Chapter 17: Dongfang Chen

When the last ray of sunlight on the day disappeared below the horizon, Gu Fei recovered from his sorrow. He sprinkled a pot of wine on the grave of his master Wan Xiancheng, and then turned and walked out of the cemetery. .
At this time, in the cemetery, a faint white mist was rising from there, making Gu Fei feel a trace of coolness, and he subconsciously tightened his shirt.
The deceased is dead, what's the use of sadness? The moment Gu Fei walked out of the cemetery, his eyes became extremely firm, and then he stepped on the gravel path in front of the cemetery without looking back, and strode away.
When Gu Fei's slightly lonely figure disappeared into the path, with a creak, the wooden door of a hut next to the entrance of the cemetery was pushed open, and an old man walked out of the hut.
The old man is very old. His teeth seem to have fallen out. There are a few white and yellowish hairs on his head. His face is wrinkled like old tree bark, and it is almost impossible to distinguish him. The looks come.
The old man staggered into the cemetery. His eyes were muddy and there was no fluctuation in his strength, but his waist was quite straight. This is an old man who can no longer be ordinary, and he is about to die.
The old man picked a handful of white flowers around the cemetery, and then walked through the graves, putting a bunch of flowers in front of each grave.
Regardless of the size of the tomb, no matter how prominent the people in the tomb have been, or the unknown generation, the old man without exception planted a bunch of flowers in front of the grave, and no one was left out.
When the old man had only the last bunch of flowers in his hands, he stood in front of a new grave. He did not stay in front of any grave, but he stopped in front of the last new grave.
A low tomb, a pile of loess, an ordinary stone monument stands in front of the loess, and five words are written on the stone wall: The Tomb of Ten Thousand Immortals. There is no signature, just five words.
The old man's cloudy eyes stayed on the tombstone for a long time. At last, he seemed to sigh for a long time, then shaking his hands, he inserted the white flower on the soil in front of the tombstone.
The old man turned and hobbled out of the cemetery, walked into the small hut next to the entrance of the cemetery, and then closed the wooden door with a creak.
At this time, the smoke in the cemetery seemed to be thicker, and the tombs were looming in the fog, seemingly true and imaginary.
On the trail in the back mountain, a person stopped Gu Fei. This person is a teenager, a teenager wearing a white long gown.
When he saw this young man, Gu Fei's eyes narrowed, because he knew this young man and even more so about his cultivation.
This is a teenager who is hard to forget after a glance. His black hair was casually draped over his shoulders, his face was cut like a knife, his eyebrows were deep into his temples, and his eyes were as bright as stars. He is one of the few young masters in the Taixuan Sect — Dongfang Chen.
"I heard that you defeated Wang Yuanzhi, I still don't believe it very much. Now it seems that something really happened." Dongfang Chen's words were very flat, even with a smile on his mouth.
However, Gu Fei felt a strong pressure on Dongfang Chen. This young master is not simple. As the legend is, he is the leader of the younger generation in the door.
"Why, are you going to be the first person surnamed Wang?" Gu Fei looked directly at Dongfang Chen, his eyes sharp as a blade, he was not afraid of the oppression the other party gave him, and what about the rare young master in the door, he could not take it. How about me.
Dongfang Chen smiled, his handsome face seemed very splendid, and an overwhelming momentum swept from him, like a stormy sea, causing the vegetation on both sides of the trail to become silent.
"Your master has just passed away, and I don't want to do anything with you, but you will hand over Wang Yuanzhi's talisman to me." Although Dongfang Chen has a calm and calm expression, he has an imposing manner.
He did this, although he couldn't say it, but it was no different from doing it. Perhaps, he was going to give Gu Fei a disarm and force Gu Fei to submit.
"Huh! The one surnamed Wang wants to return the talisman, then tell him to come and pick it up himself!" Gu Fei's eyes flickered, and the flesh under his clothes began to tighten. He is like a cheetah looking for food. Up.
Dongfang Chen touched his chin and stared at Gu Fei with interest, his eyes flickering, but he didn't know what he was thinking about. After a while, he said, "Okay, very good, there is a species!" Dongfang Chen turned around and left.
Gu Fei was surprised when he saw that Dongfang Chen had left. He knew that Dongfang Chen was actually a child of a family of cultivators, and seemed to have some friendship with Wang Yuanzhi. Why did he let himself go so easily?
But there is one thing that Gu Fei can be sure of. He has offended Dongfang Chen by refusing to hand over the talisman he had robbed from Wang Yuanzhi.
"One year from now will be the ten-year test period. Don't let me down when that happens." At this time, Dongfang Chen's words came from the front, and the voice sounded like Gu Fei's ears.
"The art of sound transmission?" Gu Fei was startled, and at the same time he felt awe-inspiring. He immediately understood Dongfang Chen's intentions, and Dongfang Chen wanted to defeat himself in front of all the same.
The ten-year test of Taixuan Sect was also the time when Dakaishan Sect accepted disciples. Those who won the top ten in the test would be rewarded in the gate. Among the rewards, there is the spirit pill that helps the disciple in the door condense the Dao Pill.
"Ning Yuan Dan? I am not cultivating Dao Fa, and I am not walking on Taoist Nine-turn Jin Dan Avenue. This thing is useless to me, but... if you Dongfang Chen want to use the big test, in front of everyone. Humiliating me, but dreaming." Gu Fei looked at the direction of Dongfang Chen's disappearance, and Daolimang shot out in his eyes.
Gu Fei knew very well that he had the help of the yin and yang jade pendant, and his cultivation speed was ten times faster. If someone else cultivated for one year, he would have practiced for ten years.
In this way, within a year, his cultivation base will wake up from my sixth heaven to the seventh heaven. The martial artist who awakened me in the seventh heaven had obvious advantages against the same fellow who awakened me in the seventh heaven.
The martial artist has a powerful body, but the ascendant does not, and the warrior's combat skills are enough to compete with the Daoshu, even more powerful than the Daoshu. Because combat skills are called combat skills, they are unique skills that have been tempered in actual combat.
Compared with Daoshu, the killing power of combat skills is much heavier.
That Dongfang Chen, his cultivation level seems to be waking up to my seventh heaven realm.
Thinking of this, Gu Fei’s mouth showed a sneer, and then strode forward. He had buried his grief deeply in his heart. He wanted to turn grief into strength and practice this ancient exercise taught by Master to the extreme. Let all those who underestimate this technique be ashamed of their ignorance.
Soon, Gu Fei's figure disappeared at the end of this gravel path.