Hearing the invitation from the island, Han Feng and Mu Qianxun looked at each other with hesitation.
But in the end, Han Feng still flew away towards the center of the island in the Ark.
Because Han Feng knew very well that no matter what the purpose of saving them, he could use this method to make a nine-star strong man disappear into ashes without anyone noticing.
If the other party really wanted to harm them, they would never be able to escape in their current state.
As the Ark fled all the way to the center of the island, passing through clouds and fog along the way, and passing through layers of dense fog, the scene before us finally suddenly became completely new.
There is a low hill in front of you. There is a dense green bamboo forest growing on the mountain. The air in the bamboo forest is fresh and bright. There is a winding path at the foot of the mountain, leading to the top of the mountain. It has a kind of "winding path leading to seclusion" artistic conception in the painting. .
Seeing the scene in front of him, Han Feng was secretly surprised, thinking how could such dense green bamboo grow on this island.
With doubts in his heart, Han Feng landed on the ground, collected the Ark, and helped Mu Qianxun walk along the path to the top of the mountain.
After walking like this for a while, the two of them had reached the top of the hill.
There is an open grassland on the top of the mountain, and a thatched house has been built on it. The thatched house is surrounded by a low wooden fence. There is a small courtyard in the fence. There is a stone table and several stone benches in the courtyard. .
At this moment, a man in green clothes was sitting on a stone bench, holding a jasper flask and pouring wine into three wine glasses in front of him.
After filling three glasses of wine, the man in green raised his head, looked at Han Feng and Mu Qianxun outside the courtyard, and said with a smile.
"You two, please go to the hospital for a brief explanation."
The man in green clothes in front of him has a handsome and elegant appearance and an extraordinary temperament, but there is no energy fluctuation in his body, just like an ordinary person.
Looking at this person from a distance, Mu Qianxun became more and more surprised and doubtful, but when Han Feng saw this person's face, he was suddenly startled.
Because he actually recognized this person. When he bought the little rice bucket with the bloodline of "Pixiu" on Star Demon Island, this person suddenly appeared and bought the little rice bucket from him, but he refused on the spot.
Han Feng never expected that the two would meet here, and this person was obviously the owner of the island. He was also the one who killed the nine-star strong man just now.
Han Feng was shocked, but he didn't say anything, thinking that if he covered his face and suppressed his aura, the other party might not recognize him.
After calming down, Han Feng and Mu Qianxun walked into the small courtyard and came to the stone table.
Unexpectedly, the man in green looked at him at this moment and said with a smile: "Little friend, we meet again, you won't forget me."
When Han Feng heard this, his heart froze, knowing that the other party had recognized him.
Since he couldn't hide it, Han Feng simply stepped forward and clasped his fists and said: "Senior, when I was on Star Demon Island, I didn't dare to cause trouble, and I offended many people. I hope I won't blame you.
This time I was helped by my seniors again. I am really grateful! "
The man in green waved his hand and said: "Hey... little friend, there is no need to be polite. You and I are destined to meet each other here, so there is no need to be polite and thank you. Please sit down quickly."
When Han Feng and Mu Qianxun heard this, they simply sat down.
The man in green then flicked his sleeves, and two small jasper wine glasses fell in front of the two of them. The wine glasses were filled with an amber-colored, crystal clear wine. The aroma of the wine was elegant and pleasant, and it smelled very good.
The man in green clothes smiled and said: "On a remote island, there is nothing special. We only have two glasses of thin wine to entertain guests. Please don't mind."
Looking at the wine glasses in front of them, Han Feng and Mu Qianxun both showed slight hesitation.
But after only a moment's hesitation, Han Feng took the initiative to pick up the wine glass, thanked the man in green, and drank it down in one gulp.
The fragrant and smooth wine enters the stomach, leaving a fragrance on the lips and teeth, with endless aftertaste.
“Good wine!”
Han Feng couldn't help but admire, but at the next moment, the cool feeling in his abdomen suddenly changed, as if there was a ball of flames burning in his abdomen, and instantly spread throughout his body, making it unbearably hot!
Han Feng's pupils shrank, with a look of surprise in his heart, but he suddenly felt an extremely pure and majestic energy spreading through his body like a tide, pouring crazily into his limbs and bones...
In just a few moments, Han Feng's injuries sustained in the battle had healed, and most of the spiritual power in his dantian had been restored.
Soon, the hot feeling gradually subsided. While Han Feng felt refreshed, he couldn't help but have a look of shock in his eyes.
This seemingly ordinary glass of wine has many more powerful effects than panacea.
Mu Qianxun, who followed Han Feng and drank the wine from the glass, her originally sluggish aura was also growing rapidly at this moment. Her injuries were almost recovered, and she couldn't help but have a look of shock in her eyes.
The two of them looked at each other and couldn't help but clasped their fists at the man in green with a look of awe on their faces.
Han Feng said respectfully: "Thank you, senior, for the spiritual wine. I didn't ask for your name."
But the man in green just smiled slightly and said: "My name is Qingqian, and I am just a casual cultivator in the Ten Thousand Stars Sea. The two of you should be from the coastal base of the Qianlan Empire."
Han Feng and Mu Qianxun did not deny this. They both nodded and briefly introduced themselves to each other.
Immediately, the three of them chatted in a casual manner. This mysterious man named Qingqian seemed to be just an overseas monk. His gentle and casual speech gave people a sense of comfort like a spring breeze.
However, during the chat, Qingqian seemed to be particularly interested in Korean style. He also asked about Han Feng's hometown, various local customs and customs, and was even interested in Han Feng's family and friends.
In this regard, Qingqian said that he has never been to the mainland and is very curious about everything.
Although Han Feng remained silent on the surface, he was secretly suspicious in his heart.
The three of them chatted for a while. Qingqian suddenly looked at Han Feng and said with a smile: "My friend, I don't know where the "iron-eating beast" you bought that day is. Can you borrow it for a look?"
Hearing Qing Qian suddenly ask about "Little Rice Tong", Han Feng couldn't help but feel nervous, wondering if the other party had gone all the way around just to come here for Little Rice Tong.
Although the little guy has eaten a lot of his spiritual stones and elixirs in the past few days and is defined as a "loser" by Han Feng, the little guy is after all a "tongbao spiritual beast" with the blood of Pixiu, which is rare in the world. Han Feng can Reluctant to pass it on to others.
But now that the other party had saved both of his lives and given such precious spiritual wine as a gift, the other party just asked to take a look at the small rice bucket. If he didn't take it out, it would be really unreasonable.
After a slight hesitation, Han Feng rolled up his sleeves, revealing an ordinary "beast ring". He pretended to inject a bit of spiritual power, but he summoned a small rice bucket from the demon refining pot.
After not seeing each other for a few days, Xiaofan Tong's originally thin body has obviously gained weight. He has a silver-gray body, shiny hair, erect ears and a long tail, four fleshy little claws, and bright eyes. He looks like Like a little tiger, it's really cute.
As soon as the little guy appeared, he immediately jumped into Han Feng's arms, gently scratched Han Feng's collar with his paws, rubbed his little head up affectionately, and shouted "Wow" in his mouth, acting cute and naive.
"Wow...what a cute little guy!"
Mu Qianxun on the side couldn't help but feel girly when she saw the little rice bucket.
"Han Feng, what's this little guy's name?"
"Little rice bucket."
"Pfft...what kind of name did you get?"
"Little rice bucket, come here, come to sister!"
Mu Qianxun couldn't help but wanted to reach out and hug Xiaofantong. However, Xiaofantong, who acted coquettishly and cutely in Han Feng's arms, did not give Mu Qianxun any face.
Seeing the other person reaching out to hug him, it bared its teeth at Mu Qianxun and squeezed into Han Feng's arms.
That look seemed to be warning Mu Qianxun, "I am loyal to my lord, no one can touch me!"
At this moment, Qingqian also said: "Little guy, come to me."
Hearing this, Xiao Fan Tong had no intention of paying attention, but at the next moment, Xiao Fan Tong's nose suddenly twitched slightly.
Immediately, the little guy's eyes suddenly lit up, and he jumped out of Han Feng's arms, jumped to the edge of the stone table, and came close to Qing Qing.
At this moment, its big black eyes were staring directly at the fruit in Qingqian's hand, the size of an egg, with yellow light, and it was so greedy that it stuck out its tongue.
Qingqian held the fruit and waved it in front of the small rice bucket, then threw it casually. The small rice bucket jumped into the air and swallowed the fruit whole in one bite.
Han Feng, who was standing aside, couldn't help but his eyes trembled when he saw the fruit that Qing Qian fed to Xiaofantong.
Although he did not recognize what kind of elixir this fruit was for the moment, he could judge from the astonishing fluctuations of spiritual power emitted from the fruit that this was at least a "five-hundred-year-old" elixir.
To casually throw out a five-hundred-year-old elixir and feed it to the spirit beasts is truly astonishing.
After Xiaofantong ate the spirit fruit, his attitude towards Qingqian also changed drastically. He waggled his tail at the opponent, shouting "wooow...wooow..." with a full face. They are all flattering.
Seeing this, Qing Qian just smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to hold the small rice pail in his arms, and while carefully looking at his body, he took out another 500-year-old elixir and continued to feed him.
Instead of resisting, the little rice bucket curled up in the opponent's arms very obediently, letting Qing Qian stretch out his hands to fiddle with it, while it just lowered its head to nibble on the elixir.
Han Feng and Mu Qianxun, who were watching this scene, were both in a daze.
In addition to being shocked by Qingqian's handiwork, he also lamented that this little rice bucket turned out to be "a mother if she has milk", and only has "food" in her eyes and no owner.
After Qingqian observed the little rice bucket for a moment, a strange green light flashed in his eyes, and he nodded and said: "This little guy really has extraordinary blood!"
When Han Feng on the side heard this, his already worried heart became tighter.
I wonder if this Qingqian is still trying to make a living? If the other party asks for something from you, will you agree or refuse?
However, to Han Feng's surprise, Qingqian just reached out and rubbed the forehead of the little rice bucket, and then handed it back to him.
"My little friend, congratulations on getting this spiritual beast. It seems that my little friend is indeed a person with deep blessings. I'm very happy and congratulated."
Han Feng didn't expect that the other party would hand the little rice bucket back to him so easily, and took the little guy back with some surprise.
After this small episode, the three of them changed the topic again and chatted casually for a while.
Seeing that the sun was rising in the sky, Mu Qianxun took the initiative to propose that he and Han Feng return to the coastal base to resume their lives and not disturb Qingqian's repairs.
In response, Qingqian just smiled faintly and did not say anything to persuade him to stay. But when he was leaving, he took out a token that exuded a faint green light and had a "dragon pattern" engraved on the surface and handed it to Han Feng.
"Little friend Han, it is indeed fate that you and I can meet each other twice at sea.
In the future, if you, my friend, enter the Sea of Ten Thousand Stars again and want to see me, you only need to inject spiritual power into the token, and I will know. "
