"Sir, I'm here to bring you food. It's all delicacies from the mountains."
The servant's voice came.
Zhang Yifeng then said: "Put it outside the door. I'll pick it up myself later."
"OK."
A minute later, Zhang Yifeng stood up and opened the door.
Outside the door, the moonlight is sultry. Although it is hidden in the clouds, it looks like a beauty trying to hide herself from the bath.
Originally he didn't plan to eat, but the dishes on the floor did smell delicious.
Zhang Yifeng picked up the food and did not enter the room, but went to a pavilion in the courtyard.
Since it is delicious, then try it. Zhang Yifeng is also a foodie.
Zhang Yifeng, who had not eaten for a long time, had a full appetite.
I have to say that Yelulong was quite thoughtful. Although the food was not exquisite, it was indeed delicious, and it also came with a jug of fine wine.
Zhang Yifeng doesn't like drinking, but under the moonlight, he also wants to have a few drinks.
How can we enjoy the beautiful scenery without wine?
Under the moonlight, Zhang Yifeng raised his glass and drank alone, but only he knew what he was thinking. Or he was looking at the moon, missing his relatives and friends in his previous life.
Everyone has a story deep in their heart, and in the dead of night, this story will keep replaying in their mind.
It's a pity that those people and those things can't go back.
"The foggy moon hangs in the sky, and the night is thick with humidity. The moon is similar when you raise your head, but different when you lower your head."
After a long time, Zhang Yifeng sighed and felt something. Now he can roughly understand the artistic conception of flowers being similar every year but people being different every year. The moon is still the same moon, but the people looking at the moon are no longer the same.
"The moon is similar when you raise your head, but different when you lower your head. What a poem."
Suddenly, a female voice came, the voice was gentle and touching.
Zhang Yifeng turned his head and found a small sailboat on the pond in the distance, with a woman in white sitting on the sailboat.
The woman was dressed in white and looked like a fairy in the moonlight. She was sitting cross-legged on the bow of the boat, with a guzheng flying in front of her.
Zhang Yifeng glanced at him lightly, then withdrew his gaze and continued drinking.
The woman didn't say anything and just started playing the guzheng.
Buzz.
The guzheng was playing and the insects stopped chirping. The entire east chamber was filled with melodious music, floating straight into the sky.
The sound of the music was low, as if someone was playing a tragic song under the night sky. Zhang Yifeng didn't understand the music, but he was still fascinated by it.
He knew that those who played such low-pitched music must also have unspeakable sadness in their hearts.
But Zhang Yifeng didn't ask, and the other party didn't speak either.
At night, a woman in white is sitting alone on the bow of a boat playing music, and a young man is sitting alone on a pavilion drinking, which is also a beautiful sight.
After a long time, the music disappeared, and the woman in white rowed ashore, disappearing from Zhang Yifeng's sight without saying a word.
"What a beautiful piece of music. It seems to be able to touch the sadness hidden deep in the listener's heart. It can make people cut off a trace of sadness when the music ends. This may be a master of music."
Zhang Yifeng couldn't bear to leave, and the woman's music made him feel less lonely.
He shook his head, drank a bottle of wine, and then returned to the room.
Back in the room, Zhang Yifeng sat cross-legged and continued to practice with spiritual energy.
In the past few days, my cultivation level has improved so fast that my body is still a little short of reaching the same level of cultivation level.
Within the body, the golden spiritual energy rushed wildly, like golden dragons roaring continuously.
Severe pain followed, but Zhang Yifeng gritted his teeth and persisted.
Reiki training means enduring pain.
Time passes and the night passes quickly.
"Little brother..."
Early in the morning, Bai Jingjing's voice came, and then she pushed the door open without knocking.
"Aren't you afraid that I'm not wearing any clothes?" Zhang Yifeng said speechlessly.
Bai Jingjing chuckled and said, "Then I have good eyesight? What's there to be afraid of?"
"Let's just say it, why did you come to me?"
"Isn't it okay if someone comes to see you out of boredom?"
"You're bored, but I'm not. I still have a lot to do."
Zhang Yifeng was too lazy to pay attention to Bai Jingjing, sat cross-legged, and continued to practice with spiritual energy. Bai Jingjing stamped her feet and could only go back and continue practicing.
An hour later, Zhang Yifeng got up and went to the city lord's wife's room to continue detoxifying the city lord's wife.
Zhang Yifeng still did not use all his strength, but deliberately delayed the time. In this case, he could ask for medicinal materials a few more times.
At noon, Zhang Yifeng returned to the room. After returning, Zhang Yifeng continued to practice, but he did not use the spiritual energy training technique. He was almost done with the spiritual energy training. Because the spiritual energy training technique was running automatically all the time, his body
His cultivation level has almost caught up with his spiritual energy cultivation level.
Zhang Yifeng is currently practicing the Fighting Immortal Body.
For such a long time, Zhang Yifeng has not taken the initiative to practice the Fighting Immortal Body because his cultivation level was not very strong before. But now, Zhang Yifeng's cultivation level has improved a lot, and he wants to try to see if he can get started with the Fighting Immortal Body.
The time of training always passed very quickly, but he didn't make much progress in fighting immortal body.
As of now, he has not yet started the Battle Immortal Body.
Once he gets started, the master can kill him with a wave of his hand! Masters of the acquired world will be much less of a threat to him. As for whether he can kill the masters of the acquired world, it depends on how strong the battle immortal body is. After all, this is his first time practicing this kind of thing.
Mystical magic.
"Sir, will the food be left outside the door for you?"
Just when Zhang Yifeng was in a bottleneck, the servant's voice came from outside the door. It was time to deliver dinner again.
The dinner at the City Lord's Mansion seems to be served after dark.
Zhang Yifeng opened his eyes. Since the Battle Immortal Body cannot be entered for a while, let's enjoy the delicious food.
Zhang Yifeng opened the door, carried the food, and went to the pavilion again, drinking and eating while looking up at the bright moon.
The moon is beautiful, but most of the time it is waning and full moons are always rare.
Zhang Yifeng looked at the crescent moon, fascinated.
I don't know when the strings started to sound, and the melodious and low-pitched music resounded through the courtyard, and the lingering sound echoed up to the sky.
Zhang Yifeng withdrew his gaze and subconsciously looked towards the pond.
There was a small boat parked beside the lotus leaves of the pond. On the bow of the boat, a woman in white clothes was sitting. Her clothes were as white as snow and spotless. She had an aura of being out of the dust.
However, because the distance was too far, Zhang Yifeng could only barely see the woman's face. In fact, Zhang Yifeng could use his spiritual consciousness or gather his spiritual energy into his eyes. In that case, he would definitely be able to see the woman's face, but he did not do so.
, because of its hazy beauty, it adds even more charm to women.
Besides, why do you have to know what the other person looks like? Everything depends on fate.
The music is melodious, sometimes passionate, and suddenly deep, as if it is interpreting the prosperity and decline of the world, happiness and sorrow.
After a long time, the sound of the piano disappeared, and the woman paddled the boat to the shore and sailed away gracefully.
The two of them didn't say a word.
Ten minutes later, Zhang Yifeng finished his drink and returned to the room. Without saying a word, he continued to practice the Fighting Immortal Body.
The Fighting Immortal Body is not just a physical skill.