Chapter 22 This knife destroyed everything

"Sure enough, it's a beautiful work of art."

After looking at it, Yi Feng didn't find that this thing had any real effect.

"But..."

Yi Feng looked down at the fallen leaves on the ground. It turned out that summer had passed without him noticing, and it was already autumn.

The autumn in this world is not the same as the autumn in the previous life. The autumn here is already very cold, and it is even worse in winter, with snow everywhere.

For cultivators, this kind of weather has no effect on them.

But for a mortal like him, it is enough to freeze him into a dog.

And this bead...

"When the temperature drops in a few days, you can use it as a stove for me. It's clean and convenient."

"The most important thing is that it saves money on charcoal."

Yi Feng was impressed by his own intelligence. He stretched his waist, got up and walked to the front hall. He found Zhong Qing sitting on the doorstep in a daze.

Yi Feng raised his head slightly and found that Zhong Qing's attention was actually on the cultivators who passed by from time to time in the distance.

"It seems that this child still has a heart for cultivation!"

Yi Feng sighed slightly.

Hearing the voice, Zhong Qing hurriedly stood up and shouted respectfully: "Hello, Master."

Yi Feng waved his hand.

He approached Zhong Qing with his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and sighed: "I know you have something in your heart."

Zhong Qing was slightly surprised.

Yi Feng smiled and just asked him to sit on the stool.

Although the leaves fall in autumn, it is also the season of abundant fruits. The street in front of the door is still bustling. The master and the disciple sat in front of the martial arts hall in silence, speechless.

"Maybe you don't want to tell me..." Finally, a voice came out of Yi Feng's mouth. Zhong

Qing turned his eyes away.

"But no matter what, your master will not stop you. The hall of Qingshanmen absorbs fresh blood every ten days. If you want, try your luck every ten days!" Yi Feng said.

Zhong Qing clenched his teeth and remained silent.

Yi Feng did not say anything. He stood up after seeing the endless stream of people on the street become less crowded.

"It's time to cook,"

he said.

"Master,"

Zhong Qing suddenly called him.

Yi Feng slowly tilted his head and looked at the little boy whose face was dry and greasy in the autumn wind.

"I have a grudge."

"I have a blood feud!"

Zhong Qing's eyes were red, tears welled up in his eyes, and he spoke to Yi Feng through gritted teeth, as if speaking out would bring up his bad memories, so speaking out would show a lot of courage.

Yi Feng was silent.

"My enemy is very strong, so strong that I can't breathe." Zhong Qing tightly grasped the knife that Yi Feng gave him, and said tremblingly: "There are elders and clan leaders of Qingshan Sect, and even ancestors are so strong!"

Yi Feng's palms also tightened subconsciously.

"I can only embark on the path of cultivation, maybe there is a glimmer of hope..."

Zhong Qing looked at him with red eyes and said.

After a long silence, Yi Feng nodded.

Turned around. His eyes

were also red.

He felt a little sad, hateful, and even more angry!

Sad that the world is difficult, Zhong Qing has to endure so much at such a young age; hate that he is powerless, he is just an ordinary person; even more angry that the way of heaven is unfair, Zhong Qing himself has no qualifications for cultivation.

Cultivation sect.

After all, it's too far away!

The elders and clan leaders of Qingshan Sect are already at a level that mortals cannot reach. As for the ancestor of Qingshan Sect, mortals have only heard of him and have never seen him...

The next day.

Qingshan Hall of Qingshan Sect.

The ancestor of Qingshan sat at the top, his face excited but a little embarrassed.

After borrowing the sword yesterday, he practiced hard for a day. This peerless divine sword did not disappoint him, and directly raised his combat power to a higher level.

However, because the martial arts in it were too profound and could not be used flexibly, he accidentally chopped off the palace of the third elder during the hard practice, and almost killed the third elder's most beloved disciple Yu Wujie.

"Ahem, this is my first time holding a precious sword, don't mind it too much."

After a long while, the Qingshan Patriarch looked at the sullen master and disciple and said softly to comfort them.

"It is an honor for our sect that the Patriarch can get the precious sword. It is just a small accident, not worth mentioning." But even so, the third elder was very worried.

His palace, not to mention the construction, he also plundered countless money by taking advantage of the elders.

This kitchen knife destroyed everything.

It was really heartbreaking!

Yu Wujie was not much better. His originally clean face was even more pale now, like a living dead, dying.

What's even more shameful is that when he was pulled out of the ruins, his pants were shattered by the strong sword energy.

He has now become a laughing stock in Qingshanmen. Wherever he goes, people talk about how...

. You provided the great god Feng Lingbei. You are already level 1000. The highest level outside is 30.