How can there be a brother in the rivers and lakes to have fun?

Feng Heming stopped for a while at the end of the bamboo forest.

In fact, this place can no longer be called a bamboo forest. After the fire from Xingheying, there is only a piece of scorched earth.It's not time to plant trees yet, and when the weather gets warmer, Feng Heming plans to change this place into a willow forest or a flower garden.

But it's just thinking about it, after all, it's the person inside who can make the decision.Feng Heming passed through the scorched earth and knocked on the door: "Father."

"Enter."

There was still a breathy sound in this voice, and the movement was still the same as that of a broken bellows.Feng Heming couldn't help thinking again, this man's lungs should be rotten, and his life depends on those disgusting things, doesn't he feel that life is better than death?

Probably don't think so.Otherwise, he would have killed himself long ago.Feng Heming felt a little rebellious in his heart, but his face remained silent, he just stood calmly in front of Feng Guoliu, and bowed very politely: "I have seen my father."

"How is the situation?" Feng Guoliu sat down on the bed, there was no snow on Zheliu Villa, but it was also affected by the cold spring, which was quite chilly.There was a gauze curtain between Feng Heming and him, so he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he must be wearing a big cloak, and he must have wrapped himself tightly with a quilt.

It's like a worm wrapped itself in a chrysalis, but other people's worms will break out of their cocoons and become butterflies, while he will only wither and wither more and more.But even if this old monster is rotten, he will drag others to his back.

"Xingheying..." Feng Heming hesitated when he spoke, "It seems to be crazy."

There was a violent coughing sound behind the gauze curtain, Feng Heming only waited silently for a moment, and then heard his breathing calm down.Then he continued: "Recently, many people in the world suddenly talked about the "Code of Eternal Life". The news came out in the days."

"..." The people behind the gauze curtain didn't make a sound, Feng Heming continued:

"Then I found out...it's the storyteller's script."

"——cough, cough, cough!" Feng Heming said halfway through, when he suddenly began to cough heart-piercingly.Feng Heming frowned slightly, and took a step towards the gauze curtain, but was swung away by a burst of energy.The overbearing force came, if he hadn't avoided it in time, he might have suffered some pain.So Feng Heming just stood outside the curtain, and after hearing him coughing again, he turned to ask: "Father, are you okay?"

The answer to him was stronger and more ferocious.Feng Heming turned his feet and retreated three feet, so that he was not affected.So he also understood what this man meant, he lifted his clothes and knelt down on one knee, and continued to report: "Almost at the same time, storytellers from all over the Central Plains wrote a new storybook called "Qianqiuji". The storybook is about male sex. A vulgar story of female love, in which the man is a warrior, and the person who compiled the storybook gave him a double surname, Xundao, called Xundaowang."

The homophony of Wang is dead, "Changshengdian" is related to Xun Daosheng, this person is called Xun Daowang, the meaning in this homonym is really harsh.Feng Guoliu coughed a few more times behind the gauze curtain, but Feng Heming didn't say anything more this time, he just waited for him to finish coughing and continued:

"The first half of the story told in "The Story of Thousand Years" is about a warrior sleeping in an ancient temple and encountering a female ghost. Everything described is extremely vulgar. However, after the warrior and the female ghost had a night of spring festival, the female ghost taught him the art of immortality." Feng Feng He Ming himself didn't realize that there was a smile on his lips, "The female ghost said: 'Since ancient times, the method has not been passed on to the six ears, this method must not be taught to others. Wouldn't it be good to be a companion for a long life; the female ghost said...in the whole world, at most one person can live forever."

Feng Guoliu took a tight breath.

Feng Heming knew why he was like this, he lowered his head and looked at the ground, but just concealed the sneer at the corner of his lips.The voice was still calm as usual: "Then the warrior asked her, why is there only one person in the world who can live forever? The female ghost said that this matter involves a secret, and it is not time to reveal it. So she taught the warrior a set of martial arts..."

Feng Heming just stopped for a while, listening to the breathing of the wind blowing through the willows, it was fairly even, and the sound like a broken bellows was still there.So Feng Heming continued:

"That set of martial arts mentality is extremely complicated, and martial arts practitioners often fail to master it... Then the female ghost appeared again, reminding martial arts masters that if they want to practice successfully, they must take something called 'Qianqiu Pill'; To refine Qianqiu Dan——

"In ancient times, there was a big toon, who regarded five hundred years as spring, and five hundred years as autumn. Only by tempering the poria cocos irrigated with human blood with the essence of the big toon can it be made into Qianqiu pill."

In the water pavilion, the abacus was crackling, and Chang Ye stood aside and watched Xingheying fiddle with the abacus with a pen in one hand, with a half-smirk on his face but a happy look on his face, one could tell that he was probably humming a ditty in his heart at this moment son.

The previous leader loved to listen to storytelling when he had nothing to do. When he came to Shui Fengqing, he turned storytelling into a side job. When he came to Xingheying, he actually made a fortune by selling storybooks to storytellers, and he still couldn’t get enough of it. , maybe he will write a sequel soon to make a second fortune.Changye suddenly had an ominous premonition that if he didn't stop him, Destiny would soon develop into the production base of the first chapter of martial arts.After all, from Ce Fengzi to the seven protectors, anyone's story is enough for Xinghe Ying to blow an article.

Who knew that some time ago, Xingheying crazily subdued a group of gangsters, just to make them threaten the local storyteller to say that he wrote the script.The storyteller has so many books at hand, how can he have to work together to tell the eclectic stories of female ghosts and warriors?Isn't it because gangsters everywhere are saying that if you don't say this, you will be beaten...

Okay, ten cents for a storybook, it's not too expensive.I don't know how much Xingheying has dispersed, anyway, listening to the current rumors in the arena, I am afraid that the entire Central Plains martial arts can't hold back.Unexpectedly, the unification of the Central Plains martial arts that the Demon Sect has been talking about for many years was actually realized by him in this way. If the past lords of the past knew about it... Maybe they would die of laughter, how did they pick up such an insignificant child!

Although it doesn't look like four or six, but in fact, he is indeed a great talent.Changye looked at Xingheying's eyes with a little more admiration. Xingheying had long been used to his eyes and didn't take it seriously. Meizizi wrote a sum in the account book, and then explained casually:

"I'm going to go outside the Great Wall in a few days, and you're watching at home, is it okay?"

Asking a question is just casual, in fact, even if there is a problem, it must be okay.Changye was about to salute, Xingheying waved him off: "It's been a hard day, I'll treat you to a drink later."

Chang Ye laughed, which was a joke that matched him.Xingheying collected the books and piled them on the table, picked up the Huoyue Liuyun sword and walked out of the water pavilion slowly, saying to himself:

"It's best not to meet him outside the Great Wall... I don't know how to get there yet, it would be a shame for him to run into him..."