He had no choice but to humbly use Qinggong to jump up. As soon as he sat down, Yin'er tried to hide his fear: "I'm hungry, give me a peach!" Yue Feng smiled, spread his hands out, and they were empty. Yin'er's stomach immediately growled, and he looked at

The monkeys shared the food with the soles of their feet, and Yin'er could only drool.

Yue Feng seemed to be very familiar with every plant and tree here. He knew all kinds of fruits and animals. Along the way, he whipped many fruits down with Fujin Whip, so that Yin'er had a good taste.

After Yin'er finished eating, he looked at the Fujin Whip and said, "This Fujin Whip is used to beat fruits for you. Is it overkill?" "What's the waste?"

"Have you ever heard of the story of swords and swords in Jiangshan?"

Yue Feng was startled: "I know a thing or two." Yin'er whispered: "The Fu Jin Whip was originally one of the most precious treasures of the Jin Kingdom. Later, it was stolen from the palace by the Yun family and was scattered among the people. Many knights used it.

After that, we finally arrived in Shandong. At the beginning of last year, I had someone snatch it from Xin Zhengtao, the last owner of Fujin Whip..."

"Then do I still want to thank you?" Yue Feng sneered. Yin'er was stunned: "I don't want your thanks! I just want to know, how could such a good weapon end up in the hands of a nobody like you?"

Yue Feng said coldly: "First, this weapon may not be a good weapon. Second, I am not a nobody, I am now a great traitor that everyone can kill."

Yin'er was soft-hearted: "Don't give up on yourself, okay?" After a pause, he said: "The Fujin Whip is very powerful, cutting iron like mud. Any weapon, including the Xiyin Sword and the Drinking Hate Knife, is no match for it."

Yue Feng sighed: "What's the use to me? Zhang Mengyu didn't know where he got this whip. When the master found out, he sternly reprimanded him and asked me to return it to others... However, the master also got into trouble because of this.

Woe..." There was rebelliousness and deep sadness in his eyes.

Yin'er said: "Why do you always keep a straight face? Why don't you shed tears?"

Yue Feng raised his head and stared at her. They stared at each other for a long time.

Yue Feng whispered: "I forgot how to cry."

Yin'er was stunned.

"Have you seen my eyes? They have learned to be strong a long time ago."

"This will make your heart very hurt..." Yin'er said carefully.

"I don't believe in tears." Yue Feng fell into painful memories again, "The last time I shed tears was when I was five years old, the day before my parents died. That night, a woman happened to come...

"Mom asked me to go back to my room. I looked out through the crack in the door. They were talking, and the woman shed tears. I felt so pitiful, not to mention my parents..."

"Who is that woman?"

"Her tears are still vivid in my mind. She impressed my parents on the first night, and poisoned them to death the next day..."

"Is that woman a golden person?"

"It's... it's said that my father's other woman... From now on, I feel that tears are not precious."

Yin'er paused and said: "Because this woman, according to the anti-golden alliance, can only be friends with the Jin people at most. In fact, I don't think we can make generalizations. Her tears are not precious, but the tears of others are.

.If you want to take revenge, you can’t live in her shadow, and you can’t suppress yourself. Being too depressed will shorten your life.”

Yue Feng's deep voice was very powerful: "Maybe death will be a relief for me."

Yin'er said: "Then you clarify yourself before you die, and it's not too late to die."

Yue Feng was startled and looked back at her: "You are really a unique person. Others would only advise me to live."

Yin'er smiled: "You are also a unique person. Others just want to live."

Looking at the rushing waves below my feet and roaring into the clouds, my ears are filled with the sound of leaves, which is subtle and pleasant, but it seems that something is missing...

Yin'er asked: "Yue Feng, do you have anyone you like?"

Yue Feng was stunned: "What are you doing?"

"Just ask."

"No." He answered simply.

"Then who is the person playing the song on the other side of you?" Yin'er smiled mysteriously.

Yue Feng said: "That is the only person I trust in Cangwu Mountain, and the only person who treats me well, named Ye Lanshan."

"Only? What about your master Zhang Hai?"

Yue Feng smiled bitterly: "He has passed away..."

"Isn't it a 'human' after death?" Yin'er laughed dumbly.

"So many people are afraid of death." His answer was always concise.

"Tell me the story of Lan Shan." She begged.

"There is no story, just a life that goes back and forth every day for more than ten years. It's just that she is the mountain and I am the wind. The wind can't live without the mountain, and the mountain can't live without the wind."

Yin'er smiled and said, "The wind can be without the mountain, but the mountain cannot be without the wind.' A man's arrogance can especially escape, but a woman's arrogance cannot escape.' Do you know why there is a pair of Yinhen swords, and only a pair of Xiyin swords?

One? Because the Drinking Hate Sword can survive on its own, but the Xiyin Sword cannot live without the Drinking Hate Sword..."

Yue Feng was not very interested in what she said: "It's getting late, let's go."
Chapter completed!