After Ling Fei and others left, a slight slight fluctuation flashed over the space, and then two figures appeared. If Ling Fei was here, he could recognize that the two were the Jianfeng in blue and Shi Potian, who met in the forest.

At this time, Shi Potian looked puzzled and asked, "Senior, why didn't you kill that guy just now? Seeing that he was full of evil spirits, he must be nothing good."

Canfeng looked calm and said, "Ling Fei needs to continue to improve his cultivation. With him, he may be able to urge Ling Fei to practice. Ling Fei needs to walk on the road ahead by himself. Outsiders can't help him much."

Shi Potian said oh and asked again: "Senior, you knew this was the power of killing the sky. You asked this person specifically to remind Ling Fei, do you think you can wake him up? "

Canfeng said: "Yes, the little guy's cultivation is too low, and he doesn't know that the world is high. His magic tricks are unusual. Besides, the little guy also has his own mission, so others can't help."

Shi Potian's expression was a little confused. The more Canfeng said he was less confused, the more he didn't understand, so he stopped asking about this and said, "Senior, where are we going now?"

"Central Domain, improve your strength. Although you have reached the level of the Earth Sect, your cultivation is not very stable, so..." Canfeng paused and said, "The next purpose is to give you a stable level of the Earth Sect." He said calmly, and as soon as he finished speaking, it turned into a ray of light that dissipated in front of him. Seeing this, Shi Potian followed behind Canfeng, turning into a stream of light, flashing away.

...

It was already dusk in the afternoon. Ling Fei brought Feng Xiao Zhang Wei and others home and asked his mother Yan Xiru to cook to show her gratitude. If she were not everyone today, I was afraid she would have been in her life, so how could she have always smiled like she is now!

In the distance, a pretty figure walked up quickly, wearing a light pink dress, a butterfly flower hanging ears and a green jade hairpin, a standard oval face, a vanilla beauty as bright as spring, charming. It also seemed like a fairy descending to earth, without a trace of worldly world, as if she was not in the world, and was extremely beautiful. This pretty figure was Yang Yuer.

When Yang Yu'er heard that when the young master came back, she immediately put down her work and ran towards her direction. She wanted to see with her own eyes whether the young master was injured and rushed over to serve the young master. In Yang Yu'er's eyes, the young master was the only relative and no one could replace him. Even if Ling Fei said something that he wanted to die by himself, she would never hesitate.

The pretty figure ran towards Ling Fei's room with panic. His pretty face was blushing, like an apple, and seemed to be like a flower, which easily made people feel a hint of pity.

Ling Fei was chatting with everyone in the room at this moment. Suddenly, he noticed a breath coming from afar, and was very familiar, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After a while, a girl in a pink dress pushed the door open, carrying a faint girlish fragrance. As soon as the girl entered the door, everyone's eyes gathered at a little while. Under the light, the girl's pretty face turned slightly red and looked very shy. Her clear and transparent pair of dark eyes seemed to sweep casually, but in fact she was looking for the weakened figure in her heart. Isn't the girl Yang Yuer?

"Young Master!" Yang Yuer finally found Ling Fei under the pressure of many eyes. Her face immediately flashed with joy. She pounced on Ling Fei's arms regardless of the existence of everyone, and said in a trembling voice: "I miss you so much!" Although Yang Yuer and Ling Fei had not seen each other for only half a day, the former seemed to be living like a year.

Ling Fei was stunned. Unexpectedly, Yang Yuer was so brave that she dared to rush in front of everyone. This was not like the one Yuer she used to be! Then he helped her up again.

Many monks looked at the two of them indifferently. Although there was a smile on their faces, a hint of envy flashed in their eyes. Ling Fei had such a beautiful Yang Yuer at this age. If it were placed in the future, Ling Fei would definitely be a romantic person in the eyes of everyone.

Seeing this, Feng Xiao smiled and said, "Young Master Ling Fei is indeed a blessing. Miss Yu'er is beautiful, and she is a pair of beauties made of heaven and earth."

Hearing this, Ling Fei didn't react much, but she kept giggling there, but Yang Yu'er was thin-skinned. After hearing Feng Xiao's words, a hint of shyness appeared on her pretty face. She lowered her head and blushed, and whispered: "I'm just a maid of the young master, don't make fun of me."

Zhang Wei laughed and said, "Why should Miss Yu'er be so humble? Who can't tell what the young master means to you? We can see through your thoughts about the young master at a glance."

When Yang Yuer heard this, she lowered her head shyly and did not dare to say a word, which made everyone laugh.

At this moment, a man wearing a simple note came. It was the servant of the Ling family. He stood in front of the door. The servant said respectfully: "Young master, the meal is ready, the lady is asking you to eat."

When Ling Fei heard this, his originally calm smile suddenly stopped, and his expression suddenly froze. All this was so familiar. If it were normal, the person who came to ask Ling Fei to have a meal should be Mr. Lian, but Mr. Lian died to help him block Mo Xiongyang's attack.

"Master Lian, Master Lian..." Ling Fei's eyes suddenly became wet, and a picture appeared in his mind. It was the picture before Master Lian died. That look was full of spoiling...

"Fei'er, I...I can't do it anymore. You have to live well... and don't avenge me..." The last sentence that Master Lian said was not to avenge him, but to let himself live well, entirely for himself.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Fei's black eyes slowly closed and recalled. At this moment, everything in the room seemed to be still and the air solidified. Feng Xiao, Zhang Wei and others did not speak or disturb Ling Fei's memories.

After a long time, a delicate jade hand held Ling Fei's palm, and a faint aftertaste of warmth woke Ling Fei up from his dream, breaking the memories.

After looking at the person below, Ling Fei waved his hand to signal him to leave and led everyone to the hall.

Before everyone could reach the door, a strong smell of food came to their noses. Feng Xiao and others were amazed at Ling's mother's excellent cooking skills, and even envied Ling Fei.

At the dinner table, Ling Wei and Yan Xiru had been waiting for everyone. Seeing that everyone was coming, Ling Wei hurriedly stood up and let everyone take their seats.

Feng Xiao, Zhang Wei and others were not polite, and sat directly at the table and savored Yan Xiru's craftsmanship carefully. After tasting, they all raised their fingers to Ling's mother and expressed their sincere appreciation.

Ling Wei knew that these monks in front of him were helping Ling Fei against the Mo family, so he kept thanking them. His face was full of smiles, and there was a hint of pride in it. He was proud of Ling Fei. Only one of them could help so many Xuanwang masters with his other cultivation level. This was the first person in Rixia City.

Seeing his son getting stronger and stronger, Ling Wei was extremely happy. He hoped that his son would become successful, so why isn’t every father hoped to see this?

Ling Wei and everyone thanked him a few words and handed over the right to speak to Ling Fei, and the connections still need to be from Ling Fei.

Ling Fei chatted with everyone for about an hour before Feng Xiao got up and said goodbye. Ling Fei naturally sent him to the door and watched Feng Xiao leave. Ling Fei did not return to the house until he could not see him.

A room with a simple plot was prepared for Dahei Zhang Wei and others. Since Zhang Wei and others have exposed their identities, Ling Fei naturally does not need them to live in the inn. It is more convenient to stay directly.

After beating everyone, Ling Fei picked up a jar of water and wine and walked towards the backyard.

A small path that was not too wide appeared in front of Ling Fei, and walked over on the bumpy stones. In a short while, Ling Fei appeared in a courtyard.

Several long willow trees were scattered unfairly around, and a tomb was piled up at the corners. The wooden tombstone was engraved with four small fonts of Chen Lianzhi's tomb. When he first saw his mother Yan Xiru, Ling Fei asked Lian's cemetery.

"Master Lian, Fei'er is here to see you." Ling Fei knelt in front of the tomb in a daze, tears in his eyes were rolling around his eyes, as if it could fall down at any time.

"Mr. Lian, it was Fei'er who harmed you. If you hadn't blocked the old man Mo Xiongyang's attack for Fei'er, you wouldn't have died. Fei'er who harmed you! Mr. Lian..." Recalling the scene when he was with Chen Lian again, Ling Fei could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes, and his heart was filled with self-blame. He picked up the wine jar with both hands, pulled off the red cloth cover, and drank the water wine in big gulp.

After a long time, Ling Fei's face turned red, his brain became dizzy, and he lay on the ground, and two lines of tears flowed down again. "Mr. Lian... Mr. Lian..." Ling Fei was unable to drink, and half a jar of water and wine had already made Ling Fei drunk.

Yang Yu'er saw Ling Fei everywhere, so she guessed that he had gone to the backyard. As soon as she entered the backyard, a strong smell of wine reached Yang Yu'er's nose. Yang Yu'er hurriedly ran away and saw Ling Fei lying on the ground, so she hurriedly helped him up.

"Young Master, Young Master..." Yang Yuer pushed Ling Fei and shouted loudly.

"Huh? Why are there so many figures? Oh, Yu'er? Why are you here? It's so cold, go back quickly." Ling Fei opened his heavy eyes and shook his brain hard. Then he saw the person coming a little clearly and said drunk.

"Young Master, you're drunk, let's go back together." Yang Yuer grabbed Ling Fei's arm and wanted to help him up, but couldn't.

Ling Fei swung his arm, threw Yang Yu'er aside, fell to the ground, and shouted: "Young Master is not drunk, please walk into the house quickly, be careful that you will be angry."

When Yang Yuer heard this, her delicate body trembled slightly, tears surging at the corners of her eyes, and two lines of tears flowed down uncontrollably, running towards the way she came.

Soon, Yang Yu'er returned again, and there were a few big men beside her. It turned out to be Zhang Wei, Zhao Yulong and other five people. Seeing Ling Fei's appearance, she forced him to the room despite Ling Fei's opposition.

...

The next morning, Ling Fei woke up quietly from his sleep. There seemed to be a spring in his brain that kept twitching, which made him feel extremely headache, but Ling Fei seemed to be careless and still looked lost. It was naturally Chen Lian's business that could make Ling Fei lose his mind like this. Chen Lian died because of Ling Fei, so Ling Fei was always in self-blame.
Chapter completed!