After the martial arts school.

Yi Feng sat on the stool. Bored, he watched Wu Yonghong work while chatting with each other.

"Ow, Ow!"

This is the dog lying at Yi Feng's feet. He sneezed several times.

"It's going to rain when the dog sneezes!"

Yi Feng sighed slightly, subconsciously said a proverb from a previous life, then got up and went into the martial arts school and found a broken umbrella from a pile of junk.

"Keep this umbrella first, you three. In case it rains, you can respond to emergencies!" Yi Feng threw the umbrella to the three working Wu Yonghong.

"Sir!"

Wu Yonghong and the three immediately looked at Yi Feng in shock.

If they remember this umbrella correctly, it is the imperial treasure left by Ning Xuanwu on that day, and it is also one of the Zhenzong treasures of his Xuanwu sect.

That's it, throw it to them?

"Sir, it's not good to give us such valuables?" Wu Yonghong said shyly.

"Valuables?"

Yi Feng smiled helplessly, "what kind of valuable thing is this? It's just a broken umbrella. You help me work. What's the matter when it rains and an umbrella should be in emergency?"

"Just a broken umbrella?"

Wu Yonghong was shocked.

At least it's also a treasure of imperial grade. Although they also have several pieces, they are usually used to press the bottom of the box. In the eyes of Mr. Zhang, they are not even as ragged as it is?

But when you think about it, even the hoes and shovels used in their hands are holy goods. I'm afraid the imperial goods are really nothing in the eyes of sir.

However, I don't know if it's because the proverb is so accurate that it's really getting dark.

It seems that it will rain soon.

Although he knew that his means could turn over clouds and rain, he thought of his experience in life, so Wu Yonghong asked, "it's just that Mr. gave us your umbrella. What do you use?"

"Me?"

Yi Feng smiled. These old men are really cute.

He really wants to use an umbrella. He can buy one anywhere?

So he smiled at the old men and said, "don't worry about me. There will be an umbrella when you really need it."

"Naturally?"

Several old men looked at each other and always felt that there was something deep in Mr. Zhang's sentence.

But I think it's too profound to speculate.

Therefore, they didn't think any more and took the umbrella with a slight hesitation.

"Thank you, sir."

Several people respectfully thanked.

Looked at the sky.

Although his hair was gloomy and dark, he was not sure in this autumn, so Yi Feng didn't rush into the house, but took out his guitar and wanted to improve the proficiency of "Qin".

After all, if you are here, you can chat with these old men in your spare time. When you play well, you may make these old men praise you, which is much more comfortable than lying alone in the martial arts school facing the wall.

After thinking about it, a song "farewell" from a previous life slowly bounced out.

With the sound of Yi Feng's piano falling, the bodies of several old men who were hoeing the ground suddenly trembled and hurried to look over with fanatical eyes.

"Sir's piano."

"It contains such a strong piano meaning!"

Wu Yonghong several old men stared. Even those who knew nothing about the piano could feel the meaning of the piano in the sound.

At the same time, Lu Dasheng, who was carrying dung, also slammed the brakes. He didn't even care about himself. He almost fell into the dung pit and hurriedly looked over.

This time.

Almost everyone put down their work and looked at Yi Feng motionless. They didn't even dare to breathe loudly for fear of damaging the sound.

After a long time

Yi Feng waved the palm of the string and then stopped.

Wu Yonghong had endless aftertaste and cast respectful eyes on his face, because they all had a lot of feelings, or mood, or skills in the sound of the piano just now

It's nice to be here, sir!

Everyone has a treasure of holy goods. You can get other gifts from your husband from time to time.

For example, Imperial treasures, Qin Yi

However, compared with the feelings of Wu Yonghong and others, Lu Dasheng almost shed tears.

They all work for Yi Feng. Wu Yonghong's benefits hit him soft. However, he works the hardest, tired and dirty. He hasn't done any good after carrying feces for so many days.

Today.

He finally got a little advantage.

Finally, there is a feeling of keeping the clouds open and seeing the moon, which makes people excited to cry!

"The sound of Mr. Qin is really amazing, which makes us have endless aftertaste. We can't help immersing ourselves in it!"

"Yes, I'm waiting for Hong Fu to listen to a song from my husband."

At this time, Wu Yonghong and others couldn't help but hear all kinds of admiration from Chao Yifeng.

"Ah, calm down, calm down."

Yi Feng waved his hand. Although he didn't intend to show it, what he bounced out can be recognized by others, which still makes people feel happy.

"Ding: congratulations on Qin's promotion, which is unparalleled in the world!"

At this time, the sound of the system came from his mind, which made Yi Feng a little happy.

Huangtian pays his heart. After so many days of practice, he is finally promoted.

Then hurry up and have some more songs?

Yi Feng secretly said, thinking about what song to play next.

At this time, the sky suddenly filled with a thick evil spirit. At the same time, two figures with thick breath came into the air.

Soon, he came over the martial arts school.