Chapter 198: Wang Ding Ice Silkworm

Xuan Nan originally intended to strike Hui Jing with one palm, but unexpectedly, the figure before him flickered suddenly—someone, in the blink of an eye, seized Hui Jing by the nape of the neck and pulled him away forcefully, causing his palm strike to miss.

Though this person's move was light, it was just right; Xuan Nan's eyes flashed with clarity as he saw clearly that it was Feng Yi, who had just left.

Though Xuan Nan's cultivation was strong, he reckoned he could not manage it himself, and his body fell from the roof.

As he fell, intentionally or not, he glanced at A Zi; upon landing, he lowered his eyelids again, as if nothing had happened.

Xuan Tong, however, was more hot-tempered and shouted: "Wicked obstacle, dare to act rudely before the chief seat?"

Seeing her uncle's white beard flying and his mighty presence, Hui Jing was so frightened his face turned ashen; had he not been short and plump, held by Feng Yi with his feet off the ground, he could have collapsed.

After all, striking Xuan Nan this once would be enough to ruin him.

Hui Jing did not know where Feng Yi came from, but seeing the two elders not intervene and only scold him, he sensed this person must be extraordinary, and his thoughts raced.

Feng Yi released his grip, saw Hui Jing placed on the ground, and bowed: "Two venerable masters, Hui Jing merely bumped into a little girl—why must you be so angry and strike so heavily?"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Nan and Xuan Tong's expressions eased slightly.

But A Zi shouted: "This bald donkey——"

"A Zi!" Feng Yi softly rebuked: "Don't you know any manners?"

A Zi pouted, gave Hui Jing a glance: "I can be polite to others, but he just bumped into me and it hurt so much—why should I be polite?"

Feng Yi shook his head: "Several venerable masters, this woman is willful and has offended many; I hope you will forgive her."

Xuan Nan pressed his palms together: "No need for courtesy—this young lady is frank and straightforward, a refreshing person!"

A Zi was delighted, about to speak, but seeing Feng Yi glance over, her heart jumped, and she quickly shut her mouth.

Feng Yi added: "If so, then please, venerable masters, show great magnanimity and spare Master Hui Jing!"

Xuan Nan pressed his palms together: "Amitabha, Feng benefactor has misunderstood. To speak truthfully, I feel ashamed—this Hui Jing is my disciple's nephew, only because our temple failed in teaching, he violated many precepts and rules, left the temple without permission over a year ago, and committed many misdeeds.

The abbot elder brother sent people everywhere to search; now that we have seen him, we must naturally take him back to the temple."

Feng Yi smiled: "Ah, so that's it!" Thinking: "Indeed!"

Originally, he had seen this monk was plump and heard Xuan Nan loudly scold Hui Jing, which reminded him of the plot where You Tanzhi's Ice Silkworm was not his, but stolen from Hui Jing.

But since Shaolin Temple treated him with courtesy and respect, he could not forcibly seize it nor interfere in another sect's affairs, so he pretended ignorance, using the excuse that he had bumped into A Zi to rescue him, then slowly plot.

Xuan Tong's eyes widened, he shouted loudly: "You wicked obstacle, still not coming over!"

Hui Jing's heart trembled with anxiety; he glanced at Feng Yi, his legs went weak, and he fell to his knees with a thud, crying: "Great Hero, save me, save me!"

He knew he had broken many precepts; if captured and returned to Shaolin Temple, he would at best lose his cultivation, at worst lose his life. Today, he had also struck his uncle—this was even worse, so he panicked and begged for help.

He also knew that seeking help from outsiders was like putting Shaolin Temple on the fire to roast, but since he had already fled the temple, he was desperate and grasping at straws.

Seeing this, Xuan Tong felt he had utterly disgraced Shaolin Temple; a surge of anger shot straight to his heavenly spirit, and he shouted: "You wicked obstacle, better off dead!" Then he swung a palm toward Hui Jing.

Feng Yi stood nearby, flicked his hand diagonally—Xuan Tong's tiger mouth suddenly heated, he uttered: "You, you……" Before his words finished, he involuntarily stumbled back three steps.

A Zi clapped and laughed: "Great!"

Yet Xuan Nan softly intoned a Buddhist name, wore a compassionate expression as he looked at Feng Yi, but his eyes seemed to say Feng Yi was meddling unnecessarily.

Feng Yi, how could he not know he was in the wrong? He said: "Two venerable masters, speaking of your sect's affairs, outsiders have no right to interfere.

But since I acted due to misunderstanding, this is our karmic connection—saving a life must be done thoroughly, sending the Buddha all the way to the west!

I only ask the two of you to give Feng some thin face, do not blame him. If my face is not enough and you insist on blame, Feng is willing to take his punishment."

The Shaolin monks were greatly puzzled; Xuan Nan pondered: "Why does he stand up for Hui Jing? Could it be to retaliate against my senior brother and several junior brothers for striking him, deliberately making us lose face?"

They also knew of the meeting between Xuan Ci and Feng Yi Qiao Feng, so Feng Yi's current actions clearly involved asserting dominance in the martial world; Xuan Nan thought more and more, growing astonished, speechless and dazed.

Xuan Tong said: "Senior brother, how should this matter be judged? Please instruct."

Xuan Nan fixed his gaze on Feng Yi for a long while, then asked: "Venerable Feng Xia, do you have any intention or hardship?"

"Not at all—no hardship!" Feng Yi said: "But I do have intention. I have a matter that requires the trouble of this Master Hui Jing!"

"What matter?" Xuan Nan said: "I do not know if this old monk can be of help?"

Feng Yi thought: "This matter you cannot help with!" Then said: "I know Shaolin's precepts are strict, but Hui Jing's belly is as big as a pregnant woman's—he fears his body is harmed and his days are numbered. Please let him go; I will surely repay in the future!"

Seeing Hui Jing in this state, the Shaolin monks indeed saw he was ill.

Moreover, Feng Yi spoke of repayment, which made Xuan Nan and Xuan Tong hesitate somewhat.

But then a middle-aged monk said: "Hui Jing has repeatedly broken precepts; today he even defied the abbot's order and struck Senior Brother Xuan Nan—you want face, but does our Shaolin Temple not want face?"

Feng Yi smiled faintly: "That is naturally required.

It is also very simple.

Venerable Xuan Nan, Feng will stand still and not move—let you strike me three palms.

If I can withstand them, you release Hui Jing; if I cannot, dying by your hand is my own doing!"

Instantly, all the monks showed shocked expressions.

"What?"

A Zi cried out in alarm: "Are you gone mad?"

Feng Yi had just been close to Hui Jing and already felt a chill—clearly from the Ice Silkworm.

Openly seizing it, he could not do that.

But letting Shaolin take Hui Jing away would make the Ice Silkworm hard to obtain. Yet if he saved Hui Jing and then took his Ice Silkworm, it would not be a loss. Thus, he would not hesitate to endure three palms to take on this task!

Xuan Tong only felt anger fill his chest, coldly saying: "Though I know your cultivation is peerless, you must not look down on people!"

He knew Xuan Nan's cultivation ranked among the top three in the temple—few in the world could withstand one palm from him unharmed, let alone three.

Feng Yi smiled: "Venerable Xuan Nan's Sleeve Universe is renowned throughout the martial world—I would not dare to look down on it!"

Even though Xuan Nan was habitually composed, he only felt a surge of anger rush to his forehead, and he said slowly: "Good!

Since Feng benefactor has said so, respect is less than obedience!"

Feng Yi's eyes bright and spirited: "Please!"

Xuan Nan pressed his palms together, then suddenly leapt forward, his palms splitting—right palm poised to press toward Feng Yi's chest.

Feng Yi did not dodge or evade, he raised his head and straightened his body, his Qi penetrating his chest and abdomen, but in this instant, Xuan Nan changed his palm into a finger, and with three successive pokes, he struck Feng Yi's three major acupoints: the "Shanzhong", "Qihu", and "Xuangi".

These three acupoints are major points of the human body, relating to internal strength and true Qi; Xuan Nan's technique was even the Shaolin supreme skill "Tianzhu Buddha Finger", and once struck, lightly one would lose all internal strength, heavily one would die on the spot.

However, Xuan Nan felt emptiness under his finger, the true Qi had vanished without trace, and he was greatly astonished.

He struck with divine speed like electricity, with full force, but he saw Feng Yi's face calm and composed, completely unharmed; he immediately shouted in a deep voice, increasing the force on his finger, but he did not expect that Feng Yi's meridians seemed like a bottomless pit, and no matter how much finger force he poured in, it was all dissolved.

In this situation, Xuan Nan felt puzzled in his heart, yet he still did not understand why.

One must know that Feng Yi had trained by the sea and received guidance from Huang Shang; his greatest gain was not increased strength or enhanced palm power, but that he had comprehended the Emptiness Dao.

As the saying goes, "Violent rain does not last the evening"; even the strongest will have a time of decline, hence the Emptiness Dao is the ultimate profundity of martial arts.

His body was then like the vastness of heaven and the depth of the sea, encompassing all, tolerating all, and thus the true path of invincibility in all directions.

Therefore, when Xuan Nan's finger force entered Feng Yi's body, it did not only fail to seal his acupoints, but when Feng Yi's true Qi counterattacked, Xuan Nan even felt the finger force rebound upon himself, and his five viscera and six bowels seemed to have turned over.

This was like he had stored up his full strength in that finger force, and it all struck himself; Xuan Nan's Qi and blood flowed in reverse, he could not steady his steps, and he retreated three steps in succession, his face turned purple, his chest felt as if pressed by a huge stone, he suffered as if dying, and he stared at Feng Yi in utter shock.

The gazes of the others were also on Feng Yi, seeing that he too had a face red as blood, retreated several steps, and his body swayed unsteadily.

A Zi watched with her heart pounding, and she shouted loudly: "Hey, are you alright?"

Suddenly, Feng Yi exhaled a long breath, and slowly said: "Shaolin's supreme art, indeed extraordinary!"

"Extraordinary my ass!" A Zi stamped her foot in anger: "Who has ever seen someone like you take a beating without fighting back, you idiot!"

Feng Yi laughed: "Master, you still have two palms, you can continue!"

Although he had been poked three times by Xuan Nan and felt uncomfortable, he also felt great enjoyment; moreover, Xuan Nan, such an expert, is rare in the world, and such a sparring partner is hard to find, the pleasure of this is truly indescribable, so hoping he would come again is from the bottom of his heart.

Xuan Nan did not know he was being used as a sparring partner; his expression was as if startled yet not startled, he gazed at Feng Yi for a long while, and said in a hoarse voice: "The matter of Hui Jing is written off, you take him away!"

The Shaolin monks were all at a loss.

Feng Yi's brows showed joy, he made a bow: "Thank you, Master!"

He seized Hui Jing and floated away.

A Zi also said: "Wait for me!" She limped along, following after.

After seeing the few people walk away, a middle-aged monk angrily said: "Abbot, Feng Yi is too arrogant, we should fight him to the death!"

"Fight what?" Xuan Tong said coldly: "With what shall we fight?"

"Don't blame him." Xuan Nan shook his head and said slowly: "I just struck his three acupoints, but he countered with overwhelming force, impacting my five viscera and shaking my extraordinary meridians, so for a short time I cannot strike again.

And his retreat of these few steps was merely to save face for our Shaolin Temple; you are outside the situation, so naturally you do not know, and it is not strange."

The Shaolin monks heard this and fell silent for a moment; they had not expected Feng Yi's martial arts to be so strong, who under heaven could be his match?

Xuan Nan and Xuan Tong both knew that their fellow disciples had previously exchanged moves with Feng Yi and discussed it; although they knew he was formidable, the seven top experts of Shaolin should certainly be able to defeat him, but now looking at it, after a year his martial arts have made further progress; thinking of this, their faces were like dead ashes, and they suddenly turned around and entered the shop.

The others also hung their heads in dejection, following in single file.

In the blink of an eye, they came out again, going off in another direction.

……

Feng Yi walked out about a li, seeing A Zi still closely following, he suddenly turned around and struck out with an empty palm; A Zi could not control herself and was flung flatly out over ten feet, falling with a bang.

Feng Yi's this move, combining hardness and softness, was indeed skillful force; A Zi, although startled, did not feel pain, but she still cried out: "Ouch, ouch! I'm falling to my death, I'm falling to my death!"

Feng Yi said coldly: "A Zi, you and your sister are the same, both love to play tricks to deceive people, and you are ten times more vicious than she.

And I hate the people of the Xingxiu Sect; you used me to block a blade, I did not kill you, which is already out of consideration for your sister and brother-in-law's face, so you had better not overestimate yourself!"

"What sister and brother-in-law, I've never even seen them!" A Zi's eyes rolled around, and she said: "I only know you helped me, and I haven't thanked you yet!"

Feng Yi said: "I did not help you; I killed the people of the Xingxiu Sect only because I once promised someone to deal with the Xingxiu Laoguai for him, so you also do not need to thank me!" Saying this, he turned and walked away.

Feng Yi had once promised Xue Shenyi to deal with the Xingxiu Laoguai, using this as the condition for them not to besiege Qiao Feng; naturally he would not go back on his word for profit.

A Zi, hearing this, was startled: "Dealing with the Master, can you do it?" After calming her mind a little, she climbed up and snorted: "I still thought you killed them all for my sake!" Then she stumbled along after him.

Although she said this, her heart felt sour, and she added: "But you drove off my senior brothers, that's still okay to say; now that you have killed them, my Master will certainly not forgive me, and if you do not seek him out, he will surely kill you; his methods are many, so you had better not underestimate people!"

A Zi deeply understood the rules of the Xingxiu Sect; if Feng Yi were to repel these people, they would hide it to avoid losing face.

This killing would change its nature.

Within two days, the people in the inn would be able to spread the news that Feng Yi had killed the people of the Xingxiu Sect far and wide.

The Master most loves face, and also has vast supernatural powers; he will certainly come into conflict with Feng Yi, and the danger will be extreme.

A Zi grew up in the Xingxiu Sect, never worrying for others, but having just become acquainted with Feng Yi, she could not help worrying for him.

As for why, she herself does not know the reason, and secretly in her heart she calls it strange.

Feng Yi carried Hui Jing out three or five li, arrived at a secluded place, put him down, and said: "Hand over the Ice Silkworm!"

Hui Jing was startled, stared at Feng Yi as if seeing a living ghost, and blurted out: "You, you how do you know!"

"If one wants others not to know, unless one does nothing oneself!" Feng Yi spread open one hand, with a smile on his face. Hui Jing was full of suspicion, and stared at him up and down.

Feng Yi said: "I saved you only for the Ice Silkworm; hurry up and give it to me, don't lose face!"

Hui Jing immediately shouted: "This Ice Silkworm is something I painstakingly found in the Kunlun Mountains; why should I give it to you!"

Before Feng Yi could speak, A Zi already said: "You bald donkey, you guess, my elder brother only wants your things; if he killed you, could he take them away?"

She said this step by step, sentence by sentence; Hui Jing felt a chill down his spine, and secretly cursed that both of them were not good people, indeed they were a pair!

Feng Yi said: "Will you take it yourself, or shall I take it!"

"How can you be like this!" Hui Jing said, feeling wronged: "Do you know how much suffering I endured for this Ice Silkworm? I..."

Saying this, tears suddenly flowed down.

A Zi still wanted to scold him, but seeing Feng Yi wave his hand, he said: "I precisely know you have suffered hardship, so I first saved you from Shaolin's hands. This is why I come to you for it; if it were not for me, you would be caught by them, and you would certainly suffer punishment, and this Ice Silkworm would likewise not be preserved!"

Hui Jing's heart sank; if it were not for Feng Yi's intervention, Xuan Nan's one palm could split stone and crack rock, it goes without saying; even if he did not die, he would be shaken until his five viscera churned, suffering internal injury, and where could he hide? But to hand over the Ice Silkworm, he also felt unwilling.

Feng Yi suddenly took a leap forward, seized him, turned him upside down, and from his clothing pouch dropped out a gourd, silver and whatnot items.

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A Zi picked up the gourd, pulled out the stopper, and a smell of wine overflowed; she laughed: "Indeed, a monk who breaks his precepts!"

Feng Yi's gaze, however, was fixed on a package; as soon as he took it in his hand, he felt a chill, straight to the skin, and turned and walked away.

Hui Jing frowned, then struck out with both palms toward Feng Yi's back.

He had left home at a young age to join the Shaolin Temple, his cultivation was not weak, but when his two palms struck three feet behind Feng Yi's back, it was as if he had encountered an invisible force, soft as still water, yet firm as hardened steel.

With a "thud," Hui Jing flew back half a zhang, spat out a mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

A Zi looked on, both surprised and delighted: "Big brother, you are practically a divine person."

Feng Yi said nothing, placed the box in his bosom, and felt a piercing chill, involuntarily shivering.

Knowing his own strength, to make him shiver was no easy feat; he thought: "This ice silkworm is indeed formidable!" and stepped forward to take Hui Jing's pulse.

But he felt Hui Jing's vital energy was vigorous, only his internal breath did not follow the normal path; it should be that his internal strength was insufficient, and being together with the ice silkworm had caused a yin-yang imbalance, leading to his obesity.

Feng Yi placed his palm on Hui Jing's back, transmitting true qi, while also pressing several yin meridians on his body.

A Zi saw that he was saving a person, yet was utterly puzzled: "He ambushed you, why bother to care for him!"

Feng Yi glanced at her and said: "To rob someone's belongings and not want them to resist—what kind of reasoning is that under heaven?"

A Zi was left stunned.

In her view, the Xingxiu Sect robbing others' belongings was the other party's fortune; if the other dared to resist, that was seeking death!

Hui Jing was dazed, his consciousness not yet extinguished; Feng Yi's true qi was mighty and vast, flowing along the meridians, and wherever it passed, the yin-cold qi within his body gradually neutralized, his whole body warm and comfortable, and he immediately opened his eyes.

Feng Yi said: "This thing is only harmful to you; I have treated your injury, your life is saved—live well!"

Having spoken, he withdrew his palm, rose, and walked away.

He had obtained the ice silkworm, saved a life—no loss!

A Zi called out: "Wait for me!"

Feng Yi paid no heed, deployed his lightness skill, his long robe not lifted, yet his lightness skill had reached perfection, his steps not large but swift, as if his feet did not touch the ground, gliding forward.

A Zi thought: "His lightness skill is truly excellent, nearly matching my master's." Her legs ached, yet she stubbornly followed behind, occasionally crying out "ai ya."

Feng Yi glanced back, his brow slightly furrowed, thinking: "Although this woman is willful and vicious, she is steadfast in character." He then slowed his pace, waiting for A Zi to catch up, and said: "Whether or not it was for you, I have already dealt with your pursuers—why must you follow me?"

A Zi said: "I know you despise me, but since childhood my parents have abandoned me, no one has disciplined me; I am a lone girl, helpless and pitiful, and in the Xingxiu Sect many wish to bully me; now you have killed many of my martial brothers, my master has captured me and will surely kill me.

You say I have a sister and brother-in-law—I have never seen them; if I do not follow you, where else can I go?"

These words were spoken pitifully, her eye sockets reddened.

Feng Yi thought: "What this woman says is indeed true!"

Yet he thought her heart was malicious, skilled at feigning; in the original plot she used poison needles to ambush Qiao Feng, which led to his own palm strike nearly killing him—could she also wish to harm me?

A Zi saw him hesitate, her eyes moistened, tears rolling down her fair cheeks, and said: "If you think I am unsuitable to be with you, then let it be. Who made me born to a hard life, fatherless and motherless, and born into the Xingxiu Sect that everyone despises? People like you naturally look down on me!"

Having spoken, she turned and walked away, her shoulders slightly trembling, clearly suppressing sobs; Feng Yi knew she was acting, yet paid no heed—but how could he have expected A Zi to suddenly wail and burst into tears?

Feng Yi could not bear a girl's tears; knowing she was adept at feigning, he nonetheless felt his heart soften: "Actually, guessing her thoughts is not so hard!" and thus said: "Don't cry—I ask you, what does Moyunzi want from you?"

He had made up his mind: if A Zi spoke nonsense to him, he would immediately leave, rushing several hundred li, so she could not find him even if she searched.

A Zi stopped her steps, also stopped crying, turned her head, her beautiful eyes rotating a few times on Feng Yi's face, and said: "I stole a treasure from my master."

Feng Yi saw that she said she would not cry and did not cry, as if she had practiced this long; for her such skill, though he found it laughable, he also admired it, thinking: "Having such a woman, life is indeed interesting!" and said: "What treasure?"

A Zi's eyes flashed, answering off the point: "Feng elder brother, how about this: since I am wandering the four directions anyway, idle and with nothing to do, why not we travel together, and I will slowly tell you!"

Feng Yi coldly said: "If you wish to speak, then speak; do not bargain with me."

A Zi pursed her little lips, still wanting to act coquettish, but seeing Feng Yi's face turn cold, she could only swallow her words and began to untie her waistband.

Feng Yi started and said: "What are you doing?"

A Zi, how clever, instantly understood the situation, and laughed: "You are not asking for the treasure? I will take it out for you!"

Originally, she was untying the silk ribbon knot tied around her waist.

Only then did one see a purple silk ribbon, one end tied around her waist, the other end tied to something, which should be inside her trousers.

Because A Zi's face flushed, she turned her back.

Feng Yi thought: "This little girl is indeed very cautious—why then does she not avoid me?"

Just as he was thinking, he saw A Zi holding with both hands a small wooden cauldron of deep yellow color, and said: "Here, this is the thing."

Feng Yi took it in his hand and looked: the wooden cauldron was finely carved, the wood firm and lustrous like jade, within the grain faintly visible red threads, and he sighed: "This is the Divine Wood King Cauldron!"

A Zi showed a hint of surprise, then snorted coldly: "I knew it—you already knew, and were just testing me."

Feng Yi, having been guessed at his thoughts, secretly praised her intelligence, and said: "What use is this Divine Wood King Cauldron?"

A Zi said: "This is one of our sect's three treasures, used to cultivate the 'Bulao Changchun Gong' and the 'Huagong Dafa'."

The master said: "The 'Bulao Changchun Gong' over time gradually loses its efficacy; this Divine Wood King Cauldron can gather poisonous insects, absorb their essence, and thus maintain one's appearance ageless, forever youthful.

My master is already advanced in years, yet has white hair and a childlike face, maintaining his appearance through skill, precisely by relying on this Divine Wood King Cauldron to add strength and qi."

Feng Yi thought: "She actually told me this as well!"

For he knew, this secret she had never even told Qiao Feng.

A Zi had once overheard her master explaining the cultivation method, but the master spoke briefly, her knowledge was incomplete, and she did not know whether the method was effective; but she resented Ding Chunqiu touching her breasts and buttocks, so she stole the cauldron and fled to the Central Plains, wishing to master the 'Bulao Changchun Gong' and the 'Huagong Dafa'.

A Zi saw Feng Yi pondering, and smiled: "If I deceived you, you could just leave, ignore me. But I have told you everything—you cannot now ignore me, can you?"

Feng Yi gave a faint smile: "I have not promised you, you troublemaker—what good could come of dealing with you?"

A Zi stuck out her tongue and said: "How could there be no benefit? When you drink wine, I pour it for you; when you change your clothes, I mend and wash them; when you are in low spirits, I can still entertain you."

Having said this, she looked pleadingly at Feng Yi.

From Feng Yi's inner feelings, he naturally wished to bring A Zi along—she is beautiful, clever and lively, indeed more pleasant than traveling alone; otherwise he would have long since tossed A Zi aside without a trace.

Only his inner resolve could not grasp her thoughts; now seeing she did not conceal even the secret of the Divine Wood King Cauldron, he should have no ill intent toward him, and thus said: "A Zi, being with you, I will naturally not despise you. Only…!"

A Zi's face lit up with joy: "Are these words true?"

Feng Yi said: "That is only natural!"

A Zi smiled faintly, very charming, and said: "I have long known you are a good person, you will not abandon me regardless."

Feng Yi saw her face full of sly and crafty expression, as if a plot had succeeded, but for some unknown reason, he felt a wave of sweetness in his heart, and said: "How long have you known me, and you already say I am a good person!"

A Zi's face turned red, and she whispered: "I just know!"

Feng Yi laughed and said: "Good, you want to follow me, but you must obey my words, without my orders, you are absolutely not allowed to hurt people recklessly.

You are also a daughter of a noble family, you should have some spirit, bullying ordinary people is not skill, dealing with great villains and famous people is what counts as skill."

A Zi pouted her little mouth and said: "What skill do I have, to deal with great villains and famous people!"

Feng Yi said solemnly: "If skill is lacking, there are naturally ways to cultivate it, but if you dare again to hurt people recklessly, I will certainly not let you off! Even for your sister and brother-in-law's sake, I will not give you face!"

A Zi, hearing him speak so seriously, unconsciously drooped her head and said: "I have behaved improperly, you are willing to manage me, truly it could not be better. Since I was small, my parents did not want me, no one disciplined me, I understand nothing..."

Feng Yi saw her disheartened and listless, occasionally stealing a glance at him, she looked just like a child who had just made a mistake, which he found amusing, seeing her limp, he felt great pity in his heart, his left hand rested on her waist, he lifted his true qi, and carried her flying swiftly out, straight like a strong arrow.

A Zi, being pulled by him, felt light and fluttering, as if riding the wind, and suddenly felt her feet no longer hurt.

At this time the moon hung on the treetops, the wilderness was silent, only the wind was heard by the ears, A Zi's face bloomed with spring flowers, she smiled and leaned her head on Feng Yi's chest.

Feng Yi's embrace held icy objects, but under his true qi circulation, A Zi actually felt no cold, in her heart she only wished this road would never have an end.

Feng Yi is a veteran in the field of men and women, but he has not tasted meat for a long time, especially in the past year with Huang Wan'er beside him, yet he cannot indulge. If it were not for his cultivation matters to attend to, he would truly be tormented.

At this time, soft jade and warm fragrance were in his embrace, and it was a girl who was originally blind and dead, this made him instantly feel he had done another great deed, he felt indescribable joy, quite some mental intoxication, not knowing his own surname or name, where he was going.

The two flew swiftly like passing through, when they passed a grove, Feng Yi's hearing was astonishing, he heard the sound of flowing water, so he brought her into the grove, arriving at a stream bank, Feng Yi said: "Wash your feet!"

A Zi did not understand why, and said: "What for?"

Feng Yi said: "If I say wash, then wash!"

A Zi gave an oh, walked to the edge of the small stream, hurriedly took off her shoes and socks, also took off her wide outer robe, removed her hat, revealing a head of black hair, the clothing she wore inside was originally women's attire, she immediately resumed female dress.

Feng Yi, however, did not look at her, walked to one side, sat under a tree, and took out a package from his bosom.

Opening it, he saw it was actually a box of mutton-fat jade, only slightly opened, he felt a wave of chill that made one breathless.

A Zi shouted: "So cold!"

At this time it was the end of May, the weather had warmed up, A Zi, having left more than ten feet away, already felt shivering.

Feng Yi opened it a little more, suddenly with a swish, a white light shot out from the box.

Feng Yi felt a cold wind assault his body, he leaned sideways, only seeing the white light fall to the ground, and then as if a fire line burned out.

Feng Yi saw clearly, this was a pure white worm like jade, with a slight blue tint, a silkworm, larger than ordinary silkworms by more than double, resembling an earthworm, its body transparent like crystal, but wherever it crawled, the grass on the ground instantly withered and turned yellow.

Feng Yi secretly startled: "This ice silkworm is indeed a marvel of the world, originally not just cold, but actually water and fire coexisting, if used properly, the gains would not be comparable to that half-baked You Tanzhi!"

This silkworm, though a small insect, actually crawled like the wind, in the blink of an eye it was about to pounce toward the stream, A Zi suddenly stamped her foot, exclaimed: "Quickly catch it!"

Feng Yi needed no reminder, he had already lunged forward, but she had been washing her feet, in her excitement she kicked, sending water splashing everywhere.

Feng Yi did not want to get her foot-washing water on him, so he could only dodge, and casually swung out a palm.

An invisible force lifted the ice silkworm, Feng Yi's jade box extended, the ice silkworm fell in without bias, he hurriedly closed the lid.

A Zi happily jumped up and down: "Good, good, this silkworm is so strange, it seems to be a treasure among poisons!"

Feng Yi glanced at her, seeing her barefoot jumping on the ground, he said: "Your feet don't hurt anymore?"

(End of chapter)