Chapter 1446 A tael of wine money
After the encounter and drinking, everything was the same as before.
Yi Feng was still immersed in hard cultivation. His state of mind in this life was extremely sophisticated. All kinds of worldly things could no longer affect his heart of cultivation. No matter how interesting the black-clothed man was before, at best he was just a passerby who had once drank at the same table.
At least, he thought so.
In the next two months.
Yi Feng was still obsessed with hard cultivation. He either went out to find the legendary secret realm, or crossed the state to compete with the great sects. His cultivation level continued to rise, and his reputation became bigger and bigger.
As Yi Feng became stronger, more and more people admired him, and even many female cultivators followed him. Wherever he went, a group of young women would soon follow him.
As the saying goes, people are afraid of being famous just as pigs are afraid of being fat.
The words are rough but the truth is there. Yi Feng is indeed deeply touched and is also troubled by it.
Therefore, whenever Yi Feng finishes a sparring match or walks out of a secret place, he leaves the place as quickly as possible and disappears silently from the sight of the world.
With his cultivation level that is unrivaled in several states, almost no one can track him, and very few people have seen his true face. However, his reputation becomes more and more exaggerated, and his admirers are countless.
There are few traces of Yi Feng in the world, but his legends are everywhere.
Under this headache-inducing craze, the world's pursuit of him becomes more and more exaggerated, and some people even wait for a long time near Yi Feng's birth sect, lurking and waiting for his return.
Secretly realizing all this, Yi Feng shook his head helplessly and sighed. He knew that returning to the sect to visit was a luxury. Only by quietly returning to the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain could he have some peace and tranquility.
In a blink of an eye, it was the eighth day of March. It was
about to be the handover between spring and summer. The sun had just half appeared, and the morning light shone through the blooming peach blossoms outside the courtyard, scattered by the window.
Seeing this scene, Yi Feng, who had just opened his eyes, felt relieved.
He got up and dressed, ready to practice swordsmanship in the sea of flowers, and then continue to set out to spar with a genius from a large sect.
Who knew that as soon as he opened the door.
There was already a person lying under the eaves in front of the door, wearing the same loose black clothes as always, and the smile on his face was still so bold and unrestrained.
At a glance, Yi Feng recognized the person.
It was the shameless young man who had been drinking with him before.
However, today, his face was a little pale, with a golden feather arrow stuck in front of him, and he seemed to be seriously injured. It seemed that every time they met, this guy was injured, and each time was more serious than the last.
Before Yi Feng could speak, he laughed and said,
"I'll leave after taking a rest, I'll leave after taking a rest..."
Having said that, he really didn't say another word.
However, those eyes couldn't help but glance into the house, as if looking for something. It seemed that the injury was not light, but it was not life-threatening.
Yi Feng knew what was going on at a glance.
He didn't say anything extra, went back to the house, took out a pot of wine, and placed it on the stone table in the yard.
Before leaving.
Yi Feng remembered the resolution he had made secretly before, and left a message.
"A pot of peach blossom wine, three or two dollars for the wine."
After saying this, they hurriedly left.
Yi Feng still had to challenge the stronger Tian Jiao. The man in black was also seriously injured today, and was destined not to be able to drink as much as before. The unexpected reunion was a joy, but I never thought that it would still leave some regrets.
The world is like this, and so is life. Eight out of ten things are not satisfactory. Nine, I don't know if I can meet again next time, and whether I will have the opportunity to drink again.
After the separation.
Yi Feng went to Lingzhou Tianjian Sect to challenge the chief disciple Luo Yunchuan. He was still unstoppable. No one could stop him wherever his sword passed. His swordsmanship had already been perfected, and he was destined to be famous all over the world.
When he came back again, it was already dusk the next day.
The small courtyard illuminated by the setting sun was still so peaceful and tranquil.
Except for some bloodstains in the yard, proving that the shameless guy had been there, nothing had changed.
When Yi Feng stepped into the yard, he found a note on the stone table, which was pressed with loose silver so that it was not carried away by the spring breeze.
Picking up the note, the handwriting written in blood had long been dried by the wind and turned into black and red.
"I am short of money recently, with only two or three coins. I owe you one or two coins. Pay it back next time you have a chance to drink!"
Looking at the straightforward words, Yi Feng smiled faintly.
This guy is still a face-saving person, not shameless. Although he is a little short of money, he is trustworthy and actually paid for the wine.
I'll give it to you next time...
Mumbling interesting words, Yi Feng weighed the change in his hand, and then slowly put it into his sleeve, and threw the note away, letting it drift away with the spring breeze.
Looking back at the empty courtyard gate, his eyes followed the note through the flourishing peach blossoms, and a hint of expectation emerged in Yi Feng's eyes.
He thought that he would meet the man in black again soon.
Who knew that this separation would be a long time.
Spring goes and autumn comes, winter retreats and spring comes.
In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.
Yi Feng seems to have been completely immersed in a brand new life, as if he had lived his life again. He is the white-clothed sword god in this life. Whether it is body, mind or perception, they have all merged into one.
In just one year, Yi Feng continued to grow and was obsessed with pursuing a stronger swordsmanship. He had almost defeated all the nearby states and had no rivals.
He was already the undisputed number one of the younger generation in Nanli State, and his reputation was at its peak.
Every cultivator must know Yi Feng's name, and even children playing in the market could recite his recent poems of praise.
"The sword's aura can reach 30,000 miles, and the light of a sword can chill 19 states!"
In the face of such a reputation and cultivation, the cultivators of the entire Nanli State were in awe of Yi Feng, and even many high-ranking officials of the sects regarded Yi Feng as an equal.
With the support of the public, Yi Feng was jointly recommended by all the sects to represent Nanli Kingdom in the selection of the Snow Moon Holy Land. As expected, he soon became the Holy Son of the Snow Moon Holy Land.
For a time, Yi Feng's popularity was unmatched, his status and reputation reached the peak, and any cultivation resources were easily available to him. The whole of Nanli Kingdom had made up its mind to mobilize the power of all the sects in the country to help Yi Feng soar to the sky!
It is rare to send charcoal in the snow, but it is common to add icing on the cake.
After Yi Feng was destined to enter the Dragon Gate, many sects tried their best to please him. Although they had the intention of making friends with him, they also spent a lot of resources.
Even the ten major sects joined forces to build a Saint King Palace for Yi Feng, which was piled with resources donated by various sects. They also sent many elite disciples to serve him, so that Yi Feng could stay in seclusion and wait for the day of selection.
Under such hospitality, Yi Feng could no longer stay in the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain.
He already knew the intentions of the various sects, but the huge cultivation resources could not be ignored. Since the other party offered them to him, why should he refuse?
At worst, I can repay the favor in the future. The world is full of human relationships and the exchange of interests is common. This is the norm.
Therefore, Yi Feng moved into the Holy King Palace in front of the eyes of the public. Countless people came to visit him, but they were all blocked outside the palace gate.
In front of the Holy King Palace.
I don't know how many Tian Jiao Renming stopped and stared for a long time, unwilling to leave.
Yi Feng, who was admired by thousands, was sitting alone at the jade table in the garden, staring at the blooming peach blossoms. x33xs.
It's the time of year again.
He couldn't help but think of someone, and the one or two taels of silver that he had been thinking about.
In the face of hypocritical human relationships, that kind of simple friendship seems particularly precious. It has been a long time since he drank as happily as he did that day...
I am afraid that in this life, it will be difficult to have a chance to drink again.
As the saying goes, it is lonely at the top, and the ancients were not deceiving me.
Just as Yi Feng was secretly sighing, someone behind him reported.
"Report to the Holy King."
"There is a man in black, asking for an audience in front of the palace gate. He rudely asked for a glass of wine and said that he was an old friend of yours. That man looks just ordinary, but he dared to be so rude and arrogant. It is better to let the subordinates teach him a lesson..."
The subordinates became more and more angry as they spoke, and seemed to be furious.
Hearing the voice, Yi Feng smiled and raised his eyes.
"No problem, bring him in.
" You provided the great god Feng Lingbei. You are already level 1000. The highest level outside is 30.