Chapter 38: The Wind and Clouds of the Xiangfu

Spiritual Shadow Platform. The night sank.

The charming room was pushed open, and the whole room trembled. It could be seen that the anger of the people came.

Jin Yilai has always had a light face. At this moment, he is obviously full of anger. His eyes are like a fire snake spitting out his tongue, and his fists are clenched, as if he is about to kill, which is very terrible.

"Oh, Jin Daxia, why did you break into the little woman's room so rudely?" Meiling's tongue is soft. She is lying ** at this moment, in a seductive posture and has no complaint about Jin Yilai's sudden intrusion.

"You killed it in case you returned?" Although Jin Yilai's tone was plain, there was a faint strong anger, as if only the charm answered "yes" and he would kill her immediately, which was absolutely unbearable.

Meiling turned over and got out of bed, pouted, and his eyes were full of coquettishness, and said, "If I don't kill him, do you think you still have the fate to come to see me now?"

Jin Yilai was shocked. Although his face was calm, he couldn't help but feel frightened and said, "Is that man back?"

The charm also restrained the charming color on her face and said lightly, "I'm back. You are no longer Li Linfu's only arm, but a dispensable chess piece.

"Is he following me?" Jin Yilai's voice changed slightly, and Mei Ling took a deep look at him and nodded.

"Li Linfu was furious when he knew that you didn't kill him. Fortunately, I rushed back in time and told him that I would discuss it with you in advance. You take action first, and I will kill him later. He has only slightly reduced his color, but now he has a complete distrust of you.

Jin Yilai moved his eyes elsewhere and fell into thought. Outside the open window is a deep night sky, but there seem to be layers of dark clouds surging from the distance, covering the sky and the moon.

"Why won't he let go of a life? His elderly mother is still waiting for him to come home. Jin Yilai looked at the sky and said to himself, as if he was questioning the spirit.

The spirit did not answer him, and her eyes had never left him, as if something deeply attracted her, which made her reluctant to move her eyes.

"Do you think you have changed after you brought those two kids back?" Meiling smiled and said with a smile. Jin Yilai glanced at her and was surprised to see that there was a trace of hazy infatuation in her deep and charming eyes.

consciously, Jin Yi came to avoid her strange eyes and was silent.

The person who everyone is afraid of finally comes back?

The cold wind is more presumptuous. It seems that it won't be long before there will be ice and snow outside.

In the abyss, there is no bottom.

Chen Rufeng turned into a bird with broken wings and fell down weakly. He shouted in panic, but his voice could not penetrate the empty hole above. He wanted to run the true qi, but found that there was no remaining true qi in his body.

Soon, his body stopped falling, and he fell into a soft darkness. On his head, there was only a bright spot comparable to the stars, which was the hole in the abyss.

The sound of footsteps came, and Chen Rufeng was naturally excited to hear footsteps in this desperate situation, and there was more than one person.

In the darkness, several faces gradually appeared. When Chen Rufeng saw it clearly, the joy on his face quickly turned into fear.

The seven people in the ghost mansion led by Meng Qianxiao, as well as Wen Zicheng, Lin Chengjun and the core figures of the three-day feather gang, became surrounded and walked towards him. Everyone has a ferocious smile on his face. Meng Qianxiao pulled out the ghost knife, and the blade silver light brushed Chen Rufeng's face, which suddenly scared him to death.

Like in a group of hungry wild wolves, Chen Rufeng was at a loss in the face of the shrinking circle.

Meng Qianxiao laughed and snorted coldly. The ghost knife fell ruthlessly. Chen Rufeng only saw the white light flashing in front of him and his eyes dark, and he lost consciousness.

When Chen Rufeng opened his eyes again, a chill enveloped his whole body. He was in a warm quilt, but the two windows were blown open by the cold wind, and the cold wind rushed into the window, making the room almost no different from the outside. Jiang Shengtian doesn't know where he is.

It's just a nightmare. Chen Rufeng looked around nervously. The room was still elegant and noble, and there was no ferocious face in his sleep.

Chen Rufeng trembled, wrapped in a thick quilt, hurried to the window, stretched out a hand, and closed the window, but his hand seemed to have been licked by a thousand-year-old ice beast, which was comparable to the snow frost.

"I'm afraid it's not far from snow in such cold weather." Chen Rufeng muttered in a trembling voice. In this way, he was cold and his sleepiness was completely eliminated. He simply put on his coat, meditated**, adjusted his true qi, and practiced by himself. This practice is more beneficial in winter. After a while, the thick heating runs through the meridians of the whole body, which is extremely comfortable.

During this period, Chen Rufeng will meditate and absorb the qi of heaven and earth when he is free. While expanding his qi, he also tempers the true qi in his body and makes it more pure.

And in terms of the control of true qi, it is becoming more and more profied. However, if true qi is applied to martial arts, it always feels that something is missing, resulting in weakness, just like a tank full of water, but only part of it can be poured out, and a large part is still left in the tank.

That strange demon spirit has not been attacked for a long time. Probably temporarily out of danger, without any threat, and recently, I have been calm and haven't encountered anything particularly angry. Coupled with the arrival of winter, even the evil spirit of the demon family has fallen into hibernation, right? Chen Rufeng thought so ridiculously.

As for the etheric work, Chen Rufeng has been meditating. What is the meaning of the "fantasy" in the third level of realm? What kind of mystery is hidden between the four words?

Perhaps, only when he sees the court can he make another breakthrough.

Now, Chen Rufeng's in-house practice is in a dilemma after competing with Ding Yu. Although he has found a way to practice life and death, he wanders between life and death. After all, it is not fun. This dangerous cultivation method can still be avoided.

Suddenly, he was very eager to see Chaogu. In addition to his guidance, he also wanted to see his long-lost face. Although the days when the two teachers and apprentices got along with each other did not last long, the sincere feelings of teachers and apprentices were still real.

After learning the news from Guan Xingyi that he was safe and sound that day, he breathed a sigh of relief. From that moment on, he knew that he was really the master of his life.

Perhaps, without the court, he has fallen into the hands of the ghost house, and even died somewhere, which is unknown.

In the dark, there is always a fateful encounter that leads us to different paths and completely changes our lives. Stars are full of stars, and their fates are safe. Some people can live a bright life, while others can only end in dimly.

Chaoku is the one who makes my life brilliant, right? Chen Rufeng didn't know why his thoughts suddenly drifted so far. Since the liberation of Ding Yu that night, he felt that he had matured a little, and the depth of his mind had made rapid progress. The boundless sky and the hidden secrets seemed to be peeping for himself one by one. The great enlightenment of life is like springing up, growing wildly in the head.

Probably if you experience more, you will think more, right?

Chen Rufeng suddenly slapped himself to return his thoughts to normal and concentrate on practice. His eyebrows moved, he withdrew his thoughts, and the green gas began to resurgate on the air held by his palms.

The east wing of the prime minister's mansion.

"Five young master, what can I do for you to call the little one?" Tian Yishan bent his body and his eyes were full of respect, while Li Shi'ao, who was sitting in the chair, looked angry, seemed to be sullen, and his eyes showed bursts of hatred, as if his enemy was showing off his power in front of him, but he could only helpless.

Li Shiao's resentful eyes stared at Tian Yishan, but Tian Yishan did not change at all, and his face was still full of respect.

"Two ignorant little boy broke into the east room that day. What did you do?" Li Shiao scolded him harshly. Tian Yishan became more and more respectful and bowed his head and said, "It's true that the villain is not well supervised. Those two are the guests of the Prime Minister Xinna. Maybe they are not familiar with the rules of the house, so they broke in by mistake..."

"FUCK!" Li Shi'ao slapped the table angrily, but Tian Yishan was not scared at all and still bowed his head to apologize.

"I want to know the details of those two little ones. Please help me find out and see what handles they have." Li Shiao calmed down and leaned back. A young master lost his temper.

Tian Yishan knew that these five young masters and the master had a common character: if someone offends me, I will offend them. Looking at Li Shi'ao grinning, he naturally guessed that the two people had offended the supreme fifth young master. If he didn't give them a little pain, the fifth young master would never be able to breathe.

"Yes." Tian Yishan answered, Li Shi'ao waved his hand, and he knew that the opportunity would retreat.

In the room, only Li Shiao sat alone.

It seemed that he saw the scene of the enemy's suffering. Li Shi'ao smiled proudly at the closed door.

Chen Rufeng suddenly opened his eyes. The green air that had been lingering in all parts of his body also dissipated, and disappeared in the air in the blink of an eye.

A warm current still flowed through his body, and he happily put on a coat and ran out of the door, as if all the cold air was rejected by him.

The feeling of cold outside and warmth inside is very strange. Chen Rufeng only feels that the skin is being pressed by ice, while the boiling blood under the skin is like a flowing flame.

However, the warm current showed signs of gradually fading. Chen Rufeng simply stepped on the cold wind, performed epony, and took off like an eagle spreading its wings.