: The Memorial

When Ling Feng was in the Duchy of Yanlong, he exchanged two things from Ravelli, plus the Fengling Point provided by Ravelli.

The Wind Spirit Horn happened to be used on Casano, who lost all his magic power at that time, but the other two had no effect. A dead branch and a colorful glass bead. Ling Feng thought that if he hadn't thought that dead branch was weird at the beginning, coupled with Ravelli's persistence in the monster eggs, and Ling Feng's acquisition of the dark lightning marten monster eggs, he probably wouldn't have changed it so easily.

However, Ling Feng is now carefully fiddling with the space ring in his hand and takes out the bead.

It was exactly the same as what I saw before, just a small bead, colorful and very smooth on the outside. Ling Feng compared it with the pattern on the parchment roll and felt that the difference between the two was not big, it was just a little different in the color feeling.

The one on the parchment looks even more charming and weird.

However, Ling Feng was quite convinced that the bead in his hand was the bead drawn on the parchment scroll. If you want to talk about why Ling Feng didn't take out the bead in front of Carvalho, Ling Feng himself couldn't say why. He just felt that such a thing needed to go to a place that no one knew about, and then he made the decision alone, and then tasted the joy in it.

Especially when the beads in his hand were placed close to the parchment roll, and the two compared each other to create a consistent scene, the joy of discovering the secret in Ling Feng's heart completely plump and filled Ling Feng's entire heart. He felt like he was looking for him in a dream for thousands of times, but when he suddenly looked back, the man was in the dim light.

Of course, this feeling did not last long. What came to Ling Feng's mind was what the bead was for? Ling Feng had never seen the other three things on the parchment roll, but it did not prevent Ling Feng from inferring that these four things would not be ordinary use.

However, as far as Ling Feng is now, everything seems to be clueless.

The sea clan, the Chaos Sea, these two words flashed around in Ling Feng's mind. Ling Feng was wondering if he should go to the Chaos Sea. Then, he felt that his decision seemed to be too hasty.

Not to mention the dangers of the Chaos Sea, just the vastness of the entire sea area is not something Ling Feng can only explore. Even if he goes there, he will not gain anything.

On the contrary, in such a dangerous place, there is little information about the Chaos Sea in the rumors of the ancient continent. Even the five dangerous places or the three Jedi do not have the name of the Chaos Sea. Why is all this?

Ling Feng found that since the appearance of this parchment, he had become a curious baby, and the problems were one after another.

The dead branch in the space ring was taken out by Ling Feng again. After being shelved in the space ring for so long, the whole branch still gave Ling Feng a tenacious breath of life. If it weren't for remembering that Ravelli had told Ling Feng that he had tried to plant this branch without any improvement, Ling Feng would have decided to use this branch as a willow branch to cut.

"It seems that things from the ancient continent are really strange." Ling Feng sighed and put away the dead branches and beads. Perhaps only after a certain period of time can he understand the function of these two things, or perhaps he will never know them in his life.

Only the faint feeling in the dark made Ling Feng feel that these things are not simple.

However, once you encounter a person who can prove the value of these things, Ling Feng's mood will suddenly get better, as if it was a surprise or a harvest. Just like today, when Ling Feng looked at the beads and the parchment rolls, he felt particularly cute, and the air around him seemed to be fresher.

"Master, are you back?" Robertst's voice came from outside the door. Maybe it was because Ling Feng had just come in in a hurry and the door outside was not closed later. In addition, Wanqi Mingyao and Nicole would not come back at this time. They at least need to wait until Robertst finishes his practice and comes back to prepare the meal before they will appear on the dining table very on time.

Since I tasted Robertst's craft, it seems that all this has become a fixed pattern.

Ling Feng was used to Robertst's appearance, but he did not express much welcome. At least, in Ling Feng's heart, he still felt that people like Robertst were more suitable to be a minstrel than to be a disciple of Ling Feng. As for the images of the two women Nicole and Wanqi Mingyao, Ling Feng's heart began to be a little confused.

If Ling Feng is more possessive, at least Ling Feng would not give up on them. But now Ling Feng is possessive? Ling Feng himself shook his head slightly, as if everything recently made a small grudge between him and the two girls. Especially after being with Wanqi Mingyao for a long time and being close to life, he would even realize that even as Wanqi Mingyao is a little girlish in character.

"Master, why is it so early today?" Robertst has always respected Ling Feng, but it is just his personality. Sometimes he will make a little humor. Of course, this is his own idea. For example, if you go to "The Ancient Notice" to publish a poem and praise Ling Feng, it also falls within the scope of his humor. "Wait a little and dinner will be ready soon."

Looking at some vegetables, meat and so on in Robertst's hand, Ling Feng's grudge against Robertst suddenly disappeared in this moment.

No matter what his purpose is, when a handsome man who likes to show off, he will willingly go to the kitchen every day, all his minor mistakes should not be remembered.

"Robertst, how is the exercise place today?" Ling Feng asked casually.

Robertst immediately put down the things in his hand, walked over, and replied to Ling Feng: "Master, I am much more skilled in my movements, but I feel that this amount is a little bit more, and my legs and feet are almost numb."

"Have your legs and feet numb?" Ling Feng looked at Robertst's figure, "I think you were still very brisk in these steps just now. This shows that the amount of training is not enough. It's not that I'm not supervising by the side, so you're lazy?"

"How could that be? I did it strictly as what the master said." Robertst immediately clarified with a bitter face. However, his eyes were secretly paying attention until he noticed the slight smile on the corner of Ling Feng's mouth. To be honest, as a disciple of a saint, although it looks glorious outside, only Robertst himself understands the pain. Although Ling Feng doesn't care much about Robertst's training and just makes some simple plans, Robertst dares not neglect at all. He naturally knew that if he really wanted to gain more knowledge with Ling Feng, what would he do if he didn't have the strength to always need protection from others?

Suddenly, Robertst's eyes lit up and he made a "huh" sound in his mouth.

Ling Feng followed his gaze and turned his head to look, but found that Robertst was looking at the parchment scroll he was still on the table. Ling Feng couldn't help but feel happy and asked, "Do you know the words on it?"

"I don't understand." Robertst shook his head.

Upon hearing this, Ling Feng's face naturally showed a disappointed expression. He looked at Robertst and smiled angrily: "Since you don't understand, then what are you?"

Robertst thought about it for a moment and whispered, "Because, I seem to have seen such words."

"Where?" Ling Feng's heart suddenly tightened, his eyes stared at Robertst, and asked. It seemed that the ups and downs of life were really exciting. Ling Feng even felt that if he hadn't been in good health, he might have had a heart attack. What he experienced this afternoon was really a little turbulent.

However, after asking this question, Ling Feng's mind suddenly appeared in his mind that Carvalho said that although the minstrel who knew a lot of fonts, no one knew the words on the parchment. Robertst was so young, not as young as Ling Feng, and could he know the words on the parchment?

"In East Timor." Robertst replied, "In a small coastal town, there is a deserted mountain temple there. On a corner of the mountain temple, there are such patterns on a corner of the mountain temple. However,..." Robertst looked at Ling Feng hesitantly, wondering whether he should continue talking.

"Say." Ling Feng nodded briefly and clearly.
Chapter completed!