I want it all

Yan Si hesitated for a long time, until Shen Feiyun became a little impatient, then slowly opened his mouth and asked cautiously: "What do you want me to do for you?"

Shen Feiyun thought for a while, and asked: "How many members of the Holy Fire Cult are capable of martial arts?"

This is suspected of being a cliché, no one is willing to rashly disclose their information, even if Yan Si is desperate, he is afraid that Shen Feiyun will kill someone with a knife.

"I haven't counted them yet." Yan Si said indifferently, after finishing speaking, he put away his long knife and was about to turn around and leave.

Shen Feiyun's question just now was clearly asking for the help of the Sacred Fire Cultists, and it didn't sound like an easy task. It would be difficult to guarantee that the gains would outweigh the losses if a large number of martial arts disciples were to be mobilized, and in the end it would end up killing a donkey.

Yan Si came back to his senses, the anger of being humiliated by Shi Hongying gradually dissipated, and his desire to seek death also faded, so he felt a little grateful to Shen Feiyun.

However, Shen Feiyun's kindness is only to him, and he will try his best to repay it in full in the future.

But Shen Feiyun backtracked and dragged down the entire Sacred Fire Cult. He will never forget this account in his lifetime.

Seeing Yan Si turn around and leave, Shen Feiyun also knew that he and Yan Si had nothing to say, he just grasped the mentality of the other party rushing to the doctor in a hurry, so he could barely say a few words.

But he was not discouraged, thinking that as long as Yan Si hadn't given up on Fuguo, the two would still have time to meet.

"I'll give you something." Shen Feiyun untied the jade pendant from his waist and threw it towards Yan Si.

Without looking back, Yan Si reached out to grab the jade pendant and stepped forward.

There are quite a few people from the Sacred Fire Cult, about a few hundred people, but most of them rely on other places, and there are only six or seven people in the guest building of Luoying Pavilion.

As soon as Yan Si left, these people followed closely behind. Instead of leaving the corridor, they stepped directly on the snow, leaving a series of footprints and bleak figures in the snow.

Shen Feiyun hurriedly asked: "Where do you live?"

"A sub-forum dozens of miles away." Yan Si said far away.

Soon, the Holy Fire Cult group disappeared before Shen Feiyun's eyes.

Shen Feiyun walked under the eaves and looked up at Piaoxue. Because of too many thoughts, he rarely felt that life was heavy and could not be transferred.

After several hours of fighting, the snow in the mud in front of the guest building was no longer pure white, but mixed with the brown soil, it became dirty.

The guest building was extremely lively, with Shi Hongying's teasing laughter and guests' compliments occasionally coming from inside.

The aroma of the dishes wafted under Shen Feiyun's nose. In fact, he hadn't eaten for a long time. He only drank a bowl of hot porridge in the morning. Now smelling the aroma, he couldn't help feeling hungry.

He rubbed his stomach with a cry and a smile, and was about to turn around to taste his lunch when a slender young man walked out, patted him on the shoulder, and asked with a smile, "Can Daxia Shen show you some face and give me some pointers?"

Shen Feiyun heard the name "Shen Daxia" for the second time today, and he didn't find it ridiculous like the first time. Instead, he somewhat accepted others' respect for him, whether it was sincere or fake, he accepted it calmly.

It's just a title, as long as he doesn't call him a "prostitute" like Li Changbai, he doesn't care.

Shen Feiyun looked sideways, and glanced at the young man. This man was ordinary in appearance, and he walked lightly and silently.

He also listened to his breathing, calm and introverted, and his basic skills were extremely solid. This was impossible to accumulate to such a level without practicing for four hours a day when he was young.

Such a character, such a good skill, still need him to give pointers?

Too polite, the other party said the word "discussion" in the way of "pointing".

Shen Feiyun didn't think too much, pointed to his stomach, and sighed: "I'm really hungry, I didn't eat much yesterday, and today I only drank a bowl of porridge, how about letting me have lunch?"

The young man hesitated for a while, he had no choice but to stop Shen Feiyun from eating, so he nodded and said "yes".

In this way, the young people also understood that Shen Feiyun was rejecting him.

If you eat fast, you don't need half a quarter of an hour; but if you eat slowly and eat slowly, maybe two quarters of an hour may not be enough.

And half a quarter of an hour after eating, the most important thing is to rest, not rush to practice martial arts.

Although Shen Feiyun didn't want to do anything again, he didn't mean to beat around the bush and decline politely, it was just that he was too hungry and couldn't wait to have a full meal.

After he finished eating, he moved a bench and sat under the eaves to enjoy the snow. It just so happened that not long after he came out, the snow became smaller and smaller, not as beautiful as yesterday and early morning.

The young man also followed, and asked with a smile, "I wonder if I'm lucky enough to sit with you?"

"I can't ask for it." Shen Feiyun raised his head and smiled brightly.

The young man may be confident in his martial arts, so he dared to talk to him. Shen Feiyun watched his words and deeds, and felt that the other party was personable, and he must have an extraordinary family education.

It's just that Shen Feiyun also knows that his reputation is not very good, otherwise Li Changbai would not have opened his mouth and kept calling him a "prostitute".

This young man is quite courageous, he dared to sit with him regardless of his reputation.

Shen Feiyun liked this person's behavior a little bit, so he asked, "What's your name?"

"I'm Gao Yue from Kou Beixuan." The young man was very happy when Shen Feiyun asked his name, and a shy smile appeared on his face.

With a smile, his ordinary face became full of vigor, which was quite touching, making people want to laugh together involuntarily.

Shen Feiyun couldn't help smiling and said: "I know your second sister Gao Yan."

This time Gao Yan also came to Luoying Pavilion, and he still caught a few glimpses in the crowd, but the other party seemed to avoid his eyes on purpose, deliberately staggered with him, and refused to say hello.

"Yes." Gao Yue didn't expect that Shen Feiyun still remembered the second sister, and said in a cheerful tone, "You came to Koubeixuan when you were young, and you fought with us in a martial arts competition. At that time, you still used a sword, I remember it clearly."

In the past many years, Shen Feiyun only remembered it because of his good memory.

And Gao Yan and Gao Yue still remember that it was purely because Shen Feiyun was born as a snow doll when he was young, but he could pick up a sword and fight with them, point out their omissions, and kill the whole people who knocked on the sad hall The fight was powerless.

"I didn't expect you to switch to a fan later." Gao Yue pursed her lips, "You use the sword so well, why change it? It's not worth the loss, and it's too hard."

Shen Feiyun didn't bother to explain, and when he mentioned this matter, he felt uncomfortable, so the smile on his face dropped sharply.

Gao Yue is used to seeing people's faces, and immediately said in frustration: "I said something wrong."

"It's okay." Shen Feiyun paused, stretched out his right hand, and pulled up his sleeve, only to see that it was clean without any trace, but there was a red mark under the snow-white skin.

"My right hand was injured once, and I may not be able to reach the peak with a sword. I can only learn eight out of ten from Master. After I soaked in the medicine, although the scar on my hand dissipated, the scars inside are still there."

After Shen Feiyun finished speaking, he pulled up his sleeves.

Now he uses the fan, studies hard and practice hard, has reached the pinnacle, it is impossible to be lean again; but in the end, he became a monk halfway, no matter what, he can't reach the pinnacle that he can reach when he first learned sword.

If he keeps practicing swords, with his talent, plus Xu Qingyun's skill and strict guidance, he will never be inferior to Su Lang, or even surpass him.

Yesterday he watched Li Changbai use "Chuyang Suyu", and he was able to learn it in a short time, which shows that he is extremely talented.

Gao Yue also felt that it was a pity, and she was afraid that Shen Feiyun would be sad, so she kept her mouth shut.

But he didn't know how to hide his expression, whatever he was thinking in his heart would show on his face, so Shen Feiyun could see clearly.

Shen Feiyun frowned slightly, feeling depressed because of the other person's words, and was even more lazy to comfort others, so he instantly put an end to talking, turned sideways, and looked to the other side in silence.

After sitting for a while, Shen Feiyun couldn't sit still. He immediately got up, stretched his waist, and said casually: "I didn't sleep well last night, and I am very sleepy now. I want to rest for a while. If you have anything to say, I'd better talk about it tomorrow."

Gao Yue opened her mouth, lowered her head and said, "Okay."

Shen Feiyun didn't rest. He walked into the woods and practiced kung fu all afternoon to keep his muscles and bones in good shape. He didn't return to the guest house for dinner until evening.

After eating, he fetched two buckets of hot water and went back upstairs to wash.

As soon as he opened the door and entered, he saw Su Lang sitting under the light, flipping through books leisurely.

Shen Feiyun was stunned for a moment, and jokingly said: "How long have you been waiting for me? If I had known you were here, I would have come back immediately without delay."

"You ordered me to go early and return early." Su Lang didn't look back, and turned another page of the book, "I promised you, but I'm sorry to go back on my word. I just finished handling the matter and rushed over without stopping."

Shen Feiyun poured hot water into the tub and asked, "Are you still burning, and is your wound okay?"

Su Lang frowned imperceptibly, breathed quickly, and said firmly, "It's done."

Shen Feiyun stepped forward, touched Su Lang's forehead, and then felt relieved.

With Su Lang's character, it is indeed extremely difficult for him to say that he is not in good health.He had a severe fever yesterday, but he still wanted to be brave, pretending to be nonchalant, the injury was serious, but he still sat upright.

Ever since Shen Feiyun knew that he was Su Lang, perhaps due to psychological troubles, he discovered some subtle differences.

The old friend is sitting upright, but because he is tall and straight, and he doesn't want to look ugly, so he pretends to be five or six; but in his eyes, Su Lang sitting upright is serious and extremely cute.

Shen Feiyun leaned over, lowered his head and kissed Su Lang's temple hair, thinking about how to speak.

Su Lang was not polite at all, turned around directly, stretched out his hand to grab his shoulder, and kissed him carefully, looking like a seasoned veteran of Jian Yishan.

Before Shen Feiyun finished the draft, what he wanted to say was stillborn, and he kissed back emotionally.

The two stayed tenderly for a long time before parting reluctantly.

"There is something, I think it's better to tell you." Shen Feiyun said slowly.

"what?"

"Shi Hongying may not be of the same heart with you, and she might even secretly support Jian Yichen. If you want to argue, be careful with what you say. If you don't want to keep it private, you can tell her all about it, and if you don't know it, spread it to Jian Yichen's ears."

Su Lang woke up like a dream, never expected that Shen Feiyun, who repeatedly told him to stay away from fighting and go roaming the mountains and rivers, would say such scheming words.

For a moment, his heart was overwhelmed.

Shen Feiyun never changed, he just asked Su Lang and Mo Tingfeng to follow him.

But he will also change, he has worked hard to figure out for Jian Yishan, and stepped into the sword.

Su Lang always knew that Shen Feiyun was smart, but he never used his smartness in economic affairs.

From Su Lang's point of view, Shen Feiyun is a clear peak that kites flying in the sky can rest in peace, but now this person who looks like a clear breeze and bright moon suddenly told himself that the flowing clouds in the mountains are actually no different from him.

"I know, I understand everything." Su Lang grabbed Shen Feiyun's shoulder, seemingly crying, "You are really my friend, you understand me, want me to protect me... this kind of heart, I... I remember down..."

Shen Feiyun didn't know what was going on in his mind, but when he saw Su Lang's reaction, he felt baffled and couldn't figure out why the other party reacted like this.

"Forget it," Shen Feiyun said coyly, "Go take a shower and take another medicine, let's go to bed earlier."