The rockery outside Yunhua City is not high, and it is barely a glimpse of the scenery in the city. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info but Ji Feng was seriously injured, and it took a lot of effort to barely climb to the top of the mountain.

The snow-covered steps wind along the rocks, and the mountain is filled with a faint smell of incense, and there is only one house at the peak.

This is an extremely magnificent temple, but also extremely empty, supported by nine large trees that two people can hug together, these beams are just simple polishing, and there is no carving, but the natural tree pattern outlines nine straight to the clouds Jiaolong pattern, look at the tree pattern should be a thousand years of Nanmu.

The Mingyuan Temple outside the capital is really different from other places, like the Mingyuan Temple on the edge of Guanghua City is far inferior, but the bronze bell hanging in the middle of Nanmu is exactly the same as the one outside Guanghua City, and it is a little stingy to put it here.

Ji Feng's imperial envoy flying sword knocked the big bell, the bell sounded loudly, through the temple, and after a while, the abbot hurriedly walked out, his face was gloomy, but when he saw the flying sword flying freely in the sky, his face instantly became respectful, raised his hand and lowered his eyebrows, bowed and said:

"Immortal Master. ”

Ji Feng didn't pay attention to it but breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the door of the door and slowly lay down, every movement was a little stiff, and the door that Ji Feng leaned on left a stain of blood, which was terrifying to see, and the abbot was also shocked when he saw it, but he didn't dare to say more, but his head was getting lower and lower.

This Mingyuan Temple is the safest place for Ji Feng to think of, even if there is a war, people in the world will not dare to intrude, otherwise if he encounters an opponent like Zhang Linyuan in the city, it is really difficult to retreat with Ji Feng's strength now.

Ji Feng looked at the door from afar, Yunhua City was already in chaos, the whole team of soldiers was shuttling through the streets, and the sound of gold and iron frightened the people to open the door. As soon as the national teacher dies, the court will inevitably be turbulent, Emperor Yin does not have to be constrained by others, and the Bai family and the Wen family in the pillars of the Four Kingdoms may be able to escape, but these things have nothing to do with Ji Feng.

A few days later, Ji Feng's injuries had recovered a bit, and some of the pills he had brought from Donghua Gate came in handy.

"Immortal Master, are you leaving?" The white-haired abbot asked Ji Feng respectfully, there is not much incense in the temple these days, and the abbot has been trembling next to Ji Feng, and today he saw that Ji Feng was leaving, and he was a little happy, but he didn't dare to reveal half a point.

Seeing such an old man being so respectful to him, Ji Feng was also a little uncomfortable in his heart, rubbed his eyebrows, and said, "I probably won't come back." ”

"Do you want to inform the Immortal Master? "The Mingyuan Temple outside Yunhua City has always been sheltered by the Xun Immortal Master inside the Donghua Gate, and Ji Feng can only be regarded as a nightstay.

"When he came, he thanked me for Ji, and there was no need to say anything else. Ji Feng thought for a moment and replied, and then went down the mountain.

The distance from Yecheng to Yunhua City is about the same as that from Yunhua City to Guanghua City, but it only took three days from Yecheng to Yunhua City Ji Feng, and it took thirty days to go from Yunhua City to Guanghua City.

Master Xiao Yi has mentioned many times that he will not live long, and Ji Feng has already had a bad premonition, which is also the reason why Ji Feng believed him after listening to the words of Geng Ghost King, but when he really heard the news of Xiao Yi's death, Ji Feng was still furious, and after killing Yue Qingkong to avenge his master, Ji Feng did not have a trace of revenge, but was extremely tired.

What kind of person is Master Xiao Yi?

Ji Feng was thinking all the way.

Xiao Yi is a killer but doesn't like to kill people very much. He is a lazy person, it can be seen from the fact that he has been indulging in the quiet life of a small town like Guanghua City, because he is lazy he does not want to fight with others, but he openly falls out with the deputy master of the famous sword sect for himself, and he doesn't care who he offends, because he knows very well why he draws his sword.

Perhaps, he is a person who lives in the past, he recalls all the time, he seems to be a tree, memories are like leaves to him, he looks at those leaves over and over again, notes down every vein of them, but the leaves will always wither and fall off, just like memories will eventually blur.

As time passes, autumn turns to spring, and new memories of past life are formed, and people bury their farther past deep into the ground, and begin to count new leaves and record new contexts.

But Xiao Yi, he's not! he can't wait for a new leaf.

He never refused to give up the original leaf, which was what he lived on, and if he gave up, he would only die.

Ji Feng didn't understand it before, because the predicament in front of him had already exhausted him, but when Xiao Yi died and became a leaf on his branch, Ji Feng suddenly understood something, and there were some things that could not be forgotten even after death.

I really want to go back to the Famous Sword Gate to listen to Master Xiao Yi's teachings! When Ji Feng stepped into Guanghua City, a tear finally fell from the corner of his eye, and it disappeared in the wind and snow in an instant.

Ji Feng rarely cried, and later, when the world really forced Ji Feng to cry, it was time for him to light a fire and start subverting the world.

The long-lost shouting in Guanghua City woke Ji Feng up from his memories, the cold weather, the hot wine, Ji Feng was very familiar.

Ji Feng entered the city gate and found that there was a portrait of himself on the yellowed notice on the wall at the door, and there was a note next to it, "Born evil ghosts, ominous people!" These were the words left by Immortal Master Ling at the beginning.

Now if these people knew that they had also become immortal masters and didn't know what to think, Ji Feng shook his head and snorted disdainfully. However, Ji Fengqing has lost a lot in the past month, his appearance has not changed for six years, and he has aged in January, and that kind of aging is engraved in the vicissitudes of life, which is very different from the young and vigorous self in this portrait.

Not far from the city gate is Muyang Restaurant, the city is the place where the wine is the most vigorous, there is Aoki Yaki from Yecheng, the strong wine is the most warm-warm, so the wine guests of Guanghua City gather here.

Ji Feng walked into the restaurant and saw the guests congratulating, the crowd was full of voices, and the shopkeeper was busy. Seeing Ji Feng, a new drinker, the shopkeeper hurriedly came over to say hello.

"Guest officer, is it a tip or a hotel?" Ji Feng still knew this person, but the shopkeeper had already forgotten him, and six years was not a short time.

"I'm tired of calling Shopkeeper Zhao, I'm looking for him to have something. ”

The shopkeeper looked at Ji Feng again, still faced, the shopkeeper knew that the shopkeeper Zhao was not an authentic person from Guanghua City, and he was worried that Ji Feng was really an acquaintance of the shopkeeper, so he didn't dare to offend, so he only asked Ji Feng to wait.

After a while, the shopkeeper led the shopkeeper Zhao downstairs, and now the shopkeeper Zhao has a few conspicuous tufts of gray hair on his sideburns, and he can't hide it.

"Are you, Ji Feng!?" Shopkeeper Zhao was first shocked and then overjoyed when he saw Ji Feng, and walked down the steps made of logs.

"Uncle Zhao. "Shopkeeper Zhao has helped him a lot, uncle, he can afford it.

Shopkeeper Zhao laughed and even his hair trembled, pinched Ji Feng's arm vigorously, and said, "The body is so stiff, it's really young, it's really not comparable to me, an old man." Maybe it was because they hadn't met for a long time, and the joy washed away the sadness on Ji Feng's brows, and Shopkeeper Zhao didn't even see the sadness in Ji Feng's eyes.

The two chattered a few words, Ji Feng mentioned that he thanked Uncle Dong and aunt, and thanked him for taking care of him, it was his three gold baht that made him really make up his mind to go to the extreme north, if not, Ji Feng really couldn't rest assured that the two old men would go north alone.

Speaking of Uncle Dong and aunt, Zhao Zhang's brows furrowed, and his face became gloomy, he was usually an extremely straightforward person, but now he couldn't speak.

"What's wrong?" Ji Feng also felt a little wrong.

Shopkeeper Zhao spread his hands and sighed after a while: "Hey, the second elder passed away five years ago. ”

Ji Feng was stunned in place, unable to say a word, his face was as pale as a dead man.

"Ji Feng, Ji Feng!" Shopkeeper Zhao was startled when he saw Ji Feng's godless eyes, and hurriedly reached out to pinch Ji Feng's middle man.

"How did they pass away?" Ji Feng slowly asked this sentence without trembling.

Seeing Ji Feng's words as usual, Shopkeeper Zhao finally relaxed a little: "Hey, as you know, the people of the Fire Nation came to us to look for things, but they couldn't find it for a long time, and they clashed with the guards and people in the city many times.

Later, something more serious happened, that is, the assassin Shi Guan Cao was assassinated, and the guards thought that they had nothing to do with the people of the Fire Nation, so the two people quarreled. We are here by the border between the two countries, and there is a lot of trouble, and many people have died, and your uncle was accidentally injured and died in a quarrel with the Fire Nation people at that time.

I tried to contact you, but I couldn't. Later, I was worried that your aunt couldn't stand it and wanted to take it over, but she refused, and when I went to visit her, I often talked about you, and after half a year, your aunt became ill with longing, and the medicine couldn't be suppressed, so she followed the eldest brother. ”

Ji Feng listened with mixed feelings and stood for a long time.

Is this Uncle Dong's death also going to avenge himself? Do you want to seek revenge from the people of the Fire Realm? But the Fire Nation Iron that led to the original incident is in his own hands, and it was his own assassination of Guan Cao that caused the matter to worsen, so I should blame myself even more!

And when Aunt Dong was alone, she didn't accompany her, what a sin it was! Ji Feng's heart was in turmoil, and the tip of the knife pointed at Ji Feng, who would not change color in his throat, but now he was completely confused.

"Take me to see the grave. Finally said a word, the silence between them almost suffocated the shopkeeper Zhao, and the shopkeeper Zhao almost thought that Ji Feng would go crazy, and listened to Ji Feng's words and hurriedly agreed.

The location of the tomb is not far from Tangqian Village, and the old people like to return to their roots, and this location is specially arranged by Zhao's shopkeeper. Ji Feng walked to the grave and saw that there were not many weeds on the grave, obviously someone had cleaned it up, and the two tombstones on the grave were engraved with Dong Rong and Su Yudi, which were the names of Uncle Dong and aunt.

Ji Feng knelt down abruptly like this, his knees slammed the rigid board, and he looked at the two ink-colored tombstones motionlessly.

Ji Feng knelt for half an hour and didn't get up, and the shopkeeper Zhao looked a little heartbroken, and persuaded Ji Feng for a long time, but Ji Feng knelt without saying a word, and then the shopkeeper Zhao couldn't stand it and went back first.

The vast world, covered with snow, Ji Feng knelt for three days. On the third day, Ji Feng's wound by Yue Qing recurred, and he coughed up blood, and at this time, Ji Feng's eyes showed grief when he looked at the tombstone.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait.

Uncle Dong and aunt treated Ji Feng like a parent and son at the beginning, but now that the deceased is gone, his feelings are unforgettable, and Ji Feng's heart is full of grief and regret.

Ji Feng later built a small thatched hut in the tomb and kept filial piety for three years. stayed here and never left, and it was useless to persuade Zhao's shopkeeper many times during this period.

Ji Feng has thought about a lot of things in the past three years, and for the first time he has doubts about finding the traces of his parents and grandfather. I spent so much time cultivating desperately to enter the second floor of the Donghua Gate Hidden Scripture Pavilion to find the news of my grandfather, but in the end I failed, if I stayed with Uncle Dong and Aunt Dong these times, it might be much better to go to Master Xiao Yi.

Ji Feng finally figured out that he was more greedy for the warmth of the candle flame in front of him than looking for the ethereal sunlight in the dark night, but unfortunately when he was clear, the sunlight in the distance was not found, and even the candle flame in front of him was extinguished.