Just when Feng Bingwen was puzzled, an old laugh came from above his head,
"Hahaha, I've kept the saints waiting for a long time, and I'm here."
Feng Bingwen looked up in bewilderment when he heard the laughter, and immediately saw a coquettish old man in white clothes, with fair hair and a childlike face, who could be called an immortal, falling from the sky step by step, and finally he was confused.
Standing in front of him in his eyes.
"Tongtian Sword Sect, Sun Siyuan, courtesy name Dongshan. If you are a sage and you don't mind, you can call me..."
"Wait a moment."
When Feng Bingwen saw the old man in front of him who was offering his hands to him with the courtesy of a disciple and a junior, he finally couldn't help but stop him.
"Old senior, have you recognized the wrong person? I am not a sage!"
"Did I admit the wrong person?"
The old man stood up, first looked at the rather elegant lakes and mountains around him, and then looked up and down. Feng Bingwen seemed to be a little confused in his eyes, but when he felt the fairy aura that Feng Bingwen inadvertently exuded,
Finally, I confirmed my thoughts and gained some enlightenment.
"No, I didn't admit my mistake, it's just that I came at the wrong time."
"Uh, senior, I don't quite understand what you mean."
Feng Bingwen didn't know the specific cultivation level of the old man in front of him, but he could feel the sword intent contained in the old man's body. It was a force that could definitely break mountains and rivers. There was no problem in crushing him at this time.
.
But it was such an old man who suddenly jumped up to him without saying a word, but also respectfully saluted him as his disciple, as if he was a junior in the future, which really made him unable to react.
What's going on? Is it possible that it's popular in the spiritual world to pretend to be young?
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Feng Bingwenfeng?"
Although he could see that the child in front of him was not the sage he really wanted to visit, Sun Siyuan was still very polite and treated him as a peer or even an elder.
"That's right for me, but I can't be called a senior gentleman."
Feng Bingwen came to his senses at this time. The Xuantian Dao cultivator who visited him earlier was probably behaving so strangely because of the Heavenly Book.
And the old sword cultivator in front of him, whose cultivation was unfathomable, had never had any interaction with him before, suddenly appeared in front of him, and he sounded like a sage. It was probably because of the influence of him being carried away by Qilin.
If this is the case, it is not surprising that the old swordsman in front of him has such a reaction.
Sage, these two words represent not only powerful power, but also vast knowledge and far-sighted vision that can see through the ages. In the endless despair and darkness, they sacrifice themselves to open up a future for the tribe.
To be fair, when Feng Bingwen first came back, he was still looking forward to the scene where he would be mistaken for a reincarnated sage. He even fantasized about the ghosts and gods who saw him being carried away by Qilin. After hearing the news of his return,
, the scene of excitedly rushing over to visit him.
But, no, nothing.
He achieved the innate Taoist body in that cave, and then returned. During this period of time, he lived very peacefully, even too peacefully. There was almost no one to disturb him. He had obviously appeared in front of the City God.
, and never deliberately concealed his existence.
This kind of calmness made Feng Bingwen feel a little ashamed, feeling that he thought of himself too much, so much so that he fantasized and expected unrealistic scenarios.
But how did Feng Bingwen know that after he came out, less than half a quarter of an hour after he met the City God, Emperor Daqian knew the information about his return, and then quickly summoned the three ministers and nine ministers to discuss a matter in a very short period of time. After that, strict orders were issued.
Feng Bingwen is not allowed to be disturbed for any reason. Any monk who acts strangely and attempts to get close to the reincarnated saint without any reason can be detained. If necessary,
Can be killed on the spot.
Precisely because of such a severe order, Feng Bingwen's life changed little before and after his return, and the scene he expected of being surrounded by a group of ghosts and gods and being licked wildly did not appear.
However, just when Feng Bingwen had given up his illusions and was practicing honestly, an old swordsman with an immortal style appeared. His respectful attitude greatly satisfied Feng Bingwen's vanity.
Of course, to be satisfied, you still have to have the necessary attitude. He is not a reincarnated sage, he is just an ordinary little monk who has raised his talent value a little bit.
"What's wrong with this?"
The old swordsman seemed quite cheerful, and the main reason for his attitude was that he could confirm the identity of the child in front of him, who was definitely the reincarnation of a sage.
The immortal spiritual energy in this child that made him feel ashamed was what he dreamed of. He was also lucky enough to see the reincarnation of an ordinary immortal once, but that immortal in the same realm could not cultivate this kind of true energy. .
Therefore, it must be the reincarnation of a sage, and it cannot be wrong.
But I don't know why, the sage didn't revive his memory. He didn't think that the sage couldn't do it, he just didn't do it.
"If I weren't afraid of being hunted down by my clan master, I would rather be by your side and serve you."
"That's no need."
Feng Bingwen was also startled by these words that were almost flattering. He didn't expect that this old swordsman who looked so upright and even had an aura of swordsmanship could actually say such words.
"It's just a joke. Don't be offended, Mr. Feng. I am considered to be in a high and powerful position now, and I can't help myself with many things. It's not something I can do just because I want to."
Sun Siyuan smiled. Although the person in front of him was a reincarnated sage, he was not in the state he wanted, so he neatly took out a cloth bag from his body.
"I came in a hurry and didn't prepare anything. I heard that Mr. Feng was looking for a little evil man named Jiang Yang, so I took it upon myself to send my disciples to look for him together.
It happened to hit the resurgence of the remnant soul of Shura. If this remnant soul is given some time to recover, it will definitely become a big disaster in the future, but Mr. Feng, you anticipated it and killed this danger in advance."
"?"
After hearing the words of the old swordsman in front of him, Feng Bingwen felt a big question mark appear in his mind. What is this?
"But I don't know what Mr. Feng is going to do with the remnant soul, so I accept it as a small gift for this visit. I hope you don't dislike it."
As he said that, the old man handed the cloth bag in his hand to Feng Bingwen, who took it expressionlessly. He felt that he was not a good actor, so he could only pretend to be paralyzed.
"Storage bag!"
As soon as Feng Bingwen got hold of the seemingly inconspicuous and even somewhat unremarkable cloth bag, he understood the mystery of this item. It was exactly the storage bag that countless casual cultivators could not get.
Blessed to the soul, Feng Bingwen's hand burst out with five-color fairy spirit energy. The originally plain and simple cloth bag, which seemed to be made of extremely rough fabric, suddenly bloomed with brilliance. The next moment, the brilliance converged and returned to its original state.
At this time, Feng Bingwen also felt that there seemed to be something in his hand, and his spiritual consciousness naturally extended, and he immediately caught a glimpse of an ethereal and empty "bubble".
The "bubble" was not big, and the size of it was only enough to fit the island in the middle of the lake at his feet. There was nothing like this in it, except for a purple-gold bell that was surrounded by evil spirits, and what attracted Feng Bingwen's attention the most
Above the purple gold bell, there is a ferocious, tall, eight-armed evil spirit.
"This is my disaster!"
Seeing this eight-armed ghost with only half a body, Feng Bingwen suddenly understood.
His calamity was blocked again by someone, and they were even packaged up and given to him as a gift.
"This is really..."
Feng Bingwen, who clearly understood the reason, couldn't help showing a look of laughter or tears on his face.
"Master Feng seems to be very satisfied with the gift I prepared."
"Satisfied, naturally satisfied."
Feng Bingwen couldn't keep a straight face at this time, but others blocked the disaster for him. Although this behavior was almost flattering, it was probably because he wanted something else, but that was a matter for the future.
"That……"
The old Jianxiu looked at the child with a smile on his face and felt comfortable both physically and mentally. He felt that his trip had achieved his goal. However, just as he was about to say goodbye, a feeling of panic came to his mind.
"Hey, sir, there are actually guests here. It seems that Xi came at the wrong time!"
Silently, the old swordsman saw an elegant and easy-going middle-aged man next to him.
"Xuanting Longjun!"
Seeing the Dragon Lord next to him, the old swordsman resisted the urge to turn into sword light and escape. Although his cultivation level was not low, he was still one step away from becoming an immortal. A true dragon who was equal to an immortal.
, it’s just a matter of one paw.
"Lord Longjun!"
Seeing the sudden appearance of the Dragon Lord, Feng Bingwen also showed a more sincere smile, but he couldn't help but murmur in his heart,
"Why did they all come together?"
"Hey, I haven't seen you for just a few months, but my husband seems to have become a completely different person!"
With just one glance, Xuanting Dragon Lord Xi Muqing saw the extraordinary in Feng Bingwen. He had previously been able to see his true self through the dharma image that Feng Bingwen put together.
Now that we are face to face, what we can see is naturally more...
snort!
Long Jun let out a muffled groan, his tall and handsome body suddenly trembled, a large amount of sunflower water essence escaped, and the originally sunny sky suddenly became gloomy, and thunder rumbled.
"Hahaha, this Dragon Lord, just because he has transformed into a real dragon, dares to look around without even looking at who is standing in front of him? How can he see the details of the reincarnated sage?"
Feeling tortured under the pressure of the real dragon, but for the sake of the face of the human race, the old swordsman did not want to run away. When he saw the scene of the dragon king eating the turtle, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart without showing any sign of shame on his face.
Can't catch it.
"Sorry, it was Xi who was rude!"
Xi Muqing, whose figure had become a little unreal, raised her hands to Feng Bingwen and apologized.
He noticed the fairy spirit in Feng Bingwen and couldn't help but wanted to explore it. However, when he looked over, he saw a cyan figure raising his hand and pointing towards him.