Chen He put on clothes woven from cloud brocade that had been separated for many years.
A random stroke of wet hair, after the steam evaporated, the roots were clearly spread out, obviously dry.
Across a screen, Chen He's cultivation was not enough, and he couldn't notice what Shi Feng was doing.
Many years ago, he would quietly spy on it, but now he can't do it anymore, and he has a guilty conscience, so he obediently came out after washing and stood with his head down.
The heat caused Chen He's cheeks and neck to flush slightly.
Those who set foot on the path of immortality, as long as they don't practice any strange exercises, have fair complexion and crystal clear texture. This blush is particularly conspicuous, and when it is added to the North Profound Technique, it is a vibrant way of heaven. The deeper the cultivation, the more obvious the breath.
Shi Feng's eyes flickered for a moment, then moved away.
Chen He quietly raised his eyes and found his brother was rubbing the Kui bow, and he was relieved.
"The texture is sturdy, the force is evenly distributed, and the remnant of the Kui's own soul remains in it..." Shi Feng looked at the bow carefully, his voice was calm, and he said without turning his head, "This magic weapon, you refined it. good."
There was just a hint of joy in Chen He's eyes, but he quickly became nervous again.
Sure enough, after Shi Feng put the bow on the table, he turned around and asked, "Tell me what happened."
The demon fox was at work in the Thirteenth Square of Xicheng, the Heluo faction tried to catch the demon, the fragments of the small world suddenly opened, and there was an endless struggle on the mountain wall of Shuihuangu. Of course, the focus is on Ji Changge of Futian Mountain, his life, his death, and the final death of his soul.
The broken silver bow, together with a handful of fine sand, was put into a storage bag by Chen He and brought back.
Futianshan, this is really a dusty ancient name.
Even Shi Feng could not remember whether the Beixuan faction had ever had such an enemy. The classics of the sect suffered a catastrophe three thousand years ago and were almost burned. There are only some anecdotes, and there are not many remaining after word of mouth.
Shi Feng silently looked at the storage bag on the table.
When I think of Chen He's 40 years of being trapped, he spent most of the time with Ji Changge, listening to that person's words, learning that person's archery... A subtle and unbearable feeling is gnawing away. his sanity.
In the end, Shi Feng couldn't tell whether it was because Chen He suffered from this ordeal for too long, which made his heartache, or whether he found that he didn't spend as long as Ji Changge with his junior and junior brothers.
"The soul is destroyed, the magic weapon does not exist, I just hope that this storage bag will not be opened again." When Chen He mentioned other things, he became calm and calm, although there were a few strands of sadness that could not be erased, but his attitude was firm.
Let the deceased who can finally rest in peace, a handful of dust and sand left in the world, sleep forever with the broken bow.
"Brother, put it away for me, okay?" Chen He really wanted to carry it with him, but he considered the strength of Jindan in the later stage. In the world of comprehension, it was only a small pebble, and it could not guarantee the safety of this storage bag at all. .
Shi Feng was stunned there.
Only then did Chen He notice the strangeness in the room.
There were clearly visible finger marks on the shattered cup and the pear wood round table on which the teapot was placed—Chen He certainly wouldn't think that this was all caused by the bitterness and unpleasantness of the tea, and the reason for his anger must be himself.
Chen He glanced around stiffly.
When he was a teenager, maybe he would shrink his neck and pull the sleeves of his senior brother's robe, but now he can't do it.
"Brother."
"Um?"
Seeing the familiar face, Chen He blurted out:
"I'm hungry... Uh, I heard from that demon cultivator that the newcomer from Yuzhou, Li Jun, cultivators often die in places where he used to be an official. It's just that the ordinary world and the world of self-cultivation are not connected, and no one pays attention."
—Almost made excuses from years ago!
When Shi Feng saw Chen He talking freely, the hidden annoyed expression made him want to laugh.
"This time, the demon fox was hiding in the Thirteenth Square of Xicheng, first causing a fatal accident, and then using the demonic energy to attract demon hunters, but I didn't expect to meet so many people from the Heluo faction, and I opened the small world in a panic. Fragments, trying to trap us inside and eat them one by one." Chen He was no longer a teenager, but when he mentioned the eight-tailed fox, he still couldn't stop his disgust.
Or the only good thing that the demon fox did was to open the small world fragment, which indirectly ended the cycle of life and death between the ancient monk and the beast.
Shi Feng restrained himself from wanting to go over to comfort his junior brother.
Because he couldn't tell whether it was comfort, or the delusion that came out of his heart to bewitch him - just like in the ruins of Xicheng, he subconsciously took the embarrassed Chen He in his arms, and when he noticed that Chen He was struggling, The arms tightened even tighter.
That is subconscious.
Nervous about the safety of the younger brother...
In front of the possible news of Beixuan Mibao, he chose to leave with Chen He instead of Liang Qianshan Xu and Wei She...
I heard my younger brother say that I want to fly with me...
I'm inexplicably nervous about my younger brother's mention of a future Taoist companion...
There are too many, these tiny details are deposited in the memory, and once they are discovered, they are so bloody.
Shi Feng didn't know when he had such a delusional idea - it was invisible at first, but it grew wildly in his heart - Chen He weighed, what he liked to eat, and what size of clothes he wore when he was a child. Even though Chen He was very enlightened and very sensible since he was a child, he started to put on his own clothes with short hands and short feet (at most, he needed someone to pull his sleeves), and washed himself in the bath (the floor was full of water), but he was still a child he watched grow up.
Cultivators are detached from the mundane world, regardless of the general standard, but they still have to talk about the teacher's way, and they have to talk about virtue.
His brother named Chen He is actually different from his master
Only people in the devil's way can have a tangled relationship with their apprentices. And the brothers and sisters are both men, but they have feelings for each other. Such a thing has never happened in the world of self-cultivation!
Fate is doomed, love is a sin...
Shi Feng was feeling restless, and suddenly heard someone shouting in a trance.
"Brother?"
Chen He was a little nervous, the fact that the Gorefiend appeared in Yuzhou would soon be spread out, and maybe his whereabouts could not be hidden, which would bring more trouble to his senior brother.
His wrist was clenched suddenly, and Chen He leaned against the table with this force, a little unclear why.
Shi Feng was already awake, he didn't let go, and quietly investigated Chen He Xiuwei.
"The foundation of true essence is very stable... However, why suppress the cultivation base?"
"No." Chen He said a little embarrassedly, "It's a fire in a stone. This time it broke out of the world, and it was very worn out. It swallowed half of my real essence and fell asleep."
"The seal I gave it should have been completely unsealed after you were promoted to the Nascent Soul stage." Shi Feng frowned tightly.
Chen He didn't dare to answer.
- The battlefield is too dangerous, and there is a fire in the stone behind you, it is better to consolidate and improve your own cultivation.
He didn't say the reason, but Shi Feng also guessed it.
He lowered his eyes to get rid of the vague anger, and Shi Feng patted the back of Chen He's hand and released it quickly: "When the fire in the stone wakes up again, it may be about to transform into a baby, I will find a safe and secure place for you to retreat and realize. ."
"Senior brother!" Chen He subconsciously wanted to refuse, but he couldn't find a reason.
This is not right.
Every major realm of cultivators is a threshold, trapped in a bottleneck, but it is only the end of life, and an accident occurs when breaking through, or the foundation is not strong, but it is full of dangers, and it will also affect future cultivation.
There was nothing wrong with Shi Feng asking him to retreat, so why did he refuse
Chen He thought about it, and felt that he had been trapped in the fragments of the small world for about 40 years, and now he couldn't be separated from his senior brother. This kind of dependence was there when he was young, and now it's just an outbreak after years of separation.
At the moment, he didn't care that he would be looked down upon by Shi Feng and did not grow up. Chen He quickly pulled Shi Feng's sleeve and said, "Senior brother, I have been killing for many years in the fragments of the small world.
Shi Feng stared at Chen He quietly, the latter's eyes were full of unease.
Chen He was not telling lies. He had many worries, but he could only tell Shi Feng, "Senior brother, before I was trapped, I saw Chen Junshou, who was leaving the city of Yuzhou, and he was my father."
Shi Feng's eyes narrowed, and he stretched out his hand and gently pulled off his sleeves. From the pear wood table, he pulled out another round stool with a plum pattern wrapped around branches and placed it beside him, motioning Chen He to sit down.
Delusions or something, obviously the latter is more important than those who may hurt the junior brother.
"You want to see him?" Shi Feng's voice contained a chill.
Chen He was immersed in his thoughts, but he didn't realize it. He shook his head: "If Chen Junshou hadn't left, the demon fox that might be related to Li Junshou might not appear in Yuzhou."
There are 600 families in the Thirteen Squares of Xicheng, and very few come back alive.
Aunt Wang next door, the stingy and face-saving scholar next door, who has holes in her shoes and dares not stand up...
"The long-brow Taoist said, the cause and effect of heaven, can't be avoided... If I have cause and effect, when I become an infant, will my brother still want me?"
Shi Feng looked down at Chen He, who was sitting tightly against him, the blank look in his eyes made him tremble again.
"The way of heaven is not fair, but it will not arbitrarily deduce cause and effect. Maybe the demon fox will not come to Yuzhou, but it will go elsewhere. One day it will accidentally kick the iron plate and open the small world fragment. People who die because of it , maybe not these, but it is another group, this is always its crime, and the way of heaven will not mess with it."
Shi Feng touched Chen He's head and comforted him, "You won't fall into a demon, and the Heluo faction doesn't have to bear the cause and effect."
Chen He suddenly raised his head and said firmly, "No, brother, I'm not worried about flying with you. Even if I am a magic cultivator, I will definitely find my brother in the future."
Ji Changge said that in ancient times, magic cultivators could also soar.
Shi Feng's hand paused.
He inexplicably thought of the absurd illusion of the Chifeng Desert.
"whee."
Suddenly there was a strange laugh outside the window.
Chen He picked up his bow and jumped up in place, but Shi Feng held him down.
I saw a three-inch shadow puppet creeping out of the window frame on the side of the corridor of the inn.
"Hey, something big has happened in Yuzhou City, man!"
On the pane opposite the shadow puppet, a silhouette of an arm with a bamboo pole pulling a string suddenly appeared, and then the second shadow puppet stood up slowly with a yawn: "It's early in the morning, disturbing my sleep!"
"Do you know about Xiaojie Fragment?" The shadow puppets would also stroke their beards to sell their tricks, "Tsk! Good things, it depends on luck."
"Oh, it's not!" The shadow puppet put his hand to his mouth and probed, "Tell you, there is a man in the Zheng family in Nishimura who can smash the fragments of the small world with one palm! How brave!"
Chen He:…
Shi Feng: …
"What?" The shadow puppeteer who played with it was shocked, "Is this true?"
The shadow puppeteer who spoke the news spread his hands and shrugged, "I don't know, Mr. Mo was so frightened that he choked, so he decided to go out to see what happened! Oops, Mr. Mo is here, let's run!"
The two shadow puppets slid down from the window paper, and then the door was knocked lightly twice.
Venerable Huanjian asked coldly outside the door, "Fellow Daoist Shi Feng, can we meet?"