The Dragon from Hell

Compared to the Immortal Sect Conference, this incident was just a small episode, not even a big deal.

However, Qin Feng thought that it would be better to ask Lin Quansheng to come to the inner sect as soon as possible. With someone backing him up, at least he would be less bullied.

I could help him vent his anger once, but it was impossible for him to do it every time.

After returning that day, Qin Feng went to the back mountain, intending to ask his master for help.

But he didn't expect that Wuyou Mountain, which was usually deserted, had many people in the back mountain today.

As soon as he arrived at the door of Mo Wenyuan's small bamboo building, he saw a group of people standing around. They were all inner sect disciples. These were disciples who had practiced in the sect for many years, but had been stagnant because of talent problems, but were unwilling to go down the mountain to become a casual cultivator. They were willing to stay in the sect as a guard.

In the past, Qin Feng did not know the difference between casual cultivators and disciples of the immortal sect, and did not understand why some people would rather stay in the sect as a guard or servant than leave the sect and be free and unrestrained.

Later, Gusu Li explained that before truly cultivating the great immortal method, that is, the state of transformation, it is impossible to truly live forever.

Leaving the sect means losing the elixirs that maintain their appearance and lifespan.

The lifespan of casual cultivators is limited.

And staying in the sect, although the treatment is much worse than that of ordinary disciples, at least there is a "salary" and you can continue to practice.

However, although they are all disciples who are stranded because of their poor cultivation, when they see Qin Feng approaching, they stop him with a look of arrogance: "Stop! No outsiders are allowed to enter!"

The people who stopped him were aggressive, and Qin Feng frowned. His first reaction was that something happened to Mo Wenyuan, and these people were responsible for imprisoning this place.

But before he could ask, the person in front of him gave an explanation: "There are VIPs here, why are you, a little disciple, here to join in the fun? Go, go, go!"

The person in front of him recognized Qin Feng, mainly because his white hair was so easy to recognize.

Because he was easy to recognize, his attitude towards Qin Feng became even worse.

There was no other reason. Even though Qin Feng had become an inner disciple and was a direct disciple of Mo Wenyuan who had not been out of seclusion for three hundred years, he was still a mortal.

Even if they were not as talented as him, not as skilled as him, and even their status was lower than his.

But after all, they were working with the VIPs, and they all had spiritual bones in their bodies. How could they look down on Qin Feng?

But Qin Feng didn't care about their attitude. When he heard "VIP", he subconsciously thought it was An Jingfu, because he had seen these guards before, and they all worked behind An Jingfu.

The next moment, Mo Wenyuan's voice rang out in the bamboo building: "Let him in."

The guard hesitated, and then another voice rang out: "Didn't you hear what Elder Mo said? Let him go."

"Yes!"

The guard let him go, and Qin Feng had already recognized the voice of this "distinguished guest" - An Zisheng.

As soon as he entered the door, incense was lit in the bamboo building. It was Mo Wenyuan's homemade incense, which was not expensive.

An old man and a young man sat cross-legged at a low table, looking like they were drinking tea and talking happily.

"After so many years, I still miss the incense here. It always makes people feel calm and peaceful. When I was in the sect, only your place could make me feel quiet."

The person sitting opposite Mo Wenyuan was none other than An Zisheng, who had just caused a sensation a few days ago.

He had not shown up in the sect these days, but I didn't expect to see him here today, and it seemed that he and Mo Wenyuan were old acquaintances.

But An Zisheng is only over 300 years old now, and Mo Wenyuan has been in seclusion for 300 years.

That is to say, during the days when Mo Wenyuan was in seclusion, An Zisheng often came here, which was enough to show that he was not ordinary in Mo Wenyuan's heart.

Mo Wenyuan did not respond to An Zisheng's words, but turned his head to look at Qin Feng: "Why are you standing outside, come and sit down."

"Yes."

With Mo Wenyuan's words, Qin Feng walked over and sat down, facing An Zisheng's smiling eyes.

"Elder Mo, your new disciple is very special."

Qin Feng's eyes fell on him lightly, without any reaction on his face.

The latter still looked elegant and gentle, but he was an out-and-out smiling tiger.

Although Zhu Xing always looked like this, his eyes were cold.

But this person was different. He was smiling, his eyes were smiling, but the smile deep in his eyes was full of mockery.

Qin Feng sat down, and Mo Wenyuan's voice rang out: "Well, it's really special."

It's just that the "special" in the two people's mouths is the same and different.

Qin Feng looked at the feather fan in An Zisheng's hand and curled his lips slightly: "It seems that Mr. An's feather fan has been repaired."

An Zisheng paused in swinging the folding fan, the smile on his face did not fade: "Brother Qin, what you said is not right, it's just a folding fan, if it breaks, just replace it with a new one. You should know that for people like us, we dare not say other big words, but we have as many small toys as we want, and it's not a big deal to just break a few and throw them away."

"Really?" Qin Feng said calmly: "The folding fan can be replaced if it is broken, but Mr. An must protect his hand. There are many folding fans in the world, but Mr. An has only one hand. Don't let the fan still be there, but Mr. An has lost the ability to play with it."

"Oh? Then I have to pay attention." An Zisheng looked like he agreed: "Thank you for your reminder, Brother Qin, although I didn't know that there are still people who break the handle of the fan in the world, but I will be more careful in the future. As for the fan, play with it slowly , play carefully, I believe that my hand will not be the first to break. "

"I hope so."

The two of them talked back and forth, and Mo Wenyuan next to them took a sip of the teacup and impatiently put the cup on the table: "Okay, you two little ones are playing guessing games in front of me. Do you really think I am old and confused? If you have something to say, just say it directly. If you don't want to say anything, just shut up. "

Seeing Mo Wenyuan's impatience, An Zisheng hooked his lips and stood up: "Since Elder Mo's disciple has something to ask you, I won't bother you for now. My mother has been in a bad mood since something happened. I have to go and accompany her. I can't leave even half a step. I will take my leave first and come to visit Elder Mo another day. "

Seeing that he bowed and looked very respectful, Mo Wenyuan waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

An Zisheng nodded and turned to leave.

Just as he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and said, "Oh, I almost forgot."

He looked at Mo Wenyuan and smiled, "Elder, please forgive Zisheng. I have been forgetful recently. Someone asked me to bring you a message."

Mo Wenyuan looked at him indifferently, waiting for him to speak.

An Zisheng smiled kindly, "He asked me to ask you, are you still having nightmares these years?"