When Chen He came back to his senses, those loose cultivators were already lying at his feet and moaning.
These guys who were only at the foundation-building stage, Chen He knocked them down with a few punches, passers-by hurriedly dodged, and watched the fun from a distance, treating it as a fight between rascals and rogues.
"You, who are you?" A loose cultivator asked angrily while covering his bruised face.
The companion beside him suddenly covered his mouth, and Nuonuo said, "I don't know where to offend the seniors, please be merciful."
After saying that, drag the person to get up and run.
Chen He's anger was still in his heart, but the reason he returned to the cage made him understand that even if he beat these guys all over the place, it would be unreasonable to express his anger.
What can loose cultivators understand
Talking about this Sect Leader and that Venerable all day long is all hearsay, which is far from the truth.
- It's nothing more than the fact that the world of comprehension spreads it like this, and they just believe it.
Chen He slowly clenched his fists, the mood of submerged cultivation for many years could not contain the anger that surged up: Yes, it is because it is spread like this that the loose cultivator will believe it, it is spread like this...
Obviously, everyone in the world thought that Shi Feng killed the master.
The mortals who were watching found that there was no fun to watch, so they dispersed again. The voices of their curious discussions and the figures that came and went seemed to become blurred.
Chen He was in a trance, he only felt that he was standing in the thick gray fog, the shadows in the world, so far away from him, he couldn't see clearly.
A hand touched his cheek.
Cold, but steady without the slightest tremor.
Wipe away the water droplets that overflowed from Chen He's eyes at some point, and grabbed Chen He's shoulders, his usual breath was familiar, firm and powerful, as if supporting the whole world.
"Just gossip, don't take it seriously." Shi Feng said flatly.
"Well." Chen He's voice was muffled, he lowered his head and clenched his hand.
"How old are you, junior and senior, you still look like this." Shi Feng tried his best to keep his voice soft, comforting Chen He indifferently.
Chen He did not refute him as usual.
He didn't immediately return to the solemn and serious expression that showed that he could be on his own, and he still stood in a daze.
Shi Feng's heart tightened.
Of course, he was not as light as he appeared on the surface, just like three calamities and nine fates, he didn't tell Chen He for a long time, and Shi Feng didn't want to mention those heavy pasts at all.
The Beixuan School used to be brilliant, and even though it is declining now, it still retains its incredible skills.
Chen He was the junior brother he had raised with great care. He just wanted to leave those good things to Chen He. Behind the fading glory, Shi Feng did not want Chen He to be involved in the endless disasters.
That was Chen He, not a stranger with acceptable qualifications.
For example, Shi Feng sacrificed his life to inherit, as in the phantom of the heart demon, in the final analysis, he was just unwilling, full of resentment at the fate of heaven. Even if he had some pity for that "Chen He", he was a stranger after all. Shi Feng only left behind the inheritance, and "Chen He" received all the blessings and misfortunes of the Beixuan faction.
It was Chen He who was unattended, guided, and even depended on.
Shi Feng saw the phantom's state of mind being shaken, and that was precisely why—perhaps with a single thought, Chen He didn't fall off the Sky Cliff, it wasn't because he sent Chen He back, or he sent the child back without paying attention when catching up with the Chen family's motorcade!
Just a little bit, he and Chen He were completely strangers, and then they met in the Chifeng Desert...
What kind of terrifying blood and blood rain can be caused by the Beixuan secret treasure, Shi Feng knew better than anyone, what he would encounter when he was alone, he simply didn't want to think about it.
Shi Feng silently looked at Chen He who was in a daze.
The world is as cruel as a knife, even if he doesn't say anything, the younger brother can always hear it. It's really not the best policy to keep silent.
Holding Chen He's hand, he moved slightly and led his junior brother out.
Chen He didn't hesitate, and followed up obediently.
There was no struggle, no trembling and no doubt, Shi Feng felt a little relieved. He looked back at his junior and brother without a trace, but suddenly found that Chen He had really grown up. It was difficult for him to see from those quiet eyes. What the hell is the younger brother thinking
The sky was cloudy, and the north wind was piercing.
They walked along a street for a long time until they got close to the city.
Yuzhou City was recently ordered to be under martial law by the yamen, allowing people to enter and not to leave, so as to prevent the panicked people from escaping the city. It was also to block the rumors that the earthquake was very serious.
Loose cultivators who wanted to leave the city all walked along the city wall, and turned over to find a place with few people.
They went all the way to a deserted place without slowing down.
There was no sound, except for the rustling of dry branches.
"I…"
Chen He opened his mouth and closed it again.
He has always admired his master Nan Hongzi, whom he had never met.
Chang Sheng, the general Changsheng described in the old sayings of Changmei, who made Xirong Beidi terrified, was imprisoned in the sky prison by the fainted king for 30 years. Because of the pierced pipa bone, he was unable to use force, and it was difficult to sleep and sleep. Even under this predicament, one can still comprehend with the heart and enter the Tao with martial arts. By the time someone else came to release him, the golden elixir was complete, and he shattered the chains and walked away.
In Chen He Mirage's memory, very few people mentioned Nan Hongzi, but everyone sighed in admiration. No one ever said anything about Nan Hongzi.
Even Shi Feng was no exception.
This master who died early had a profound cultivation base and excellent understanding. He had a rather stubborn temperament in the world. After comprehending the world, he stepped into the path of self-cultivation, and he felt a little more casual and unrestrained.
Those who can say "the most important person in the world to you is your choice, not a drag" must be a strong and gentle monk, not a cold-hearted person.
How such Nan Hongzi died has always been a mystery in Chen He's mind.
However, he learned today that the rumors in the cultivation world were—
"Brother, why don't you justify?"
"… "
"I know that's not true, Master won't be killed by you." Chen He looked at the stones lying in the snow, and after stepping on them, they were deeply immersed in the half-melted turbid water, like falling Into this earthly quagmire.
It is impossible to say how deeply Chen He has feelings for Nan Hongzi who has never met.
His loss was only to realize that Shi Feng... Senior brother's past was even heavier than he thought.
This kind of heaviness, as long as Shi Feng lives in this world for one day, will linger, directly pressing on his shoulders, and he can only silently watch the world's people wantonly despise and discuss.
"How can those passers-by know the truth?" Chen He stepped on the stone in vent of his anger.
Facing his younger brother's worried look, Shi Feng slightly curved the corners of his lips.
The smile was very shallow, and faded in an instant.
"No, I killed Shizun."
Chen He was shocked.
Shi Feng tightened Chen He's hand slightly, his face still calm, and repeated: "I killed it with my own hands. It's not wrong for the cultivator to say that I killed the master."
Chen He didn't move, nor did he break free from Shi Feng's increasingly tight palm.
They stopped by a secluded city wall, and Shi Feng had an indescribable arrogance in his body, his pale knuckles, and his dark and deep pupils reflected a deep chill.
This is Shi Feng, whom Chen He is completely unfamiliar with.
In front of him, even if there is anger, senior brother is not so cold and terrifying.
The impact of Nirvana's True Essence on Shi Feng was enormous. When it comes to the past of the collapse of the North Profound Sect, this gloomy atmosphere has reached its climax. This is the blood demon Shi Feng that high-level monks in the cultivation world dare not provoke casually, not the black abyss wading through the water, standing in The man who quietly looked at Chen He under the Tangli tree.
"Brother..."
Chen He hugged Shi Feng abruptly, and hurriedly said, "I won't ask, I don't want to know what's going on, senior brother, don't think about it! It doesn't matter what others say, I won't take it seriously."
Shi Feng's hands were empty, and his chest and abdomen were close to the familiar temperature.
He slowly lowered his head, stroked Chen He's back, and the two leaned against the city wall and hugged together.
After a long time, Shi Feng let out a long sigh.
"No, that's also your master, and the Beixuan faction is your master, you should know."
"But..." Chen He firmly remembered that those were taboos, and he once made his senior brother lose all his thoughts and never thought of the past.
"In the future, when you reach the Nascent Soul Stage and the Soul Transformation Stage, there will be more people telling you the rumors. You don't ask, just hide it in your heart and become a knot in your heart. What should you do if you delay your practice?" Shi Feng looked at Xiang Yuan in a trance. At the place, he brought out some of the junior and junior brothers who were almost buried in the front of his clothes.
Chen He hugged too tightly.
If they weren't cultivators, Shi Feng would have to pull Chen He out nervously, lest the younger brother would be too breathless.
"I will always know the truth." Chen He said vaguely.
The sound was like biting Shi Feng's clothes and muttering, the warm breath sprayed on his chest, and Shi Feng trembled slightly.
"Oh, how do you know?" Shi Feng raised his hand and touched the top of Chen He's hair.
"The old man with long eyebrows must know!" Chen He insisted that he would not let go and bury his head. "And the owner of the valley! I have a way to deal with them!"
"… "
Shi Feng smiled absentmindedly.
- How could he forget, the younger brother has been smart since he was a child.
"Well, they do know, but they don't know enough!" Shi Feng slid his finger to Chen He's ear and fiddled with it. Who knew that the auricle would turn red in an instant.
Shi Feng didn't dare to tease him any more, and withdrew his hand, half joking and half solemnly saying: "Because they are all like you, they are very knowledgeable and knowledgeable and don't ask much. If you don't ask, who am I going to defend?"
"Then say it!" Chen He said dully.
There was a hint of anger in his voice: "If we don't say it today, we will stand here and not leave!"
"…it is good."
Shi Feng raised his eyes, crossed Chen He in front of him, crossed a clump of trees with only dry branches, and focused on the gloomy gray cloud. I don't know if it's a coincidence or a destiny."
"Chen He, exactly three hundred years ago, I was seventeen years old like you..."