When Fengfeng saw the conversation between the two, she immediately put down her knife and looked at the old man curiously. She couldn't help but asked curiously: "Are you Elder Aunt Shu?"
Jianfeng chuckled, "I am your Aunt Shu's old friend. If you want, you can call me Grandpa Feng."
The sword wind was really unfamiliar to Fengfeng, and she murmured, not embarrassed to shout out.
Jianfeng didn't care. When he entered the house and saw the cat's nest, his eyes suddenly lit up. He quickly walked over and without saying a word, he pinched Wang Tuo's neck and picked him up.
"You kid, you don't say hello to your elders when you see them?"
Wang Tuo gestured twice with his teeth and claws in the air. However, he was no match for Jian Feng. He could only roll his eyes angrily and said via voice:
"Grandpa Sword Madman, am I wrong? Fengfeng is still here, let me down quickly!"
Jian Feng then let go with a smile. Wang Tuo regained his freedom and immediately ran away without a trace.
When Fengfeng saw this scene, she immediately lost her shyness and said in surprise: "Grandpa Feng, Uncle Wang doesn't hide from you."
"That's natural. I watched you, Uncle Wang, grow up."
Jianfeng said with a smile, but his tone was a little complicated. He thought of the old demon king.
Young Fengfeng was in a hurry, so naturally he couldn't hear too many emotions in his words, just envy.
Ten years have passed, and Uncle Wang has become an old cat, but she still has never touched it once. She really wants to know how Uncle Wang feels when he touches it.
Xiang Shen was standing by, seeing an old man and a young man chatting happily, so he didn't interrupt, turned around, took the new tea leaves, and threw them into the boiling teapot.
"Fengfeng, are you a swordsman?"
Jianfeng sat down, glanced at the knife on the table, and then asked harmoniously: "Looking at your young age, have you ever thought about going to Xizhou to cultivate?"
"Cultivation?"
Fengfeng scratched her head, suddenly remembered something, and asked: "Grandpa Feng was talking about the rumor about going to Xizhou to become an immortal a few years ago?".
Jianfeng was suddenly surprised, "Why, your Aunt Shi didn't tell you?"
"I told you so."
Fengfeng nodded: "Aunt Shen also said that the rumor is true. But what's the good of cultivation? I just want to be with daddy and don't want to go so far away."
As soon as these words came out, Jianfeng was stunned and then smiled bitterly: "You are right, but there is nothing good about it."
Cultivation and cultivation, like his practice, will end in nothing, leaving only a long period of pain and loneliness.
Mortal life is short, but if you can live your whole life in peace and tranquility with your loved ones, wouldn’t it be a blessing?
The two chatted for a while. Fengfeng glanced at the sky outside, then grabbed the Tang Dao and smiled brightly: "Grandpa Feng, I'm going to practice sword practice. You have to stay in the city for two more days. I also want to Please help me catch Uncle Wang."
"well……"
Jianfeng agreed repeatedly, and after watching Fengfeng leave, he pushed a cup of brewed tea in front of him.
"I don't know if this secular crude tea is suitable for seniors' taste."
Jianfeng glanced at Xiang Shen who was sitting across from him, picked up the cup and took a sip, and then praised: "It's just plain, just what I like."
"That's good."
Xiang Shen smiled slightly and said nothing. Turning his hand, a bead as black as ink appeared in his palm.
A wisp of cold air escaped from the surface of the bead, and instantly the entire wall of the Zi Fang was covered with a layer of frost. Then it was blocked by an invisible barrier, making it impossible to look outside the room.
Jianfeng stared at the bead with a cautious expression: "Bead of Resentment, in just ten years, you have really condensed it as promised."
Xiang Shu put away the beads of resentment and smiled lightly: "I would also like to thank senior for the condensation method."
Jianfeng shook his head slightly: "You and I are just reciprocating, so why do we need to thank you? The ray of pure energy you gave me seven years ago has been refined into the way of heaven, and I am much more confident in containing resentment. I can start at any time. "
Xiang Shen nodded lightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "Then set it at noon tomorrow, when the Yang Qi is the strongest, and the resentment is easier to suppress."
"good!"
Jianfeng agreed, and the serious atmosphere between the two of them dissipated and became much more relaxed.
sword wind
After taking a sip of tea, he said again: "You stay in this secular town all day long. Do you know that after the monk left, there was a lot of chaos in Dongzhou?"
Xiang Shen poured the tea calmly and replied without raising his head: "Senior, are you saying that the rogue cultivators are causing trouble?"
Although condensing the Resentment Bead took up most of her energy, it still didn't make her deaf to what was happening outside the window.
Although 99% of the cultivators in the city cannot resist the temptation to improve their spiritual roots, there are always a few who are content with the status quo and just want to stay in Dongzhou to dominate and dominate.
As soon as Jiang Yi and his group left, the low-level monks lost their intimidation, and as time went by, they gradually relaxed their posture, which was quite lawless.
When Jianfeng heard that Xiang Shu actually knew about this, he was immediately surprised: "Since you knew it, why didn't you respond? If too many mortals die in vain, I'm afraid the resentment in the earth's heart will quickly grow again."
Xiang Shen pursed his lips and smiled, and asked instead of answering: "It seems that Senior has done something about it? What was the effect?"
"What else?"
Jianfeng smiled bitterly: "If the results are immediate, what else can I ask you?"
In the past few years, whenever he saw monks causing trouble, he would kill them all. But it treats the symptoms rather than the root cause. After a while, there will always be people who are not afraid of death.
Moreover, in the secular world, there were many wars among the mortal kingdoms under the secret control of the monks. Mortals died in large numbers, and he couldn't control them even if he wanted to.
"Five years."
Xiang Shen lowered his eyes and sipped tea, and said slowly: "This is the period agreed between me and Li Yu. Within five years, the Wanmai Sword Sect will send disciples to specifically maintain order in Dongzhou."
As soon as these words came out, Jianfeng's face suddenly darkened.
It has now been seven years since he moved westward, but he has not seen a single disciple of the Ten Thousand Meridians Sword Sect.
"There are only two possibilities for this matter. Either the Ten Thousand Meridians Sword Sect crossed the river and destroyed the bridge, or... something happened."
Jianfeng frowned and analyzed: "As an earth god like you, as long as the Wanmai Sword Sect still wants to come to Dongzhou for activities, it is impossible to offend you for no reason. Something must have happened."
Xiang Shu is also inclined to the second guess.
However, the spiritual thoughts she left on Lin Beilan and others have not disappeared, so there is no rush.
"Let's not talk about the matter in Xizhou for now."
Xiang Shu's tone was as calm as ever: "If you want to restore order in Dongzhou, killing people alone won't do it."
"It seems you have already had an idea."
A smile appeared on Jianfeng's face again, "Then I don't have to worry about this. If you need me for anything, just ask."
Xiang Shen shook his head and chuckled: "I can handle this small matter by myself, senior, just concentrate on refining your resentment."
Jianfeng was completely relieved after hearing what Xiang Shu said.
At noon the next day, Xiang Sheng's Resentment Qi beads were wrapped in the pure Qi and entered Jianfeng's body. The Resentment Qi beads were extremely condensed and suppressed by the Qing Qi. The whole process was without any surprises and no need to elaborate.
Jianfeng underestimated the weight of the Resentment Bead. After fully accepting it, he immediately couldn't bear it. He could only fly high into the sky immediately, transform into a carrier of heaven, and retreat to adapt.
In this way, he violated the agreement of "staying for a few more days" and made Fengfeng cry and mourn for several days.
Wang Tuo couldn't stand it, so he could only sigh, deliberately jumped on Fengfeng's shoulder, and ruffled the little girl's hair.
Fengfeng was so surprised and happy that she immediately forgot everything and ran out after Wang Tuo.
"Uncle Wang, don't run away, let me touch you again!"
"Uncle Wang!!!"
Xiang Shu listened to Fengfeng's laughter outside the house, and a hint of gentleness flashed across his eyes.
She turned around and sat down at the table, picking up a pen and sketching.
Resentment was like a shackle, weighing on her for more than ten years. Now that she was freed, she felt like she was reborn. When I start painting, it seems to be different from before, and all kinds of feelings are beating in my heart.
The strokes were extremely smooth. Xiang Shen moved according to his heart and was immersed in it. After a while, a lifelike human face appeared on the paper.
This face is none other than Xiang Shu himself.
However, what was painted was the face of the earth in the previous life.
The heart in a state of enlightenment
The natural mapping between the two is actually this?
Xiang Shu sighed in his heart, looked at himself on the drawing paper, and suddenly his eyes narrowed slightly.
wrong.
The person in the painting is her, but why does it look different from the face in the memory of her previous life?
"eccentric……"
Xiang Shu traced the outline of the person in the painting with his fingertips, observed it for a moment, and finally saw where this sense of deviation came from.
It's time.
The face she drew looked even older than when she was lying on the hospital bed in her previous life.
"Boss." Xiang Shu muttered to himself, frowning slightly.
She had no wrinkles on the face in this portrait, but it gave her the impression of being old, as if there was a hundred-year-old soul hidden under a young face.
A hundred years old? !
Xiang Shen's pupils suddenly shrank.
In terms of the time she has experienced in her memory, it is indeed more than a hundred years ago, and this sense of time is actually reflected in the painting.
When did her painting skills become so good? Maybe it's not the painting skills, but something else?
Xiang Shu pondered for a moment, then raised his head again, his eyes were clear again.
She recalled the feeling of being immersed in it just now and started writing again.
This time, she still painted herself, but not her previous life, but her face after traveling to the world of cultivation.
The first picture shows the cardamom years, with a bit of youthfulness between the eyebrows and eyes, which is when he first entered the Blazing Flame Sect.
After finishing one painting, Xiang Shu didn't look at it and continued to draw the second one.
This one shows the appearance of a young man in his twenties, which is very similar to the face that Xiang Shuan deliberately fabricated at this moment.
After finishing this painting, Xiang Shu was stunned for a moment, and vaguely felt a charm coming from the painting.
She let this charm fall on her body and suddenly felt her face change slightly.
She immediately waved her sleeves to draw a water mirror, and when she saw the face reflected in the mirror, her eyes were filled with shock.
My face turned out to be exactly the same as in the painting!
"what happened……"
Xiang Shuo continued to paint, and more and more images of himself emerged from the paper, including youth, middle age, and old age, all of them lifelike.
She doesn't even need to think, just a thought, and the appearance of the corresponding age will be reflected in her mind.
Her face also keeps switching between young and old, and finally returns to the appearance of the young man in the painting.
Looking at dozens of myself on the table, a clearer understanding emerged from the bottom of my heart.
Xiang Shen's eyes changed.
After ten years of shackles, once she was freed from the trap, a sudden flash of inspiration seemed to make her realize something extraordinary.
"It's a little late, but it's not a big problem. This month's full attendance has long been gone. Wuwu┭┮﹏┭┮"
