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After the disciples of Fengwu Villa returned to the villa in triumph, the gongs and drums were deafening, and all the children of the clan came out to cheer and welcome them.

Especially Lang Zilin, she killed the tiger king and won the hunting victory, and she was like a star surrounded by the moon. Countless people surrounded her and asked about the fierce battle at that time.

Miss Lang smiled and responded to everyone's praise and compliments, but she always remembered Shi Feng at the foot of the mountain.

After finally finding some time, she hurriedly sent a letter to Shi Feng, inviting him to come to the villa.

Anyway, the hunting was over and the result was determined.

At this time, as a friend, Shi Feng came to the villa to congratulate, and there was no taboo.

Originally, according to Shi Feng's plan, once there was news from the master, he would immediately return to Taijimen.

But the current situation is unclear, and it is not appropriate to fly back rashly.

Shi Feng thought about it and replied, "Miss Lang, can you help me invite fellow Taoist Zang Jizi to come out for a chat?"

After a cup of tea, Lang Zilin replied.

After reading it, Shi Feng flew into the air and went southwest.

After flying out of Fuqiu Mountain and traveling for fifteen or sixteen miles, rows of houses appeared in front of us.

This is a small town called Huangling Town, located on the official road, with about a hundred households.

At this moment, around the second watch, most people in the town have turned off the lights and gone to sleep.

There is a wine shop at the east end of the town, with two red lanterns at the door, with three big characters "Feng Yi Fang" written on them.

Shi Feng descended from the clouds and stepped into the hotel.

There was only one waiter inside wiping the table and tidying up the benches. When he saw Shi Feng coming in, he bowed and asked, "Sir, it's so late, are you staying or having a meal?"

"I'm not staying, just eating something casually."

"Then please sit down, but it's late, and I'm afraid there aren't many ingredients left in the kitchen."

"No problem. Do you have any wine?"

"Of course I have wine, the newly brewed Piao Lao wine just arrived yesterday."

Although Shi Feng was trapped in Yuchang Palace for fifty-two years, it was five hundred and twenty years for him.

In these years, I haven't touched a drop of wine. When I smelled the word "wine" this time, I couldn't help but be greedy.

"Well, you first order five catties of the best Piao Lao wine. No need for hot dishes, just some cold dishes, two will do."

The waiter secretly stuck out his tongue. Wow, five catties of wine? It turned out to be a drunkard who had a midnight craving!

He said, "Okay, okay, sir, please sit down, the wine and food will be served immediately."

Shi Feng chose a table by the window and sat down. Not long after, the waiter brought the wine and food and put them on the table.

Shi Feng didn't touch the wine and food. He flicked his finger, and a thumb-sized beetle flew out of his sleeve. It was the seven-ringed worm king.

For five hundred years in Yuchang Palace, the worm king lay on the green jade stone every day to absorb the venom of the Nalanda magic flower.

The hundreds of green jade stones that Shi Feng had salvaged from the bone-changing pond before had almost been eaten by the seven-striped worms.

The body of the seven-striped insect, which had eaten so many poisonous stones, had turned from pitch black to emerald green, and its size had grown from a sesame seed to the size of an ordinary person's thumb.

As the insect king grew up, it gradually gained some intelligence, and Shi Feng could communicate with it slightly.

However, the defense of the seven-striped insect king was still very weak, and it was estimated that any Qi training disciple could crush it to death with one foot.

Since the seven-ringed insect king would not eat anything without poison and could identify poisons, Shi Feng was cautious by nature, so he called it out to test the poison.

The insect king flew around the wine and food and sank back into Shi Feng's sleeves.

Shi Feng then poured a bowl of wine and drank it. He almost didn't eat any food, and in a short while he had drunk five catties of wine, so he asked for another five catties.

The waiter saw it and was amazed, what a good alcohol tolerance!

When Shi Feng drank five catties of wine by himself and asked for another five catties of wine, the waiter was a little worried and asked cautiously, "Sir, the shop will be closed soon. Can you please settle the bill first?"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone outside shouted, "This gentleman's bill is all on our farm. You can go and get the wine."

As he was speaking, two people walked in from outside. The young girl in front with bright eyes and white teeth was Lang Zilin.

The thin and tall Taoist priest behind was Zang Jizi of Hualing Sect.

The waiter knew the eldest lady of Fengwu Villa and quickly bent down, "So you are a distinguished guest of the farm. I neglected you, neglected you!"

He hurriedly wiped the stool, asked Miss Lang to sit down, and went to the kitchen to get wine, food and dishes.

Shi Feng smiled and said, "Miss Lang, you are so busy, why did you come here in person? Daoist Zang Jizi, I haven't seen you for many years. Do you remember me?"

Zang Jizi stared at Shi Feng and identified him carefully, and said in a long voice, "Oh, oh! It's you."

He had recognized that the person in front of him was the Taiji Sect cultivator who captured him in Panlong Ridge.

After not seeing each other for many years, this person has also established his foundation, and his cultivation seems to be one level higher than his own.

Lang Zilin pursed her lips and smiled, "You two really know each other."

Lang Zilin found Zang Jizi before and relayed Shi Feng's words, wanting to meet him.

However, Zang Jizi was at a loss when he heard it, "My friend, Shi Feng? Taiji Sect?"

He tried hard to recall that there was no one named Shi Feng among his friends.

As for Taiji Sect, it is one of the five righteous sects of Yan State, and they have always been enemies with the demon cultivators, let alone friends.

When Lang Zilin heard it, he was very embarrassed. If Zang Jizi did not go, he would fail Brother Shi's trust. But it was not easy for him to force Zang Jizi, after all, he was also a guest invited by the village to help.

After thinking about it, Lang Zilin decided to accompany Zang Jizi to take a look.

In the battle between good and evil, both sides fought to the death. Shi Feng showed mercy back then, and Zang Jizi was very grateful. He hurried forward and smiled, "I'm sorry, I'm not very smart, and I dragged Miss Lang to come here in person."

"No problem! No problem! You guys talk first, I'll go upstairs to talk to the shopkeeper of Fengyifang."

Lang Zilin was very smart. She knew that Shi Feng hurried to find Zang Jizi, and there must be something important to discuss, so it was inconvenient for her to listen in.

Shi Feng was not polite. He nodded to Lang Zilin to express his gratitude, and then called Zang Jizi, "Daoyou, please sit down."

After Zang Jizi sat down, Shi Feng set up a soundproof ban around him and asked anxiously, "Daoyou, I invited you here to ask you how Taiji Sect is doing now?"

Zang Jizi was stunned, "Daoyou Shi, what, you are a Taiji Sect cultivator, why are you asking me..."

"To be honest, I went to the Savage Continent fifty years ago and came back a few days ago. I don't know any news about the sect."

"Oh! That's it!" Zang Jizi suddenly realized, and he sighed, "Brother Shi, your sect, your sect had a big event thirty years ago."

" What's the big deal? "

"The ancestor Huang Yan of your clan passed away."

Shi Feng was stunned, "What? The ancestor is gone, how is that possible!"

In the black tortoise bone, Long Er grinned, "Look at Shi Lao San, he's really good at acting. His ancestor was clearly killed by his own hands, but he pretended not to know!"

Zang Jizi sighed, "Well, it is said that the ancestor of your clan was too seriously injured. He tried all kinds of methods to delay it for a hundred years, but he died of incurable diseases."

Ancestor Huang Yan was injured by the purple-haired demon Ren Jiu during the war between good and evil. The Hualing Sect also participated in this matter. Therefore, when Zang Jizi talked about this matter, his tone was somewhat sympathetic and somewhat uneasy.

The real cause of death of ancestor Huang Yan, the only one in the world who knew the truth was Shi Feng.

He pondered in his heart. Ancestor Huang Yan died in the fifty-two years, but it was not exposed until thirty years ago. The sect tried hard to cover it up for more than twenty years, but after all, the paper could not cover the fire, and the news of the ancestor's death was still spread.