Funeral Celebration Crossing

Chapter One

"Hey, it's a pity. Although the young master is a bit mean and shameless, he is still kind to us. How come his meridians are all broken..."

"Yeah, the meridians are all broken, so it will become a waste..."

"Back then, the cultivation talent of the young master was a bit stronger than that of the elder master, but he actually became a useless person..."

"..."

The sighs and sympathies around him didn't seem to affect the boy. There was still a wicked smile on Yi Feng's face, a curve was drawn on the corner of his lips, and those bright eyes were full of cynicism.

Five years ago, he survived under the inconceivable eyes of everyone with his meridians severed, but he was forced to become a waste. A waste that will be cast aside as soon as it goes out.

However, there is no way out, the old trash is no longer trash, he disappeared for five years, five years of growth gave him arrogance and capital, and he didn't bother to justify the title of trash.

It has been seven years since Yifeng traveled to this continent, he has experienced too much, and even some gossip has long been ignored.

That's right, Yifeng came through time travel.

Yifeng never thought that making trouble in the bridal chamber could lead to being electrocuted to death. A group of cronies and cronies took advantage of their alcoholism and broke into the bride and groom's new house one by one. Yifeng, who is the best man, of course bears the brunt.

But where did he think that Yifeng, who had just broken into the bridegroom's new house, tripped over a wire, and the torn wire lay on the drunken Yifeng. There is no pain, and I have not been able to see the God who gave birth to a child without an asshole, but was abandoned by him to this weird world.

Yi Feng wondered for a while, whether that bastard God was afraid that his wife would be seduced and leave him, that's why he threw him into this world.

It must be for this reason, I am so handsome, God who sells cakes must be worried. Yifeng thought for a long time, but he could only find this reason. He shook his head with a wry smile, and said helplessly: "The old man is right. If you disturb someone for a moment, you will be struck by lightning, but you can't strike me alone." ..."

"Brother ****. I keep saying: If there is a chance, I must give you a big gift for your second wedding. Uh... Although I was thinking that you would not have a second wedding. But, This big gift was delivered in advance, dammit, I used my own funeral to celebrate your wedding, who is so awesome!"

Thinking of this, a wicked smile appeared on Yifeng's face. Traveling here is actually not without benefits. At least he was much younger at the beginning. Even though it has been almost seven years, he still looks like a young boy.

When he first traveled here seven years ago, Yifeng thought he had arrived in a certain ancient dynasty, but gradually he realized that this world was different from any dynasty he knew.

This is a brand new world called Qilan Continent. This is the world of warriors, although there are also people in this world who are called poets, painters, dancers, healers, and even weird soul masters. But among these people, warriors are authentic.

When the strength of a warrior reaches a certain level, he can be called a warrior or a painter. As the title of an emperor, the monarch is used to describe a warrior and is recognized by the world. Then you can understand the influence of the spirits in this world.

With personal strength, he can sit on an equal footing with the emperor of the empire. It can be imagined that in this world, the law of the jungle is completely deduced, and the strength is respected.

Yi Feng once thought he was lucky, he traveled to a family of martial artists, and was called a martial arts genius when he was still a child.

Yifeng didn't expect that two years later, the assassin's palm cut off all his meridians and made him a cripple. Then he endured the insults of the world, and all kinds of ugly words filled his mind, even insulting his parents in the previous life. One's own parents can be insulted by others. This is Yifeng's reverse scale

Thinking of this, Yifeng felt that his anger was about to burst out.

Ever since Yifeng became a useless person, his father's attitude towards Yifeng in this life has changed drastically, and he wished to kill him to erase his stains. This is also the reason why Yifeng disappeared for five years.

In the past five years, he has endured too much for this, and twice, in order to get rid of the reputation of being a useless person, his life was worse than death. A modern person has never suffered so much torture.

What made Yifeng hate especially was that the assassin's target was actually going towards her. Yifeng thought of her beauty and how she was kind to him. Thinking of such a person, someone wanted to assassinate her, Yifeng wished to drink his blood and cramped his tendons.

All of this made Yifeng's anger unabated. After five years of investigation, he also knew the identity of the assassin, and he also knew that the power behind him was as powerful as a country.

However, this can't stop Yifeng's desire for revenge at all.

"Bastard, this young master will cut your flesh with a knife and torture you to death." Yi Feng made up his mind, then shook his head slightly to shake off the anger in his mind.

Lazily put his hands into his pockets, and after groping for a while, Yifeng was taken aback, then shook his head with a wry smile: "It seems that I am still not used to this world, this continent, where is there such a thing as cigarettes? Cough, what a pity Otherwise, with Ben Shao's handsomeness when he was smoking, I'm afraid the little girls would fall into his arms one by one."

Yifeng took a branch in his mouth in a foul manner, and looked at the passing servant as if showing off.

"Young master, the branches are very dirty." Finally a servant came over to remind him.

"Have you noticed that I'm so handsome?" Yi Feng asked with a smile on his face.

"Young master, your face is not cramped?"

"Pfft..." Yifeng's blood was boiling, and he looked at the servant who was rated as the most honest servant at home and uttered a word, "Get out..."

Back then, on a dark and windy night, Yifeng was dressed in Brother Sharp's costume, with melancholy eyes, weed-like hair, Tomgos' smile, and a sad stubble, and he packed a few dimes The wallet, and the half pack of Septwolves cigarettes, made countless women passing by her scream, and the sound was comparable to the screams at the Tianwang concert. Some people were so excited that they fainted. Cough, the charm is extraordinary! !

Although he was later arrested for affecting the appearance of the city, it is undeniable that he is handsome, or the woman would faint with excitement? ! What? Scared? Damn, if you scare me again, I'll beat you up.

"Ben Shao is such a cool man, even if he doesn't have cigarettes, he will still be deeply betrayed. It seems that Ben Shao should keep a low profile in this world." In the robes, with a slight side of the body, leaning against the door frame in a cynical and lazy attitude, watching the people coming and going in front of him, took a deep breath: Forget it, come to this world, just be fine. What's more, that bastard assassin's Shanmen Laozi must kill him.

"Life is so fucking fun 'cause the old fuck is playing with me. *God, I'll fuck you in circles..."

Yifeng pointed his middle finger to the sky and cursed loudly.

This roar made the busy people around turn their heads to look at Yifeng at the same time, and the noisy space fell silent instantly, as if time was frozen in a scene.

"This trash young master who just came back has gone mad again..."

All the servants shuddered and quickly kept a certain distance away from Yifeng.

Yi Feng was taken aback, and couldn't help explaining with a wry smile: "This young master is not epileptic."

Bullshit, have you seen that psycho who would call himself a psycho? The speed of all the servants was a little faster again.

...

"Master Yiliu, you are here!" A servant's respectful voice brought Yifeng back to his thoughts, and he turned his head to look at the source of the voice, only to see a young man in his twenties walking heartily. Walk towards him.

The young man has a strong figure, a face with a bit of evil charm, and delicate features. I have to admit the lethality of this appearance. It is no wonder that he can often hook up with the oiran of the flower boat.

"Brother, I'm very glad that my father's surname is Yi, not Jiu!" Yifeng turned his lazy posture slightly, looked at Yiliu and laughed teasingly.

Yi Liu was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile. My little brother, even though we have been separated for five years. But the weird words often make me smile bitterly. According to his explanation, the surname Yi is first-class, and the surname Jiu is naturally Jiuliu.

"Little brother, you still haven't changed at all. But..." Yiliu looked Yifeng up and down, and his sloppy posture made him helplessly say, "If father sees your posture, I'm afraid It is necessary to scold you."

Yifeng smiled slightly, and said softly with an undeniable smile: "Brother, you shouldn't be here to learn from your father. Tell me, what can make you throw the flower boat."

Yi Liu looked at his little brother, and suddenly sighed, with regret in his eyes. This depraved and undisciplined appearance made him feel sympathetic.

Yifeng was originally considered to be a spiritual person with excellent aptitude, but an accident cut off his meridians. He survived the inconceivableness of everyone, but he has no chance with the spirit one. To put it bluntly, it's a piece of trash. For a waste, one can imagine how difficult it would be to live in the Doumei Continent where the jungle preys on the jungle.

"Little brother! If you can't become a warrior, you can do it even if you study literature. There are many powerful ministers who have no power to restrain a chicken in history." Yi Liu's tone was low, but it could make people feel the sincerity and firmness in it.

Yifeng smiled slowly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said with a casual smile: "What class of warrior is big brother now?"

"Third-level spirit man!" Yi Liu thought for a while, but still said the truth.

The unhurried words caused Yifeng to pause slightly with his fingernails, and a flash of surprise flashed in his heart. The third-tier human class, it seems that my big brother has grown up a bit fast. Among the young generation in this small town, he can walk sideways.

People in this world believe that everyone is a spirit body, the spirit is naturally the soul, and the body is naturally the body. Therefore, what they practice is also the soul and body.

Spiritual beings are divided into ten levels: sub-level, scholar-level, human-level, teacher-level, general-level, king-level, honor-level, monarch-level, holy-level, and the legendary god-level. Each stage is divided into nine steps.

Yifeng seemed to understand why his father never asked why his elder brother was so attached to Huachuan. Such an impressive achievement at the third-order human level was enough for Old Antique's father to give him the green light.

Yifeng thought evilly in his heart: Did he beat his elder brother hard to prevent him from being too proud, hehe.

Yiliu secretly looked at Yifeng's face, seeing the evil smile on his face, he couldn't help but shuddered, but there was more doubt in his heart. This little brother of mine is too different, he who can't become a warrior would be disappointed when he hears such a result, but he is calm and natural. Could it be that his mind has really been tempered to the point where he can't be flattered or humiliated? !

"Little brother, you really can't tell me, where have you been for the past five years?"

"Tell you, I'm afraid you'll be jealous and can't bear wiping your neck with a knife." Yi Feng said with a smile. I have been involved too much in the past five years, and I can't even let Yiliu and the others know my identity.

Yiliu looked at Yifeng with contempt: "Joke, is there anything in this world that makes me jealous to wipe my neck with a knife?"

However, Yiliu became more curious in his heart, what exactly did his little brother do in the past five years? I always feel that this kid is infinitely mysterious, and I, who is even hailed as a genius, seem ashamed in front of him.

"Little brother, you think I'd like to know!" Yifeng said disdainfully, "I'm here to tell you good news. Cousin Qin is back, she should be in the front hall now."

"Whoosh..."

With a hasty sound, Yi Feng stood up abruptly, and the sloppy posture just now disappeared completely. A beautiful figure also flashed in his mind. A smile could not help but bloom at the corner of his mouth.

"I don't know what you look like after five years? Have you turned upside down?" Yi Feng muttered to himself, the smile on the corner of his mouth was even stronger. A sense of anticipation and even timidity rose from Yi Feng's heart.

The utter laziness that Yifeng disappeared made Yiliu smile wryly: "Perhaps, only Cousin Qin can change my younger brother's lazy posture."

However, Yiliu didn't notice that Yifeng, who was supposed to be a cripple, ran at a speed that a cripple should have.

Yifeng, who was galloping to the door, stopped abruptly, turned around in Yiliu's doubts, suddenly took out an object from his arms, and threw it to Yiliu across a curve.

"Brother, then..."

Looking at the thin and simple book in his hand, Yi Liu couldn't help frowning at the yellowed and torn paper, but he still squared the book in doubt and glanced lightly.

But right away, he yelled in horror: "Sun-level low-level martial arts!"

Yi Liu's eyes widened, and he glanced again in disbelief. The words above made him finally accept this reality.

Yiliu's fist-sized heart was beating violently as if it had been shaken by a violent storm. My heart can't be calm for a long time. How many people would fight for the daily skill.

"My little brother is indeed very mysterious, but what has he been doing for the past five years?" Yi Liu was very helpless, and Yi Feng didn't say anything, he had no choice.

Even though he is his elder brother, he throws out low-level daily exercises like trash, which is too awesome. This is something that will be fought over and over.

Yi Liu shook his head vigorously, a helpless and bitter smile flashed across his mouth, looking at the very bad-looking cheat book in his hand, he was ecstatic but also deeply helpless.

"Perhaps only Cousin Qin can get some information about him in the past five years."

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