Just reborn, my wife and daughter were humiliated

Ye Feng said, "It's a winery behind the commercial street in the downtown area. There is only one winery there, and it's very easy to find."

"Okay!" The old man in black nodded and then sat down.

Ye Feng asked in surprise: "Do you have anything else to do?"

"You are such an interesting person. I came to visit you, but you actually want to drive me away?" The old man in black shook his head and said, "By the way, did you write the words on the plaque on the door?"

Ye Feng nodded and said, "Yes!"

"It can be seen that you have a deep understanding of the way of the sword. I didn't expect that your handwriting is so good." The old man in black said, "I think Ye Yueyan's handwriting is a few points worse than yours."

"But the sword intent on your plaque is still not strong enough."

Ye Feng said calmly: "That was written before."

"You mean your swordsmanship has improved now?" The old man in black asked with bright eyes: "Do you have a brush and paper here?"

Ye Feng felt that this old man in black was completely different from the people from the abyss he had met before. He seemed more like a cynical old boy.

After getting up and returning to the inner room, he took out the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.

The old man in black smiled and said, "Whether in the secular world or in the abyss, there are not many young people who still like these things."

"You don't know that the Abyss originally preserved some of this kind of heritage, but over the years, as the people of the Abyss have come into contact with worldly technology, very few people know how to write with a brush."

"Let me see if your handwriting has improved?"

At this time, the old man in black was talking to Ye Feng like an elder.

Ye Feng was not disgusted by the black-clothed old man's actions. He raised his hand, picked up the inkstone and began to grind ink. After a while, he wrote four big words on the paper:

"Prosperous and prosperous times!"

"Great calligraphy!" Looking at the four big characters on the paper, the old man in black said with admiration, "Let me take a look!"

Then the old man in black stood in front of the table, staring at the four big words on it.

After a long while, the old man in black stood up and said, "Your swordsmanship has indeed improved. These four words are completely not on the same level as the words on the plaque."

"It looks like a prosperous and flourishing world, but there are murderous intentions hidden everywhere."

At this point, the old man in black frowned and said, "Has your murderous aura affected you?"

"Do you know about the murderous aura?" Ye Feng asked with a frown.

The old man in black was still looking at the four words and said, "Ye Yueyan told me that the people of the Ye family can cultivate the killing aura. When I first heard about it, I couldn't believe it."

"The killing aura can only be cultivated on the battlefield. Among the four kinds of true qi, even the emperor's qi can be inherited, but the killing aura cannot. After all, even on the battlefield, there is no guarantee that the killing aura can be cultivated."

"I didn't expect that the people of the Ye family could actually cultivate the killing aura. It seems that there is a reason why the Ye family has been able to pass on its legacy for thousands of years."

"But this murderous aura, as far as I know, if it cannot be controlled, it will affect the mind of the warrior. The murderous intent in your words is so strong, could it be that?"

After saying that, the old man in black raised his head and looked at Ye Feng with a frown.

Ye Feng didn't say anything, but picked up the pen and wrote a few words again.

When the old man in black looked at the words on the table again, a look of surprise appeared on his face. "Not bad, not bad. There is not a single trace of murderous intent in these words. I didn't expect that you have cultivated the murderous aura to such a level at such a young age?"

"Did my father tell you a lot about the Ye family?" Ye Feng asked puzzledly.

The old man in black smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not that talkative."

"These things are only known to me and your father."

"You really won't tell the people in the Abyss?" Ye Feng's tone was filled with doubt.

The old man in black smiled and shook his head and said, "If it weren't for me, your father wouldn't have told the people in the Abyss. He told me because he trusted me. If I told this information to the Abyss, then what kind of friends would your father and I be?"

"I know you can't understand, but sometimes, it's not easy to meet a confidant in one's life."

Ye Feng nodded slightly and said: "Yes, I have many friends, but it is hard to find a true friend."

“And neither does my friend.” The old man in black shook his head.

After saying that, the old man in black smiled again and said, "You'd better not ask too much about my affairs. Before the Abyss goes to war with the secular world, you and I will not be enemies. I am just interested in you."

"After looking at your words, now look at mine." The old man in black took out another piece of rice paper and wrote the word "kill" on it!

Ye Feng looked at the words on the table. The words were good, but he couldn’t see anything on them.

But just when Ye Feng was about to speak, he suddenly found that the words on the rice paper seemed to come alive.

The entire word "kill" carries a strong sense of martial arts.

The word written by the old man in black is completely different from the one written by Ye Feng.

If you don't observe it deliberately, you will never discover the true meaning of martial arts contained in it, which means that ordinary people will never discover it.

In order to feel the true meaning of martial arts in it, martial artists need to read it carefully.

However, Ye Feng's calligraphy is not so troublesome. As long as people look at it a few more times, they can see that there is something different in it. Martial artists can naturally feel the true meaning of martial arts, and although ordinary people cannot feel the true meaning of martial arts, they will still feel some impact.

"Return to basics!" Ye Feng said in his heart.

People who practice martial arts all aim to achieve a state of returning to nature in martial arts, but I didn’t expect that the old man in black could also reach such a state in calligraphy and painting.

Ye Feng looked at the word "kill" again, feeling the true meaning of martial arts in it.

At first, the martial arts meaning of the word "kill" was very gentle, and seemed to imply a set of palm techniques. But when Ye Feng digested this martial arts meaning, when he looked at it again, he found that the word "kill" was filled with a strong sword-like murderous intent.

At this time, the old man in black at the side saw Ye Feng staring at the words in front of him, and he was extremely surprised.

"Even those people of King Zhao may not be able to withstand the true meaning of my martial arts. I didn't expect this little guy to be able to hold on for so long, and it seems that he won't wake up for a while. He is indeed incredibly talented!"

Seeing that Ye Feng was still looking at his words, the old man in black had no choice but to open the wine jug and pour some wine from the barrel into it, and then sat directly on a chair beside him.

Ye Feng was comprehending the true meaning of martial arts at this time, and anyone who came in might interrupt him. The most important thing was that if King Zhao's men arrived at this time, it would be equivalent to harming Ye Feng.

He would never do such a thing. If others knew about it, they would think that he was in cahoots with King Zhao and was plotting against Ye Feng.

The old man in black looked at Ye Feng with a smile, and thought to himself: "Just consider it as a reward for me drinking two barrels of wine with you, but I wonder how much you can understand?"

The old man in black drank the wine from the jug happily, but after taking a sip, his brows furrowed.

Then the sound instantly reached the door.

"I'm here, and you still dare to do it?"