Chapter 35

"……"

Looking at the small paws in front of him, Feng Yin was directly stunned.

What the heck.

Is it that picky about food?

Now it won’t even eat steamed buns, looking down on them?

These are special steamed buns from Jun Tian, good enough for ordinary warriors to eat!

The little guy squatted in front of him, tilting his head to look at him with a somewhat puzzled expression: I’m a cat, you want me to eat steamed buns?

"It’s fine if you don’t like it, but you’ll have to wait a bit. I’ll cook some meat tonight, and you can try to see if it suits your taste."

Feng Yin comforted the little thing: "But you must stay in the room and not go out, and you must not be discovered by anyone."

"Yi wu?"

The little guy looked at Feng Yin with confusion.

What’s up?

With my awesome looks, I can only hide in the room?

That’s such a waste, isn’t it?

"Your existence is crucial to both of our lives. If someone discovers you, it will leave a huge隐患... We need safety now, to develop stealthily and accumulate strength, understand?"

The little guy seemed to understand, nodding his head in a dazed manner.

Then he took a few steps with his small paws, elegantly walking to Feng Yin’s pillow, and skillfully burrowed into the pillowcase. He then poked his little head out: "Yi wu?"

Is this okay?

Then he pulled his head back in, and the pillow didn’t even have a bulge.

A small tail quietly swayed outside.

"Very good! Very good! Very obedient!"

Feng Yin praised lavishly.

Over the past two days, the spirit-gathering vortex derived from the practice of the Spirit Transformation Sutra had formed another one, but Feng Yin did not intend to use it on Feng Ying. The little guy’s growth rate had already exceeded Feng Yin’s expectations. Haste makes waste, and his understanding of the Spirit Transformation Sutra was still too shallow, so he decided to be cautious.

The little guy had only been born a few days ago, and was too young.

…

Just as he was about to turn and leave, Feng Yin suddenly stiffened all over.

He turned halfway, slowly turning back, with all his muscles completely tensed, like a hunting cheetah.

His eyes were filled with shock and fear, staring straight at the table.

On the table, there was a white cloth package, and on top of the package, there was a piece of paper.

When I came in just now, there didn’t seem to be this thing…

It suddenly appeared… Where did it come from?

Feng Yin took a deep breath. His first reaction was to turn and run, and his second reaction was to pick up Feng Ying and run together.

But he quickly calmed down.

If the other party could do this, they could easily take his life.

This person must be watching him in secret.

There’s no way to run.

In this situation, he could only pretend to be submissive and think of a way to deal with it.

Moreover, the other party didn’t directly jump out and kill him, which means they have other intentions and purposes.

This, I’m not afraid of at all.

After calming down, Feng Yin walked forward and slowly picked up the piece of paper.

As expected, it was a letter for him.

"After this matter, the gentleman must leave; the place to go is only Yuezhou."

The first sentence made Feng Yin’s hair stand on end.

Who is this person?

"… When the gentleman leaves, there is a favor to ask. The package contains some items. Please take them to Yuezhou City, to the Qiankun Building, and give them to the innkeeper. My whereabouts must not be revealed. I hope the gentleman can help, and I am very grateful. If the gentleman does not agree, I will be very disappointed. Please understand."

Feng Yin couldn’t help but start cursing in his heart.

You’re basically putting a knife to my neck and forcing me to do something. And then you say, ‘If you don’t agree, I will be very disappointed.’ Disappoint your sister!

This is still bearable, but what scared Feng Yin the most was the signature.

There was no name, only a paw print, made with red ink.

The middle part showed the pad, with fine texture, and one could even feel the softness of the pad. However, the sharp tips of the paw print had pierced through the paper, leaving tiny holes.

It carried a faint aura of blood and iron, of killing intent.

Feng Yin felt his heart race. This paw print… what kind of paw print is this? And such a skilled person should be able to control their strength, so why leave holes?

Is it to intimidate me?

Moreover, such an existence, what can’t they do themselves, why do they need me to do it?

Feng Yin was at a loss.

The other party clearly didn’t intend to kill him directly.

Although he couldn’t understand, there didn’t seem to be much malice. Pretending to be submissive and helping the other party once wouldn’t hurt.

Maybe there will be some benefit in the future?

The benefit is not the main issue; the biggest problem is that if he doesn’t help now, he won’t be able to get through this situation.

"This kind of request for help is ridiculous. It’s better to just call it extortion." Feng Yin muttered in his heart.

…

In the evening, the smell of meat filled the air.

Feng Yin prepared a small bowl, cut the meat into small pieces, and brought it into the room for Feng Ying, who ate happily but cleverly made no sound. The meal was filled with small, quiet bites, and his eyes had a cautious, almost thieving look, full of vigilance.

First time eating meat, it’s so delicious!

So delicious!

When Feng Yin came out, Xu Lao San and Xu Lao Si were already in the yard, each sitting on a stool, looking excited.

The jars of wine next to them had already been opened, and the aroma of wine filled the air.

The three large bowls on the table were already filled with wine.

The two brothers never expected that Feng Yin, such a miser, would actually invite them to a feast.

Such unexpected joy must be enjoyed to the fullest, to do justice to their stomachs.

Even Xu Lao San had made two trips to the toilet, using his skills to clean his intestines and stomach, preparing to eat and drink to the fullest, to recoup the more than a thousand taels of hard-earned money.

But Feng Yin’s first words left the two brothers completely stunned.

"Those debts, they’re forgiven. I’ll burn the IOUs for you."

Saying this, he took out the IOUs and tore them to pieces.

Xu Lao San: …

Xu Lao Si: …

Looking at each other: What’s going on today? Is it the end of the world?

"Gentlemen, we’ve been together for quite some time. No matter how it started, it’s a bond of fate."

"First, I congratulate Lao San on his recovery."

Feng Yin raised his bowl: "Cheers."

"Cheers."

The two brothers couldn’t wait to raise their bowls and drink, laughing heartily, feeling elated.

The moonlight was cold, the wind was chilly, the tree shadows swayed, and there was a faint smell of cooking and the fresh scent of grass and trees in the air.

All three drank quickly, and after a few rounds, they opened up and started talking.

Feng Yin ate and drank while secretly practicing the Spirit Transformation Sutra, trying to form two spirit-gathering vortices at once.

He had a slight liking for these two somewhat cunning but fundamentally honest men, but he didn’t have any deep attachment. However, thinking about how they would be affected by him, and how their future in the world of martial arts would be even more difficult, and how they might die at any moment, he couldn’t help but feel compassion and decided to leave them a gift, a cause and effect, and a bond of kindness before parting ways.

No matter the reason, they have been affected by me; I should give them something to ease my conscience.

This was Feng Yin’s true thoughts.

While drinking, chatting, and talking about the world of martial arts, they somehow started talking about dreams.

What dreams do you have for this world of martial arts? What plans? What goals for the future?

As they talked, the topic came up.

When the topic of dreams, plans, and goals was mentioned, all three fell into a silence.

Then they raised their cups together.

Drinking.

Dreams, plans, and goals are always the three words that make men feel the most disheartened.

Children of the world of martial arts live and die in the world of martial arts.

Everyone has dreams.

But how many have been realized throughout the ages?

By now, they had already had many rounds of drinks, and Xu Lao San, who had been drinking heartily, was already somewhat tipsy, but his mind was still clear.

This state was just a slight intoxication from not drinking for a long time, not a lack of alcohol tolerance.

After all, he was a very capable iron-plated assassin, with a good alcohol tolerance.

"Dreams…" Xu Lao San gave a bitter laugh: "Now, do we even have the right to say these two words?"

"Back in the day, Lao Si’s biggest dream was to marry the girl next door, Xiao Lan, and live a happy life; now… Xiao Lan has long been married to someone else. When Lao Si and I earned our first sum of money, we rushed home excitedly to prepare for Lao Si’s wedding, only to find Xiao Lan getting married to someone else. I clearly remember that Lao Si was completely stunned. He ran to the river, holding the silver and saying to it, ‘I’ve earned the money to marry you, but you’re already married to someone else…’"

"Now Lao Si is still disheartened and can’t forget, but Xiao Lan’s whole family has already died in the chaos of war, without even a tombstone to remember. Dreams… hahaha… dreams are just a joke."

Xu Lao Si lowered his head, sighing softly, his eyes misty, and silently drank the wine in one go.

Then he looked up at the bright moon in the sky, his eyes vacant, not knowing what he was thinking.

Feng Yin saw the rough man’s face for the first time with a touch of tenderness and sadness.

What was he thinking?

Was he thinking of Xiao Lan?

Or was he thinking of the disappointment of going out to earn money to marry a wife, only to come back and find his beloved getting married to someone else?

Or was he thinking of the happiness and excitement of the journey back home with the money in his pocket?

The moonlight was like water, shining on Xu Lao Si, and at this moment, the rough man’s eyes were as misty as the moonlight in the sky.

"As for my dream, my dream…"

Xu Lao San looked at his brother, sighed, and raised his bowl to drink.

My dream is… to let Lao Si live a good life, even if it means sacrificing my own life. Earn some money, let Lao Si marry a wife, and live his life.

As for myself, as an older brother, when the whole family has no security, what right do I have to pursue my own dreams?

These two words are too beautiful, too beautiful to even think about. Only drinking and sighing.

Feng Yin also silently took a sip of wine and sighed.

Dreams, these two words, are light and airy yet heavy and disheartening.

How many people’s dreams, like Xu Lao Si’s, have already been buried in the earth long ago?

Throughout history, what has been buried in the earth is not just beauty, not just heroes!

But countless, shattered dreams.