C31 (1/2)
”Let's go.” Crimson Spirit reluctantly looked at the scenery of the wilderness.
After passing by a towering ancient tree in front of him, he only saw a few neatly arranged bamboo houses. Under the awning's guidance, they actually became one, as exquisite as a jade gem.
The bamboo house was covered in vines and small purple flowers that dotted the tender green joints of the bamboo, giving off an incomparably beautiful feeling.
As he walked along the corridor, he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart. It was as if he was once again in the middle of a street with Jiang Nan.
At the end of the corridor, Chu Feng astonishingly saw a silver-haired old man cleaning the leaves that fell from the sky. His eyes were extremely focused.
Chu Feng couldn't help but take a few more glances. He saw that the old man's arm was full of veins and the hands that tightly grasped the broom were extremely powerful. It didn't seem like he was the type of person who was going to die.
Right at the moment when Chu Feng was observing, Crimson Spirit hopped over to the old man's side. She called out ”Uncle Fu” and gestured with her hand.
When the old man saw the girl in front of him, he also gestured with his hands and lowered his head to clean the leaves on the ground.
Seeing them chatting like that, Chu Feng knew that the old man was mute and a wave of sorrow surged into his heart.
Seeing the old man's reply, the Crimson Spirit was a bit disappointed. She walked back and said, ”It's really unmemorable. They've all gone up the mountain to gather herbs. They'll only be back tomorrow afternoon.” As he spoke, he sighed helplessly.
Seeing her appearance, Chu Feng couldn't help but smile and say, ”That's nothing. It's fine if we stay here for one more night, let alone this beautiful place!”
Hearing her junior brother's exhortation, the originally depressed Crimson Spirit couldn't help but laugh as she said, ”I'll take you on a tour. Behind the bamboo shed, there is a small stream of water that has been left behind. Let's go take a look.”
Chu Feng smiled at that old man and nodded. Then, he caught up to his senior sister who had already left.
When Chu Feng and the others left, the old man who had swept the ground couldn't help but put down what he was doing. He looked at the tree of horned dragons and muttered, ”Tell me, is he the person he is waiting for?”
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head to sweep the leaves on the ground.
When the horned dragon tree heard the old man's words, its originally hard and solid body couldn't help but tremble.
For a time, the valley was filled with strange things.
In a short moment, Chu Feng and the others circled around the bamboo house. Then, they saw a light belt pouring down from the peak of the mountain.
This waterfall was a thread of the sky, also known as the thread of the sky.
About seven or eight meters away from the ground, the rock protruded out again and it was around two meters wide. Chu Feng couldn't help jumping onto the rock and he couldn't help but summon out his flying sword.
When Crimson Spirit who was below saw Chu Feng brandishing the longsword, she couldn't help shouting.
Chu Feng, who was on the rock, started to practice the Clear Spring Sword Technique with an intoxicated expression.
The water curtain that was like a ribbon floated up along with Chu Feng's trembling sword. Instantly, the water belt that was originally hanging down from the sky was cut off from his lower half.
He didn't know what was going on. Chu Feng, who was dancing with the Netherworld Sword, seemed to have returned to the bamboo forest. The feeling of looking down on the world made Chu Feng surge with passion.
However, this time around, it was not as turbulent as the last time. It kept a bit of consciousness and gave Chu Feng a chance to actively explore.
Xiao Chen carefully savored the mysteries of the way of the sword. The [Dark Spirit Sword] in his hand moved swiftly in the room, sometimes roaring like a dragon crossing the river, sometimes slow like the Yellow River, and sometimes slow like a snail.
When the Crimson Spirit Child below saw Chu Feng's state, she couldn't help but feel a bit regretful. The talent of her junior was quite good. She hadn't reached such a level in three years while she was practicing the sword, and he had such a deep feeling even after half a year.
As she secretly cast a few glances at Chu Feng who was lost in his thoughts, the Crimson Spirit walked to the side by herself.
The Netherworld Spirit Sword was still flying in his hand, but Chu Feng was a bit unsettled. He also demonstrated the moves back and forth and kept on feeling that there was something hidden underneath, but he could not grasp the main point.
After a long while, Chu Feng helplessly sighed and stopped. He looked at the Dark Spirit Sword in his hand and muttered, ”What exactly is it?” As he spoke, he scratched the back of his ear.
At the moment when Chu Feng's body was filled with energy, a figure suddenly appeared before Chu Feng. Without any warning, that figure seemed to have already stood there.
When he saw the figure clearly, he recognized it to be the old man who had swept the floor earlier.
Chu Feng smiled at him. As for that old man, he extended his hand without any change in his expression.
He looked doubtfully at the old man who extended his hand, only to see the old man pointing a finger at the Dark Spirit Sword in his hand.
As he lingered around, Chu Feng still handed the Dark Spirit Sword in his hand to the old man. This seemed to be a risky decision. If that old man had any ill intentions, then it was likely that Chu Feng would have to play like this.
When the old man received the longsword, he took a few steps away before squatting down and leaping into the air, the longsword in his hand dancing non-stop.
In mid-air, the water splendor circled around the old man. The muslin belt danced with the sword in the old man's hand.
Standing on the rock, Chu Feng sized up the old man's movements and he discovered that it was the Clear Spring Sword Technique that he was practicing.