Luo Feng woke up at the dawn of the next day.
The orange-red early sun dyed the snow-capped mountains red, turning into a red arc and disappearing into the distance.
It seemed that Luo Feng knew something, but he didn't seem to know anything.
Caiyun saw Luo Feng's face wet with tears and asked him in a low voice.
"Are you in pain?"
The twenty-one-year-old young man clutched his arms with both hands, and he no longer knew whether he was laughing or crying.
"It hurts."
Yes, it hurts.
My heart aches more.
When those dusty memories and unwilling regrets surged out from the depths of his heart, it was like thousands of needles and swords piercing through the sutures of the young man's heart.
There was no blood but it was already in pieces.
Luo Feng hoped that the back view was a dream, and also hoped that it was not a dream.
Injured children feel homesick.
Even after experiencing life and death, and becoming a man recognized by everyone, the young man is still the brat who used to be by the old man's side. He likes to follow the old man, sit and watch the sunset, and go home holding hands together.
The wind came from distant China. The young man wiped his tears and said secretly, "Master, I want to drink the pimple soup you cooked. What I mean is that I want to go home."
A powerful fire element wave appeared in the underground boxing ring, which attracted the attention of many people and even alarmed the major forces in the Northern Territory.
There is no doubt that someone has recognized the owner of this fire element. It is undoubtedly like a bombshell.
And just one month later when people were speculating on why that "woman" appeared here, Luo Feng once again achieved a breakthrough in his cultivation.
Perhaps due to some mistake, Luo Feng's cultivation reached the early stage of the Exalted Immortal Realm for no reason.
The residual image of the Hydra God deep in the blue-gold air sea was refined by Ji Ziming and fed back to Luo Feng's Ji family bloodline one by one.
The shape of the sword above the blue-gold air sea seems to have become much larger, exuding a powerful sword intent, and the blue-gold air flow is swirling to cleanse and dress itself, shining brightly.
Luo Feng naturally became stronger, but he couldn't be happy.
Because he can be 100% sure that that person has been here and the unforgettable temperature on his forehead is real.
Why did you abandon yourself in the first place and now give out this belated "love"?
Luo Feng couldn't figure it out and didn't want to think about it anymore.
There is so much responsibility on his shoulders.
Old Heavenly Master, Master, Senior Sister, Heavenly Master’s Mansion, and even China.
If the young man once just wanted to speak for himself, now he has matured, and the change in his temperament has made him understand that he still has more meaningful things that he must accomplish.
This is the agreement he made with the Heavenly Master.
"Xingtong, let's work hard together," Luo Feng smiled slightly, and most of the doubts in his heart disappeared every time he thought of his master and the old Heavenly Master.
Another half year has passed...
Time always flows away from the young man's fingertips when he is not paying attention. The young man is no longer the innocent and childish boy with a smile, but has grown into a strong body, and the maturity accumulated by time is between his eyebrows.
Even if this maturity is too hard and painful, the young man will eventually live up to expectations.
In the early stage of being banished to the fairyland, the swordsman has reached the eighth level, the alchemist has reached the eighth level, and the rune spells have reached the fifth level last week, only two thresholds away from the goal.
I don't know if it was because of Ji Ziming's appearance that Luo Feng's Absolute Zero Domain had reached a great level. The Twelve Sword Boxes had made rapid progress in the past six months, and he had mastered two more extremely domineering sword styles.
It can be said now that the mountain boy who was once chased all over the world is now indeed standing on the mountainside of martial arts, and it seems that he can barely see the "corner" of the world that his master once could see.
Today is a special day.
In China, lanterns are decorated, everyone eats glutinous rice balls, and the whole family gathers around the table. The Chinese call it the New Year.
Ouyang Kuang prepared a table of delicious food in advance to celebrate Luo Feng's accomplishment, and to wish the children a safe, happy and carefree future.
Late at night, Ouyang Kuang was watching the snow. After washing the dishes, Luo Feng came out and sat next to Ouyang Kuang.
"Old man, what are you thinking about?" Luo Feng asked him.
Ouyang Kuang sighed deeply but said nothing.
Only then did Luo Feng realize that he had been holding the treasured ring in his hand.
"Does this ring have any special meaning?"
Ouyang shook his head wildly, "It's not worth mentioning, it's just a matter of the past. The past goes with the wind, just like this wind, just let it go."
Ouyang Kuang seemed to have aged a lot as he stood up. Luo Feng looked at Ouyang Kuang's back and then remembered that he and Ouyang Kuang had been close for almost three years.
Ouyang Kuang didn't want to say anything, and Luo Feng didn't want to ask any more questions.
"Let's go down the mountain tomorrow," Ouyang Kuang stopped and turned his back to Luo Feng. "Now that your cultivation has improved a lot, it's time to start fighting."
"Okay," Luo Feng stood up and smiled.
"Go to bed early, I'm tired."
"Good night, old man," Luo Feng sat back and looked at the wolf cub practicing boxing on the mountaintop under the moon, as if he saw his former self lost in thought.
It is said that the older a person gets, the easier it is to recall things. Luo Feng was thinking that he was only twenty-one years old and eating the food of a twenty-two-year-old, so why had he become more and more fond of reminiscing these days.
Isn't this kind of achievement what you want now?
... ...
Ji family, Xuanji Pavilion.
Ji Canghai happily came to Ji Ziming's side.
Ji Ziming is still so unworldly, always standing on the observatory looking in the same direction, giving people a feeling of loneliness in the cold weather at high places.
"Is he...going to leave the mountain?" Ji Ziming smiled.
Ji Canghai nodded excitedly, "That child has broken through to the Immortal Realm. Now his comprehensive strength can completely compete with a Nether Cave Qi Warrior in the Nine Nether Realm. It's amazing, it's really amazing."
Luo Feng opened up the Qi Sea at the age of eighteen and achieved such achievements in such a short period of time, it can almost be said to be a miraculous existence.
"They say that Ji Zhantian is the number one genius in my Ji family. If they knew that Ji Wudao officially entered martial arts at the age of eighteen, I don't know what they would think."
Ji Ziming smiled faintly, "That child's talent is indeed good, but it is not all his credit."
Ji Canghai was stunned, "Master, what do you mean..."
Ji Ziming looked at the moon above her head and fell into deep thought. After a long time, she murmured, "That child has too many blessings from the strong men of the old era."
The old madman who is the king at the top.
Longhushan Zhang Shunzhi Laotian Master and the retired Ouyang Kuang, the principal of the five colleges.
There are also those friends who once fought alongside Luo Feng and sacrificed everyone for this.
Ji Ziming's voice had an imperceptible tremor, "That child no longer belongs to me. He belongs even more to the seniors who have selflessly dedicated themselves to him. A mother like me is not worthy of his looking back."
Ji Canghai also understood Luo Feng's difficult upbringing to a certain extent, nodded and sighed, "That child will not disappoint everyone. Although the process is a bit embarrassing, the answer sheet will always give a satisfactory score. This trip down the mountain will definitely make him famous in the Northern Territory."
