Chapter 24： Alien version of the little sun

on the screen.

It is showing that the ancestor of Qingshan took out the knife in front of the third elder and Yu Wujie.

Although it was only shown in the picture, at the moment when the knife came out, Peng Ying, who was still shocked by the powerful momentum, opened her red lips.

Under the deterrence, his face turned pale.

"Look, it's this knife." The picture is very short, and in such a short time, you can see the whole picture of the peerless divine knife, and Yu Wujie quickly shouted at the opportunity.

"A kitchen knife?"

When he 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 senior who made this knife, but it doesn't matter, the important thing is that this knife is really strong, with this knife, Presumably the battle between the ancestors and the Xuanwu ancestors is no longer a problem."

"Ok!"

Peng Ying nodded absently, as if thinking about something.

"What's wrong, Ying'er, what's on your mind?" Yu Wujie asked quickly and 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 delusional." Yu Wujie smiled: "This level is regarded as a treasure by the ancestors, how could you have seen it?"

"Right."

Peng Ying also nodded, she also thought it was incredible to have such an idea.

"Okay, I will let you join the inner sect as soon as possible." Yu Wujie took advantage of the situation and put his arms around Peng Ying's waist, and said gently, "It's just that we have to wait for a while, otherwise someone will always gossip."

The waist twisted slightly, Peng Ying said gratefully, "Thank you, Brother Wu Jie, you are so kind."

...

late autumn.

The fallen leaves cover the ground in a thick layer.

The cold air finally came, Yi Feng put on clothes, and even put a blanket on his reclining chair, but the heavy clothes still couldn't stop the humidity in the air.

The biting cold made Yi Feng freeze into a dog.

Fortunately, although he is lazy as an earthman, he is really ingenious when he starts. He made a stove with a layer of reflective iron, and then put the flame bead in it, relying on the reflection of the iron to emit heat, and immediately. Warm Yi Feng's body.

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

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

Not far away, a desolate little figure walked back with a low head.

"Ugh!"

Yi Feng sighed, it seems that Zhong Qing is still not qualified enough to join Qingshanmen.

"I have seen Master."

Yi Feng nodded, handed him a smile, and said with a smile, "It's cold, sit down and bake the fire!"

"It's okay, Master, I'll go play two more sets of punches, then cook the rice, pick the vegetables, and wait for you to cook." Zhong Qing said softly, and walked towards the inner hall.

Yi Feng sighed.

It's cold, and business is a lot colder.

"It seems that I need to carry out the next plan." Yi Feng licked the dog beside him and came to the desk.

Pick up the pen.

After writing, "Supreme Treasure and Zixia Fairy" has been written on the rice paper.

This is also something Yi Feng can't do. It's a bit too much to make ends meet simply by relying on the martial arts hall. Every winter, he will write some stories, hoping to sell them.

In the previous winter, he had written a "Dream of Red Mansions", but he didn't know why the audience was too small, and he didn't accidentally hit the streets.

This year, he thought about it for a long time, and decided to write a book "Zixia Fairy and the Supreme Treasure". For a young man born in the 90s on Earth, the love between the two still brought him a lot of feelings and feelings.

This book does not require many people to read it. Occasionally, some people buy it. It is enough to improve his life.

Fortunately, there was a chamber of commerce in Pingjiang City who had his help, so he could help with printing and selling.

The rice paper was slowly filled with neat handwriting.

"Cough cough!"

There was a coughing sound from outside the door.

Yi Feng put down the pen and paper, got up and walked outside the door, smiling involuntarily at the corner of his mouth.

Outside the door, there was an old man in a mink robe. The old man had a sharp face, and there was a staggered scar next to his nose.

His surname is Wu. Speaking of which, this old man Wu is also an old friend of his.

However, in Yi Feng's view, this old man is not so normal.

Every time I came to him, I would stand outside the door, staring at the plaque of his martial arts hall for a long time, not knowing what he was doing.

really.

The old man was in a daze again.

"Brother, long time no see." After a long time, the old man slowed down and greeted Yi Feng.

Yi Feng's mouth twitched.

What age am I, and what age is your old man, don't you have any doubts? When you talk, you always look like a new year old friend. I don't know what the old man is doing wrong.

However, since the two met, this old man Wu called him that, and Yi Feng was used to it, so he also called him that.

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

"Haha, dude impresses me." Looking at Yi Feng, who was well-dressed, a shrewdness flashed in his eyes, and he said with a smile: "We are the same kind of people, Brother Yi, you are more extreme than me!"

"Uh?"

Yi Feng was stunned, but he didn't understand.

However, the old man was used to gossip and didn't care, and shouted, "It's cold outside, do you want to come in and sit?"

Old Man Wu nodded and walked towards Yi Feng. He didn't enter Yi Feng's martial arts hall as before, but sat down on the steps at the door.

As if he knew what he wanted to say, Yi Feng said quickly: "Yes, yes, you are right, peeping into the cave is a big taboo for me, so there is no need to be more polite between you and me!"