Chapter 24

In the picture.

It shows that the ancestor of Qingshan took out the knife in front of the three elders and Yu WuJie.

Although it was only shown in the picture, at the moment of the knife, the powerful momentum was still startled, and Peng Ying opened her red lips.

Under the threat, he turned pale.

"Look, that's the knife." The picture is very short. In a blink of an eye, you can see the whole picture of the peerless magic knife. Seize the opportunity, Yu WuJie shouted quickly.

"A kitchen knife?"

When she saw the whole picture, Peng Ying asked in surprise.

"Yes, a kitchen knife." Yu WuJie said with emotion: "I don't know the mentality of the predecessors who made this knife, but it's not important. What's important is that this knife is really strong. With this knife, I think the battle between my ancestors and Xuanwu ancestors has stopped."

"Yes!"

Peng Ying nodded her head absently, as if thinking about something.

"What's the matter, Ying'er? What's on your mind?" Yu WuJie asked softly.

"No, I just think... I just think this kitchen knife is very familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere." Peng Ying said.

"Oh, don't think so much. You must be an illusion." Yu WuJie said with a smile, "people of this level are regarded as treasures by our ancestors. How can you have seen them?"

"That's right."

Peng Ying also nodded. She also felt that it was incredible to raise this idea.

"Well, I'll let you join the inner door as soon as possible." Taking advantage of the situation, Yu WuJie hugged Peng Ying's small Manyao and said gently, "it's just that we have to wait for some time, otherwise someone will gossip."

His waist twisted slightly. Peng Ying said gratefully, "thank you, brother WuJie. It's very kind of you."

……

Autumn is strong.

The fallen leaves covered the ground with a thick layer.

The cold air finally hit. Yi Feng added clothes. Even his recliner was covered with a blanket, but the heavy clothes still couldn't stop the moisture in the air.

The biting cold made Yi Feng freeze into a dog.

Fortunately, as an earth man, although he was lazy, he was really dexterous. He got a layer of reflective iron sheet to make a stove, and then put the flame bead in it. Relying on the reflection of the iron sheet, he radiated heat, which immediately warmed Yi Feng's whole body.

"The alien version of the little sun is the only one in the world. The key is not to consume electricity."

Yi Feng raised his mouth and looked out of the street.

Not far away, a small figure came back with a low head.

"Alas!"

Yi Feng sighed. It seems that Zhong Qing is not qualified enough to join the Castle Peak gate.

"I've seen master."

Yi Feng nodded, handed him a smile and said with a smile, "it's cold. Sit down and bake!"

"It's all right, master. I'll fight two more fists, and then cook the rice and pick the dishes. I'll wait for you to cook." Zhong Qing said softly and walked towards the inner hall.

Yi Feng sighed.

It's cold and business is much colder.

"It seems that I need to carry out the next plan." Yi Feng rolls the dog aside and comes to the desk.

Pick up the pen.

After finishing writing, zhizunbao and Zixia fairy have been put on rice paper.

This is what Yi Feng can't do. He can't make ends meet simply by relying on the martial arts school. Every winter, he writes some stories in the hope of selling them.

In the previous winter, he wrote a dream of Red Mansions, but he didn't know whether the audience was too small or why, so he didn't rush into the street unexpectedly.

This year, after thinking for a long time, he decided to write Zixia fairy and supreme treasure. For a post-90s youth on earth, their love still brought him a lot of feelings and feelings.

This book is not required to be read by many people, but occasionally bought by some people. It is enough to improve his life.

Fortunately, a chamber of Commerce in Pingjiang city once got his help. He could help print some and sell them.

Rice paper is slowly filled with neat handwriting.

"Cough!"

Outside the door, there was a cough.

Yi Feng put down his pen and paper, got up and came to the door. The corners of his mouth couldn't help laughing.

Outside the door, there was an old man in coir raincoat. The old man's face was sharp, and there was a staggered knife scar next to the gutter nose.

His surname is Wu. Speaking of it, the old man Wu is an old friend of his.

But in Yi Feng's opinion, the old man is not so normal.

Every time I came to him, I would stand outside the door and stare at the plaque of his martial arts school for a long time. I didn't know what I was doing.

Sure enough.

The old man is in a daze again.

"Man, long time no see." After a long time, the old man slowed down and said hello to Yi Feng.

Yi Feng smoked at the corner of his mouth.

My age, your old man's age, don't you have any force to count? When talking, he always looks like forgetting to make friends. I don't know which tendon of the old man is wrong.

However, since they knew each other, the old man Wu called him that. Yi Feng was used to it, so he called him that too.

"Brother Wu, long time no see." Yi Feng shouted.

"Ha ha, man, I admire it." Looking at Yi Feng in full dress, he flashed a touch of shrewdness in his eyes and said with a smile: "we are the same kind of person. Brother Yi, what you do is more extreme than me!"

"Uh?"

Yi Feng was stunned and didn't understand.

The old man was used to gossip and didn't care. He shouted, "it's cold outside. Do you want to come in?"

Old man Wu nodded and walked towards Yi Feng. As before, he didn't enter Yi Feng's martial arts school, but sat down on the steps at the door.

It seems that he knows what he wants to say. Yi Feng quickly said, "yes, you're right. Peeping into the cave is a taboo for us. There's no need to be more polite between you and me!"