In the picture,
Qing Shan Lao Zu is shown holding a knife in front of the third elder and Yu Wu Jie.
Even though it's just a picture, when the knife is drawn, the strong momentum still makes Peng Ying's red lips open in surprise.
Under the intimidation, her face turned even more pale.
"Look, it's this knife." The picture is short, and in just a moment, you can see the full appearance of the peerless divine knife. Seizing the opportunity, Peng Ying hurriedly shouted, "A kitchen knife?"
When she saw the full appearance, Peng Ying asked in astonishment. "Yes, a kitchen knife," Yu Wu Jie said, "I don't know what the mindset of the senior who crafted this knife was, but it doesn't matter. What's important is that this knife is indeed very powerful. With this knife, the battle between Qing Shan Lao Zu and Xuan Wu Lao Zu is no longer a concern."
"Mm!"
Peng Ying absentmindedly nodded her head, seeming to be thinking about something.
"What's wrong, Ying'er, is there something on your mind?" Yu Wu Jie asked softly.
"No, I just feel...I just feel that this kitchen knife is very familiar as if I've seen it somewhere."
"Ah, don't think too much, you must be mistaken," Yu Wu Jie laughed, "Even the Lao Zu treasures it at this level. How could you have seen it?"
"Right."
Peng Ying also nodded, feeling that the idea was quite unbelievable.
"Well, I'll get you into the inner sect as soon as possible," Yu Wu Jie hugged Peng Ying's small waist, "It's just a matter of time, otherwise, people will keep gossiping."
Peng Ying twisted her waist and said, "Thank you, Brother Wu Jie, you're nice."
...
Autumn is here.
Leaves cover the ground in a thick layer.
Yi Feng donned his clothes as the frigid breeze set in. He even spread a blanket on his recliner, yet the clamminess in the air penetrated through the layers of his attire.
The piercing cold made Yi Feng freeze.
Fortunately, as a person from Earth, although he was lazy, he was also resourceful. He made a reflective iron sheet and created a stove. Then he placed the flame bead in it and relied on the reflection of the iron sheet to emit heat, instantly warming Yi Feng's entire body.
"The Otherworldly Version of Little Sun, only one in the world, and it doesn't even use electricity."
Yi Feng raised the corners of his mouth and looked outside the street.
Not far away, a desolate figure with a drooping head returned.
"Ah!"
Yi Feng sighed, it seems that Zhong Qing's talent is not enough to join the Qing Shan Sect.
"Greetings, Master."
Yi Feng nodded and smiled at him, saying, "It's cold, sit down and warm up by the fire!"
"It's okay, Master, I'm going to practice a few sets of punches, cook rice, pick vegetables, and wait for you to come and cook," Zhong said and walked towards the inner hall.
"Yi Feng let out a sigh. The weather had turned cold, and business had slowed down significantly.
"It looks like I need to come up with a new plan," Yi Feng said as he patted the dog next to him and walked over to his desk.
He picked up his pen and began to write. Soon, the characters for "The Supreme Treasure and Purple Cloud Fairy" appeared on the paper.
Yi Feng had no choice but to write stories during the winter months. The income from his martial arts school was barely enough to sustain him, and he hoped to sell some of his stories to make ends meet.
Last winter, he had written a book called "Dream of the Red Chamber," but it had not sold well.
This year, he decided to write a book about the love story of two characters from "Journey to the West." As a 90s generation kid from Earth, he had a special attachment to their story.
He didn't expect many people to read his book, but if a few people bought it, it would improve his life.
Fortunately, a local merchants' association had offered to help him print and sell his books.
As he wrote on the paper, he heard a cough outside the door.
Yi Feng put down his pen and went to the door, where he saw an old man in a raincoat. The man had sharp features and a scar that ran down his nose.
Yi Feng recognized the man as Wu yonghong, an old friend of his. However, he always found Wu to be a little strange.
Every time Wu visited him, he would stand outside the door and stare at the sign for his martial arts school for a long time.
Sure enough, Wu was staring at the sign again.
"Long time no see, my friend," Wu said after a while.
Yi Feng's mouth twitched slightly.
"I'm not sure what's wrong with you, old man, but at your age, you should have some common sense. Your manner of speaking always seems forgetful," Yi Feng muttered, a hint of frustration in his tone.
But since the two met, this old man has always called him that way, and Yi Feng has also become accustomed to it, so he also calls him that way.
"Brother Wu, long time no see," Yi Feng called out.
"Haha, I admire you, brother," looking at the plump Yi Feng, he flashed a shrewdness in his eyes and said with a smile, "We are the same kind of people, but you are more extreme than me!"
"Huh?"
Yi Feng was confused and didn't understand.
This old man was used to speaking in riddles, and Yi Feng didn't pay much attention to it. He asked, "It's cold outside, do you want to come in and sit for a while?"
Wu nodded and walked towards Yi Feng, as usual not entering Yi Feng's martial arts hall, but sitting on the steps outside the door.
Seemingly understanding something, Yi Feng said, "Right, spying on people's secrets is a big taboo, you and I don't have to be so formal!"