Haoxue was stunned. I wonder why Chen Feng had just dried his clothes and got into the river again.

The ripples on the river surface have gradually dissipated. Before Chen Feng came up, Haoxue couldn't help but feel anxious. She walked towards the riverside and was about to jump in to search. At this time, Chen Feng finally surfaced, shook his hands and threw two strange fish that looked like human faces, grinned, and jumped onto the shore.

"You actually went..." Haoxue didn't know when she saw Chen Feng's right hand being bitten by a strange-faced fish. She was moved and angry, and took out a white cloth to bandage it for him.

"No, my wound heals very quickly." Although Chen Feng said that, he still obediently asked Haoxue to help him bandage the wound.

It feels so good that some people care. Chen Feng felt sweet in his heart. However, when he thought of leaving Haoxue from now on, he didn't know if he would have a chance to meet in his life, and his heart was filled with sourness.

Those who are sad and intoxicated are only different, and no one can escape the vulgarity. Perhaps, a person who rides a horse for life is nothing more than the flying catkins in the long pavilion and short pavilion. However, it is gratifying that he finally experienced it.

He waved his hand and said goodbye to Haoxue. Haoxue's figure gradually drifted away, but Chen Feng stood by the river and refused to leave for a long time.

Since he was separated from his grandfather and grandmother and entered the secret world, Haoxue is undoubtedly the most sincere person to Chen Feng. The storm in Linmo Mountain is about to come and the wind fills the building, and the future is treacherous. Everyone is in it like a small boat in the wind and waves, and there is a possibility of overturning at any time. When Chen Feng and Haoxue part, they are like Pingshen, and I don’t know if there is a possibility of reunion.

Because of this farewell, Chen Feng felt another passionate emotion of human beings, that is, concern.

For everyone, no matter how beautiful life is, it is inevitable that there will be phases and waxing, joys and sorrows, and even relaxed life will suddenly appear. These thoughts sometimes float like white clouds in summer, giving people beautiful imaginations, and sometimes like the collapsed clouds instantly turning low, and finally turning into a downpour, bringing the coolness of late autumn. This often unexpected thought is concern. It is these concerns that make life no longer thin.

Concern is the most true and pure thought in the world, and is an inseparable feeling. Unlike other feelings, it has no utilitarianism, no impurities, and no hypocrisy. The further away they are, the heavier the weight of concern is. It is like a long vine, no matter where it climbs, it is deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Chen Feng also felt concern in the past. Those concerns came from grandfather and grandmother, which were the most selfless family affection as the love of his parents. Now, his concern for Haoxue is pure friendship and some indescribable feelings. In a foreign land as a stranger, Chen Feng once received a deep attention, sincere blessings and comfort, and Chen Feng was filled with gratitude.

Chen Feng is very young, and he is eager to soar in the higher sky. However, kites are destined to shake without strings, and birds are destined to fly without nests. Chen Feng cherishes his touch and sustenance especially.

It was not until the sunset that Chen Feng cherished his surging feelings and decided to listen to Haoxue's advice and go to Majiabao to use the strange face fish to improve his cultivation.

Walking along the river bank, there is the blue river water beside you, clear and clear, and it is fascinating. With the slanting rays, Chen Feng is fascinated by this familiar water surface.

The river bank is full of trees, lush and lush, and it has a pastoral flavor against the golden setting sun and the turquoise river water.

Not far from the river, there are vaguely scattered in groups. Compared with the fishing villages by the sea, these villages are naturally unique in nature. There is no such shocking opportunity in the Secret World or the dream of immortality, but the scenery is beautiful and the people are simple. It is far from the hustle and bustle and vanity of the city. People can enjoy natural gifts leisurely. This is a pleasure that secretaries cannot enjoy.

Although it was getting late, Chen Feng's childlike innocence was aroused and he took a detour to the nearest small village. It would be late, and at most he would just walk around at night.

This small mountain village is called Banpo Village, which is located on the hillside at the foot of Linmo Mountain. The village is surrounded by evergreen trees such as pine and cypress, so although it is autumn, it is still lush. Because it is late, people who are busy farming come back. Although they have been busy for a day, they do not feel tired. When they are excited, they often sing a mountain song with melodious and beautiful singing, with rich local characteristics.

The pond at the entrance of the village is clear and clear, and the swimming fish shuttle freely in the water. The buffaloes who had just worked for their master for a day tried to soak their bodies in the water, revealing only the cow's heads. The sound of rushing over and slapping the water is heard from time to time. Regardless of the call of their parents to ask them to go home, the children still pointed at the edge of the pond, and occasionally threw down a few stones.

There is a small pavilion by the pond. Several old men who had eaten were sitting around and talking loudly, and extremely cheerful laughter came from time to time.

Looking at the smoke from cooking, Chen Feng walked around the village. The villagers were very friendly to Chen Feng, a stranger. Next to a blacksmith shop at the entrance of the village, two old men were playing chess with the fire in the shop. Several onlookers stretched their heads to watch the development of the situation, but no one violated the rules and made random tricks. Seeing Chen Feng coming, someone gave in, freeing up a place to watch for Chen Feng, and some people smiled and greeted Chen Feng.

The sun gradually settled and finally disappeared under the horizon. The faint smell of firewood from each household and the fragrance of flowers and plants in the air spread out, forming the unique atmosphere of the mountain village in the evening, refreshing the heart.

Chen Feng stood outside the village and felt that although he had not practiced during this journey, his cultivation level had increased slightly compared to before. This way of increasing his cultivation level was probably something that most secret masters did not have.

Although I have not been with this strange village for a long time, Chen Feng’s gains have been quite good.

Chen Feng had a faint feeling: the cultivation of the secret person is all about finding a way to improve his cultivation and eventually ascend. According to the nameless old monk in the treasure hunting place, the cultivation of the secret person is nothing more than three types of physical body, secret power, secret treasure, and secret consciousness. However, if he just walked around this village, why did his cultivation significantly improve? Where did these secret powers come from?

If you talk about how different your walking is from your usual days, it means that your feelings have fluctuated and you are immersed in it. Perhaps, in addition to the three methods mentioned by the old monk in the name, there are other methods of cultivation, such as entering the Tao with emotion?

Chen Feng felt that he had touched a wider avenue, but he couldn't explain how to walk up. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sing the mountain village song he had just learned:

"Whose daughter listens to the songbirds on the branches. She has been holding a pot and selling wine for a long time, and she must go early when the cake is burnt.

I forgot the way I came here while drunk, so I asked the place where the travelers lived. I only looked for the ancient temple and passed the Wuzhu Tree in Xinan."

In the slightly rising night, Chen Feng stood under the black trees in front of the village, looking at the towering Linmo Mountains in the distance. In the blue-gray mountains, I don’t know what kind of tragic battles are being staged.

But no matter what, Chen Feng became more and more confident in moving forward.
Chapter completed!