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Chapter 5 Sweet porridge is more beautiful

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In the pitch-black night, a silvery-white light group pierced the sky at high speed outside the Holy Capital City, flew for several miles, and then slowly fell down.

Yi Feng looked at the talisman that had lost its luster on his chest, but he couldn't remember exactly what kind of incident had happened just now. He only knew that he had been in a state of absent-mindedness for a while, and the incident must have happened during this period.

The aura around him had disappeared. Under the bath of aura, all the scars on Yi Feng's body were restored, without even a trace of damage, and his originally confused brain became extremely clear.

Suddenly, there was thunder in his ears, and the sky in the distance also shone brightly. Raising his head, Yi Feng looked in the direction of the Bei Ming Temple. After being stunned for a while, he remembered something, and hurriedly stepped towards the Bei Ming Temple again.

And go.

After being nourished by spiritual power, Yi Feng no longer felt tired or hungry. He ran quickly, as light and fast as a leopard hunting in the forest, not at all like the hungry and full man.

little beggar.

This feeling was as refreshing as the martial arts master in the movie floating on the water while performing Qinggong. But after a while, Yi Feng also found that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and it seemed that the effect of the spiritual power on the body was gradually weakening.

When Yifeng persisted and ran to the side of Bei Ming Temple, he only saw a piece of rubble and bricks in the dark night, and the man and woman who were fighting had nowhere to go.

There was still a strong fishy smell floating in the air, but the previous illusion no longer appeared in front of me.

"Hey! What a pity, those two people have probably gone far away." Yi Feng sighed in his heart, but he still searched among the ruins of Ming Ming Temple, hoping to find some clues.

Huangtian paid off! After nearly half an hour of searching, Yi Feng actually found a bracelet with a dull color. The bracelet was about two inches in diameter and its quality could not be seen by Yi Feng, but it was just enough to fit him.

On the wrist.

"What is this?" Yi Feng observed it carefully for a long time, with no clue and no clue.

"No matter what, if it can be preserved intact in such a big battle, it must be something other than an ordinary item. It might be an immortal or divine weapon." Yi Feng didn't think too much about it. After thinking about it, he took the bracelet and headed towards the Holy Capital City.

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More than a month has passed since the last frightening night at the Ming Ming Temple, and the weather has become colder. The whistling cold wind and the goose-feather heavy snow made Yi Feng shivering from the cold. Fortunately, there was a hand hanging on his chest.

Although the spiritual talisman seemed to be exhausted, it still showed a little warmth from time to time. It was with this strand of warmth that Yi Feng was able to live healthily in the cold wind and under the deprivation of food.

The severe cold in the middle of winter cannot conceal the prosperity of the Holy Capital City, especially when the Pilgrimage Festival is approaching. The streets are full of joy, and every house is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. During this period, people from all over the empire come to the imperial capital to pay homage to the emperor and to visit relatives and friends.

The number of tourists gradually increased, and many of them were generous and gave some money to beggars on the roadside.

This period was also the peak period for beggars' income. Even if the wind was as cold as a knife and their clothes were thin, they still worked diligently. When they saw rich people who seemed to be new to the imperial capital, they would stop them to beg, and they would always get a good harvest.

However, among the beggars, there was a special case like Yifeng who never stretched out his hand. He just curled up his thin body and leaned against the wall in a dull manner. The broken porcelain bowl in front of him only had one or two copper coins.

Very pitiful.

"Little brother, are you going to Ling Prince's Mansion to have porridge again today?" The old beggar who often deceives children comes to chat with Yi Feng almost every day, and at the same time he keeps promoting his useless books.

A shabby book that no one cares about, a rotten book.

"Humph!" Yi Feng turned away and ignored the sloppy old beggar.

"Haha, you see, other people are begging on the street. They earn a lot of money every day and are very talkative. Just by begging for half a month, you can have enough food and clothing for half a year. But you turn a blind eye, but why?"

The old beggar asked with seeming interest.

"Smelly old man, don't put me in the same category as them. I will be a person who will have great achievements in the future. Forget it, I can't explain it to you. We are not from the same world at all. I will go to Prince Ling's Mansion for a drink.

The porridge is gone. Eat some, but I will not let myself down!" Yi Feng said with a look of disdain.


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