At noon that day, after returning the red belly pocket made of Dichen's piece of phoenix blood red silk with his name embroidered on it to Dichen, Feng Qingyan did not appear in Feng Xiaoran's independent residence for the next month.

Feng Xiaoran, the owner of this residence, rarely shows up, and he doesn't know what big things he is busy with.

And this month, Dichen's situation was even worse, the wrinkles on his face crisscrossed like ravines, and he suddenly seemed to be a hundred years old. However, compared to those old people, his spine has always been straight, and he has never been a little rickety.

He is Emperor Xuanyuan, even if his life comes to an end, he will stand up to the sky like the Decepticon that he left on the mound. Although such a way of dying, for an immortal cultivator, it is indeed a bit of a nest.

Looking at the wrinkles on his face that were increasing day by day, Di Chen smiled bitterly in his heart, this was really sitting still. The attitude that he was originally very disdainful of was manifested in him at this time.

Only, what can he do?

With his cultivation now degraded to the point where he can't even reach the rank of general?

It doesn't matter, even if it's just that he can't be restrained, he is not afraid of any powerful enemy, and it is a big deal to die, but he can't.

Once he causes an incident, he will inevitably be discovered by the people of the Feng clan, and his death is almost inevitable. Dichen is not afraid of death, but she is worried that the news of her death will reach Feng Yanran's ears, and it is absolutely impossible for her to insist on living anymore, and she will even feel that her persistence for more than a hundred years is in vain.

Feng Yanran was burned by the fire of hell all her life, and Dichen's heart ached, and every day was like a knife. But he still hopes that Feng Yanran can live, and the so-called tiger poison does not eat children. Feng Yanran is the patriarch's favorite granddaughter, and he will definitely find a way to release her.

If yes. It doesn't matter if she ended this life so quietly, at least Feng Yanran will always have illusions. Continue to insist on living, as long as Feng Qingyan, Feng Di and Feng Xiaoran, who are in the know, do not inform her about this.

It's just that I still haven't been able to see her until I die, which is indeed a bit regrettable.

"Regret is regret, who has everything in life?" Dichen comforted himself with self-deprecation.

"This skin can last for a month at most, right?" Di Chen lowered his head and looked at the wrinkled skin of his hands, looking indifferent, as if he was not talking about himself.

"Is anyone there?" A neutral voice came from outside the small courtyard.

"Who?" Di Chen asked casually, stood up, opened the wooden door of the small courtyard, and suddenly saw a young man standing outside the door, it was Feng Xiang who he saw a few days ago, the son of Feng Di.

"You ......" Feng Xiang's eyes widened when he saw Di Chen who opened the door, and he was frightened by the wrinkles on his face, if it weren't for the faint fact that he could still see some outlines. He thought it was the grandfather of the man he had seen the other day.

"He's coming to the Elder, he hasn't been back here in days. Dichen tried to pull out a smile, and the wrinkles on his face gathered, making him even more old and fragile.

"No, I'm here for you. Feng Xiang said.

"Looking for me?" Dichen was stunned. Some hesitation. Secretly said: "Does he already know my identity?"

"Yes, coming to you. Can I go in and sit down?"

"Oh, come in. This is the elder's abode, and I am not qualified to turn you away. "Dichen knows it's inevitable. I just let it go.

The two entered the courtyard and did not enter the house. Instead, he sat down at a stone table in the courtyard. Feng Xiang didn't speak, Di Chen didn't know what he meant, and he wouldn't make a rash sound, the two of them just sat like this, looking at the fire mulberry forest in the distance, occasionally glancing at each other with their spare eyes.

A moment passed, Feng Xiang finally took out a pot of wine and two wine glasses from the ring, filled the two wine glasses under Dichen's puzzled gaze, and then said with a smile: "Feng Clan's unique phoenix tail wine, taste it?"

What does this mean? Does it mean that he knows that Di Chen is not a member of the Feng Clan? If he is also from the Feng Clan, wouldn't he still say this?

"I haven't been able to find a drinking friend, but I'm lucky today. Dichen smiled, naturally he wouldn't say that he hadn't drunk it, he reached out and picked up a cup and gestured to Feng Xiang, and then sniffed, tasted, and drank it all. The movements are skillful, natural and not deliberate. Feng Xiang's eyes lit up suddenly, and he raised his glass and drank bitterly.

"How?" Feng Xiang asked.

Dichen glanced at him and slowly lowered his glass, but did not comment immediately, because he felt that this seemingly ordinary question was a trap. This phoenix tail wine, Feng Qingyan has never mentioned it, I don't know if I forgot or didn't have this kind of wine at all. Therefore, Di Chen suspected that Feng Xiang was using this to test him, and if he was a little careless, he might show his feet.

Feng Xiang saw that he was silent, nor did he urge, and was about to pour wine into the wine glass again, but was stopped by Dichen raising his hand. Under Feng Xiang's doubts, he took out a wine jug from the ring, opened the stopper, and suddenly a rich mellow fragrance rushed into his nose.

This wine is not bamboo leaf green, but two pots of red flame fruit berry wine that Millay gave him. He hadn't been drinking much for months, so the two jugs were still complete.

"What is this?" Feng Xiang asked with interest as he smelled the wine.

"Red Flame Fruit Berry Wine, a gift from a senior, let's taste it first, and then sit down to taste. Dichen skillfully filled the two glasses, and then made an inviting gesture.

Feng Xiang glanced at him, and was not polite, raised a glass and put it to his mouth, first sniffed its fragrance, then tasted its taste, and finally drank the full cup. Suddenly, a scorching warm current flowed down the throat and spread to the whole body, instantly refreshing and fragrant.

"How?" Di Chen asked in Feng Xiang's previous tone.

"Good wine, it's a great wine, I've never drunk it before. Feng Xiang praised from the bottom of his heart.

"What about your phoenix tail?" Dichen threw the question back to Feng Xiang and let him taste it for himself. And when he spoke, he deliberately added some emphasis on the three words "phoenix tails", if the phoenix tails were true, it was emphasized, if the phoenix tails were fake, he would let Feng Xiang know that he had seen through his lies.

Feng Xiang's eyes were lowered, staring at the empty wine glass in his hand, he just glanced at Di Chen with his spare eyes, and said with a smile: "The taste of the two is almost the same, but this Red Flame Fruit Berry Wine is stronger, and naturally the Yuan Power contained in it is also thicker." What's more, Chiyan berry wine is bitter and sweet, sweet and sour, sour and spicy, and the five flavors are mixed in a glass, and the wine is like tasting life. ”

"Haha, that's a good point, another drink?" Dichen said and wanted to pour wine, but heard Feng Xiang say: "This kind of wine, one cup is enough." So Dichen no longer insisted on it, covered it with a stopper, and put it directly into the storage ring.

At the beginning, in the thatched cottage on the outskirts of Lihuo City, Dichen also said this to Milai, it seems that this person can be Milai's drinking friend.

Feng Xiang looked at Di Chen, he wanted to speak several times and stopped, he didn't know what he wanted to say, and what was he hesitating about?

"It doesn't hurt to be outspoken. Dichen said with a smile.

"I remember the last time I came, although Your Excellency was full of white hair, he was still young, why did he become like this after not seeing him for dozens of days?"

Hearing this, Dichen lowered his head and muttered for a moment, and said, "An accident, I was injured. ”

"What kind of injury can actually cause people to lose their Yuan Force and decline their vitality?" Could it be ......" Feng Xiang didn't say it, but his eyes subconsciously looked at Di Chen's lower abdomen dantian. "What a pity!" Feng Xiang said sympathetically.

"It's nothing, that's what life is. Dichen smiled absently.

The two drank some phoenix tail wine again, chatted with each other, and after about half an hour, Feng Xiang got up to say goodbye, and Dichen did not stay.

However, Feng Xiang walked a few steps, then turned around and asked, "Qingyan has been running here recently, I don't know what your relationship is?"

"Finally can't help it?" Di Chen raised his eyes to look at him and said secretly. I had long known that Feng Xiang couldn't come to him for a drink for no reason.

"Ordinary friends. Dichen said lightly.

"Oh, ordinary friend, that's my farewell. Feng Xiang obviously didn't believe it, turned around and walked out of the small courtyard.

"He likes light smoke?" Dichen muttered after Feng Xiang left. Although the two of them were drinking and chatting just now, it seemed to be very harmonious, but Di Chen still saw a trace of hostility in Feng Xiang's eyes, thinking that it was because of Feng Qingyan.

More than 20 days have passed, and Dichen is still staying in the small courtyard and has never stepped out of the small courtyard for half a step. And something seemed to have happened to the Feng Clan, as if an elder had offered to forgive Feng Yanran and release him from the Yan Tower.

This matter is very important, so the elders of the Feng clan have been discussing it.

When Feng Qingyan came to the small courtyard again, Dichen was about to hold on.

"Dichen, how can this be?" Feng Qingyan had tears in her eyes, holding Dichen's arm, full of distress.

"Don't tell her I exist. Dichen said.

"No, she already knows, the last time I took the belly pocket from you, I showed it to her. Feng Qingyan said, tears sliding down like silk threads.

"Got it?" Dichen muttered. "Then tell him I'm doing well and don't need to worry about it. ”

Feng Qingyan's tears slipped silently, and after a while, as if he had suddenly decided, he picked up Di Chen and walked out of the small courtyard.

"What are you doing?" asked Dichen.

"I'll take you to her. Feng Qingyan's voice revealed resoluteness.

"If you are discovered, you will be punished. ”

"Punishment is punishment, I don't care. ”

"But I don't want her to see me like that. Dichen said.

Feng Qingyan heard this, thought for a while and said, "It's okay, I'll figure out a way to try not to let her see you." ”

"What can be done?"

"Leave it alone, just come with me. Feng Qingyan picked up Di Chen and walked out of the small courtyard, heading towards the northwest corner of the Feng Realm.

Due to the loss of Yuan Li, Dichen even had some difficulty walking, and with the support of Feng Qingyan, after more than an hour, he barely walked to the regional cliff!

"Is this the place?" Di Chen looked at the hundred-foot tower from afar. (To be continued......)