After a chance encounter and a drink, everything was as before.
Yi Feng is still immersed in asceticism. His state of mind in this life is extremely mature. All the worldly things can no longer affect his spiritual heart. No matter how interesting the man in black was before, at best, he was just a person who once drank at the same table.
Passersby.
At least, that's what he thought.
the next two months.
Yi Feng is still obsessed with practicing hard, either going out to find legendary secret realms, or traveling across the state to compete with the geniuses of many sects. His cultivation level continues to rise, and his reputation is getting bigger and bigger.
As Yi Feng continues to grow stronger, more and more people admire him. There are even many female cultivators who are following him. Wherever he goes, a group of young women will soon follow him.
As the saying goes, people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong.
Although the words are rough and the reasoning is not rough, Yi Feng really felt deeply about it and was not disturbed by it.
Therefore, whenever Yi Feng finished sparring or walked out of a certain secret realm, he would leave the place as quickly as possible and disappear silently from the sight of the world.
With his cultivation level ranking first among all states, almost no one could keep track of him, and very few people had seen his true appearance. However, his reputation became more and more exaggerated, and he had countless admirers.
There are few traces of Yi Feng in the world, but his legend is everywhere.
Under this head-scratching enthusiasm, the world's pursuit became more and more exaggerated, and some people even waited near Yi Feng's sect for a long time, lurking and waiting for his return.
Secretly aware of all this, Yi Feng shook his head helplessly and sighed. He knew that returning to the sect to visit was a luxury. Only by quietly returning to the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain could he have some peace and quiet.
In the blink of an eye, it is already the eighth day of March.
It was almost the transition between spring and summer, and the sun had just revealed half of its face, and the morning light filtered through the peach blossoms blooming outside the courtyard and scattered sporadically by the window.
Seeing this scene, Yi Feng, who had just opened his eyes, felt relieved.
He got up and dressed, preparing to practice swordsmanship in the sea of flowers, and then set off to compete with a certain genius from a major sect.
Unexpectedly, I just opened the door.
There was already a person lying under the eaves in front of the door, wearing loose black clothes as always, and the smile on his face was still as bold and unrestrained.
Yi Feng recognized the person at a glance.
It was the cheeky young man with whom I had a drink.
However, today this person's face is a little pale, and there is a golden arrow stuck in front of him. He seems to be seriously injured. It seems that every time we meet, this guy is injured, and it becomes more serious each time.
Before Yi Feng could say anything, he already smiled.
"I'll take a break and then leave. I'll take a break and then leave..."
That being said, he indeed didn't say another word.
However, those eyes couldn't help but glance into the room, as if they were looking for something. It looked like the injury was not serious, but not life-threatening.
Yi Feng knew it right away.
Also without saying anything unnecessary, he went back to the house, took out a jug of wine, and placed it on the stone table in the courtyard.
On the occasion of departure.
Only then did Yi Feng remember his previous secret determination and left a message casually.
"A pot of peach blossom wine costs three to three cents."
After saying a few words, they left in a hurry.
Yi Feng still wants to challenge a stronger genius. The man in black is also seriously injured today and is destined to be unable to drink as much as before. The unexpected reunion is a joy, but unexpectedly, it still leaves some regrets.
The world is like this, and life is like this. Unsatisfactory things happen all the time. I don't know if we can meet again next time, or if we have a chance to drink again.
After a farewell.
Yi Feng went to Lingzhou Tianjian Sect to challenge the chief disciple Luo Yunchuan. He was still unstoppable. No one could stop his sword wherever it passed. His swordsmanship was already great and he was destined to become famous all over the world.
By the time he returned again, it was already dusk the next day.
The small courtyard illuminated by the setting sun is still so peaceful and peaceful.
Except for some blood stains left in the courtyard, proving that the shameless guy had been here, nothing had changed.
When Yi Feng stepped into the courtyard, he realized that there was a note left on the stone table, which was pressed with scattered silver to prevent it from being taken away by the spring breeze.
Picking up the note, the handwriting written in blood had long since dried and turned black and red.
"I have been short of money recently. I only have two or three coins. I owe you one or two coins. I will pay you the next time I have a chance to drink!"
Looking at those straightforward words, Yi Feng smiled lightly.
This guy is actually a good-looking person, not too shameless. Although he is a little strapped, he is true to his word and actually paid for the drinks.
Give it to me next time...
Whispering interesting words, Yi Feng weighed the broken silver in his hand, then slowly put it into his sleeve, discarding the note and letting it drift away in the spring breeze.
Looking back at the empty courtyard gate, following the note through the flourishing peach blossoms, Yi Feng's eyes showed a hint of expectation.
He thought he would meet the man in black again soon.
Who knew that this separation would last for a long time.
Spring passes and autumn comes, winter retreats and spring comes.
A year has passed in the blink of an eye.
Yi Feng seemed to have been completely immersed in a new life, as if he had relived his life. He was the sword god in white in this life, and his body, mind, and consciousness had all become one.
In this short period of one year, Yi Feng continued to grow and was obsessed with pursuing a stronger sword. He had almost conquered the nearby state capitals and had no rival left.
He is already the well-deserved number one among the descendants of Nanli Country, and his reputation is as high as the sky.
Any monk must know Yifeng's name, and even the children playing in the market can casually recite the recent praise poems.
"The sword energy stretches across thirty thousand miles, and the light of one sword can chill nineteen states!"
In the face of such reputation and cultivation, the entire Nanli Kingdom's monks were in awe of Yi Feng, and even many high-level sects regarded Yi Feng as an equal.
In response to public expectations, Yi Feng was jointly elected by various sects to represent Nanli Kingdom in the selection of Xueyue Holy Land. Unexpectedly, he soon became the Holy Son of Xueyue Holy Land.
For a time, Yi Feng was unmatched in the limelight, and his status and reputation had reached their peak. Any cultivation resources were at his fingertips. The whole Nanli Kingdom had made up its mind to mobilize hundreds of sects across the country to help Yi Feng.
The maple clouds rise straight up!
It is rare to find help in times of need, but icing on the cake is common.
After Yi Feng was destined to leap out of the dragon gate, many sects tried their best to please him. Although they had small plans to take advantage of the opportunity to make friends, they still spent a lot of resources.
Even the ten major sects jointly built a holy palace for Yi Feng, which was filled with resources donated by each sect, and many elite disciples were sent to serve around him, so that Yi Feng could quietly cultivate and wait for the day of selection.
arrival.
Under this kind of kindness that everyone has their own thoughts, Yi Feng can no longer live in the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain.
He already knew the thoughts of each sect, but the huge cultivation resources could not be ignored. Since the other party offered them to him, why should he refuse?
The worst thing is, I will take the opportunity to repay the favor in the future. The world is always full of sophistication and exchanges of interests are not uncommon. This has become normal.
Therefore, Yi Feng moved into the Holy King's Palace in front of everyone's attention. Countless people came to see him at once, but they were all blocked from the palace gate.
In front of the Holy Palace.
I don't know how many times Tianjiao stopped and stared for a long time, unwilling to leave.
Yi Feng, who was admired by thousands of people, was sitting alone at the jade table in the garden, looking at the peach blossoms in full bloom.
It’s that time of year when flowers bloom again.
He couldn't help but think of a certain person and the one tael of silver that he longed for.
In the face of hypocritical human relationships, that kind of simple friendship is particularly precious. I don’t know how long it has been since he drank as much as he did that day...
I'm afraid there will never be another chance to drink heavily in this lifetime.
As the saying goes, it’s always cold at high places. The ancients were sincere and I don’t want to be deceived.
Just when Yi Feng was secretly sighing, someone behind him made a report.
"Report to the Holy King."
"There is a man in black, asking to be seen in front of the palace gate. He is rude and asks for a drink. He also says that he is an old friend of you. That man looks like a humble man. How dare he speak so rudely? Why don't you teach me a lesson...
"
The subordinates became more and more angry as they talked, and seemed to be furious.
Hearing the sound, Yi Feng raised his eyes with a smile.