As night gradually fell, orange lanterns were hung up in the attics, and in the inn, a handsome young man was sitting by the bed, holding a golden woman in his arms, who was too beautiful to behold, and was whispering something.
The young man also listened carefully and made no move.
But his expression was not very good. He was as cold as January frost. There were inexplicable fluctuations of mysterious energy around him, but they were suppressed by the young man. I believe that if it breaks out, the room will definitely collapse.
"Actually, they don't dare to do anything to me even if I go back. They just have this idea. After all, Yue'er's blood is very powerful, and the master has been injured more and more frequently recently. I think..."
Fen Yue nestled in Ling Feng's arms, pouting, but did not say what was behind her. After listening to her words, Ling Feng's frowning brows slowly relaxed, and she just hugged Fen Yue tighter and said softly.
: "Actually, you want to go back."
"I..."
After hearing Ling Feng's words, Fen Yue immediately became nervous, as if she was afraid that Ling Feng would misunderstand, but what Ling Feng said was actually right. Fen Yue suddenly didn't know what to say, and grabbed her clothes uneasily with both hands.
The edge of the skirt.
But Ling Feng laughed when he saw her reaction, stretched out his right hand and put it on her head and rubbed it hard a few times, pretending to be angry and said: "You are becoming more and more bold, do you really think I am stupid?
..”
As he spoke, his tone softened again: "I know you are worried about me, and it is a waste of time to follow me with your talent, but I am also worried about you, fearing that you will be bullied over there.
"
Ling Feng had actually guessed Fen Yue's thoughts. She was blaming herself for not being strong enough and wanted to go back and become stronger to protect him. Ling Feng would not delay her.
But the southern demon territory is really too dangerous. It is not as good as the east. It is the territory of demonic beasts. Fighting breaks out every minute and every second for status and territory.
Logically speaking, the monsters of Fenshi's lineage don't have to worry about this, but Fenyue's bloodline is too strong, and with his help, he accidentally got a little bit of dragon's bloodline.
If Fen Yue is strong enough, it would be good, but the bad thing is that she is too weak and will attract a lot of covetous people, and Ling Feng cannot protect him with his current strength.
"If I don't let you go, you will be safe, but it will hinder your development. On the contrary, if you are allowed to go, it will be very dangerous, but you can become stronger, Yue'er, what do you want to do?"
Ling Feng knocked her chin on her head. In fact, Ling Feng was much calmer now. This was Fen Yue's path and she needed to make her own decision.
"Yue'er doesn't want to see you helpless when you are injured."
Almost without hesitation, Fen Yue's voice reached Ling Feng's ears. A relieved smile appeared on Ling Feng's face, and he suddenly fell down on the bed. Fen Yue turned around in cooperation and looked down at Ling Feng.
Falling from her head, Fenyue's golden pupils and the tears in her eyes were particularly eye-catching in the darkness.
"There's still time."
Ling Feng held her cheek with his hand and said, but a drop of warm tears still fell on Ling Feng's face. Before he could help Fen Yue wipe away the tears, Fen Yue had already lowered his head and gave it to him.
With hot red lips, the two kissed each other little by little and embraced each other.
The dim room was warm and warm, with a touch of sweetness.
…
In the early morning, the sunlight penetrated through the window and shone on the two people on the bed. Ling Feng rubbed his groggy eyes and immediately felt a warm body lying on his body. He pillowed his face on his chest and was still there.
With Fen Yue sleeping soundly, Ling Feng's heart calmed down and she didn't need to think about anything.
If the game hadn't ended yet, he really wanted to sleep like this all day.
Ling Feng carefully moved Fen Yue away from herself without saying a word, and thoughtfully pulled up the quilt to cover her fair and delicate body. Then she got out of bed, put on her clothes, tied up her red hair with a crown, and walked to
He looked at it in front of the bronze mirror on the table and nodded with satisfaction.
Before leaving, he walked to the bedside, bent down and kissed Fen Yue's smooth forehead, then opened the door and reluctantly left.
When the door to his room was closed, Fen Yue on the bed suddenly opened her eyes, put her right hand on her forehead, and smiled foolishly. The beauty of this moment made the world seem to lose its color.
Ling Feng stepped out of the inn, and the people waiting outside rushed up in an instant. They were holding gift boxes in their hands, and they didn't know what they contained and stuffed them into Ling Feng's hands. This was the first time Ling Feng encountered such a situation.
Feng was stunned.
"Young Master Lingfeng's performance yesterday impressed me and others. I think there will be no shortage of resources for cultivation, but women..."
"Go away! It's superficial, Mr. Ling is such a person, but when it comes to women, there is a girl in the old boy's family who saw your competition and she will never forget her. She won't marry you unless you are the one, so you can't live up to that girl's kindness."
Ling Feng's face gradually became gloomy, and all kinds of chattering sounds around him filled his ears. He was about to get angry, but those people who gathered around him noticed their words and fled in a swarm, leaving Ling Feng, who was holding a lot of gifts, sighing helplessly.
I didn't even look at it, I just put it into the storage container.
The palace guard who had been standing at the door finally found a place to stand, walked to Ling Feng's side, clasped his fists and said respectfully: "Sir, the palace invites you."
"kindness."
Ling Feng responded and finally found a normal person. Then he walked towards the palace under the leadership of the guards. It was different with the guards around. Although the people around him were curious, they did not dare to stop them. They could only watch Ling Feng getting more and more.
Ling Feng breathed a sigh of relief as he walked further and further until he reached the restricted area of the palace.
However, the guard suddenly turned around and said: "Well, sir, I have a sister... Say goodbye!"
Before the guard could finish speaking, Ling Feng grabbed him by the collar and threw him out. Ling Feng sighed heavily and walked toward the palace alone. No one came to stop him, he knew everyone.
"how do you feel."
Zhao Changming suddenly walked out from behind Ling Feng, holding the sword in his arms, and said with some gloating. Ling Feng gave him a roll of his eyes. He was still a little sympathetic to Zhao Changming and Ling Feng. I don't know why, but he instinctively felt that this person
Not bad, and Ling Feng won the first battle, let alone annoying.
Similarly, Zhao Changming is also very interested in Ling Feng, because he majors in swordsmanship and has never had an opponent since he came to Miao Country. Now he meets Lingfeng, who is in the same Xuanqi realm as him and is also very powerful in swordsmanship. The most important thing is
It was Ling Feng who was younger than him.
"You'll know how it feels when you hit it."
Ling Feng looked forward and said, looking vindictive. Zhao Changming shook his head after hearing his words: "I want to, but I can't do it today."
"Why?"
"I won't tell you."
Zhao Changming smiled mysteriously, then looked at Ling Feng with some pride, deliberately slowed down and walked side by side with Ling Feng, as if waiting for Ling Feng to ask questions,
But why didn't Ling Feng understand how this person would give him a chance? He had always won the confrontation between the two. If he asked, wouldn't it mean that he lost this time? So he turned around and left from the right without any hesitation, leaving behind
Zhao Changming was alone, holding his long sword messy in the wind.
After passing through the gate of the palace, Ling Feng did not notice that the Miao Palace had changed its appearance. Instead, he was a little happy that he had defeated Zhao Changming again, but in his heart, he was still a little curious about what Zhao Changming just said.
"What's the meaning?"
Ling Feng murmured to himself, then raised his head, his pupils trembled, and saw that the towering wall of yesterday had disappeared, and instead it was an open arena.
It was set up in the center of the square. The seats were stacked up and filled with people. When Ling Feng came in, everyone cheered. Ling Feng had become a popular player and everyone was looking forward to it.
Not just the audience, the entire arena is square, with the palace entrance to the west, spectator seats to the north and south, and the east, except for the dragon chair, is still empty.
The rest included the three kings, Miao Chen, Miao Xi, Miao Yanli, and officials of all sizes. They all looked at Ling Feng together. Zhao Changming, who was following closely behind, was ignored.
"This way, you two, please."
Although the adults sitting on top did not speak, the petty officials did not dare to neglect. They quickly led Ling Feng and Zhao Changming to sit down in their seats. The chairs were very soft and comfortable, just below the spectator seats, one in the north and one in the south.
Row.
Although there were many people looking at him, Ling Feng remained calm and composed, and his expression did not change at all. Such a calm and handsome young man did not know how many girls' hearts were moved.
Zhao Changming sat next to Ling Feng and could even feel those burning gazes. The owner of these gazes wanted to eat Ling Feng. He looked at Ling Feng again, staring straight ahead, blinking and not caring at all. Zhao Changming felt admiration from the bottom of his heart.
However, it was born.
Because Ling Feng's maturity was completely incomparable with his age, Zhao Changming was very curious as to how such a psychological quality was tempered.
"Your family must be very harsh on you."
Zhao Changming, who had always behaved very arrogantly, didn't know why he talked a lot in front of Ling Feng. Perhaps it was because both of them had reached the seventh level of Naxuan at a young age.
Ling Feng turned around and looked at Zhao Changming carefully. His black hair was neatly tied up, there were no wrinkles on his neat clothes, and the long sword in his arms added to his unruly temperament.
I heard that he is a disciple of the Sword Sect, the overlord of the Central Territory, and his status is frightening. However, how could such a person talk so much? However, due to his face, Ling Feng could not say anything to him, so he nodded: "Yes."
Zhao Changming looked at Ling Feng who seemed unwilling to talk about the past and was moved by the scene. He remembered that when he was a little boy, he was forced by his master to learn swordsmanship. Even in winter, he had to climb up the cliff and hold a sword as long as his own body.
Dance your sword in the wind and snow to hone your will.
When I was older, I was led by my master to learn hundreds of swordsmanships. I went to each family to ask for advice. I lost more and won less, but I learned a lot. The year before last, I went out alone across the entire East to practice here.
, because I want to see the most common way of martial arts cultivation.