Yi Feng stepped forward, patted Cang Sheng on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "You are trying to see through the autumn water."
Suddenly, Cang Sheng's face turned red to his ears.
He only felt a burning sensation on his face.
"Brother Yi Feng, don't talk nonsense."
After regaining consciousness, Cang Sheng asked: "Where will Brother Yi Feng go from now on?"
"I want to stay in Huacheng for a while, but I'm not familiar with the place. Do you have an empty wing there? Can you let me stay for a while?"
Cang Sheng said in surprise: "Okay, I happen to have a spare room in my house. I welcome Brother Yifeng. You can stay as long as you want."
"But you have to wait for me, I will move these goods into the house, and then I will take you to my house!"
"There's no rush, I'm free. You go about your business first. I'll wait for you here."
"Um."
Cang Sheng was very happy, he had a good impression of Yi Feng.
After all, except for the third lady, he really has never met anyone who can listen to him show off attentively but not look down upon him.
Moreover, Brother Yi Feng encouraged him along the way and helped him rebuild his confidence.
Cang Sheng's mansion was left by his parents. Since his parents passed away one after another, his parents' wing has been empty.
Although it was empty, Cang Sheng would still clean that room frequently, just as a thought.
Therefore, as soon as Yi Feng said it, he immediately agreed.
When the sun set, Cang Sheng finally finished the work at hand, and walked towards Yi Feng with brisk steps.
After getting closer, he was surprised to find that Yi Feng actually carried a lot of vegetables and meat in his hands.
"Brother Yi Feng, what is this?"
"I'm pretty good at cooking. I can cook some food for you, so I can't live in your house for free."
Cang Sheng smiled and said: "Brother Yifeng, you are a guest, how can I let you buy food and cook? I..."
Yi Feng interrupted Cang Sheng directly.
"Let's go, we'll talk about it when we get back."
Xicheng.
A small house.
The house has a small courtyard, a small kitchen and two wing rooms.
There is a stone table next to the rockery in the courtyard.
There are many flowers and plants planted in the courtyard, and the whole courtyard is clean, tidy and organized.
Cang Sheng put the vegetables and meat bought by Yi Feng in the kitchen, and then took Yi Feng to his parents' wing.
The furnishings of the wing are very simple, with a tea table, a dressing table and a bed.
Although it is very simple, the room is clean, warm and feels like home.
"Brother Yifeng, I am the only one in my family. This wing originally belonged to my parents, so you can live in this room as long as you want."
Yi Feng smiled and touched Cang Sheng's head, "Thank you, kid. You can go and have a rest. I'll cook."
"Brother Yi Feng, let me help you, my skills are also pretty good!"
"No, just go take care of your wound and wait until you eat."
"this……"
"Go ahead, it's okay."
Cang Sheng said yes and went back to his room.
Yi Feng made a fire, selected vegetables, and chopped meat, as if he had returned to the peaceful life of firewood, rice, oil and salt.
Thinking of all the past events, he couldn't help but feel sad.
After sighing, he began to show off his cooking skills.
Hearing the sound coming from the kitchen, Cang Sheng felt extremely peaceful inside.
The last time I was waiting for dinner in my room was when my mother was still alive...
Recalling this peace, Cang Sheng fell asleep unconsciously.
After a while, Yi Feng's call came from the courtyard.
"Boy, let's go out to eat!"
"coming."
Cang Sheng smiled and trotted over to the stone table.
Although practitioners have been able to live without grains, Cang Sheng's index finger is still moved by the delicious color, aroma and taste of the delicacies on this table.
"I have started eating!"
Cang Sheng added some rice for Brother Yi Feng, and started eating it himself.
Cang Sheng had a look of surprise on his face, shouting about rice and vegetables, and said vaguely: "It's so delicious. Brother Yi Feng, your cooking skills are better than my mother's. No, your cooking skills are better than those in Huacheng."
The Zuixianju is great!”
"Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry." Yi Feng smiled and also ate with Cang Sheng.
"After my father died, my mother also passed away due to an accident. Since then, I have never had a good meal, especially one so delicious. My father took me to Zuixianju before, and it was the best meal in my memory.
delicious!"
The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.
Yi Feng's heart seemed to be grabbed, and sadness arose spontaneously.
"Since you like to eat, I will cook it for you every day during this period."
Cang Sheng's eyes showed joy.
"Really, Brother Yi Feng? If it's too much trouble, there's no need to do it. I can do it."
"It's okay. Your body bones are still a little weak. It's not good for your cultivation to keep going without grains."
"Hmm, then thank you Brother Yi Feng."
The bright moon is in the sky, and the moonlight is shining down.
Yi Feng sighed in his heart, people today can't see the moon in ancient times, but today's moon once illuminated the ancients.
Yi Feng kept reminding Cang Sheng to eat slowly.
But Cang Sheng became more and more happy as he ate, until he finished all the rice and dishes and burped, seemingly still wanting more.
"My appetite is good. I'll buy more food tomorrow."
"It's really delicious, Brother Yi Feng."
Cang Sheng scratched his head in embarrassment.
...
At night, Yi Feng lay on the wooden bed, pillowed his head with his arms, showed a faint smile, and fell asleep peacefully.
Oh oh oh.
A burst of rooster crow tore through the long night.
Chaoyang lazily climbed up and popped its head lazily.
Cang Sheng turned over and sat up.
Every day when the rooster crows, he gets up and practices his sword. This is a monk's self-cultivation.
Crunch.
Cang Sheng pushed open the door with a long sword in his hand, only to see a man dressed in white sitting on the stone bench.
"Brother Yifeng, did you wake up too early, or did you not sleep in the first place?"
Cang Sheng knew that high-level monks did not need to sleep.
Yi Feng smiled and said: "Have a rest for a while, are you ready to practice your sword?"
"Um."
"Then let me see how you practice your moves."
"good!"
Cang Sheng is still very confident in his swordsmanship, which was taught to him by his father.
The characteristics of swordsmanship are lightness, agility, freedom and elegance.
I saw Cang Sheng swinging his sword like a flying phoenix and his body was light.
He practiced all kinds of striking techniques including drawing, pointing, lifting, stabbing, cutting, teasing, and wiping.
Then, Cang Sheng flew up and danced various moves in the air.
Clang clang, the long sword made bursts of buzzing sounds and breaking wind sounds under his swing.
After practicing a set of sword moves, Cang Sheng asked with a bit of pride: "Brother Yi Feng, my sword skills are not bad!"
Yi Feng nodded slightly and said: "The foundation is very solid, but the fluency is lacking."
Hearing this, Cang Sheng immediately became interested.
"Brother Yi Feng, do you also know swordsmanship?"
"Yeah, I understand a little bit. When you swing the sword, you can't hold the handle of the sword too tightly. This will affect the dexterity of the sword."
"When thrusting with force, you need to calm down your breath, use your steps to exert force, and transfer the force to the tip of the sword through your joints. Try again."
Cang Sheng thought for a moment and carefully understood Yi Feng's words.
Afterwards, he seemed to have a clear understanding. Following Yi Feng's guidance, he really improved a lot.