The Spirit World

Chapter 715: Encounter with Feixue (Part )
"Brother Yufeng, where are you going?"

Zhang Yi pulled Chang Yufeng's coat tight. The vast snow was blowing away the flowers of midsummer. It was a summer, but it started to snow without reason.

This kind of wonder happens here all day long because the altitude is so high. It's that simple.

"We can go anywhere... just don't tell anyone that I've been here. Otherwise it will disturb you." Chang Yufeng tightened the ill-fitting jacket by grabbing the belt, gently placed his hand on Zhang Yi's shoulder, and said earnestly: "If they thank you with a big gift, you can also tell them not to look for you anymore."

"..." Zhang Yi looked at Chang Yufeng, who had a weathered face. His white hair - it was not blood, but whiter than snow - was disheveled in the wind. He looked quite majestic, so it didn't seem so out of place.

"But... I just want to know where you're going... If you ever..."

Zhang Yi thought of his brother Yu Feng who was squatting in the corner with his eyes closed as if resting three days ago, and was almost frozen to death. He was afraid that he would do the same again.

If you don't care about worldly affairs, you will never be free and easy.

No one knew where he would go. Maybe he just went for a walk and a look. Dirt and mess had never been a concern of him before, but now, he just took care of himself a little and no longer cared about other things.

He was no longer the elegant young man, his charm was gone, and he lacked some maturity. His heart was burning, but he could no longer take care of this and that like before.

He seemed to be running away, but he didn't know where he was running to...

All I can do is keep running.

"Go..." Chang Yufeng waved his hand, letting Zhang Yi leave. Zhang Yi hesitated for a moment, looking back every few steps. He saw Zhang Yi standing there three times. He could no longer tell whether he was seeing Brother Yufeng off or Brother Yufeng seeing him off.

"Brother Yufeng, take care of yourself." Zhang Yi clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and bowed before leaving.

Zhang Bo, who was standing next to them, called them two idiots, then left in disappointment with Zhang Yi.

"That Chang Yufeng is a playboy, otherwise how could he be so miserable?" Zhang Bo scolded, "That idiot keeps telling you about his past. Which hero would talk about his past achievements? He failed in his past. You listen to him with such interest, I'm afraid you are just like him, a complete fool."

"Brother Yufeng is much more capable than you, a fool, in terms of his conversation and knowledge!" Zhang Yi did not curse back, but put his hands on the sleeves of his jacket and exhaled. A white mist rushed to his head. He snorted, "You, I told you to read more books. How can you find a wife if you can't even recognize a few words?!"

"Women all love money. Having money is enough. Let's go to the mountains today to catch some good game. Won't the money we sell be more than those who read and write?" Zhang Bo snorted, thinking that his elder brother was stupid: "What's the point of that idiot reading so many books? He has no wife and no children, and he is so miserable. He deserves to die in the wilderness!"

"You!" Zhang Yi glared, but he could do nothing about his tiger-like brother.

"What's wrong with me? I'm going to find Xiaohua today and Xiaohong tomorrow. Isn't that better than that gentlemanly scoundrel?"

"I don't even know what to say about you!"

Zhang Yi walked in the snow, with one foot going down and half of his foot coming out.

"What's there to say... You're not really thinking about something with that bastard, are you?" Zhang Bo suspected that his brother was really thinking the same thing as the wandering hanged man. He grinned and said, "Hey, I say, is that hanged man so attractive to you? You've only been chatting with him for three days, and you're already obsessed with him?"

"Don't you think this is tragic? He can tell such a story, so don't talk about how miserable he is, understand? You are asked to save so many people, do you dare?"

Zhang Yi asked Zhang Bo, and Zhang Bo shrugged indifferently, looking at his brother's broad back with a look of disgust.

"I feel sick. Who would care about the lives of those people? They were sold by their parents. What's so pitiful about them? They are dead, so what? How can it make me feel sad? Who am I to them? I don't even know them!"

Zhang Bo felt that it was a bit puzzling that his brother also began to sympathize with those people.

Don't know anyone.

It's unacceptable, really.

"If you have the time, why don't you go to the morgue of the hospital and take a look? How many people die every day? You sympathize with them here..."

"It's hard to explain to someone as hard-hearted as you."

Zhang Yi pursed his lips and exhaled the white mist of snowflakes. There was the sound of horses neighing through the forest. They looked over and saw a cloud of white horses coming on the snow, which contrasted beautifully with the white forest on the snow. The person on the horse was wearing a red dress with gorgeous sleeves, a bamboo hat and a veil, and he never showed his face to anyone.

The person who came was a woman.

"Have you ever seen a man? He is not very old, but he has white hair, is polite, can speak, is about the same height as me, is thin, and is quite handsome, with a red plum mark on his forehead."

The woman dismounted and started asking the two brothers.

The woman was indeed as tall as Brother Yufeng, 1.75 meters tall, and was indeed a heroine.

The white horse snorted and the sword made wind, not like an ordinary person.

"But..." Zhang Yi remembered Chang Yufeng's instructions: "But he looks thin, gentle as jade, and a modest gentleman?"

"Have you seen him?" The woman described it this way, and I understood.

"Brother Yufeng, you can only tell me if I ask you for something."

"What did he ask you to want from me?"

"I don't know, it would only work if it's money."

Zhang Yi watched the woman take out a piece of gold and stone from the cloth bag at her waist and handed it to him.

"If you want to give me so much... I'm afraid I can't afford it." Zhang Yi tried to refuse.

That piece of gold and stone must be big enough and extremely heavy. It is impossible to get that much gold by hunting for game.

"Just say it and it's yours." The woman had red lips and white teeth, and she looked the same under her veil.

"Are you the Lin'er she mentioned?"

Zhang Yi felt that in this story, there was only one person, Lin'er, whom he could remember.

"How do you know?" Zhang Bo took the gold in Lin'er's hand, which shocked Zhang Bo that it could be so heavy.

"He told me about your affairs in the principality eight years ago. You defeated her in the Dragon Race that year, so he wandered around the world like this."

"I didn't beat him..." Lin'er answered simply.

"What!?" Zhang Yi was unpredictable, and even Zhang Bo was looking at Lin'er.

"Any questions? If you know, tell me where he is."

Lin'er seemed to know that Chang Yufeng would tell them his story, so she answered and asked naturally.

Because she had been chasing after Chang Yufeng...

Chang Yufeng has always been willing to tell others his life story as long as someone asks, but he always puts all the sins on himself.

"Why didn't you win? She said you won..."

"I didn't beat him... so naturally I lost..."

Lin'er looked at Zhang Yi and shrugged indifferently.

"That's a thing of the past."

(End of this chapter)