He tightened his clothes, but it couldn't stop the moisture from getting into the cracks of his bones.
If you get soaked all the way back, your clothes will stick to your body, like a layer of wet mud. The feeling... Ye Feng shivered. Thinking about it, he felt uncomfortable and had goosebumps all over his body.
As a last resort, Ye Feng had no choice but to turn around and fly towards a dilapidated mountain temple beside the road.
This rain is as if the sky is leaking, and I am afraid it will not stop for a while.
It seems that tonight I can only make do with one night in this ruined temple, which is better than being soaked outside.
The mountain temple has been in disrepair for a long time, and the temple door is crumbling, as if it will fall apart at any time.
There was a faint light inside the temple.
He carefully opened the temple door, and a smell of musty, dust, and rainwater hit his face, making him frown.
The temple was dark, and there was a half-burner candle on one side of the mountain god statue. Ye Feng vaguely saw two little beggars huddled in the corner.
The paint on the body of the mountain god statue is mottled and peeled off, and the colorful paint is mushy.
"This mountain god is too miserable." Ye Feng grinned.
The two little beggars were only in their teens. They were wearing tattered clothes with patches piled on top of each other, and the original color could not be seen.
The face was as dirty as two small tabby cats. Only the black and white eyes still revealed a bit of childlike innocence.
Seeing Ye Feng come in, the two little beggars were obviously startled, like frightened little animals, they shrank tighter into the corner, their eyes full of vigilance and fear.
One of them was still holding the broken bowl tightly in his arms, as if he was afraid of being snatched away.
Ye Feng’s eyes fell on the Star Thunder Sword in his hand.
The Star Thunder Sword has a faint cold light, and even in this dim environment, its edge cannot be concealed. No wonder these two little guys were scared.
With a thought in his mind, a trace of spiritual power was injected into the sword body. With a flash of light, the originally sharp Xing Lei Sword suddenly became restrained, and the luster of the sword body also became dim. It looked like an ordinary mortal iron long sword, nothing special about it.
"Huh..." Ye Feng breathed out gently. The [Breathe Control Ring] integrated into the sword was really useful. It could completely hide the breath of the Star Thunder Sword. In this way, there was no need to worry about being too ostentatious and causing unnecessary trouble.
He smiled slightly and threw the Star Thunder Sword into the storage ring.
As soon as Ye Feng found a cleaner place to sit down and rest, the temple door creaked and was pushed open again.
A young woman with a veil on her face and an old man walked in hurriedly.
The woman has a graceful figure. Although her appearance cannot be seen clearly through the veil, her eyes are as clear and bright as autumn water. There is a faint cold temperament in her gaze.
The old man looked tired, his steps were sloppy, and he seemed to be injured.
He covered his chest with one hand, his brows furrowed, and every step he took seemed very laborious.
"Grandpa, how are you?" The woman supported the old man, her tone full of worry.
The old man waved his hand and forced a smile: "It doesn't matter, Xue'er, it's just a small injury, it doesn't matter."
"You said it didn't matter, but your face turned pale! "The woman's voice was filled with a hint of anger, but more of a feeling of distress, "It's all those damn sword cultivators' fault, if it weren't for them..."
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly noticed Ye Feng beside her, a look of vigilance flashing in her eyes.
Seeing this, Ye Feng quickly waved his hands and showed a harmless smile: "Don't get me wrong, I'm just passing by here and came in to take shelter from the rain."
The woman looked at Ye Feng for a few times and saw that his cultivation level was ordinary, his expression was casual, and he looked like he was not interested in anything, so he felt relieved a little.
"Well, excuse me." The woman nodded slightly as a greeting.
"It's okay, it's okay." Ye Feng smiled and pointed to the two little beggars in the corner, "There are two little brothers over there. We are all taking shelter from the rain, so you're welcome."
The woman looked in the direction of Ye Feng's finger, and then she noticed the two trembling little beggars.
She looked at the two children with pity, took out a small cloth bag from her arms, walked to the two little beggars, and said softly: "Little brother, are you hungry? There is some dry food here, you can take it and eat it."
The two little beggars looked at the woman timidly, their eyes full of longing, but they did not dare to reach out to take it.
"Take it, don't be afraid." The woman placed the cloth bag in front of them, her tone as gentle as the spring breeze blowing on her face.
The two little beggars carefully took the cloth bag and opened it. There were several white flour cakes inside.
Their eyes suddenly lit up, they grabbed the steamed buns and ate them hungrily, as if they had been hungry for a long time.
"Thank you sister, thank you sister!" One of the little beggars said his thanks vaguely while eating.
The woman smiled slightly and said nothing.
Ye Feng looked on and nodded secretly in his heart. Although this woman looked cold, she was very kind-hearted.
"Ahem..." The old man coughed lightly, interrupting this warm scene.
"Oh, yes." Then the woman remembered the old man's injury, and quickly helped him sit aside, took out a small porcelain bottle from her arms, poured out a pill for the old man to take.
Ye Feng looked on, frowning slightly. Although he did not understand medical skills, he could also see that the old man's injury was not serious.
He sighed and took out his water bag and took a sip of water.
Ye Feng was thinking about the old man's injury and estimated that it would not heal in ten days and a half. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he glanced at a wound on the old man's waist.
"Huh?" Ye Feng sighed softly in his heart and subconsciously rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was dazzled.
"Let me go, what is this?" Ye Feng muttered in his heart. At the wound, there were several green things as thin as hair, like tree roots, and they were arching one after another!
He took a closer look and saw that there was still a faint green light shining on the "tree roots". This... I'm afraid it's not going to become a spirit!
Ye Feng remained calm and swept the cold woman with his consciousness. With this sweep, he almost spit out the water he just drank.
"...There is something evil about this girl!" Ye Feng's heart tightened, and alarm bells rang in his heart.
"Ahem, calm down, calm down, the demon will not offend me, and I will not offend the demon."
Although the old man and the woman are demons, they do not seem to have any ill intentions.
Especially that woman, who gave cakes to the little beggar to eat, her character was a bit stronger than that of many people who claim to be righteous.
"There are good and bad demons, and there are good and evil people. Just because they are demons, you can't just kill them when you see them." Ye Feng touched his chin, and he had some concerns in his mind.
Ye Feng was thinking about it.
[Ding! He took off the veil of the woman in front of him, the Snow Demon, and raised his cultivation level to the sixth level of foundation building. 】
"Snow Demon?"
"What a cheating system, I feel like you are a bit perverted..."
At this time.
With a loud bang, the broken door of the mountain temple was kicked open by someone from the outside, and wood chips flew everywhere.
"Hey, let me go, who is this? So unethical!" Ye Feng complained in his heart, he was provoking someone in this family, and he "removed makeup" for them.
Three guys wearing white clothes and holding long swords walked in aggressively. At first glance, they didn't come to offer incense.
The man at the head had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a righteous face, but his hairline... was a bit worrying.
He looked around, his eyes swept over Ye Feng, and finally landed on the injured old man and woman, his eyes full of sternness.