Chapter 1539 The most delicious thing in memory

Yi Feng stepped forward, patted Cang Sheng on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "You are waiting for it."

In an instant, Cang Sheng's face turned red to his ears.

He only felt a burning sensation on his face.

"Brother Yi Feng, don't talk nonsense."

After recovering from his shock, Cang Sheng asked, "Where are you going next, Brother Yi Feng?"

"I want to stay in Huacheng for a while, but I'm unfamiliar with the place. Do you have an empty room there? Can I stay there for a while?"

Cang Sheng said in surprise, "Okay, there's an empty room in my house. Welcome, Brother Yi Feng. You can stay as long as you want."

"But you have to wait for me. I'll move these goods into the house and then take you to my house!"

"No hurry, I'm free. You go ahead and do your thing. I'll wait for you here."

"Okay."

Cang Sheng was very happy. He had a good impression of Yi Feng.

After all, he had never met anyone other than the Third Miss who could listen to his boasting attentively without looking down on him.

Moreover, elder brother Yi Feng encouraged him along the way and helped him rebuild his confidence.

Cangsheng's mansion was left by his parents. Since his parents passed away one after another, his parents' chamber has been empty.

Although it is empty, Cangsheng still cleans the room frequently, just as a thought.

So, when Yi Feng said it, he immediately agreed.

When the sun set, Cangsheng finally finished the work at hand. He walked towards Yi Feng with brisk steps.

When he approached, he was surprised to find that Yi Feng was holding a lot of vegetables and meat in his hands.

"Brother Yi Feng, what is this?"

"I'm a pretty good cook. I'll cook some food for you. I can't stay at your house for free."

Cang Sheng smiled and said, "Brother Yi Feng, you're a guest. How can I ask you to buy food and cook for me? I..."

Yi Feng interrupted Cang Sheng directly.

"Let's go. We'll talk about it when we get back."

West City.

A small house.

There is a small courtyard, a small kitchen and two private rooms in the house.

There is a stone table next to the rockery in the courtyard. There

are also many flowers and plants planted in the courtyard. The whole courtyard is clean, tidy and well organized.

Cang Sheng put the vegetables and meat bought by Yi Feng in the kitchen, and then took Yi Feng to his parents' private room.

The furnishings in the private room are very simple, with a tea table, a dressing table and a bed.

Although it was simple, the room was clean and warm, giving a homely feeling.

"Brother Yi Feng, I am the only one in my family. This room originally belonged to my parents. You can live in this room as long as you want."

Yi Feng smiled and touched Cang Sheng's head, "Thank you, kid. Go and have a rest. I'll cook."

"Brother Yi Feng, I'll help you. My cooking skills are not bad!"

"No, you go and take care of your wound and wait for dinner."

"This..."

"Go ahead, it's okay."

Cang Sheng hummed and went back to his room.

Yi Feng made a fire, picked vegetables, and chopped meat, as if he had returned to the peaceful life of firewood, rice, oil and salt in the past.

Thinking of all the past events, he couldn't help feeling sad.

After a sigh, he began to show off his cooking skills.

Hearing the sounds coming from the kitchen, Cang Sheng felt extremely peaceful.

The last time he was waiting for dinner in the room was when his mother was still alive...

Recalling this peace, Cang Sheng fell asleep without realizing it.

After a while, Yi Feng's voice came from the yard.

"Boy, come out for dinner!"

"I'm coming."

Cang Sheng smiled and trotted to the stone table.

Although cultivators can fast, the delicious food on this table still made Cang Sheng's appetite grow.

"I'm starting to eat!"

Cang Sheng added rice to his brother Yi Feng and started to eat it in big mouthfuls.

Cang Sheng was surprised, shouting about the rice and dishes, and said incoherently: "It's delicious, Brother Yi Feng, your cooking skills are better than my mother's. No, your cooking skills are better than the best Zuixianju in Huacheng!"

"Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry." Yi Feng smiled and accompanied Cang Sheng to eat.

"After my father died, my mother also passed away due to an accident. Since then, I haven't had a good meal, especially such a delicious one. Zuixianju was the one my father took me to before. It was the most delicious in my memory!"

The speaker didn't mean it, but the listener took it seriously.

Yi Feng's heart seemed to be grabbed, and he felt sour and sad.

"Since you like to eat, I will cook for you every day during this period."

Cang Sheng's eyes showed joy.

"Really, Brother Yi Feng? If it's too much trouble, don't do it. I can practice fasting."

"It's not a big deal. You're still a little weak. It's not good for your cultivation to practice fasting all the time."

"Yeah, then thank you, Brother Yi Feng."

The moon was in the sky, casting its light.

Yi Feng sighed in his heart, people today can't see the moon of the past, but this moon once shone on the ancients.

Yi Feng kept reminding Cang Sheng to eat slowly.

But Cang Sheng ate more and more happily, until he ate all the rice and dishes, burped, and seemed to be still not satisfied.

"You have a good appetite. I'll buy more dishes tomorrow."

"It's really delicious, Brother Yi Feng."

Cang Sheng scratched his head embarrassedly. .

. . . . .

At night, Yi Feng lay on the wooden bed, resting his head on his arm, smiling faintly, and fell asleep peacefully

.

A burst of rooster crows tore through the long night.

Chaoyang climbed up lazily and popped his head out lazily.

Cangsheng turned over and sat up.

Every day when the rooster crowed, he would get up to practice swordplay. This was a cultivator's self-cultivation.

Creak.

Cangsheng pushed open the door with a long sword in his hand, but saw a man in white already sitting on the stone bench.

"Brother Yi Feng, you got up too early, or did you not sleep at all?"

Cangsheng knew that high-level cultivators did not need to sleep.

Yi Feng smiled and said, "After a short nap, are you ready to practice swordplay?"

"Yes."

"Then show me a few moves."

"Okay!"

Cangsheng was still very confident in his swordsmanship, which was what his father taught him.

The characteristics of swordsmanship are lightness, agility, and elegance.

Cang Sheng was seen swinging his sword like a flying phoenix, with a light posture.

He practiced all kinds of striking methods, such as pulling, tapping, lifting, stabbing, chopping, flicking, and wiping.

Then, Cang Sheng flew up and performed various moves in the air.

Clang clang clang, the long sword made a series of buzzing sounds and breaking wind sounds under his swing. After

practicing a set of sword moves, Cang Sheng asked with a little pride: "Brother Yi Feng, my swordsmanship is not bad!"

Yi Feng nodded slightly and said: "The foundation is very solid, but the fluency is lacking."

Cang Sheng immediately became interested when he heard it.

"Brother Yi Feng, do you also know swordsmanship?"

"Yes, a little. When you swing the sword, you can't hold the hilt too tightly, which will affect the dexterity of the sword."

"When you stab, you need to calm down, use your feet to generate power, and transfer the power to the tip of the sword through the joints. Try it again."

Cang Sheng first thought for a moment and carefully understood Yi Feng's words.

After that, he seemed to have an epiphany, and according to Yi Feng's instructions, he really improved a lot.