The Dragon from Hell

Seeing his expression of surprise, Qin Feng asked: "You just said that it was fortunate that we came. What does that mean?"

Lin Yun touched his head, a little embarrassed: "I am... not saying bad things about people, right? I don't know if grandpa will scold me if he hears it..."

"But I am telling the truth. In fact, I was quite nervous before you came. What if someone else came, maybe I would not be needed."

"Don't need you?" Qin Feng raised his eyebrows: "The people in the town should be the ones who know the Extreme Cold Abyss best. With you leading the way, it will be twice as easy. Why don't you need it?"

"I am a mortal." Lin Yun said as a matter of course: "Most of the cultivators who come here to patrol are from the immortal sects. There are many young sect geniuses these days. I am a rebel, so naturally I am not as good as you cultivators. It is normal that some people don't want to listen to me."

Looking at his appearance, Qin Feng felt that he probably said it in a tactful way.

Based on the moral character of most immortal sect cultivators, most of them look down on him. Some people will not say bad words, but they will not believe Lin Yun either.

Seeing Lin Yun's embarrassment, Qin Feng did not expose him and continued to follow him down.

The demonic energy in this section became very strong. It was still a vast expanse of white, but the breath of demons could be smelled between breaths.

Moreover, when we arrived here, the blizzard became more and more severe. All we could see was wind and snow, and visibility was very low.

However, Qin Feng found that when these wind and snow fell on the Unfrozen Port, they melted quickly by themselves, and then quickly evaporated into a wisp of mist and floated into the sky.

Qin Feng and Dugu Jiujian followed Lin Yun and approached. Seeing him put his hand into the water, the two of them squatted down and followed to learn.

The strange thing is that the Extreme Cold Abyss can obviously freeze people's blood into ice, but the water in the Unfrozen Port is warm.

No wonder there is wind and snow here all year round, but the water in the Unfrozen Port will never freeze. It should be the barrier left by Xuanyuan.

"Hiss..."

When Qin Feng was about to stand up, he suddenly heard Lin Yun beside him cry out, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Yun came back to his senses and shook his head: "It's okay, it must be my illusion."

Dugu Jiujian also stood up and nodded to Qin Feng: "The breath of the barrier is still very stable, there is no breath of monsters."

Nothing unusual was found, Qin Feng and Dugu Jiujian could not leave, they had to stay here and wait for the order of the sect.

"I'll take you to see my grandfather, he is also here, this section is the responsibility of our grandfather and grandson."

Seeing that the two of them couldn't stay here, Lin Yun just took a tour and proposed to take them to see his grandfather.

It just so happened that Qin Feng also wanted to see who Lin Yun's grandfather was. After all, the person who could predict that something might happen in the Extreme Cold Abyss a few years ago should not be an ordinary person.

But when he really met Lin Yun's grandfather, Qin Feng was a little surprised.

Lin Yun's grandfather is not a spiritual bone. Like Lin Yun, he is also a mortal bone.

He built a small house around the downstream of the non-freezing port, and the imagined scene of an old man with a fairy-like appearance sitting by the non-freezing port and fishing did not appear.

He was a very kind and enthusiastic old man, the wrinkles on his face were like gullies on the mountain wall, and inside the mountain was a pair of simple and flawless eyes.

"Are you two young Taoist friends here to guard the extremely cold abyss this time?"

Old Lin was very enthusiastic. Seeing that Lin Yun brought people here, he seemed very happy and hurriedly invited them into the house.

"Don't be disgusted, I usually live here alone. Now that Ayun is here, it's just a matter of adding a set of bowls and chopsticks. I'm used to being casual, and I don't have anything good to entertain..."

The furnishings in the house are very simple, with a basin stove that looks like it was made by himself. There is a bonfire burning in the basin, which bakes the whole house warm, and it is also the only spark in this extremely cold abyss.

The house is built of wood, and there are dried meat and fish hanging on the walls. A pot of white porridge is cooking on the bonfire, and the aroma of rice is emitting.

The old man came into the house and took a bowl and gave Qin Feng and Dugu Jiujian a bowl of porridge each.

Dugu Jiujian was a little at a loss, and looked at Qin Feng repeatedly.

It was no wonder. He had been in the sword tomb since he was born. His natural sword bones destined him to be the center of attention. Whether in the family or the sect, he did not need to flatter anyone.

But in the same way, the people who came to him had different ideas. Everything they handed to him was a priceless treasure, so he didn't know how to face this bowl of porridge.

Qin Feng followed suit: "Take it. It's cold here, and a bowl of porridge can relieve fatigue."

Hearing this, Dugu Jiujian hurriedly took it and brought it to his mouth.

He hadn't eaten for many years. Since he started practicing, he never ate again.He had never touched ordinary food.

Although sometimes the sect’s banquets would serve the meat of spirit beasts and the fruits of spirit plants, he always felt that those things were not to his taste, and he didn’t know what was wrong.

Sometimes he was also very curious, why some outer disciples liked to go to the secular world to buy some strange things to eat, weren’t they already fasting?

But when this bowl of white porridge entered his mouth, Dugu Jiujian suddenly felt warm in his heart, as if something flowed into his heart through his mouth.

Seeing him frowning and drinking seriously, Lin Yun on the side seemed a little nervous, and hurriedly said: "Oh, Grandpa, they are all cultivators who have already fasted, and they don’t need to eat."

The cultivators in the town are different from the cultivators in the immortal sect. Lin Yun often heard people say that they don’t eat grains because they have long been out of the mortal world.

Qin Feng smiled and finished the porridge in the bowl, shook his head and said: "There is nothing different, we are also human beings."

After the voice fell, the old man who was stroking his beard and watching them drink porridge moved his eyes slightly, but just smiled and apologized: "We really don't have anything delicious here. This little white porridge is precious in this extremely cold place. I hope you don't mind it."

"No, no, no, I won't mind it!" Dugu Jiujian shook his head repeatedly after hearing this, and drank the white porridge in the bowl very honestly.

This proud son of the Thousand Swords Sect was a little at a loss at this time.

Seeing that he drank the white porridge completely, Lin Yun hurriedly took it over: "Another bowl!"

"This..." Dugu Jiujian hurriedly looked at Qin Feng for help, he didn't know whether he should take it.

Qin Feng smiled of course: "Eat it if you want."

White rice is precious in this place, but he can still return it to Grandpa Lin when he leaves later.

After getting his affirmation, Dugu Jiujian nodded: "Okay! Then have another bowl!"

"Okay!" Lin Yun smiled, his teeth showing but his eyes not.