat, they have to run around the main peak of Laoshan three times, one circle is less than thirty miles away, three circles have to be nearly a hundred miles, ordinary horses have to eat grass a few times a day for a hundred miles, but Wu Xiu is not allowed to drink even a drop of water. It can be seen how hard it is to train the body and strengthen the foundation.

Di Yunfeng woke up from his sleep on the fifth watch, and after washing up, he changed into a clean and tidy disciple's clothes, he pondered his makeup in front of the mirror for the first time, back and forth until dawn, after all, he felt that he didn't look like a famous disciple.

Xu has been wandering in the rivers and lakes for too long, and his habits and temperament do not match this orthodox dress.

Di Yunfeng's eyes are deep, the word "vicissitudes" is clearly displayed on his face, he is random by nature, the cocoon of the knife in his hand is rough, the palm of the knife is inward, and the thumb is always buckled on the handle of the knife.

This looks like a living old Jianghu!

"Alas......" Di Yunfeng sighed lightly, and it was really a little unaccustomed to suddenly calling him a famous and decent disciple, "Could it be that I am only worthy of being a prodigal son by birth?" He laughed bitterly at himself, shook his head, and subtly changed his face with long sleeves, changing his face to become an extremely ordinary face, a face that would definitely be forgotten if lost in the crowd.

"Yi Rongcheng is like this, I don't know if Ziyu and they still recognize me. The corners of Di Yunfeng's mouth curled slightly, and he strode towards the inner door.

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Mount Everest is one of the top three inner gates, and the peak master Han Renjun's force is closer to the heavenly vein, and he is the strongest inner gate peak master outside the major main and deputy heads of Tianyang Gate.

The male disciples on Mount Everest have a feminine and beautiful temperament, and the female disciples have a beautiful appearance, and they can still feast their eyes when they cultivate martial arts, and the disciples of the outer peaks are envious of the disciples of Mount Everest.

Every day, there are people standing at the foot of Mount Everest waiting for the trial disciples to come down the mountain to practice, so that they can hand the rouge gouache and format tokens prepared in their hands to their favorite disciples.

Di Yunfeng was dressed in the clothes of an outer disciple, and his appearance was very mediocre, and many people stood at the foot of the mountain with disdainful glances. The disciples who dare to gather under Mount Everest to show off are naturally not too bad, they are all radiant, with beautiful jade on the left, stinky on the right, neat and aura, dignified appearance, majestic appearance, whether it is a male disciple or a female disciple.

Di Yunfeng didn't want to be eye-catching, but the more mediocre he was, the more unique he became, and his grass was really eye-catching in a world full of flowers.

"Brother, who are you looking for?" a tall brocade-clothed disciple walked up to Di Yunfeng, raised his chin and looked at Di Yunfeng and asked.

"Looking for Wen Ziyu. Di Yunfeng squeezed out a smile.

The Jinyi disciple obviously recognized Wen Ziyu, his face was shocked, and then he looked at Di Yunfeng with his eyes and asked, "What are you doing when an outer disciple comes to find Brother Wen?"

"Just like you," Di Yunfeng took out a roll of parchment from his arms, shook it in front of the brocade-clothed disciples, and then said to the surrounding disciples, "I'm also here to give gifts." ”

"Give a gift, what kind of gift?!" The disciple in brocade took advantage of Di Yunfeng's inattention, and expected to reach out and drag the parchment scroll in Di Yunfeng's hand, but Di Yunfeng reacted quickly, and before he could wave his hand, he took two steps back, he put the parchment into his chest again, and said softly: "It's just a mental formula, nothing to look at." ”

Yes, Di Yunfeng was fortunate enough to go to the library that day, and when he was faced with sixteen stone tablets, he stumbled upon a supreme mental method called "Qingfeng Sword Song". He thought to himself: Ziyu has successfully advanced to the lineage, this set of sword songs is in use, and she is one of the few sword cultivators, she will definitely like this set of sword songs to her......

"Hehe......" Di Yunfeng was already a little thoughtful, and the scene of Wen Ziyu and himself wanting to see each other had already appeared in his mind...... Is that really the case?

If you don't get along day and night for ten years, will you be able to get along day and night?