The Mountain God Temple in the Snowstorm

"Do you... do you know how long I've been waiting for this day?"

The Golden-Winged Eagle King was so excited that he almost knelt down and shouted "Godfather!" to express his respect for Chu Feng.

Chu Feng smiled and said, "No rush, good things come to those who wait. I need a little more time, and besides, I promised Bing Yan I'd write the Great Dao Script for her first. Your Sanskrit will come later."

Golden-Winged Eagle King: "..."

He was happy for nothing, and although he was annoyed, he didn't think anything of it.

After all, anyone with eyes could see that Elder Bing and Chu Feng had a special relationship.

The fact that the two of them spend time alone in the room every night is something that outsiders can't compare to, not to mention that he is just an eagle.

Chu Feng glanced at the already pale sky and said, "Alright, let's pack up for a bit; it's time to leave this Great Abyss Royal City."

"Promise."

After everyone responded, they all returned to their rooms to pack their luggage.

As the sun rose, a carriage slowly drove out of the Great Abyss Royal City.

The carriage continued south.

Several days later, at dusk, the carriage arrived at the outside of a dilapidated temple.

Chu Feng said, "Let's rest here tonight."

"Promise."

As the Golden-Winged Eagle King spoke, he made the Thousand-Mile Steed stop.

Chu Feng stepped off the carriage and walked into the dilapidated temple. As soon as he entered, his eyes were drawn to the broken mountain god statue in the center of the temple.

It has Yao Qi, and it's quite strong.

However, Chu Feng didn't care too much. These mere demons were nothing to a powerful figure like him.

As long as that guy doesn't bother me at night while I 'Dao Script, it'll be fine.

The Golden-Winged Eagle King quickly tidied up a clean space for Chu Feng.

Chu Feng then took out his brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, sat down on the ground, and continued writing the Great Dao Script that he had not finished before.

About half an hour later, the sound of rustling footsteps came from outside.

Chu Feng was not disturbed by the footsteps. The little eagle that the Golden-Winged Eagle King had transformed into glanced outside the dilapidated temple and saw seven or eight little beggars walking into it.

The oldest of these little beggars was no more than eleven or twelve years old, while the youngest was only four or five.

They were all disheveled, and their clothes were tattered.

They saw Chu Feng and his group, and stood anxiously outside the door, not daring to approach.

Seeing this, Bing Yan said calmly, "You can do as you please, don't worry about us."

"Thank you for your kindness."

The lead beggar bowed politely to Elder Bing, then beckoned to the group of beggars, who gathered diagonally opposite Chu Feng and the others.

The little beggars started a fire, and one of them even dug out a broken pot with a chipped corner from under the mountain god statue and put it on the makeshift stove to boil water.

The firewood crackled and popped.

Just as the group of little beggars were busy with their tasks, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from outside.

The lead beggar then said to one of the other beggars, "Old Six, go out and see who's come to the outer gate?"

"Okay, Big Sister."

After finishing his sentence, Old Six walked out of the temple.

A moment later, he trotted in and said, "Big Sister, it's a group of bodyguards."

The Big Sister breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, "Remember, whatever happens later, be patient and don't offend them."

"OK."

The group of little beggars seemed to have great faith in this Big Sister, and they all nodded in agreement.

Chu Feng seemed oblivious to the chatter of the little beggars and continued writing.

A moment later, a loud voice came from outside the door.

"Captain, there's no danger in there. There's only a scholar, his wife, and a few beggars."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly man led a group of people in.

The leader of the bodyguards cupped his fists towards Chu Feng and said, "Excuse me."

"Please go ahead."

Chu Feng uttered two words indifferently, without even glancing at the person who had just entered the room.

This move caused the expressions of all the escorts behind the escort leader to change.

In their view, this scholar didn't take them seriously at all.

One of the young men glared at Chu Feng with a red face, but was stopped by the leading escort.

"Step down and do what you're supposed to do."

"Yes."

Although the escorts were a little depressed, they did not dare to go against the orders of the escort chief.

Their escort leader was the only Dao Foundation cultivator in the group; the rest of them were just a group of Body Tempering martial artists, not even considered cultivators.

Among the group, a young bodyguard couldn't help but ask a question.

"Boss, you are a true Dao Foundation cultivator, why are you being so polite to a scholar?"

The escort leader said, "There is no other reason. That noble man met so many of us in this wilderness, not to mention his face did not change, and even the pen he wrote did not tremble. This shows that the other party can kill us with a wave of his hand."

hiss...

Upon hearing this, the surrounding bodyguards instinctively gasped, their gazes towards Chu Feng now filled with awe.

The Golden-Winged Eagle King, standing on the roof beam, felt particularly annoyed upon hearing this. This little fellow had certainly seen a lot of the world!

He wasted his chance to shine in front of someone.

As the bodyguards settled in, night fell.

Huff... Huff...

The wind outside the temple grew stronger, making the roof tiles rattle.

Inside the temple, the lights were bright, and all three sides were exceptionally quiet.

The first to break the silence was a little beggar.

"Big... Big Sister, I'm scared."

The Big Sister, "Don't be afraid, it's just a bit windy tonight."

"Boss, I feel like the wind is a bit off," one of the bodyguards said.

The escort leader nodded slightly. "There are indeed some problems, so be ready to fight at any time."

After he finished speaking, he glanced in the direction where Chu Feng was, and to his surprise, the scholar was still writing.

I really don't know how that person managed to sit there for hours without moving.

"Boss, it's snowing."

After saying this, one of the bodyguards instinctively shivered.

"Snow in June! Oh no, we're in big trouble!"

As the escort said, his brows furrowed into the character "Chuan".

call...

Chu Feng suddenly stopped writing, muttering, "So tired."

Upon hearing this, Bing Yan said, "Young master, let me massage your shoulders."

"Okay."

Chu Feng paused for a moment after speaking, then turned to look at Bing Yan and asked, "You can do this too?"

Bing Yan nodded slightly. "I've seen them do it before, so I know a little bit."

Chu Feng: "..."

Bing Yan seemed oblivious to Chu Feng's change in expression, and walked behind him, gently pressing her small hand on Chu Feng's shoulder.

Chu Feng slowly closed his eyes, revealing an expression of enjoyment, seemingly oblivious to the words of the other bodyguards.

Seeing this scene, and recalling what their leader had just said, the bodyguards thought to themselves, "As expected of a distinguished person, even if Mount Tai collapses before him, he remains unfazed."

Thump, thump, thump...

A sudden knock on the door interrupted everyone's thoughts...