I draw red envelopes in Wanjie

Chapter 18 The Next Goal
"Clan Master Qiu, why didn't you chase after him?" Wanyan Hongxi followed, a little puzzled.

"My lord, it's not that the old man doesn't want to chase, but that this person is not much weaker than the old man, so why not." Qiu Qianren sighed, feeling a little helpless.

If Chen Feng didn't have a sweaty BMW and started on the ground, he still had a chance to win it, but now he can't.

"What, his strength is comparable to that of Gang Master Qiu!" Wanyan Hongxi said in disbelief, "This person looks like he's only in his twenties."

"I don't want to believe it either, but I met him just now, and I have a deep understanding." Qiu Qianren sighed.

"Is it possible to let them leave today!" Wanyan Hongxi gritted his teeth and said unwillingly, "Continue to chase, as long as they don't reach the territory of Song Kingdom, let this king keep chasing them!"

Chen Feng saw the golden soldiers behind him paused for a while and then caught up again. He smiled lightly. Now that the distance has been widened, everyone fled away. There was a big mountain in front of them. These golden soldiers couldn't help them.

"I'll help you to delay for a while."

Holding the saddle in one hand, he lifted half of his body off the horse's back, half hung in the air, and picked up some gravel on the ground.

Flick the magic.

He flexed his fingers and ejected a gravel. The strong internal force made the stone fly more than ten meters away, still containing terrifying force. It hit Jin Bing's horse's hoof.

Whoosh whoosh!
Chen Feng popped more than ten stones in a row, and eliminated all the cavalry in front of Jin Bing, and then slapped the horse's butt and walked away.

Jin Bing couldn't help him at all, and soon got rid of the pursuers, Chen Feng changed some directions and headed south from the other side.

After walking for a long time, he saw that there were barren mountains and mountains around, and the Jinbing should not be able to catch up, so he stopped to recover, and let the horses have a full and restful rest. He also took the opportunity to meditate to recover.

After recovering, he moved forward slowly, watching flowers and watching the moon along the way, feeling free and refreshing.

On the way, although he did not have the chance to get a red envelope, he also had the opportunity to further integrate the skills he had mastered, which could be regarded as a real digestion.

After all, the red envelopes he draws contain other people's cultivation experience and skills. Even if he can use the special effects of the red envelopes directly, there are still some differences.

For example, those martial arts experience is the most suitable for me, not necessarily suitable for him, after all, everyone's habits, height, short, fat and thin are different, which needs to be corrected by him.

In the same way, the word of internal power also varies from person to person. Different people have different internal power and refinement. He needs additional refining. Even if it is not for the special effect of red envelopes, it is difficult for him to convert all the internal power drawn in advance into what he can absorb. Refine the inner strength of others to improve your own skills.

These all need to be adjusted by himself, otherwise it would be too boring for him to do nothing.

A month later, Chen Feng walked to the south unhurriedly, looking at the mighty Yangtze River, his heart was very happy.

"It's been almost two months since I came to this world, and I haven't had a good time to enjoy the customs. I have to take a good look this time."

Glancing at his tattered clothes because he often walked in the mountains, Chen Feng was a little helpless, and his current appearance was mostly embarrassed.

He walked some distance along the Yangtze River, and two days later, he saw a city and walked towards it with a very happy face.

Passers-by along the way saw his clothes in tatters, and most of them showed contempt and disgust, obviously treating him as a first-class beggar.

Chen Feng didn't care, he saw too many contemptuous eyes, not only in this world, but also in his original world.

In reality, his family was poor, and when he walked out of the mountains, he didn't have a new set of clothes, and his clothes were dirty. When he entered the city, he was often despised.

But he has never felt inferior, neither stealing, robbing, or begging.
On the contrary, he was still very unwilling. He worked harder than others, learned more, and did more than others. He was still crushed by reality into a salted fish, and he wanted to turn over for a long time.

This world has given him the opportunity to become a martial arts master, with the hope of turning over and having a low self-esteem.

How do you dress, why should you care about other people's eyes, at least your clothes are clean, not the kind that haven't been washed for a few months.

Taking a photo of the sweaty BMW, which was also unremarkable, Chen Feng walked into the city in a dashing manner.

There are a lot of beggars in this world, but there are not many beggars with horses, and there is no such thing as a scumbag.

He threw out a piece of gold and said lightly: "The horse will feed me, and I will buy three sets of good clothes and shoes. I want to bathe and change."

"Okay, the guest officer, please go upstairs."

When Xiao Er saw the gold, his mouth grinned to the bottom of his ears, he bowed and led Chen Feng upstairs, and ordered people to get hot water quickly.

He took a bath, put on his clothes, and shaved off his beard. He didn't say anything about a handsome man, but he was considered a handsome young man.

Let Xiao Er serve a table of good wine and good food. He gulps food and drink, and kills a table of wine and food by himself, and then he feels his stomach and goes back to his room to sleep.

"This life is so cool, no wonder so many people like to be knights in the rivers and lakes."

The next day, Chen Feng got up with laziness. For the first time, he felt that life was so beautiful. He had lived in depression for more than ten years.

Poor after all!

Born in the mountains, there is not much fertile land, convenient transportation has nothing to do with me, not to mention high-quality education, it is not my turn to be demolished, and I am so poor that only mountains and water are left.

He sighed a little. If he had had so much money since he was a child, his grandmother would not have died of illness and had no money to go to the hospital for surgery, and his parents would not have to travel thousands of miles to work.

Chen Feng smiled with tears in his eyes. At this moment, he missed his family a little and enjoyed himself, but he couldn't forget his relatives.

Just like when my grandmother was reluctant to eat moon cakes when she was a child, she secretly hid a piece for herself.

"System, thank you for giving me this opportunity, and I will scold you less in the future."

system:"……"

He said something seriously, picked up the burden, and prepared to leave.

Next destination, Peach Blossom Island.

There is the Jiuyin Mantra that he wants, and if he wants to become a top master, the basic mental skills of Quanzhen are not enough. This is one of his experiences with Qiu Qianren.

If one can become a top master by cultivating the basic mental methods of the Quanzhen Sect, then the seven Quanzhen seven sons will not be as embarrassed as they are now, and none of them can match the level of their master Wang Chongyang.

As for Quanzhen Sect's peerless kung fu innate skills, he did not dare to practice.

There is a lesson from the past. Wang Chongyang has practiced, and Lin Chaoying, who has been entangled for a lifetime, can still be a Taoist priest for a lifetime.

Nandi also seems to have something to do with the innate power, and he went to become a monk. He seriously doubts that the innate power and the Sunflower Collection are similar in purpose.

It is still the Jiuyin Sutra that is reliable, the authentic martial arts of Taoism, and the Quanzhen teaching mental method that he cultivates will not conflict. The key lies in the hands of Zhou Botong, who is relatively easy to get.

(End of this chapter)