Chapter 52, Ma Qiufeng
The next day.
The sky was a little dark and rainy.
Lu Feng got up early as always, opened the attic window, and breathed in the refreshing morning air.
Looking far away, a graceful figure slowly walked out of the attic and walked towards the central open space.
There was a softness in Lu Feng's eyes. Jiang Ruoyun actually got up early, and it seemed to be a few minutes earlier than him.
Today, Jiang Ruoyun had her hair tied up and was wearing a tight-fitting outfit, showing a somewhat dashing and heroic appearance.
After arriving at the open space, I stretched my muscles and bones, then took out the long whip and started practicing.
Perhaps because he was afraid of disturbing Lu Feng and Xiaorou's rest, Jiang Ruoyun didn't make much noise when practicing the whip technique. He only practiced the most basic moves in the whip technique.
Lu Feng was a little distracted looking at Jiang Ruoyun's slim and beautiful figure. Although the latter was holding a long whip in his hand, it felt as gentle as a ribbon.
The plain clothes are like snow, fluttering in the wind, and the mist around the body is light, like a cage of light gauze.
Lu Feng watched Jiang Ruoyun dance one whip flower after another, and couldn't help but find that both the speed of her whip and the angle of attack seemed to be much more precise and cunning than before, and the continuity between the whip flowers was also tighter.
Obviously his strength has improved a lot.
Creaking…
Lu Feng heard the sound of the window opening and knew that Xiaorou next door was also awake.
Jiang Ruoyun in the distance paused for a moment, looked up at the attic, and saw that the windows of Lu Feng and Xiaorou's rooms were open, and knew that they were awake.
The momentum suddenly changed, and the long whip in his hand quickly flipped, and the sharp long whips were thrown out one after another, leaving countless shallow whip marks on the open space.
There were a few black lines on Lu Feng's face, and he was a bit speechless when he saw Jiang Ruoyun who suddenly became violent and fierce. The gentle and graceful look before was nowhere to be seen.
Lu Feng smiled, walked out of the bedroom, and walked towards the third floor. He practiced the formation in the spirit gathering array and practiced the inscription technique. The effect was obviously much better.
Lu Feng took an inner look at his Nai Ring. There was a mountain of damaged and defective products inside, and there were very few formation materials left. He couldn't help but sigh at the horror of the formation master's gold-consuming ability.
The spirit gathering array was opened, and Lu Feng began to recall the flow of spiritual energy in Jiang Ruoyun's body. He kept turning the carving knife in his hand and carved it on a piece of rough and smooth ordinary jade, hoping to reveal its flowing veins.
pity……
One failure, two failures, countless failures...
But Lu Feng didn't give up, and he had to stop only after using up all the jade stones in the ring.
My heart was filled with shock. How could the mere circulation of spiritual energy be so difficult to reproduce?
What kind of special technique does Jiang Ruoyun practice?
At this time, Jiang Ruoyun had finished practicing and was wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead.
After tidying up, Jiang Ruoyun changed into a set of neat and elegant clothes, which were simple but not shabby. She looked very elegant and pure.
When Lu Feng saw Jiang Ruoyun walking out of the hall, he couldn't help being surprised by how well he dressed.
Looking at the overcast and rainy sky, Jiang Ruoyun casually took out an oilcloth umbrella and opened it. Seeing Lu Feng standing there in shock, he couldn't help but smile.
"You don't have an umbrella?"
Lu Feng came to his senses and nodded awkwardly. In the past few years, he had been living in the valley for a long time, familiar with formation books and studying formation techniques. The few times he went out, the sky was clear and the earth was bright, so he did not have an umbrella in his luggage.
"Here, here you go" Jiang Ruoyun smiled slightly and handed over the umbrella in his hand.
Lu Feng took it casually and looked at Jiang Ruoyun, expecting that she would take out another one and hold it up again.
But he found that the latter's pure eyes were looking at him innocently.
Lu Feng smiled and stepped forward. The two of them supported each other and walked towards Yan's Mansion.
The black and white oilcloth umbrella and the ink-painted umbrella surface are already a very beautiful scenery in such rainy weather.
Standing under the umbrella is a woman who is countless times more beautiful than the scenery. She is as elegant and calm as blending into nature, which adds a different kind of elegance to the scenery.
…
Shuizhuxuan was not very far from Yan's Mansion, and the two of them arrived in front of Yan's Mansion not long after.
The rain in the sky gradually became lighter, but Lu Feng was reluctant to put down the umbrella in his hand.
A large number of people have gathered outside the gate of Yan Mansion.
Lu Feng looked around and saw many familiar faces. Yue An from the Prison Mansion, Jiang Feng and Jiang Caiyun from the Jiang Mansion, Tang Yuan, Qiao Xueer and others were also there...
Almost all the prominent forces in Qinglong Town sent their younger generation members to attend the funeral banquet.
"That person is Cheng Zhishu," Jiang Ruoyun pointed to a man standing in the distance and said, "Before he was injured, he was recognized as the most outstanding person among the younger generation in Qinglong Town, but now he doesn't know his strength."
Lu Feng looked around and saw a smiling young man standing among a group of girls, like stars holding the moon. From the slightly raised corners of his mouth, it could be seen that he enjoyed such treatment.
However, it would be a bit too much for you to feel happy instead of sad at someone else's funeral.
When Jiang Ruoyun introduced him, Tang Yuan had already walked over and greeted Lu Feng.
"Why are you standing so far away from Sister Qiao today?" Jiang Ruoyun joked casually, but saw a little helplessness on Tang Yuan's face.
Tang Yuan sighed: "My father dismissed the Tang Mansion when he left. Now the Tang Mansion has ceased to exist in name only. Our family no longer has the same status as the Eight Mansion, and we are no longer on a par with the Qiao Mansion... Xueer's family began to object to her dating me."
Lu Feng heard this and looked towards Qiao Xueer, and sure enough he saw the elder standing on her side reaching out to stop her, stopping her from approaching Tang Yuan.
Tang Yuan clenched his fists and looked at the loss and helplessness on Qiao Xueer's face in the distance. He felt a little self-deprecating and at the same time strengthened his determination to become stronger.
There was a sound of "tapping" giving in from the crowd, and everyone dispersed through a passage.
At the gate of Yan Mansion, eight people carried the coffin and walked out steadily.
No one dared to walk in front of the coffin. Everyone sent their congratulations to the coffin with their eyes far away.
Eight people carried the coffin at the front, followed closely by Mr. Yan, Yan Zhengchi and his wife, Yan Mingchi, Yan Jingjing, etc., each wearing mourning clothes and looking full of sorrow.
Lu Feng glanced at Yan Jingjing and immediately understood the changes Qiao Xueer mentioned a few days ago.
At this moment, the aura emanating from Yan Jingjing's body had vaguely reached the spirit gathering realm.
"Have you noticed Yan Jingjing..." Jiang Ruoyun wanted to ask but couldn't find the right words.
Lu Feng smiled knowingly and said, "She should have reached the spirit gathering realm."
"What? How is that possible?"
Jiang Ruoyun was shocked. It had only been a few days, how could it be possible for Congminghun to reach the spirit gathering realm in one fell swoop before he had awakened?
Lu Feng explained: "She has a special physique. She was born with the state of connecting the seven souls. It was only because of improper practice of ordinary skills that she was unable to awaken her life soul for eighteen years. Now that her life soul has awakened, she started to gather... fairy land."
There was one thing that Lu Feng did not say explicitly, for fear of disturbing Jiang Ruoyun's mentality, that is, those who were born with seven souls would be able to practice much faster than ordinary people in the future.
It won't be long before Yan Jingjing's strength will far exceed theirs.
Jiang Ruoyun pouted and said with some envy: "Is it because of the skills you gave me?"
Lu Feng nodded and responded truthfully: "It can be regarded as a little compensation for her."
When Jiang Ruoyun heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart.
In addition to her rapid improvement in strength, Yan Jingjing seemed a little depressed today.
Perhaps because Yan He was buried, she looked a little lonely and arrogant.
She seemed out of place with everything around her, as if she was the only one left in the world.
Almost all the people who died in Qinglong Town were buried on the mausoleum mountain in the west of the city, and Yan He was no exception. Songs and mournful vocals were played to see him off all the way.
Suddenly, the eight people carrying the coffin paused and stopped.
The vocal music also stopped abruptly.
"Someone is blocking the coffin!"
One of the people carrying the coffin shouted and wanted to move forward to drive away the person who was blocking the way, but was stopped by the leader.
Everyone looked at the person blocking the way in front of the coffin.
What he found was a gorgeously dressed woman, with light floral makeup on her face and a very vulgar floral skirt. She looked like a madam from Fireworks Willow Alley.
Lu Feng was a little shocked when he saw this scene, and was a little curious as to why no one from the Yan Mansion came forward to drive him away.
The woman was holding two large jars of wine in her hands. She glanced at the coffin where Yan He was and let out a crazy laugh.
Smiling and smiling, there were tears in the corners of his eyes unconsciously.
That voice turned out to be a rich and heavy male voice!
"Ma Qiufeng?" Tang Yuan asked in surprise.
"What? You said this woman is Ma Qiufeng?" Jiang Ruoyun looked at the crazy woman in the distance in surprise, but couldn't connect with the talented Ma Qiufeng.
Ma Qiufeng is the younger brother of Ma Haofeng, who is bedridden due to poisoning in Ma Mansion. He hangs out with Yan He all day long and is an out-and-out playboy.
While everyone was stunned, Ma Qiufeng raised a wine jar in his hand, poured the wine in front of Yan He's coffin, and choked with sobs: "Sexy monkey, this is your favorite red peach wine, just let me I'm taking you on your last journey."
When the wine in the jar was gone, Ma Qiufeng, who was dressed as a woman, raised another jar in his hand, opened his mouth wide and drank, laughing while drinking, and gave way while laughing. After giving way, he followed the coffin bearers and walked in front. .
It feels a bit like leading the way.
The wine mixed with tears messed up the makeup on Ma Qiufeng's face, making him look very ferocious. Coupled with his infiltrative laughter, it made people feel a sense of sadness.
"It's really Ma Qiufeng..." Jiang Ruoyun said with emotion and loss of voice.
Lu Feng was a little surprised. A man actually put down his body and dignity and dressed up as a woman in public to say goodbye to Yan He. He also looked so sad. Why was this?
Tang Yuan explained: "Ma Qiufeng and Yan He are close friends of life and death. They grew up together and went through life and death together. They played together, went to Liuxiang together, and did mischief together. They did almost all the good and bad things together."
"It is rumored that the two of them drank too much in Willow Lane one time and made a 'great ambition'. They agreed that if one of them died first, the other would either die together or dress up as a woman to attend the funeral..."
