The spring breeze was warm, and a boy and girl walked side by side on a path full of flowers.
"Brother Jingfeng, I want to tell you something." The girl lowered her head and said with her hands behind her back.
The young man stopped, and the look on his handsome face became firmer, "Sister Lian, I just say it doesn't matter."
After hearing the boy's words, the girl immediately turned around. I saw that the girl's skin was as good as snow, her features were picturesque, and she had a slight smile on her lips.
"Brother Jingfeng, I want to go to the mountains to pick a medicinal plant tomorrow. Can you accompany me?"
Without thinking, the boy blurted out: "Of course."
The girl covered her mouth and smiled softly, with indescribable happiness on her face.
"Then it's decided. I'll wait for you at the entrance of the village tomorrow at Chenshi."
After saying that, the girl turned her head away, deliberately not looking at the boy, and skipped forward briskly.
The boy nodded, looking at the girl's back. In the young man's eyes, the girl's whole body was filled with soft light, and the young man's heart was moved.
"Jingfeng! Come down here and eat!" An angry shout broke this beautiful dream.
Jingfeng woke up suddenly, and the beauty in front of him suddenly disappeared.
It's a pity that such a beautiful dream was interrupted like this. Jingfeng felt quite unhappy, but his mother had already spoken. If he really made her angry, he would definitely not get any good results.
Jingfeng smacked his lips, slowly got dressed and walked downstairs, where he saw a woman already sitting at the dining table and starting to eat.
The woman was wearing a gold silk butterfly skirt, her skin was whiter than snow, her eyes were like apricots, and there was no trace of sadness or joy on her beautiful face. She was eating with a bowl in her mouth, making it impossible for people to associate it with the angry shout before.
Jingfeng called her mother, brought a stool, and prepared to sit down and eat. As a result, the woman kicked the stool away from under the table. Jingfeng didn't notice and sat down on the ground.
Jingfeng was so depressed that he just sat on the ground and couldn't get up. The woman who was called mother by Jingfeng covered her mouth with her long sleeves and chuckled softly, and then said: "Go and wash up, then come back for dinner, be good."
Seeing that Jing Feng was unmoved, the woman put down her job and said, "By the way Feng'er, Lian'er came to see you this morning."
Jingfeng stood up suddenly, looked at the woman, and asked, "When did you come?"
The woman turned her head to think about it and replied: "It seems to be Tatsuki. I was grinding flour in the backyard and didn't pay much attention."
"Mom, what did you say?" Jingfeng seemed to have thought of something and asked with a confused look on his face.
"Lian'er asked me if you were at home. I said you went to a restaurant to drink last night and were still sleeping."
Jingfeng grimaced, "Then what did Lian'er say?"
The woman said truthfully: "Then Lian'er said, since you are still sleeping, I won't disturb you, and asked me not to wake you up."
After saying that, the woman looked at Jingfeng and said with a smile: "This girl Lian'er is so charming and generous. It would be great if she were my daughter."
Jingfeng rolled his eyes and said angrily: "If I were Lian'er, I would definitely not recognize you as my mother."
When the woman heard this, she slammed the table so hard that the dishes jumped.
"You brat, tell me again!"
"Look, look."
Only then did the woman realize that she had lost her composure, but she still said unhappily: "Looking at the way you are doing nothing all day long, you will know if you go out and fool around, which girl will dare to follow you in the future."
Jingfeng said proudly: "Lian'er! I don't know about others, but she will definitely be willing."
The woman burst out laughing, quickly covered her face with her sleeves, and said, "Come on, if you can find a girl to support me in my old age, I will burn incense every day."
Jingfeng curled his lips and said, "Your son is handsome after all, but are you afraid that he can't find a girl?"
Suddenly, he realized that the topic was going too far, and he quickly asked: "Mom, why didn't you tell me that Lian'er came to see me for such an important matter? She made an appointment with me to collect medicine in the mountains today."
The woman looked a little aggrieved, "But you didn't tell me that Lian'er had an appointment with you, and you went out drinking last night, right?"
Situ Caifeng was speechless, and seemed to remember something, so he asked: "Mother, did Lian'er come alone?"
The woman thought for a while and said: "There seems to be another young man, the son of the housekeeper of Xu Mansion, what is his name Ge?"
Speaking of this, the woman's face looked a little unhappy, "You are so young and you are acting like a slut, but you winked at me. You are really shameless."
"This bitch, even if she is always attentive to Lian'er, she still dares to molest my mother!" Jing Feng said through gritted teeth.
Jingfeng's mother was a famous beauty within a hundred miles of the mountain village. Countless men could not forget her beauty after seeing her. Moreover, she opened her own makeup shop. The blush she made was of high quality and low price, and she was very popular among women.
Jingfeng suddenly stood up and said to the woman: "Mom, I have to go to the appointment, so you don't have to wait for me for dinner."
The woman nodded, "Take the medicine basket with you and help me pick some moisturizing grass. I don't have enough at home."
After saying that, the woman continued to eat, and Jingfeng did not hesitate. She went to the backyard to get a hatchet and a bamboo basket, and then she was ready to set off.
There is a bungalow in the backyard that holds the memorial tablet of Jingfeng’s father. He has never seen his father since he can remember, and he was always raised by his mother.
His mother once told Jingfeng that his father was a monk because Ji Shi was no longer alive, leaving only an ancient whip. This ancient whip has always been placed in front of my father's memorial tablet.
Although Situ Caifeng was in a hurry, he still stopped to place three sticks of incense on his father's memorial tablet and kowtowed three more times.
After a while, Situ Caifeng found a long piece of cloth from nowhere, slowly picked up the ancient whip in front of his father's tomb, wrapped it in the cloth and carried it behind his back.
"I feel like my right eyelid has been twitching today, but I still feel confident with this." Jingfeng said to himself.
After saying that, he exited the bungalow and ran straight out of the village.
The origin of this ancient whip is not trivial. Jingfeng once asked his mother, who said that his father got it from traveling when he was young and that it was a genuine royal weapon.
What is a royal weapon?
On the land of China, there are countless cultivators. From ordinary warriors to outsiders, most of them have one or two ancestral weapons or magic weapons with them. The swords, guns, swords and halberds used by ordinary warriors are all made of fine iron. They are often used by military strategists in martial arts disputes and are called "iron soldiers".
For cultivators, commonly used magic weapons have spirit-injection slots added to them during casting, which can be activated by injecting one's own true energy and exerting an extra 20% of one's own strength. This kind of magic weapon is called a "spirit-injection weapon" and is rare in the ordinary world. Yes, and it’s expensive.
What is more advanced than the spirit-infused weapon is called a "spirit weapon". The manufacturing process of this kind of magic weapon is complicated, and it can store the true energy. The monk injects his own true energy into the spiritual weapon to activate it, which complements the magic weapon and can exert an additional 45% of his own strength. . In the monastic world, those who hold spiritual weapons are all dignified figures, and their prices are priceless.
The royal weapon is more powerful than the spiritual weapon. It is made of very precious materials. It can increase the strength of the monk by sixty-seven times, which is equivalent to having one more helper than others. The value of this kind of magic weapon cannot usually be measured in money. To measure, only some monastic sects and high-ranking officials and nobles are qualified to hold it.
Even more advanced than the king's weapon is the Ling Jue weapon. This kind of existence is rare on the mainland. It can only be possessed by some famous sects and monarchs of great countries.
Even more advanced are the sacred weapons, which are the highest-level magic weapons ever recorded on the Chinese continent. These sacred weapons contain all kinds of strange sects, also known as sects. It is said that these magic weapons themselves are psychic, and some of them will recognize their own masters. Every time they appear in the world, they will inevitably cause a sensation in all directions.
At this time, Jingfeng was running towards the mountain carrying a royal weapon. Since every mountain village has a powerful sacrificial spirit, the mountains and rivers within a few miles are safe and no monsters can approach.
Jingfeng ran wildly, the wind was blowing under his feet, and the animals around him avoided him. He ran all the way to a river, where Jingfeng and Xu Qinglian often met, and it was also the farthest place that the village's spiritual sacrifices could detect.
Jingfeng searched everywhere to see if Xu Qinglian had left any clues for him.
I saw him standing there, his exposed skin turning golden, his pupils extremely constricted, and veins bulging around his eyes. If anyone who has seen and heard this is here, he will definitely recognize that this is a unique golden body state.
All cultivators, including warriors, who want to cultivate Qi, first need to temper their bodies and transform their bodies into a container suitable for cultivation until they are reinforced with iron bones, and when the body enters the state of exertion, it will turn bronze or silver. At this time, he is at the peak of mortal martial arts. It is difficult to kill with ordinary swords and injure with sticks.
When the body is cultivated to the extreme, it will also emit golden color. This kind of body is stronger and more suitable for cultivation as a container for the Dantian.
Jingfeng was entering a state of exertion, and his physical performance was greatly improved. He looked far into the distance, and his field of vision expanded to more than five miles. Soon, he found a shoe under a tree. The size and style of the shoe clearly belonged to Xu Qinglian!
Jingfeng didn't dare to think about it for a moment, and quickly started running towards that direction.
His legs strode across, like a humanoid beast, rampaging through the forest. Wherever he passed, he left a series of footprints on the ground because of his hard steps, which made the trees and puddles nearby tremble. Animals and beasts Everyone was so frightened that they ran away when they saw him.
At this moment, all he could see was the pair of shoes, and the howling wind could not be heard. Jingfeng simply threw away the medicine basket and cloth bag, and continued running wildly with the ancient whip and hatchet in his hand.
Lian'er, be sure nothing happens to you!
He prayed silently in his heart.
