When Yao Pofeng saw dry food and water, he was like a dung beetle seeing dung. He almost stared out his eyes. After crazily stuffing a few steamed buns, he finally stopped because he was choked. .
With some food in his stomach, Yao Pofeng suddenly felt great. After trying hard to swallow the fourth steamed bun, he sighed to himself and said:
"Hey, luckily I'm lucky. Those bastards probably got tired of playing with me after breaking my limbs. Just when they were about to take action, they encountered another wave of black monks who robbed them. They had no choice but to throw me away. It’s here to fend for itself.”
"Is there such a thing? Then you are extremely lucky, Brother Feng."
Qingyun brought the water to Yao Pofeng and said with a smile.
"That's right, young master, I am not only lucky, but my recovery ability is also super strong. You see, the broken bone in my hand was repaired in a few days, and my leg can also be repaired in a few days. Haha, it's really perfect. The way of man!”
Qingyun saw him lamenting for a while and laughing for a while, and he admired his heartlessness.
Even though his current appearance is not as good as the beggars in the city, when those treasures were in good condition, they were extremely luxurious. So in Qingyun's opinion, Yao Pofeng should have a good background, or at least he should have been pampered since he was a child and have a well-to-do family. .
But now he was not only seriously injured, but also had his limbs broken and tortured for a long time. He could still laugh at all the ups and downs in his life, which he was ashamed of.
After sighing with emotion, Yao Pofeng smiled and said to Qingyun:
"It's such a beautiful time, accompanied by new friends, and if there's good wine, then, that's, that's really great!"
Qingyun was also eating dry food next to him at this time. Unexpectedly, this rogue walked around and around for a long time just to beg for a drink. He almost spit out the dry food in his mouth with laughter and cursed:
"Hey Yao Po Feng, if you want to drink, just say so. Why are you talking in such a roundabout way? It's so good, it's disgusting. I have some wine, but you can drink it later."
After saying that, Qingyun took out some Five Snake Fruits from the treasure bag.
Although Yao Pofeng didn't know the Five Snake Fruit, he could tell from the aura emitted by the fruit that it was a good medicine for restoring Qi and blood. He couldn't help but feel stars in his eyes again, and thought to himself:
"Made, there is really no way out of the mountains and rivers, and there is a bright future in the village! How can I give this boy good fortune? This is obviously my good fortune, young master!"
Yao Pofeng also understood that Qingyun wanted him to drink again after he recovered from his injuries, so he couldn't help but feel a little moved. But what Qingyun took out next turned Yao Pofeng's emotion into gratitude.
I saw Qingyun taking out a few Five Snake Fruits, then a wine gourd, and then two small wine cups.
He originally thought that this Ling Yin Realm monk was the Ling Yin Realm monk who used a wine cup to drink wine. He, Second Young Master Yao, was an old drunkard who usually used a jar!
But when Qingyun gently filled a small cup with the spiritual wine in the wine gourd, Yao Pofeng's expression couldn't help but change, because this spiritual wine was at least a hundred years old!
Just by looking at the spiritual energy and aroma of the wine, as a veteran alcoholic, he could tell that this wine could not only restore his spiritual power, but also strengthen his physical constitution and body, and would be of great benefit to his injuries.
In the past, in the Mo Sheng Sect, as the second son of the sect leader Yao Shengtian, he could have this kind of wine no matter how much he wanted, but it was not a high-end product. But for Qingyun, a young monk in the Lingyin realm, the spirit The value of wine is nothing short of a peerless treasure!
It is no exaggeration to say that if this kind of spiritual wine were placed in some small sects, it would definitely be treasured and shelved as a passed down elixir!
What a joke, even if a small cultivator in Lingyin Realm has more money, there are still things that money can’t buy!
But now he was using it to heal his wounds. If Yao Pofeng hadn't confirmed that he didn't know him, he wouldn't have accepted such a favor so easily.
Looking at Qingyun's sincere eyes, Yao Pofeng's face became solemn for the first time. He looked at Qingyun steadily and said in a deep voice with a somewhat difficult tone:
"Brother, you and I just met by chance. You don't ask me about my identity, but you use such a precious thing to heal my wounds?"
Qingyun looked at Yao Pofeng with a solemn look on his face, and he did have some feelings. When people are together, fate is what matters sometimes.
Just like Liu Lingling, the same innocent girl, petite and cute, but she and Qingyun could never move forward together.
As for the scoundrel Yao Pofeng, although Qingyun did intend to help him at first, he had no intention of letting him help him. After just some contact, the more he looked at him, the more he found this Yao Pofeng particularly pleasing to the eye.
Bai Zhizheng is bold and majestic, good at winning over people's hearts, and has a great leadership temperament, but Qingyun always feels that this kind of person is very hidden and far away from him.
On the contrary, it was Yao Pofeng, a rogue who uttered obscenities and expressed emotions in a mood of anger and anger, who seemed to be a down-to-earth person walking in the world, instead of the immortal monk who flew into the sky and escaped from the earth. He was worthy of one word:
"real".
Qingyun did not look into Yao Pofeng's eyes, but lowered his head and smiled:
"You, an old man in the Yuan Hua Realm, don't mind me calling you Brother Feng, that's enough. As for your identity and so on, look at how damaged you are now. Not to mention recovering your cultivation, whether you can survive or not is still up for debate!" I'm just a rookie in the Spiritual Enlightenment Realm, and I can't protect myself. Where did all this nonsense come from! Hehe!"
Qingyun chuckled and deliberately patted Yao Pofeng's injured thigh, but at this time he didn't care about the injury at all, and still asked with some unwillingness:
"Then, what if I were a pauper, a beggar, or a murderous villain, like that hateful-looking demonic monk? Are you still willing to save me?"
Hearing Yao Pofeng's words, Qingyun couldn't help but smile a little and said lightly:
"What you said is really interesting. I have a friend who asked a similar question before. This is how I answered her. There are no what-ifs in this world. Many times we have no choice. Everything can only be done based on our abilities. Heart."
This time, Yao Pofeng stared intently at Qingyun's handsome face that was slightly green but full of perseverance and stubbornness, and did not speak for a long time.
His expression was sometimes slumped, and sometimes a little depressed, as if he had thought of something, and finally he laughed stupidly, then swallowed the last piece of dry food in a big gulp, and said to Qingyun with burning eyes:
"What you said is also very similar to me... Like a friend of mine, Brother Feng, I have never convinced anyone in my life, but her! I will introduce you to her if I have the opportunity, of course, if we can get out alive."
Qingyun smiled and nodded when he heard this, then placed the Five Snake Fruit and Spiritual Wine in front of Yao Pofeng and stopped talking.
The belief that supported him in his life was revenge. It was not until he met Yao Mengxun that he discovered that human life is not only about hatred.
It's not that he can give up revenge or let go of hatred, but he knows that he can't be blinded by hatred.
Later, when he was bullied, he desperately longed for power. Isn't the power needed for revenge? But after truly coming into contact with the ladder to power, he came to his senses again.
Similarly, being addicted to power will only turn into a bloodthirsty, indulgent and depraved beast. What is the difference between this and being blinded by hatred?
Now, he wants to have a fight! Fight against this unfair fate and this chaotic era!
He could feel that the Qilin Fang he carried back then was the weapon that exploded the torrent of this troubled world! As for the masterminds behind his family's destruction, there are also those heroes who want to take advantage of the troubled times...
"Let's see who can have the last laugh!"
A sharp look flashed across Qingyun's face, and Yao Pofeng, who was a little distracted, did not notice it.
Of course, Qingyun still considered it carefully. He felt that he had no obvious enemies and his identity should not have been exposed yet.
If we really talk about enemies, the most they can be is the Divine Sword Sect and the Earthly Demon Sect, with a black figure that always lingers. If there is a real danger, the most they can do is hide from him in a small secret realm for a year and a half. That’s all.
But Yao Pofeng was different. Although he didn't know the young master's origin, he knew very well that this boy had Yuan Hua realm cultivation at a young age and must be the leading disciple of a large sect.
Now that he is seriously injured, the situation of most of his disciples is not optimistic, and his enemies can beat him to a disability, and his strength cannot be underestimated. The current plan is to find a way to help Yao Pofeng recover his cultivation. .
Of course, Qingyun did not want to rely on the strength of this Yuan Hua Realm senior. He had already decided not to live dependent on others, but he really admired this young man who was similar to him, so he called him Brother Feng. It's not a wind lord.
"Brother Feng, how do you feel about your injury?"
Several hours passed, and after Yao Pofeng adjusted his breath and woke up, Qingyun immediately asked.
After taking a few Five Snake Fruits and Nameless Spirit Wine, Yao Pofeng's pig-headed face quickly recovered, visible to the naked eye.
It may take a longer time to consolidate, but the handsome facial features, which are only half as good as Qingyun, are gradually becoming clear.
It's okay if he doesn't speak. When he does speak, his beaten front teeth will show, which matches his playboy and scoundrel look quite well.
Just listen to Yao Pofeng saying with a smile:
"Not bad, not bad. It is estimated that one day I will be able to move freely. Damn, the connection between the twelve main meridians and the divine palace is still sealed. Han Yu, the stubborn man, don't let me recover my cultivation, otherwise as long as I can live Get out, I have to skin you!"
After hearing Yao Pofeng's words, Qingyun's heart sank, and he secretly thought that it was true.
When he heard the word Han Yu again, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. He always felt that the name was familiar but didn't pay attention to it. The most important thing at the moment was to help Yao Pofeng recover his cultivation.
"Brother Feng, if you can seal Yuan Hua Realm monks, their spiritual power must come from high-level monks. It may not be easy to break through the seal. Do you have any good ideas?"
