In the small attic of Ye Mansion, the night was quiet and the cool breeze was blowing.
Ye Chongtian was wearing unlined clothes and a jug of sake, leaning against the railing of the attic alone.
He stared blankly into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking. The moonlight poured down and shone on his back, giving him a feeling of vicissitudes and desolation.
"Master, can't you sleep?"
Tang Feng walked over with a smile on her face, brought a gown and put it on Ye Chongtian's body: "You, as you get older, you should pay attention to your body and don't catch cold."
"It's okay, it's not too cold today." Ye Chongtian stared blankly, seeing that he was really stubborn, so he had to take the gown first, and sighed slightly: "If you say you can't sleep, aren't you the same?"
A bright light flashed in front of Tang Feng's eyes, he smiled wryly, and nodded.
"Hey... I was so excited that I couldn't sleep. What happened to Zifeng today touched me a lot. Not only did he and Xueyi both break through, but they also got the chance to exchange students from the Taoist sect recommended by the head of the school. Give our Ye parents enough face!"
Ever since she had a deep understanding of Ye Zifeng's strength, she no longer underestimated him, and addressed him politely.
She paused for a moment: "To be honest, because of his existence, our Ye family has embarked on the road of revival. For this, I admire him. But let's just talk about it just now. Did you see that, Xue Yi seems to have feelings for him that go beyond brother and sister."
Ye Chongtian sighed deeply. Could it be that what Tang Feng said was not what he thought in his heart
"Yeah, I didn't want to mention this at first, but if we don't stop it, I'm afraid it will lead to a catastrophe in the future!"
"Then, master, what do you want to do?" Tang Feng's eyes flashed brightly: "Should I think about it and marry Xueyi?"
"Marry?" Ye Chongtian pondered deeply for a moment, then shook his head suddenly: "No, this girl is very stubborn, if you force her to marry, she won't agree even if she dies."
"Then, do you have a better way now?"
He continued in a deep voice: "Forget it, let's continue to maintain the status quo. If it really doesn't work, then I have no choice but to send her to my family."
Hearing the word "my family", Tang Feng's heart trembled, knowing that Ye Chongtian wanted to get serious this time, he said after a long while: "Well, this is also a way to make her remember for a long time. Lesson learned."
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Ye Xueyi and her brother returned to the vicinity of the residence, talking and laughing, just as they were about to say goodbye.
Ye Zifeng suddenly remembered something, and there was a trace of solemnity in his eyes: "Wait, Xueyi, there is something very important, and I want to confirm with you."
"But, it's so late, and you and I are both tired..."
Ye Zifeng stared at her appearance: "Xueyi, I'm serious..."
"Okay, tell me. What is it that is so important?" Ye Xueyi looked at him sleepily.
Ye Zifeng nodded, and said seriously: "That's right, wait a minute, I'll go to your room, I want to see the situation on your back with my own eyes!"
"What?!" Ye Xueyi's sleepy face was completely driven away by her brother's words, and her face blushed.
"Brother Zifeng, I didn't know you still had such a habit! You actually have such thoughts about your own sister!"
Ye Zifeng looked at her lightly and said, "Where did your misunderstanding go? Do you still remember that before you broke through to the warrior realm, because of the small sword imprint on your back, you failed to break through once... Hey, Xueyi, you Don't rush away! Xueyi!"
Before Ye Zifeng could say anything, the other party had already walked away quickly, so she was not willing to listen to his follow-up explanation, her pretty face seemed to be slightly ashamed.
He frowned, and sighed a little: "Oh...forget it, the future will be long, and the matter of the sword seal will be left for later."
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Go back to your room and light the candles.
Ye Zifeng took out the martial arts cultivation method from the space ring.
A lot of time has passed since the last time, he has been using the power of Wuhun all the time, but he rarely finds that ghost, and has a few more words with it.
"After taking so many pills, haven't you recovered your vitality? If you don't come out again, then this time, I will force you to come out." Ye Zifeng smiled lightly, and began to flip through the first page of the exercises.
This 10,000-point martial arts skill, no matter how bad it is, can still limit that ghost to a certain extent.
As a Martial Sect in his previous life, his understanding of martial arts is naturally far superior to that of ordinary people. Now that the martial arts skills are in front of him, he can naturally learn them very quickly.
After a while, I saw a white mist rising from Ye Zifeng's head and neck, as if a barrier had been formed naturally.
"Oh? After all, it's an exercise book that can be exchanged for rewards of 10,000 points. It really has some skills when you practice it."
Ye Zifeng smiled faintly, turned another page, and continued to study carefully.
I saw that the white mist on the head and neck was gathering more and more, and the wind began to spread to all the acupuncture points of the body.
As the senior brother said before, this method is called cultivating the martial soul, but it is actually a method to restrict the activities of the martial soul.
Originally, students in the qi refining stage don't have martial souls, so it's useless to learn this technique, but Ye Zifeng doesn't have to worry about this problem.
He had the power of Wuhun very early on!
A deep voice sounded from the bottom of Ye Zifeng's heart: "Little ghost, what are you doing, why all of a sudden, I feel like my strength is being restrained?"
Ye Zifeng smiled slightly: "What do you think? It's been so long, you can't let it out, isn't it too comfortable to absorb the elixir?"
Ghosting's voice was silent for a moment, and then he sneered sneeringly: "Little ghost, I remind you, when you speak, pay more attention to your tone of voice, don't be too arrogant!"
"So you want me to listen to you?"
Ghost Ying chuckled: "Of course, otherwise, what else do you want?"
Ye Zifeng smiled lightly, raised his eyes and flipped through the exercise method for cultivating a martial soul, and followed the above steps step by step.
All of a sudden, in the space where the clouds are steaming in Mengze, a few bolts of lightning suddenly cut through the sky and landed on the ghost. Although the attack was not fatal, it caused him to suffer some minor injuries.
"This... this attack? What's going on, what method did you use to attack me? Stop, stop!"
Ghost Ying originally thought that Ye Zifeng was a puppet at his mercy, but he was parasitic on him, living with the same life, if Ye Zifeng died, he would not be able to live, so he planned to lend him some power .
Who would have expected that Ye Zifeng's methods were beyond his imagination. The gift of spiritual power from the elixir benefited him a lot, and it was only because of this that when Ye Zifeng wanted to borrow the power of the martial soul, it still gave some strength.
So now, after Ye Zifeng had this technique in his hand, he was able to attack him, which surprised him greatly.
"Stop... stop!"
However, Ye Zifeng would not listen to what it said, he pretended not to hear it, followed the steps in the martial soul cultivation method, and continued to follow step by step.
"Hey, kid, did you hear that? I told you to stop! Stop!" Ghosting's voice changed from arrogance at the beginning to calmness, and then gradually became a little panicked.
Ye Zifeng turned over another page of exercises, and a faint smile rose from the corner of his mouth.
Countless thunderbolts continuously poured into the space where the ghost shadow was, like thunders exploding in the void.
"You want me to stop? That's fine. You take me to the place where the clouds are steaming and dreaming, and I'll just say a few words to you face to face."
The ghost paused for a moment, then shook his head again and said in a deep voice: "No, I remember I said that if this happens, my own cultivation will be greatly depleted."
"Then I'm sorry." Ye Zifeng smiled slightly, continued to flip through the exercise method for cultivating a martial soul, and read it.
In his eyes, divine light flashed one by one, and the speed of flipping through the exercise books was extremely fast.
"Stop, stop!" On the other side of the ghost shadow, it was obviously very uncomfortable.
He originally thought that Ye Zifeng, the old sick child, was always a talkative person, but he didn't expect that the other party started to be ruthless, almost forcing him to death!
"Stop what? Can I take it as you have already agreed?" Ye Zifeng raised his head slightly and asked.
"Okay... okay. Forget that I have taken so many pills from you, I owe you." Ghosting sighed deeply, feeling a little depressed.
As soon as he thought about it, he saw that the space around Ye Zifeng gradually became blurred, and the howling wind could be clearly heard from his ears.
"Just wait, it will be fine soon."
Taking advantage of this opening, Ye Zifeng turned to a certain page of the exercises extremely quickly without saying a word, and after carefully checking it, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Then, a ray of his thoughts rose, and the surrounding scenery began to change continuously. A vast starry night world seemed to fall into the sky, with clouds, mist, and mountains. It was the scene he had seen several times before!
The first time is raw, the second time is cooked.
This time, his reaction was much sharper than before, and he turned around abruptly.
A huge ghost hovered in the sky, and because of the shadow, people couldn't see its true appearance clearly.
"Little ghost, are you satisfied with seeing me? Also, what exactly are you going to say to me face to face?"
Ye Zifeng smiled slightly: "I just came here to try it out. I want to see if the skill that cost me 10,000 points is worth it?"
"What did you say?" The ghost faintly seemed to feel that something was wrong...