Chapter 24

In fact, Wu Hai has been watching Zifeng's every move. When he was on the second floor, he was relieved to see that Zifeng restrained himself. Unlike other family children who were busy looking for powerful skills as soon as they came in, he spent more time cultivating his experience. When Zifeng ignored other skills on the shelf and picked up that, Wu Hai's face was speechless and strange. This scroll was acquired by Zifeng's grandfather Wu Tianjie when he was young.

When he was young, Wu Tianjie took part in the family trial and gained in a secret place. At that time, the Wu family and his party gained a lot. Wu Tian made a lot of achievements. However, he was excluded because of his incompatibility with other lineages, so that when he finally rewarded him for his achievements, he just gave him this nameless scroll. These years, Wu Tianjie didn't give up studying this scroll, but there were only three moves in it. The moves were ordinary and there was nothing special. Later, no one paid attention to it.

"Second Grandpa. What kind of skill is it? Why can't I see it? " Zifeng came to Wu Hai, spread out the scroll and asked modestly.

"This scroll, don't talk about me, even your grandfather, your father doesn't know what it is. It has been here for many years. No one really knows what this is, or it's not a powerful scroll at all. " Wu Hai also looked at the scroll in Zifeng's hand with a puzzled face.

After listening to Wu Hai's words, Zifeng didn't dispel his curiosity: "second Grandpa, I'll choose this set of skill."

"You, like your father, won't let go of what you believe. Don't you want the knife technique?" Wu Hai seemed to have expected Zifeng to make such a choice.

"Forget the sabre technique. The sabre technique at the beginning of the Yellow stage is not suitable for me." Zifeng shook his head. There is a set of sabre techniques on the second floor, but the moves are too formal. Zifeng still prefers the open and close moves.

"At the beginning of the Yellow stage, don't mention it. That volume is really not suitable for you. Well, what are you two little girls holding in your hands?" Wu Hai saw Ziyan and Xin'er sneaking behind and asked.

"No, nothing? It's just a few stones, isn't it, Xin'er? " Ziyan blinked and said to Xin'er that she didn't care what Wu Hai said.

"It's a stone, a shining stone." Xin'er whispered.

"Shining Stone? Take it out and let me see. " Wu Hai's face was a little gloomy. The girl goes to the library to find interesting things. Wu Hai always finds some things inexplicably missing when making statistics every once in a while. However, few things are not valuable. They are all beautiful things. Now she can be regarded as the culprit.

"Here you are. Aren't they just two stones?" Ziyan threw two glittering crystals to Wu Hai. Zifeng looked familiar, as if he had got them from the spirit beast.

"Hiss. However, the two Lingjing also sell thousands of Yuan stones in Qingyun town. What? It's just two stones. Don't take things here in the future. Do you hear me? " Wu Hai held the two demon crystals and scolded Ziyan.

"Hum." Ziyan turned her head and didn't listen to Wu Hai.

"Hehe, second Grandpa, is it such a thing?" Zifeng took out three more dazzling crystals. One was glittering with enchanting red light, one was warm white light, and the other was mottled and uneven in color.

"This, this. This is the blood Python's. It's a wild maned pig. Yes. It can't be a snow spirit fox. " This is Wu Hai. He grabbed it in his hand, looked at it carefully, and stared at Zifeng in amazement.

"Oh. It's from the monster I killed in the forest. I don't know what's the use? " Zifeng spoke calmly.

Wu Hai doesn't know what to say. These are the crystal nuclei of the second-class spirit beast, which is of great benefit to cultivation. Although Ziyan took the second-class spirit beast before, the product level is a little worse than Zifeng's, and the aura contained is not pure.

However, Wu Hai was not shocked by this, but the Lingjing of snow Linghu. However, as a rare spirit beast, snow spirit fox itself is rare in number, timid by nature and extremely fast, but it is extremely spiritual. Therefore, its spirit crystal can not only assist cultivation, but also cure hidden wounds in the body. It is the Spirit Crystal pursued by practitioners, but there is no market for value.

Ziyan grabbed Lingjing from Wu Hai and cheered, "Wow, it's so beautiful. Brother Zifeng, give me this red stone. I like it very much." When Zifeng didn't come, Wu Hai said angrily, "it's not a stone, it's Lingjing."

Zifeng smiled: "take it if you like, Xin'er. I'll give you the Lingjing of the snow Linghu. Do you like it?"

"Brother Zifeng, I like you too much. I'm not as stingy as some elders." Ziyan pouted and answered. Xin'er also answered happily, with a look of love.

Wu Hai was speechless. After the comparison between the shining Lingjing in his hand and the two little girls, Wu Hai looked much darker. When Wu Hai opened his mouth and wanted to tell Zifeng the importance of Lingjing, he found that Zifeng didn't care at all. He had to shut up and give Zifeng a book about cultivation before Zifeng left, Wu Hai obviously found the weak link of Zifeng at a glance.

Soon after they left the ancestral temple, Ziyan and Xin'er ran away. Only Zi Fengxin walked along the Wujiazhuang path and stopped in the firewood room. He remembered that someone mentioned who was in the firewood room on the training ground.

At first glance, there are high stacks of firewood, which are neat. Under the firewood are some hay, which is not completely dried, and some are green, dotted with spots of green marks. The moss in the corner is also green, showing the vigorous vitality of summer,

He fixed his eyes on the firewood and didn't feel a condensation. A young boy, with loose hair, haggard face, ragged clothes and scabby blood, lay stiff on the haystack with weak breath. A closer look was the boy who fought with Zifeng that day. Unexpectedly, he was abandoned and no one greeted him. He was put in the firewood house by the people of Wujiazhuang and allowed to live and die.

A burst of compassion suddenly filled his heart. Zifeng remembered the youth that day. His eyes were so clear, as if they were not with those robbers. Maybe there's something hidden.

Zifeng thought so. He took out some recovery talismans and gave them to the boy. The boy's pale face gradually turned red after several talismans.

"Cough", the boy slowly opened his eyes and asked weakly, "why, it's you?"

Zifeng didn't wait for him to speak, so he carefully picked him up and looked into the boy's eyes: "don't talk. You're seriously injured now. Don't worry, I won't hurt you." This embrace is entirely out of instinct, and Zifeng can't think of what kind of feelings he will harvest in the years to come.

The boy looked at Zifeng's clear eyes. His eyes were peaceful. He didn't say much. He soon fell asleep. He was too tired for two days. He should have a good rest.

When Zifeng got home, he thought it would take more quarrels to convince his mother. But Bai Yihan didn't say much, so he arranged the boy in a room in the back hall and took good care of the boy. Bai Yihan's eyes twinkle with trust. In her eyes, Zifeng has grown up. She should learn to choose some things. A mother should support Zifeng's decisions.

Zifeng saw that the boy had been arranged and simply checked the boy's injury. There was no other serious internal injury except the serious trauma to his limbs. He would recover completely after a period of rest. He smiled at his mother and planned to return to the room to have a good look at the book given by grandpa II and some questions about himself in the Fu.

"Your second uncle came to see you just now. He said that the hunting meeting would begin in a few days. He will go to Qingyun town the day after tomorrow. Let you prepare." Bai Yihan informs the sub air duct.

Zifeng answered and couldn't help his blood rolling in his heart. He heard people in Wujiazhuang talking about the grand occasion of the hunting conference since he was a child. His heart has been galloping for a long time, but he can't realize it. Now he finally has the opportunity to see the grand occasion, but Zifeng cares more about Bai Yihan's joy when he said the news. If his mother doesn't like it, Zifeng won't attend.

"Are you awake? If you wake up, drink the chicken soup. My mother made it herself. " Zifeng sat in front of the juvenile bed with a bowl of chicken soup in his hand.

The boy opened his eyes, his face was much better, and his fingers could move slightly: "why do you want to save me? Shouldn't you hate me? " Although the boy didn't eat for two days, he still held back.

"You're not those people. Besides, you haven't done anything too much, otherwise you won't be put in the firewood house by the people of Wu family villa." Zifeng smiled.

"How do you know I haven't done anything outrageous? You know I'm with bandits. You're not afraid. I'll avenge you when I'm well hurt one day? No, you should be more hurt than me. Why does it look like nothing has happened? " The boy asked puzzled.

"Am I badly hurt? I don't know." Zifeng scratched his head and said softly.

The young man was speechless. He was a martial arts teacher. He took the full blow of the general, but there was nothing to take care of the general. I really don't know what monster he met. However, a few simple words narrowed the hearts of the two young people. The young man drank the chicken soup scooped by Zifeng one mouthful at a time, with a warm heat flow in his heart.

Soon there was no water left in a pot of chicken soup. The boy looked at Zifeng and didn't know what to say. He cleared his throat: "my name is Chen Zhaoming. Qingyun stronghold has saved my life, so I live in Qingyun stronghold. I don't want to talk about the specific reasons, but Qingyun stronghold abandoned me, so I have nothing to worry about." Then he sighed and continued to say, "I thought I had nothing to do with it. Unexpectedly, after this, I would owe you a favor, but don't worry, I will pay it back."

Zifeng looked at Chen Zhaoming's repeated gratitude and said helplessly, "do you think everyone has a plot? You think people are too simple. I'm going to Qingyun town tomorrow. In a few days, you can have a good rest. You can talk about the future later. " Zifeng got up to leave and stopped at the moment when he went out: "also, if you don't have a place to go, you can take this as your home."

"Home? Where is home? Can you go back if you have a home. It's mine. Home. " Zhaoming whispered in bed, like withered plants, facing the unknown rain, complex, some expectations, and some at a loss.