Chapter 223 Shenzong Accepts Disciple, Old Ancestor Accepts Disciple
The ice giant looked down at the group of uninvited guests who broke into the restaurant, and his whole body was filled with a terrifying aura that seemed to freeze the soul.
However, the aura of this ice giant was far less powerful than when it was used against Ming Lao and Ling'er. It was probably because the woman in white did not intend to take action seriously.
Such a being who was respected as a venerable by Ming Lao could not fight against anyone who was in the realm of Emperor Wu.
The pupils of the middle-aged man who came to vent his anger on his son shrank violently, and the cold and icy aura surrounding him caused a layer of ice crystals to form on his body.
At this moment, he realized that his son had provoked someone he could not afford to offend. He immediately picked up his son who was stunned and fled outside the restaurant as quickly as possible.
"boom!"
A loud noise was heard, and except for the father and son who had already escaped, the seven or eight followers they brought were frozen into lumps of ice, and then were smashed to pieces by the ice giant's punch.
Ye Feng knew very well that with the strength of the woman in white, the father and son could not escape. However, she did not kill anyone, but only killed a few unimportant subordinates. She did not want to cause trouble in this sacred city.
There was too big a commotion.
The surname Dongji is indeed one of the most noble in Jiuyang Continent, but under the concept of respecting the strong, the people who can really control the core of power are still a very small number of people, and more are like the young
Like Young Master, he has the surname Dongji, but is actually just a peripheral member of a huge clan.
Under normal circumstances, as long as these peripheral members are not beaten to death, the higher-ups in the clan will not investigate.
The commotion here was quite noisy. In order not to attract attention, Ye Feng left the restaurant immediately. Before leaving, he did not forget to grab a few jars of strong spirits.
The autumn rain in the sacred city seemed to fall endlessly. As the afternoon approached dusk, the rain showed no sign of weakening. Instead, it fell heavier and heavier. The dense rain streaks continued, and small lines appeared on the ground.
water waves.
On the top of an unknown building in a relatively remote area of the city, Ye Feng was lying on the roof like a wandering prodigal, holding a jar of strong liquor in his left hand and pouring it down his throat.
The sky was getting dark, and after he drank a bottle of strong liquor, he suddenly looked back and saw that the woman in white who had been beside him all this time was no longer there.
Since entering the divine city, Ye Feng has drank quite a lot of wine, and has not used his cultivation to suppress and dispel the alcohol. His cheeks are a little red, and his eyes are slightly blurry.
He didn't think too much about the sudden disappearance of the woman in white. On the contrary, without this mysterious woman by his side, he felt more at ease. The feeling of being unable to control his own destiny made him really unhappy.
Speaking of looking for a drink after entering the city, it was not all because he liked strong liquor, but as soon as he came to this sacred city in Dongzhou, he couldn't help but think of Ye Qin.
The person he was on Earth in the past had merged with the soul of the original owner of this body from the moment he crossed over.
He is Ye Feng, and he is also Ye Feng. The current Ye Feng carries everything about Ye Feng in the past. During the period of existence in Jiuyang Continent, he also subconsciously recognized his identity.
Therefore, deep down in Ye Feng's heart, he really regards Ye Qin as his father, and he has the same emotions as the original owner of this body towards his father.
Similarly, on that distant and unknown earth, he also had a pair of parents.
He, Ye Feng, is two people and one person.
He didn't know where Ye Qin went after coming to Dongzhou, and whether he was well now. He couldn't even control his own destiny, and he didn't know whether coming to Dongzhou this time was a disaster or a blessing.
Suddenly, his somewhat confused eyes brightened, and he remembered what the old man with broken arms had said to him.
"Instead of having that time to lament and worry, it is better to use this time to practice well and control the direction of your own destiny as much as possible."
"I am calm, calm and calm, and my heart is as solid as a rock. The truth seems to be very simple, and I thought I had achieved it, but after all, I was still a little naive, and I almost destroyed this state of mind by accident."
With a hint of self-mockery on his face, Ye Feng threw the empty wine jar aside, and his mood returned to the state of Gu Jing Wubo.
"You can drink wine, but you must not use it to drown your sorrows." Ye Feng told himself in his heart.
In the dim night and dense rain, a man dressed in white walked up in the air. The rain did not touch his body, like a clean white lotus blooming in the dark night.
Ye Feng raised his eyes and wondered why this woman came back after she left just now.
"You don't seem to want me to come back." The woman in white fell lightly in front of Ye Feng, staring at him with a pair of naturally charming eyes.
Ye Feng was a little surprised that this mysterious woman who had cherished words for more than three months spoke such a long sentence for the first time except when they first met.
Regarding this question, Ye Feng became more precious than words and said nothing, but silence also represented affirmation.
The woman in white was not angry or moved. Apart from her natural charm and enchantment, there was no emotion in her eyes, which were as cold as the snowy peaks in the north.
"Every autumn is the time when Shenzong accepts disciples." The woman in white suddenly said.
"You want me to become a disciple of Shenzong?" Ye Feng frowned.
Seeing the woman in white nodding, Ye Feng shook his head and refused directly, saying: "I don't want to go."
The techniques he practiced ran counter to the orthodox cultivation system, and he did not want the various secrets in him to be spied upon by the masters of the Shenzong who were hiding tigers and hidden dragons.
Ye Feng's rejection seemed to be expected by the woman in white. She said softly: "Don't you want to know the whereabouts of your father and your mother?"
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes and stared at the extremely charming eyes of the woman in white.
"You go to Shenzong. When your strength grows to a certain level, you will know everything." The woman in white said.
"Is my mother from Shenzong?" Ye Feng asked.
The woman in white nodded again.
"The maid Ling'er who was by my side before, and the Ming Lao who cultivated as a Martial Saint, the master behind them also stared at me because of my mother, right?"
The woman in white nodded for the third time.
"Then what role do you play in this conspiracy that is full of loopholes? Is it also for the things my mother left me?" Ye Feng said solemnly.
"I will never harm you." The woman in white said.
Although her tone was very calm, Ye Feng knew very well that this woman was not lying, because for a strong man of the martial arts level, there was absolutely no need to play tricks with a little martial king like him.
But Ye Feng would not reveal his true feelings just because of the other person's simple words. In this world where action can kill people, Ye Feng never thought there was anything wrong with being more cautious.
Just like when he first met Yue Mufeng, although the boy's cautious temperament was a bit too much, if Ye Feng was really allowed to evaluate it, he felt that it was completely correct to do so.
"I listen to you." Ye Feng said softly.
Facing an unmatched Martial Master, Ye Feng knew very well that he did not have much choice.
"Can you tell me about my mother?" Ye Feng looked at her with hope in his eyes.
Regarding the mother whom he had never met since birth, Ye Feng had fantasized about her countless times in his mind.
The woman in white looked at him, but did not speak or express anything.
"Forget it if you don't say it." Ye Feng laughed at himself, disappointment flashing across his brows.
"If you know some things too early, it will not do you any good. Instead, it will be a kind of pressure." The woman in white suddenly said.
"Yes, I understand." Ye Feng calmed down and soon became calm again.
"When you reach the realm of the Martial Emperor, everything will be revealed. Before that, I will always be by your side, and no one can hurt you."
"Thanks."
One is a cautious young man, and the other is a woman whose origin and purpose are still unknown. The two figures stood high on the beams of a building in the night rain, silently facing each other.
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In the city of Lanzhou in the Tianluo Mountain area of Nanhuang, an old man with a rancid smell, tattered robes, and dirty oil was wandering the streets.
The old man's beard and hair were all white, but they were all messy. He looked like an old beggar who hadn't taken a bath in several years. He was humming a song that no one else could understand, and he was walking carelessly on the street.
Pedestrians on the road frowned and stepped aside, deliberately keeping some distance from the old man to avoid being contaminated by his filthy air.
The old man had one sleeve fluttering empty and only one arm. He looked down and out and poor, but his face was filled with a smile, like a poor and happy man.
Compared with Qizhou City and Liuzhou City, Lanzhou City is much more dilapidated, mainly because it experienced the massacre and destruction by the vine demon army.
During this period, Lanzhou City experienced a tribulation, which made people panic, because a young man from Tianhe Sect killed many people and then left. It is said that even the son of the sect leader was killed.
The old man with a broken arm found a corner and sat down, leaning against the cool wall. He reached out and took out a gourd from his waist. The stopper was covered with wormholes. It looked really ugly.
Not only did the old man not dislike it at all, but he was smiling all over his face. He grabbed the gourd and swung it around a few times with one hand, but there was no sound of water rippling, and his face suddenly turned ugly.
Next to the old man, a dirty little beggar was standing next to a woman who was about to die with only one breath left. There were tears on her face, and she was holding a bun in her hand, and she was at a loss.
The woman was dying, but she couldn't even open her mouth at this moment. How could she eat the buns?
Moreover, the buns smell rancid. I don’t know how long they have been stored, but this little boy beggar has always been reluctant to eat them.
"Little guy, can you let me eat the buns in your hand?" Suddenly, a voice came to the ears of the little boy beggar.
Looking around, the little boy saw an old beggar with a broken arm.
The old man and the young boy just looked at each other. The little boy had a wary look in his eyes, while the old beggar had a wrinkled smile on his face.
"This is the last bun." Looking at his dying mother, the little boy endured the pain in his heart and handed the bun to the old beggar.
He remembered that this bun was sold to him by a beautiful sister who was as beautiful as a fairy many days ago. There were four buns at that time, three of which were fed to his mother, and only the last one was left, but his mother could no longer eat it.
.
He still remembered the smell of the steamed buns when they were hot, but he never wanted to take a bite of them.
The buns had already gone bad, but the old beggar didn't care. He took them and ate them with big mouthfuls, while saying, "Your mother is no longer alive. Let's prepare for the funeral."
The dying woman stretched out her hand with great difficulty to touch her child's dirty cheek, but her palm only reached halfway and suddenly fell down.
"mother!"
The little boy burst into tears and shouted in great pain. His delicate little body went limp and he fainted on the ground.
The old beggar swallowed the rancid bun in three gulps, wiped it on his body, wiped his mouth, looked at the little boy who had fainted on the ground, and said: "Old ancestor, I will help you bury your mother."
, you little baby will be my apprentice from now on."
The little boy who had passed out could not hear what the old beggar was saying.