The Dragon from Hell

"Brother Qin Feng, what are you talking about? When did Master accept you as his disciple?"

The most confused person right now is Zhu Xing.

He didn't expect that the mortal he brought in was actually Master's disciple.

At first, he did think that Qin Feng had recognized the wrong person, or was joking, but Qin Feng's expression was definitely not fake, he must have confirmed that he knew Master.

"Master, look at this..."

Zhu Xing wanted to confirm with the old man, but the old man waved his hand, motioning him not to speak, and looked at Qin Feng instead.

At first, the old man looked at Qin Feng with a strange and cold look, but when he saw Qin Feng's aggrieved look, the old man's eyes softened.

"Child, look carefully, are you sure I am your master?" The old man looked at Qin Feng and asked gently.

"I'm sure!" Qin Feng nodded firmly, his tone was very sure: "You saved me from the fire and water. If it weren't for you, there would be no Qin Feng today. Five years of living together day and night, five years of earnest teachings, Qin Feng will never dare to forget your face, let alone your kindness!"

Qin Feng knelt straight, and there was absolutely no sign of lying in his expression.

He was so determined that the other two didn't know what to say.

"Brother Qin Feng," seeing the old man fall into deep thought, Zhu Xing took the initiative to speak: "Think about whether you have recognized the wrong person. My master has not left Wuxiang Sect for more than 200 years. His disciple... Now there is only me left. How can you be his disciple, and how can you live with him day and night for more than five years?"

If you say that the master once saved Qin Feng accidentally, then Zhu Xing believes it.

The master used to be like that. Even if it was a little wild cat on the side of the road, he would save it as long as he saw it.

But Zhu Xing was sure that it was not true that Master and Qin Feng had been together for many years.

Because Master had been in Wuyou Mountain for nearly three hundred years, he had never left Wuyou Mountain, and would never accept another disciple.

Looking at Qin Feng again, he was only in his twenties, and was very different from himself and Master. How could he be Master's disciple?

Although at first he also thought that if Qin Feng was Master's disciple, it would be very reasonable for him to be so strong with his mortal body.

However, Qin Feng seemed to be unable to listen to anything now. He could no longer control his emotions after seeing Long Daoling's face.

This was a completely different world, but he saw someone who looked exactly like Long Daoling here. How could he stay calm?

The old man in front of him saw that he was kneeling firmly and refused to get up. After a long silence, he sighed: "Anyway, come in first and talk."

After that, the old man went into the house first.

Zhu Xing pulled Qin Feng: "Get up first, let's go in and talk about it. It's not a good idea for you to kneel here."

Although he still had doubts about this "junior brother" who suddenly appeared, at least he had no ill will towards Qin Feng now.

After entering the house, the three of them sat next to the old man's low table.

Qin Feng kept kneeling and looked at the old man with excitement, which made the old man helpless: "Child, I have been bored in this mountain for more than 200 years. It's hard to see an outsider once. You stare at me with such eyes, which makes me a little at a loss."

"I'm sorry, Master, I just saw you here suddenly and I was a little excited." Qin Feng lowered his eyes, took the tea handed to him by the old man, and slid his fingers on the edge of the quilt.

"Child, my disciple has just said that I haven't been down the mountain for more than 200 years. You look less than 100 years old. Even if you are, I haven't accepted any disciples for hundreds of years. How can you insist that I am your master?"

Just as Qin Feng was about to speak, he heard the old man say: "Forget about appearance. The old man is unkempt now, and his appearance back then is a little different. Besides, there are so many people in this world, and it is not impossible to occasionally meet someone with a similar appearance. You have to change your words."

In fact, he felt that there were new people in Wuyou Mountain a few days ago.

That night he called Zhu Xing to him and asked him who came from Wuyou Mountain.

In fact, Zhu Xing was a little dissatisfied with Qin Feng being arranged in Wuyou Mountain at the beginning. After all, the master has been here for nearly 300 years, and no one has disturbed his peace.

The master knew that the master didn't want to see anyone now, but he still arranged Qin Feng, a mortal, here. Zhu Xing would not understand An Jingfu's meaning.

In addition to wanting to marginalize Qin Feng, he also wanted his master to come out and deal with this mortal.

An Jingfu felt that since his master would not allow anyone toQin Feng would definitely not tolerate anyone disturbing him.

But what An Jingfu didn't expect was that when the old man knew that someone had moved into Wuyou Mountain, he had indeed asked Zhu Xing to send the person away.

But when he heard that the person who moved in was just an ordinary person, and heard a little about Qin Feng, he actually changed his mind and simply let Qin Feng stay.

The reason why he asked Zhu Xing to bring Qin Feng to see him today was simply because the battle between Qin Feng and Zhu Xing made him curious about this young man: he was just an ordinary person, but he could fight Zhu Xing back and forth.

He really wanted to see how this young man could cultivate such a level of cultivation as a mortal.

But he didn't expect that he would see the person, and he himself was entangled.

Facing this young man who looked at him with a sharp gaze, the old man was also helpless.

"Of course it's not just because of his appearance!" Qin Feng heard this and said firmly: "There is also this!"

Qin Feng said, pointing to a shelf in the corner of the room.

The old man Zhu Xingdu turned his head and saw the long flute on the shelf at a glance.

"Flute?"

Qin Feng nodded and said more firmly: "It should be the song you played before! My master once played that song, and I can guarantee that the song is exactly the same as yours!"

Based on his appearance alone, Qin Feng naturally would not immediately conclude that the person in front of him was Long Daoling.

But after hearing the song and seeing the person, Qin Feng believed that the old man in front of him must be Long Daoling.

Although he didn't know why Long Daoling appeared here, and he didn't seem to know him at all, he always felt that even if the person in front of him was not Long Daoling himself, he must have a thousand connections with his master.

After seeing the old man's face, he felt that he seemed to have touched something, but he couldn't find the answer to the question now...