He Yu raised his head and replied obediently, "Yes, Master."

Spreading his arms, he went to pick up the dish in front of Chen's cover, and looked up at him.

Although he hasn't determined his intentions yet, being repeatedly provoked by a hairy boy made Chen Feng laugh angrily.

"I grew up with your master, and we are childhood sweethearts. You can call me uncle." Chen Feng smiled and took out a box of precious spiritual fruit from his storage bag, "It's Yinyin's Disciple, it is also half of my disciple, this is the greeting gift from your uncle."

He Yu froze.

His face looked like he had swallowed something.

Chen is not shown on the cover, and his heart has long been happy.

A stinky boy who doesn't even have long hair, dare to provoke him?

"Take it." Seeing that He Yu didn't move, Shao Yin thought he was embarrassed and nodded at him.

He Yu pursed his lips, put down his chopsticks, got up and took it with both hands, his eyes narrowed, and his attitude was extremely respectful: "Thank you, uncle."

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows, this kid is quite a bit shrewd!

He didn't care, and after a few words of encouragement, he ate as usual.

Although she hadn't eaten like this for many years, she was sitting at the same table with a well-informed acquaintance, and when she was laughing, she showed some shadows of the past, which still made Chen Feng feel in a trance, and unknowingly cherished this moment.

After the meal, Chen Feng planned to leave.

"Come all the way, just to have a meal?" Shaoyin laughed, "Anyway, let's take a break and stay for a few days? Or do you think I was not well entertained?"

She smiled like this, as if she was the same He Lingyin once again.

When her brows and eyes are no longer arbitrary, even if she wears a black brocade robe, she can't see the evil look.

But he knew that the former He Lingyin would not wear a black robe.

"Of course not." He said, clenching the hilt of the sword with his left hand, feeling a little astringent in his heart, "It's just that I still have some important things to do."

Seeing that he insisted on leaving, Shaoyin stopped being polite and said, "Then you go, be careful." After that, she took a token from the storage ring, "If you have anything, please contact me, you are welcome."

After all, they came from a village, so take care of each other.

Chen Feng looked at the token, his throat moved, and he slowly reached out to take it: "Okay."

"Then you go." Shaoyin said happily.

Chen Feng saw that she had no reluctance to give up, and his heart was even deeper.

He actually didn't want to leave, he was just a little confused.

He has always regarded her as a holy place, as an anchor. When he lost several times, he always thought of her before he found his way back.

He was looking forward to becoming a Taoist partner with her. But this time, she had changed so much that his trip was like a bizarre dream, not real.

His original intention was impacted and crumbling.

The original beliefs became blurred and loose, he began to lose sight of the anchor in his heart, and the sacred place was also shrouded in fog.

The trance was only a moment, and was quickly interrupted by a sound of breaking the air.

"Who?!"

Accompanied by a loud laugh, a burly figure flew close and stood on the main hall of the Mortal Sect. With a stomping, half of the palace collapsed suddenly.

"Humph! He actually injured my Wuyamen disciple. I thought he was such a great person, but it turned out to be a mere Jindan female cultivator!"

The suzerain of the Mortal Sect was a female cultivator who liked to wear black clothes and acted flamboyantly, which gradually spread in Yuezhou. Therefore, as soon as the monk Wuyamen arrived, he set his sights on Shaoyin.

"Merely Jindan female cultivator? Hit him!" After hearing this, Huihui was furious, "Yinyin hit him!"

Shao Yin narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up at the male cultivator on the roof ridge, and stretched out his hand to the side. He Yu immediately offered the long sword, she held it in her hand, and slowly drew the sword: "I trample down the hall of my mortal sect, but I have to pay."

The male cultivator on the roof was arrogant and laughed loudly: "Pay! If you mention your head later, I will also pay you a good coffin!"

"Presumptuous!" Chen Feng and He Yu scolded at the same time.

Chen Feng even drew his sword immediately, going up to teach him a lesson and let him know the consequences of acting arrogantly!

"No need." Shaoyin held him down, lifted his sword, flew up, and landed on the roof ridge, "Agree in advance, we will fight later, and all the losses will be borne by Wuyamen."

The male cultivator is already at the Nascent Soul cultivation level, but seeing that this female cultivator is not in the middle stage of Jindan, he doesn't take her seriously at all, and without thinking about it, he said, "Okay!"

"Happy!" Shaoyin laughed, slashing his sword across his chest, "Come on!"

The male cultivator's weapon is a domineering long sword, his spiritual power is also very violent, and his moves are rude and rough. Chen Feng stood below, his lips pursed tightly, and his eyes were full of anger.

Annoyed that the senior actually handed over the mortal sect to Yinyin, how could she be able to carry this burden with her cultivation in the middle stage of Jindan? !

He stared intently at the picture of the fight, and as long as she was in danger, he went to rescue her in time.

Of course he didn't wait.

Within fifty moves, the male cultivator would be defeated.

Shaoyin stabbed dozens of blood holes on his body, and the whole person has become a blood gourd, but Shaoyin still moves gracefully, unrestrainedly and leisurely, without a single strand of hair messed up.

Anyone who sees it knows that the two are not on the same level!

The male cultivator was stunned: "You, you are hiding your cultivation!"

"Yeah!" Shaoyin admitted happily, "Walking outside, who doesn't have a few trump cards?"

The male cultivator was so aggrieved that he was about to explode!

He also has a hole card, but he has no chance to use it at all!

"Send a letter to your sect and ask them to redeem people." Shaoyin tied him, kicked him down, and then landed gracefully, handing the long sword to He Yu.

He Yu took it respectfully, with a frenzy on his face, and meticulously wiped off the blood on the sword with a handkerchief, and then put it in the sheath.

The male cultivator refused to deliver the letter, so he stalked his neck and said, "Kill me!"

"The price of murder is high." Shao Yin glanced down at him, "Can you afford it?"

The male cultivator opened his eyes in disbelief, completely not expecting such an answer!