It turns out that I am a peerless warrior

"Maomao, who is he?"

The woman in white asked.

"Well, he is a young man, or a mortal." Maomao opened the door a crack, looked outside the door, and then turned around and responded.

"mortal?"

The woman in white furrowed her pretty brows, and then spoke with jade lips: "What do you want to ask him about?"

"It's said that I'm staying overnight, miss, do you think it is?"

Maomao looked at the woman in white with questioning eyes.

"Let him come in, arrange a courtyard for him, and warn him that he is not allowed to run around at night." The woman in white ordered, and then paid no attention to it again, and then turned her attention to the book.

"Hey, come in!"

Maomao opened the door, and a young man carrying a bamboo basket and looking slightly tired walked in.

It was Yi Feng who went into the mountains to collect herbs.m.9biquge.\ncom

He originally had his own tent, but due to bad luck, it started to rain lightly. Coupled with the cold weather in the mountains, Yi Feng really couldn't stay any longer.

Fortunately, there is actually a family deep in this mountain.

"Thank you."

Yi Feng quickly thanked him and walked through the door.

As soon as he stepped through the door, Yi Feng was attracted by the sight in front of him, especially under the waterfall, there was such an mundane and otherworldly woman sitting.

After the new rain falls on the empty mountain.

Returning home at dusk, autumn comes late.

The Jingyuan screen is 3,000 feet tall.

The beautiful lady is leaning against the stone and playing the harp.

This situation made Yi Feng couldn't help but use ancient poems from his previous life to praise him.

Of course, he also made a little piece and adapted it to suit the occasion.

Otherwise, it would be against the law.

However, just as the verses Yi Feng was reciting had just finished, the woman playing the piano, who had never raised her head, suddenly looked over in surprise. She did not expect that an ordinary person in the mountains could actually compose such verses.

"After the new rain falls on the empty mountain, I return to my nest at dusk and fall comes late. The screen in the quiet courtyard is three thousand feet, and the beauty is leaning against the stone and playing the piano..."

Involuntarily, she also groaned softly.

After reading it, he couldn't help but nod his head, and looked at Yifeng seriously for the first time.

On the body.

There is really no cultivation at all.

Mortals no doubt.

Under the drizzle, the green shirt was slightly damp, but it didn't look dirty. On the contrary, it gave people a very clean feeling. It had to be said that this mortal made her feel very comfortable.

It was also the first time that her traditional concept of mortals changed slightly.

"Ordinary people are not all like that..." She thought this way, and at the same time, she put away the book with her beautiful hands, and said with her red lips: "Young Master is a good poet, I thank you, little lady."

"You're welcome, girl."

Yi Feng bowed his hand towards her and followed Maomao to his residence.