It turns out that I am a peerless warrior

"Sure enough, it is a beautiful piece of art."

After looking at it for a while, Yi Feng didn't find that this thing had any practical effect.

"but……"

Yi Feng lowered his head and looked at the fallen leaves on the ground. It turned out that summer had passed unknowingly and autumn had entered.

The autumn of this world is no different than the autumn of the previous life. The autumn here is already very cold, and it is even worse in winter, with snow everywhere.

For cultivators, this weather has little impact on them.

But for a mortal like him, it was enough to freeze him into a dog.

And this bead...

"When the temperature cools down in a few days, you can use it as a stove for me, haha. It's clean and hygienic and saves trouble."

"The most important thing is to save money on charcoal."

Yi Feng was impressed by his intelligence, stretched, stood up and walked to the front hall, where he found Zhong Qing sitting on the threshold in a daze.

Yi Feng raised his head slightly and discovered that the objects of Zhong Qing's attention turned out to be the cultivators who passed by from time to time in the distance.

"It seems that this kid still has a heart for cultivation!"

Yi Feng sighed slightly.

Hearing the sound, Zhong Qing quickly stood up and shouted respectfully: "I have met Master."

Yi Feng waved his hand.

He walked towards Zhong Qing with his hands behind his back, looked up into the sky, and sighed: "I know, you are hiding something in your heart."

Zhong Qing was slightly startled.

Yi Feng smiled and just asked him to sit down on the stool.

Although the leaves have fallen in autumn, it is also a season of fruitfulness. The street in front of the door is still full of people. The master and the apprentice sit in silence at the door of the martial arts hall, relatively speechless.

"Maybe you don't want to tell me..." Finally, a voice came from Yi Feng's mouth.

Zhong Qing turned his gaze away.

"But no matter what, being a teacher will not stop you. The entrance of Qingshan Gate will absorb fresh blood every ten days. If you want, try your luck every ten days!" Yi Feng said.

Zhong Qing clenched his teeth and fell silent.

Yi Feng didn't say anything anymore. He stood up after seeing that there were fewer people on the street.

"It's time to cook."

he said.

"Master."

Suddenly, Zhong Qing stopped him.

Yi Feng slowly turned his head and looked at the little boy whose face was blown dry by the autumn wind.

"I have a grudge."

"I have a blood feud!"

Zhong Qing's eyes were red, with tears welling up in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said to Yi Feng. It seemed that saying it would bring back bad memories for him, so it took a lot of courage to say it.

Yi Feng fell silent.

"The enemy is very strong, so strong that I can't breathe." Zhong Qing clutched the knife Yi Feng gave him and said tremblingly: "Yes.