During the cooking period, Ding Ling risked that the fried eggs with tomatoes were also fried and insisted on pestering Chu Yanran to satisfy her curiosity. As a result, Chu Yanran helped her and told him about her experiences since she met Ling Feng. Ding Ling was shocked and almost knocked over the oil bottle.

By the time the supper was served, Ling Feng had already weaved more than a dozen bamboo baskets. Amid the old man's praise, Ling Feng sat at the dinner table and started eating, but he didn't say a word. Instead, he was thinking about practicing there at night. For Ling Feng, cultivation was the most important thing.

After dinner, Ding Ling and Chu Yanran packed up their dishes and the sisters went to the wing room to chat. The old man lit a big cigarette puff. Before he could sit on the threshold, Uncle Li Er from next door called the old man, saying that he was discussing Erhu's wedding and holding a banquet.

So the old man greeted Ling Feng, and asked his granddaughter to take care of the guests, so he went over to Uncle Li. Ling Feng walked to the window of the wing room, tapped the glass a few times, and said, "Where will I live in the evening?"

The two sisters were talking, and suddenly heard Ling Feng's voice. The two sisters were stunned at the same time, and then turned their heads and looked over.

"You should call me Sister Ling when you talk to me. I know, no?" Ding Ling said word by word to Ling Feng while knocking back on the glass.

Ling Feng nodded silently and did not bother with Ding Ling anymore.

"Hehe, that's right!" Ding Ling immediately felt the joy of conquest. She pulled out of the quilt from the quilt, took a pillow, then jumped out of the bed and walked out of the wing room, "You can sleep in the west room. The east room is a kang. Even though it has not been burned, it is probably impossible for you, the people in the city, to sleep."

Ling Feng thought to himself, I have been sleeping in stone slabs for many years, so what else do you care about? Anyway, there is a place to meditate and practice at night. If he hadn't been concerned about the feelings of the old man and the three of them, Ling Feng wouldn't have come to ask where to live. According to his nature, he would rather build a small thatched hut in the depths of the bamboo sea, a place that ordinary people can't set foot on. It's deep and pure. He practices martial arts during the day and meditates at night, and there will never be anyone disturbing him. But he can't do that now, so he said, "Okay, trouble."

After saying that, Ling Feng reached out to get the quilt and pillow in Ding Ling's hand.

"Are you a guest, please let me prepare it for you."

"Need not."

"Oh, you're still angry with me, right?" Ding Ling asked without letting go, without letting go.

Seeing Ding Ling's serious look, Ling Feng couldn't help but smile and said, "No, I just don't want to make you so troublesome."

Ding Ling flashed his big eyes twice. Could it be that he had experienced so many changes in temperament? So Ding Ling was no longer polite and said cheerfully: "Okay, if you need help... Hello! Where are you looking at you? You playboy and pervert! You really can't change your shit!"

Even if Ding Ling had no good feelings for Young Master Feng, she could not ignore Ling Feng in front of Chu Yanran. She originally thought that this exchange would be a good way to resolve class conflicts, but she was polite to Ling Feng, intending to bring the relationship between the host and the guest closer, but found that Ling Feng stared at his face for a while, and then stared at his towering chest, and he was straight and without turning around!

Because of Chu Yanran's "beautification", Ding Ling's change of Ling Feng instantly disappeared!

This hopeless playboy! He has fallen into this stage, but he still doesn't change his bad character! How can he say that a dog can't change his shit? Grandma's so-called ball, he is a dog, but sister is not shit! Sister was wondering, why did Ranran such a smart girl be fooled by him, and kept telling me that the rumors were fake?

If it weren't for Chu Yanran's face, the violent girl would have slapped her. Now that Chu Yanran is on the side, she wouldn't have an attack, but instead snorted coldly and turned around and left.

Chu Yanran also noticed Ling Feng's eyes, but those concentrated and thoughtful eyes were clear and pure, without any frivolous look. Moreover, she would never believe that Ling Feng would be the kind of person now. To be more conceited, with his own appearance, he has never shown any "imperfect" performance. Although Sister Ling is also a rare beauty, it seems that it is not enough to stimulate his "potential".

Seeing Ding Ling turn around angrily, Chu Yanran quickly explained: "Sister Ling, don't be angry, he is not such a person."

"Ranran," Ding Ling became even more angry when he heard Chu Yanran's explanation. "You are still talking for him! Young Master Feng is not like this, who is like this? If it weren't for your face, I would have beaten him long ago!"

Chu Yanran sighed inwardly and looked at Ling Feng with some confusion, as if asking, what's going on with you?

Ling Feng ignored Chu Yanran's doubts, but said calmly and seriously to Ding Ling's tall back: "Sister Ling, you are sick."

"You are sick!" Ding Ling turned around suddenly and said furiously, "And he was terminally ill and was saved!"

After saying that, the violent girl with a little face turned pale and threw the quilt and pillow over, hoping to smash Ling Feng into persimmon cakes in an instant.

Ling Feng caught the pillow and quilt, and his tone was still plain, "You have a problem with your liver, come on, I'll take your pulse."

"roll!!"

Ding Ling left raucously. This roar scared the hens in the net circle and immediately panicked. He kept giggling and didn't dare to go down the eggs. Grandma, after eating my tofu, she still wanted to play with my beautiful hands! It's really too much, "I think it's your problem! If you don't want to be beaten, get out of here!!"

Chu Yanran also frowned slightly. Even if Ling Feng is skilled in medical skills, it is impossible to know that Sister Ling has a liver problem by looking at it like this, right? How can she have such medical skills in the world?

"Okay, Sister Ling, don't be angry, let's go into the house." Chu Yanran had to play the role of separating the hostile sides again.

Ding Ling was panting, her towering chest was undulating. She glanced at Ling Feng fiercely and went into the house with Chu Yanran, but she thought to herself, after Ranran left, I will see how I deal with you!

Ling Feng shook his head and didn't explain anything. The more he explained to someone like Violent Niuer, the more angry she became, so he had to carry the quilt and pillow to the west room of the big room.

In fact, Ling Feng could also see that the violent girl was pretty good, otherwise Chu Yanran would not be so good to her. Therefore, Ling Feng only thought that the violent girl was strong and rude and would not really care about it. If he didn't even have this little mind, he would not be the descendant of the Medical Immortal who had experienced a hundred years of storms. After entering the house, he threw the things on the bed, pulled the curtains on the bed, and then Ling Feng practiced cross-legged on the bed.

Ling Feng had already sensed that the spiritual power here was much stronger than that in the capital. Practicing here was more than twice as fast as entering the capital. Perhaps this also coincided with the way of nature. The closer it was to the primitive place, the less damage it was caused by humans, and the more sufficient spiritual power it was. Ling Feng thought this way and gradually entered the state of cultivation...

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