Chapter Eight: The Tibetan Wind in Huainan Whispers

There is a small pool in the backyard of the Ye family, eight zhang long and wide, a towering tree next to the pool, Ye Yinfeng will take a break under the big tree next to this small pool every time he finishes eating, after lunch, Ye Yinfeng came here, lazily lying on the rattan chair placed under the towering tree, holding a book in his hand, and a pot of tea on the coffee table next to him is steaming. The others were still at the table, and he just wanted to be quiet for a moment.

A sound of footsteps came from behind him, Ye Yinfeng didn't have to guess to know that it was Huang Fuhui, Huang Fuhui and Ye Yinfeng can be very close friends, they studied together in Qingheng Academy in Dingyuan County since they were children, and later participated in the children's exam together. Huang Fuhui and Ye Yinfeng are both fifteen years old at the same age, and Huang Fuhui is also a talent, this person has a face like a crown of jade, red lips and white teeth, but his handsome face is a little less masculine and more feminine.

"Wen Yuan, you are still so diligent, are you preparing for next month's examination, the old master of the academy has written a recommendation letter for you." Huang Fuhui walked behind Ye Yinfeng and said. Wenyuan is Ye Yinfeng's word.

Ye Yinfeng beckoned Huang Fuhui to sit down, poured him a cup of tea and said, "Brother Wen Zhong said that he was joking, you know, I'm not interested in those tests for fame and the like, I can see it when I take Wen Yuan as the word." ”

"If you don't participate, then what's the point of this exam, with your intelligence, the first exam is not a good hand," Huang Fuhui's words had a slight sourness, he had always regarded Ye Yinfeng as his opponent, the two of them were in Qingheng Academy at the same time, and they participated in the children's test at the same time, every time Ye Yinfeng pressed him, he would inevitably have some jealousy in his heart, and at the same time, he also felt that there was a trace of luck, after all, Ye Yinfeng was really not very concerned about striving for fame.

Ye Yinfeng obviously didn't want to say too much on this topic, he asked Huang Fuhui, "On such a hot day, why did you and Ling Zun come here?" ”。 For Huang Fuhui, Ye Yinfeng can't talk about how much affection he has for him, and he keeps a certain distance from him from time to time, he feels that Huang Fuhui's utilitarianism is too strong, and it is obviously impossible for a person who is too utilitarian to be too reassuring.

"My father obtained the right to operate part of the official salt some time ago, and wanted to enter the official salt industry, but the family has not had much idle silver taels recently, so he came to your mansion to borrow some silver taels from Ling Zun for turnover." Huang Fuhui replied. The Huangfu family and the Ye family have had business contacts since Ye Yinfeng's grandfather, so the two families are also relatively close to each other.

Ye Yinfeng didn't ask too much about this, he never needed to know about the family's business, and his family rarely told him. So they chatted without a word, and almost an hour later, someone came to inform Huang Fuhui, saying that Huang Fu was about to leave for home, worried that it was too late and it would not be safe on the road. Huang Fuhui had no choice but to get up and say goodbye to Ye Yinfeng and said, "I really hope that I can see Wen Yuanda shine in next month's examination," he turned around and left before Ye Yinfeng could answer.

Ye Yinfeng got up and looked at Huang Fuhui's departing back, and pondered, he felt that Huang Fuhui's words contained some special meaning. He didn't understand why Huang Fuhui would leave such a sentence before leaving.

"This Huangfu Hui is not simple," a voice interrupted Ye Yinfeng's contemplation, and a lonely figure and a yellow dog walked up to him. The lonely man was wearing a blue robe, with a delicate face and sharp edges, but a little less angry and a little more decadent. It was Ye Yinfeng's third uncle, Ye Ran.

Ye Yinfeng didn't understand, but he knew that his third uncle was very accurate at looking at people.

"Because he has practiced martial arts, although he looks weak, he walks calmly and powerfully, obviously he has been practicing martial arts for many years, and he also hides his right hand intentionally or unintentionally, because he doesn't want you to see the calluses on his right hand due to sword practice. If I'm not mistaken, he may have taken the martial arts exam after taking the literary exam at the time of the exam. In this way, although his literary examination is not as good as yours, you can't participate in the martial arts examination. This person is very hidden. It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven. Ye Ran explained.

"I understand," Ye Yinfeng suddenly realized, he asked, "Why didn't I see it,"

"Hehe," Ye Ran smiled and stood side by side with Ye Yinfeng under the towering tree.

"Because you don't have any experience in this area at all, how can you see some martial arts people on the rivers and lakes in this remote mountain village. It has to do with your social experience and experience. ”

"Isn't there one next to me," Ye Yinfeng quipped, "Third Uncle, how powerful do you say he is, can he be regarded as a master?" ”

"At best, he is just practicing martial arts, not martial arts, this world is too big, even the masters who have reached the innate realm are countless." Ye Ran said disdainfully.

After listening to Ye Ran's words, Ye Yinfeng's expression couldn't help but be gloomy, seeing him like this, Ye Ran patted him on the shoulder and comforted, "You don't have to worry too much, although I don't know what kind of mental method that sloppy old Taoist priest gave you, but I think it must not be a mortal thing, although you have not yet opened up your own qi sea, but if you cultivate according to this mental method, you will definitely have good achievements." ”

Ye Yinfeng remembered that evening ten years ago.

He was only ten years old at that time, and that evening, the western sky was full of sunset, red and fiery clouds, like a cluster of red flames, and the sunset was slowly beginning to fall in the west, and he felt that the sunset that day was very big, like a red fireball constantly burning.

That day, he happened to finish playing with the children in the village, and went home, a very old Taoist priest, wearing a sloppy Taoist robe, with a wrinkled face, standing on the side of the road not far from home and looking at him, he was very scared at that time, so he ran desperately to the door, he ran desperately, but he couldn't run in front of the house, and the Taoist priest suddenly jumped in front of him like a ghost. He thought it was a ghost, because he often heard adults tell stories about ghosts, and he fainted all at once. When he woke up, he found himself lying in his bed, and the next day he asked the rest of the family how he was lying in bed last night, and the other people said strangely that he was wrong, whether he returned to his bed by himself, or was it the same as usual, and then he asked if he had seen a very old and sloppy Taoist priest, and his family said they hadn't seen him. He thought it was very strange, obviously he fainted, why did this happen, could it be that he really met a ghost, he could only explain it like this.

However, in the middle of the night every day, the old Taoist priest would appear in his room, not speaking, just looking at him, at first he was very scared, he wanted to shout out but couldn't call out at all. Later, after the old Taoist priest came many times, he was not afraid, after all, the old Taoist priest did not do anything to him, until one night, the old Taoist priest said to him, saying that he has a Taoist fate, hoping that he worships under his door, can learn his skills, when he was only ten years old, there is no definition of the so-called skills, to leave him from home, leave his parents, of course he did not agree, and then the old Taoist priest said: "This is fate, I think I can help you avoid this calamity, it seems that you want to escape this calamity is destined to depend on yourself." After speaking, the old Taoist priest left a book, saying that it was a Taoist cultivation method, and told him to practice according to this heart method every day in the future, and if he escaped this catastrophe, they would meet again.