Ye Feng was a little troubled when he returned to the dormitory. The cigarette butt he just used was too powerful, and it directly burned away most of the power of the Demon King, and it was impossible to turn it into a magic card.
This wave is simply a loss of blood.
Arriving in front of the dormitory building, Han Yi turned to the old monk Daoxin who suddenly stopped and asked doubtfully:
"Abbott, won't you go in?"
"No, things here are over, and it's time for me to leave and continue to atone for my sins elsewhere."
The old monk Daoxin put his hands together and said Amitabha before turning and leaving.
The four of them, Ye Feng, looked at the direction in which the old monk Daoxin was leaving and said nothing. They just watched each other quietly as he left, and his back gradually disappeared.
Sometimes when a person makes a mistake, he may spend his whole life trying to make up for it.
This is the case with Daoxin. ?.?????.???
Since heaven has given him the power to atone his sins, he must fulfill the responsibilities of this power.
Just the bond can kill one generation after another.
...
Eastland Magic Academy has returned to calm. The four people in the dormitory are busy with their own affairs, as if everything is back on track.
It's November and the weather is starting to get colder.
In the morning, everyone was still sleeping except Ye Feng, who got up to play games and frantically typed on the keyboard.
Exiting the game, I yawned out of boredom.
Ye Feng stood up and prepared to go shopping outside.
The City of Hope was particularly depressed in November. Perhaps it was because most of the powerful magicians went to the Western Region and the Northern Region to provide support, so there were few people on the streets of the City of Hope today.
Ye Feng bought three steamed buns on the street and ate them while walking. He was quickly attracted by a painting on a stall not far away.
"Boss, your painting should be about Wu Song fighting a tiger."
Ye Feng looked at the paintings on the stall and felt dumbfounded. The middle-aged stall owner who was chatting with his colleagues next to him immediately turned around and said solemnly:
"Young man, you have such a good sense. This is a serious Shang and Zhou Dynasty ancient painting. Look at the workmanship. Look at this..."
The stall owner suddenly stopped talking, because it was only then that he realized that he seemed to have bought the wrong goods. He didn't look carefully when he put them away, and now he realized how ridiculous his drawing was.
Next to it is a person sitting on a mountain watching a tiger fight.
There is also a picture of playing the piano to an ox.
"Boss, you are not from Shang Zhou, but from last week, right?"
Ye Feng was a little dumbfounded, but still asked about the price.
For twenty yuan a piece, Ye Feng took it directly and planned to hang it at home or in his dormitory.
There are not many paintings that reveal a hint of abstraction in this kind of sand sculpture.
Just when Ye Feng was about to go shopping for a while and go home, he suddenly found something very special on the street stall.
Ye Feng picked up a small wooden sign with the word "peace" written on it.
It's a peace sign.
Although the material of this wooden sign is just ordinary willow wood, the willow wood contains an extremely rich wood attribute.
"Dryad? I didn't expect that there are even dryads in this plane."
Ye Feng was a little surprised. After putting down the wooden sign, he did not ask the stall owner where the wooden sign came from. Instead, he directly followed it as soon as his consciousness opened.
Ye Feng soon confirmed the origin of this wooden sign. It turned out to be a village a hundred miles away from the City of Hope.
Anyway, I have nothing to do now, so it would be nice to go see the tree demons in this plane and chat with them.
Thinking of this, Ye Feng walked towards the distant street, and finally disappeared after a gust of wind blew by.
.....
November has entered winter, and even in the villages there is not much grass now, most of it has withered and withered.
This is a village that doesn't look very big, with several houses emitting white smoke.
There are indeed only a few households living in a village with hundreds of bungalows. What is the difference between such a village and a deserted village?
There is a willow tree at the entrance of this village. The willow tree that should have been lush and green is now bare with no sign of life.
Ye Feng stretched out his hand and patted Liu Shu's body, seeming to feel Ye Feng's arrival.
The willow tree demon, who had been extremely weak for a long time, now tried hard to control a few willow branches to brush against Ye Feng's shoulders as a greeting.
"You are a three-thousand-year-old tree demon with super-level nine-star strength. How could you become like this now?"
Ye Feng gave the tree demon a trace of spiritual energy, reviving the willow tree demon that had already reached the edge of death.
"Alas~"
A sigh sounded, and an old voice sounded in Ye Feng's mind.
It was the tree demon who was communicating with him using his soul.
"Two hundred years ago, monsters from another world invaded the Eastern Region. I exhausted all my strength to protect the people in the village. If it weren't for the power of the Wood Elemental Law in my body, I would have died long ago."
Ye Feng smiled faintly after hearing this, sat on the ground, leaned against the willow tree, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette from the inside, put it in his mouth, lit it and asked:
"You are a monster, why are you trying so hard to help others?"
"I have lived for three thousand years. This village was established two thousand years ago. I have watched the people in the village grow up and age, batch after batch, generation after generation. Each of them is different, but they are all different. It’s the same thing, I watched them grow up, how could I agree to a monster from another world who wants to kill my children?”
