Feng Zhao, who came through the snow, was alone, but all the scenery was inferior to him.

He walked in slowly, his eyes only looked around for a while, and finally reached out to help Dad Ji, who was trembling and struggling to get up from the small wooden stool.

When Mr. Ji walked in, his eyes were staring at Feng Zhao, and his cracked mouth was trembling, wanting to say something.

Feng Zhao saw something strange in his excited eyes and said in a gentle voice: "Do you recognize me?"

"Feng, you are from Feng!"

Dad Ji finally spit out a complete sentence from his mouth, his eyes were filled with anger and hatred, and he pushed Feng Zhao away: "You are all the source of war! They are you noble spiritual practitioners,

In order to compete for the world, we ordinary people will die and escape. Feng's family, the Medicine King Valley Feng's family said that helping the people of the world is simply a fraud! At the beginning, you, the Medicine King Valley, were the first to withdraw from our Beibing, and let us go

How many people have no doctors and no medicinal materials to be sick and die!”

Feng Ming had never seen his second brother be humiliated in person like this. He immediately flashed and blocked Feng Zhao and looked at Dad Ji coldly.

"What's the matter with our Medicine King Valley in Beibing?" Feng Ming had a cold face, and Dad Ji was shocked and was about to fall backwards.

Now the others didn't care about eating, so they put down the bowl and surrounded them.

Feng Zhao reached out to stop Feng Ming.

"A Ming, don't be impulsive."

Feng Zhao used his eyes to signal Feng Ming to retreat aside.

Dad Ji is inconvenient in legs and feet, he is old and has no spiritual power, so how could he hurt Feng Zhao? But Feng Ming admires Feng Gang the most, and the one he respects most is Feng Zhao. The first time he saw someone dare to treat Feng Zhao

When I spoke like this, I immediately became angry.

If the other party was not an ordinary old man, Feng Ming could have ruined the other party on the spot.

"Old man, everyone in the world should know the grudge between the Yaowang Valley and Yuan Beibing. It doesn't make sense to decide who is right or who is wrong now. Whether my Yaowang Valley will help the world will naturally be in millions of years.

There is no need to explain at this time. I just want to remind you that there is no Beibing now, only Daqin. In the future, the old man should not mention the past again. Looking at the future, it will be easier."

Feng Zhao was not angry at all. He looked at the people surrounding him, his tone was neither anxious nor slow, with a pleasing force.

"It's hard and cold all year round and is on the border. You're already having a hard time here. Remembering that the past is not good for you, isn't it?"

The war has ended, and I have experienced the hardships I don’t want to experience. Now I have finally survived it, so why are I dragged down by the past and dare not look forward?

What's the point of living like that?

Everyone looked at Dad Ji.

Ji Nanxing didn't know when he walked to Dad Ji and held Dad Ji, while evacuating the people around him: "Everyone is dispersed, it's getting dark, everyone will go back to rest after dinner."

Ordinary people are not qualified to interfere in the matter of spiritual practitioners. If Dad Ji really angers the other party, he is really going to be finished.

Compared to a person like Dad Ji who is older and stubborn, Ji Nanxing is so open-minded.

The matter between Medicine King Valley and the Northern Ice City is not something that ordinary people can intervene. The fight between gods and immortals really hurt the innocent is the act of the Royal Family of the Arctic recruiting all the young and strong labor forces back then, and the Royal Family of the Arctic was not far from that.

The practice of rushing troops south from thousands of miles away!

At best, Yaowang Valley does not help Beibing, and it is even more impossible to talk about the fact that it really hurts the people of Beibing.

"That. Two, please don't bother with Mr. Ji. His son was seriously ill at that time and was originally treated in Yaowang Pavilion. Later, the Yaowang Pavilion suddenly withdrew from Beibing. Mr. Ji's son did not come because he had no doctor's treatment.

So I felt a little angry, so I asked the two of you to give up your hands and spare Mr. Ji's rude words just now."

Ji Nanxing asked several other men of great age to help Ji Daddy down before apologizing to Feng Zhao and the others.

Feng Zhao smiled: "It's okay."

Seeing that Feng Zhao was three points more beautiful than Feng Ming, Ji Nanxing felt a little worried and had to free up the place for a few people: "You must have something to talk about, so we won't disturb you."

After saying that, Ji Nanxing bowed to Ling Xiaotian who was standing aside and watching coldly, and then helped drive the people around him who wanted to stay and watch the fun back to their respective residences.

Feng Zhao then looked at Ling Xiaotian: "Do you want to talk about it here?"

Ling Xiaotian raised his eyebrows, turned around and walked towards his residence.

The three of them arrived in Ling Xiaotian's yard. Feng Ming leaned against the door of the yard with his hands wrapped around his chest, looking at the snowflakes that began to fall from the sky with a cold face.

Feng Zhao took out a stool and sat in the yard, looking at Ling Xiaotian squatting on the threshold and drinking hot water.

Ling Xiaotian glanced at the exquisite carved priest chair under Feng Zhao's butt, and sneered: "The Valley Master is used to enjoying it."

Feng Zhao heard the ridicule in the other party's words, but just smiled: "My little girl always stays in pots, bowls, tables and chairs when she goes out. I have seen so many times that I can also learn from her to stay with her. It's true that she can save money.

A lot of things have happened.”

For example, the other party's intentional childish behavior of taking the opportunity to make his majestic and childish behavior suddenly cannot achieve his goal.

Ling Xiaotian also had no intention of pouring a cup of water for Feng Zhao. Feng Zhao also smugly asked for a small case table to put it in front of him. At the same time, there were exquisite tea cups and stoves on the case table, and he also started to boil water to prepare for tea.

This reminds Feng Zhao of the days when he visited Tianxia Yaowang Pavilion alone. Isn’t it just like this that he enjoys himself by cooking tea with one person?

Seeing that Feng Zhao could still smile and cook tea with polite movements, Ling Xiaotian's mouth twitched.

"You and Feng Ming are not like each other at all."

Feng Ming was cold by him, but he didn't look as comfortable as Feng Zhao.

"You are completely different from Lingdi."

Ling Xiaotian narrowed his eyes, and his aura suddenly changed, and he became a little dangerous.

Feng Ming, who was standing at the gate of the yard, immediately looked over vigilantly.

"Why get angry? You asked me to come not to worry about these past grievances." Feng Zhao brewed tea, poured it into the teacup, and threw it out in the direction of Feng Ming.

Feng Ming stopped it, stared at Ling Xiaotian and slowly started drinking.

"When Ling Xiaofeng sneaked into Qin Mufeng in the South China Sea God Palace, Xiaowu cut his arm off. You want to avenge Ling Xiaofeng and fight Qin Mufeng, and you cut his arm off. This matter should be considered."

"Far further away, the grudge between your master Ling Fengcheng and my elder brother Feng Gang, I think you should not have the intention to intervene."

"Why not?" Ling Xiaotian asked back.

"Because Princess Ji Ling should have had an old acquaintance with you back then, right?"

Ling Xiaotian's eyes flashed.

"You should be very clear about why Princess Ji Ling's death caused. Her life is considered to be on the head of Lingfeng City. Lingfeng City almost killed my elder brother Feng Gang, and later he died again

My elder brother Feng Gang can only count the cycle of reincarnation in the hands of heaven.”
Chapter completed!