The young man's cultivation base is growing, and he can't even control it.
In the course of cultivating, the thing he thought about the most and the thing he did the most was how to absorb more energy from the outside world.
Energy is never enough.
But now, the problem he worries about is that he has too much energy, how can he resist the energy and let his body explode.
These are two completely different things!
This practice lasted for three days and three nights. It was not until the villagers found him that he found an exhausted young man lying on the ground and fainted on the mountain.
wind.
blow.
It's cold.
Just like the name of a teenager.
Cold wind.
The first thing he did after waking up was to touch his head, then touch his stomach, and look at other people.
He has always been like this, rarely speaks, his eyes and body movements are used to communicate with others.
Especially the facial expressions rarely change, they are always so indifferent, like wearing a mask, which can never be peeled off.
A long time ago, many people would treat him as a fool or a monster, but after contact, everyone found that he is not only very smart, but more importantly... He has a good heart and is good to everyone.
The most important thing is that his aptitude is too good.
In this small village, I don’t know how many years there has been no child selected by the master. As long as one is selected, the village will receive a lot of subsidies, enough to allow everyone to live a relatively stable life.
And that kind of life now only exists in the memories and sorrows of those lingering elders.
Now, the cold wind brings hope to everyone.
Sometimes his mother would brag to others that her child would not cry when she was born, she just opened her eyes and looked at the world curiously, that's all.
Her child is unique and outstanding. She has no reason to be unhappy, but sometimes, she can hope that Leng Feng can say more.
In this short ten-year life, he said the most things he said to Xiao Hua, so everyone also acquiesced to this relationship between the two. Xiao Hua is fourteen years old and has reached the age to be married. In the village The guys also have a good impression of her, but none of them came to propose marriage, because everyone knows that Xiaohua and Lengfeng are a pair, even if Lengfeng is selected one day, and then... he died in a certain place. On the unknown battlefield, Xiao Hua had to guard him, as the only trace he left in the village, and of course, as a candidate who could keep up with people to ask for funding.
When Lengfeng is selected and his mother ages and dies, Xiaohua can only ask for it. If Xiaohua has a child for Lengfeng, then her child can continue to ask for it, but if not... from the village Even if the subsidy is broken.
Everyone knows this well, so sometimes they look forward to something.
Whenever two children ran to some hidden corner, or were alone in the house, they hoped that something would happen, although... the cold wind seemed too small.
I was awake, and after eating, I still felt hungry in my stomach. The feeling of hunger, no matter how dissatisfied, he turned his head and looked at others and found... a scent of fragrance wafted from the person's body. , As long as he eats the people around him, he can be full, even if it is just a small bite...
Taking a deep breath, cold wind, an eleven or twelve-year-old child was taken aback by his own thoughts, but he didn't show anything.
Inhaled, exhaled, and then smiled like an unprecedented one, and said, "I'm full."
Everyone was relieved, and asked him in a rush to ask him what happened, why he ran to that place, and fainted there, whether there was anyone against him.
Leng Feng did not speak again, and slowly shook his head, sending everyone out of the house with a slightly squeezed smile.
Mother was helpless, sighed, and went out to work.
Leng Feng looked at his mother's back. He really knew that as long as he was selected, his mother would not have to work so hard in this life, and would be protected and respected by the whole village.
In exchange for leaving yourself, I don't know if my mother will be willing, but... From his point of view, this is something that must be done.
The people in the village treat themselves very well. Cold wind knows the reason, but it is still good. Although it is not pure, it is still good.
Since it is good, I must repay it.
In a way, it was more like a deal, but he was so happy.
Alone in the room, he got out of bed, stood on the ground, took a deep breath, punched and kicked.
Originally it was just moving the body, but the punch actually hit a burst of energy, directly hitting the opposite wall, rumbling, and a big hole appeared directly in the wall!
Leng Feng blinked and couldn't help thinking, this mother came back, afraid that she would blame herself, even if she didn't blame her, she would easily be blown by the wind at night when she sleeps.
The sound here provokes many neighbors, who ran over to watch with their mouths wide open, not knowing why this happened.
Only the village chief’s eyes became brighter, and he ran over to ask Leng Feng: "You typed this out?"
Leng Feng looked at his fist, then nodded.
The village chief was even more excited, his gray hair fluttered upwards, and nodded heavily: "Okay, okay! There is hope, it's settled!"
He shouted loudly, and everyone finally understood what he was talking about, and everyone was excited, but the wall that had been destroyed was no one to take care of.
But Leng Feng finds it strange that he is simple... If he wants to move his body, even if he really wants to try his own strength, he will go to the back mountain and find a stone that is not infested by small animals to hit a dozen. , And would never go to his own house.
For the next few days, Cold Wind dared not try at all.
Because of this punch, he also felt hunger, more and more hungry.
Hungry panic, hungry he wants to be crazy.
So he found Xiao Hua, blinked, and then in the other's stunned eyes, he took the opponent's hand and placed it on his lips... and kissed gently.
Xiao Hua's hands are a bit rough, unlike a fourteen-year-old girl. It is caused by years of hard work. It is like a mother's hand, always with hard calluses, and sometimes it hurts to cut.
He doesn't like it or hates it.
"From now on, I won't let you work again."
Xiao Hua froze for a moment, with tears in her eyes, but pursed her mouth and said: "What are you eating without work? The people in the village are working hard..."
"I raise you."
With three simple words, the interrupted Xiaohua's words were choked because they couldn't say anything else.
She glared a pair of Shui Lingling's eyes, and then... suddenly put the cold wind in her arms.
For this warm, a little tight embrace.
He doesn't like it or hates it.
Xiao Hua had the courage, blushing, remembering what her mother had told her, certain... things she should do.
He took Leng Feng's hand and pulled him into the room.
Leng Feng seemed to know what was going to happen next, as if he didn't know, but did not resist, letting Xiaohua's trembling hands close the door, close the window, make the bed, strip him naked, and press him on the bed.
The cold wind can feel her heartbeat, just from the fingertips, fast and heavy.
The hot body is hotter than the scorching sun outside, and it makes people comfortable.
Taking a breath, Leng Feng silently closed his eyes, and in turn his hands tightly hugged the little flower.
…
Five days later, the Master came.
Standing at the entrance of the village, squinting at the cold wind, without a trace of hope.
"Extend your hand, and finish early and finish early. I have to rush to other villages."
Leng Feng first looked at his hand seriously and turned his head to look at the people in the village. There were also nervous, eager, or troubled eyes, only Xiao Hua's eyes, but they were extremely calm.
The cold wind froze for a moment, and suddenly understood.
It doesn't matter if it is one, it does not matter if it is one.
Mother and Xiaohua, no matter whether they were chosen by the master or not, they would accept and rejoice. They were even wondering which one is better, so they left it to fate and handed them over to the emperor who had transformed into gods.
In this regard, cold wind is not annoying at all, just like it.