Feng Lin found that the man was unmoved, so he took out his ID.
The man looked at the words and stamps on it, then took out his cell phone and walked away.
After a while, he came over and said, "Someone will be here to greet you soon."
"good."
Feng Lin and Xu Ruoying stood here waiting quietly.
The man in front of him went to the hillside in the distance and sat on the ground to rest.
"Their attitude is not very good."
Xu Ruoying said in a low voice.
"Essentially, these sects have no favorable impressions of the country."
Feng Lin didn't care either.
The Second Master has said this before, and the state has restricted the expansion of these sects.
At the beginning, the Internet and communications were not so developed.
All sects distribute their power to the outside world, which is commonly understood as occupying the mountain and becoming the king.
But now, they can only stay in the ruins.
When I go out to make money, I have to be sneaky and not as free as I used to be.
After a while, a middle-aged man with a goatee came over with a smile.
He was wearing black casual clothes, with a silver crescent pattern on the upper left side of his shirt.
"Welcome, welcome, I am Wang Yuan, the third elder of the Silver Moon Sect."
Wang Yuan came to Feng Lin with a smile.
"Hello, I am Feng Lin, and this is my assistant."
Feng Lin pointed at Xu Ruoying and explained casually.
"Feng Lin, I have heard of your name, but I wonder why you came to our Silver Moon Sect?"
Wang Yuan spread his hands with an innocent face, "Our Silver Moon Sect has not done anything bad."
"You misunderstood. I came here this time to ask the sect leader a few questions."
Feng Lin asked with a smile, "Is it convenient for your sect leader now?"
"This is really inconvenient."
Wang Yuan shook his head gently, "Our sect master is currently on the verge of a breakthrough, so we cannot disturb him."
"So, I came at the wrong time?"
Feng Lin looked at Wang Yuan and didn't know whether this man was deliberately looking for trouble.
"If you don't mind, ask me the same thing."
Wang Yuan said with a smile.
"I heard that there is a lineage of people named Song in the Silver Moon Sect?" Feng Lin asked.
This kind of problem is not a secret and there is no need to hide it.
"Song? Speaking of it, he does have this lineage, but..."
Wang Yuan suddenly smiled and said, "This lineage is the cook of our sect."
"Cook?" Feng Lin frowned.
"Yes, generations have helped our Silver Moon Sect cook, but the younger generation has long since moved out."
Wang Yuan turned his head and said, "Now there is only one old master left here."
"Please take me there."
Feng Lin couldn't help but feel a little excited when he learned that there was no extinction.
At least there is some hope.
"Can I ask what he did?" Wang Yuan asked with a smile.
"We got news that the Song family of the Silver Moon Sect was involved, so we came over to ask." Feng Lin replied.
Naturally, he couldn't tell the other party specific information.
"follow me."
Wang Yuan turned around and led the way.
Feng Lin glanced at Xu Ruoying, and the two followed him together.
They followed the creek and walked higher.
There are several buildings halfway up the mountain.
An old man with white hair was sitting next to the stream, washing a black cauldron.
When the old man saw Wang Yuan approaching, he stood up quickly and said, "Third Elder."
"Song Bin, these two are members of the country. They want to ask you something, just answer it truthfully."
After Wang Yuan finished speaking, he went back to resume his duties.
Just a cook.
Ever since Wang Yuan could remember, the Song family had been cooking for the clan.
So far, Song Bin has only reached the late stage of Ming Jin, and cannot even break through An Jin.
What great things can such a person do?
"Hey, hello, what are you doing with me?"
Seeing Wang Yuan leave, Song Bin sat by the stream again, washing the cauldron.
"Have you, the Song family, always been members of the Silver Moon Sect?"
Feng Lin squatted next to Song Bin and asked with a smile.
"Yes, my ancestors are from the Silver Moon Sect. I grew up here and took over my father's team."
Song Bin nodded.
"Where are your... descendants?" Feng Lin asked.
"Well, I'm ashamed to say that my son has been bullied by people from the sect since he was a child. I just let the child go to hell and take him out to live."
Song Bin shook his head gently, "The child's mother has been dead for more than ten years, and the son has been married and had children for a long time. I heard that the child is already twenty years old."
"Aren't you going to let him take over your shift?"
Feng Lin sat next to the creek and looked at Song Bin with a smile.
"We haven't interacted with each other for twenty years. I know that he dislikes my identity."
Song Bin smiled bitterly, "Which child wants to see that his father is a servant?"
Feng Lin felt that the pleasantries were almost over, and gradually asked the subject, "About your lineage, are there any masters?"
"A master? Humph! There is no master, but a bad guy."
Song Bin became angry when he talked about this incident.
"Oh? How do you say this?" Feng Lin felt that he was gradually finding the truth.
"I also heard from my father that when the Silver Moon Sect was first founded, our Song family was still one of the elders."
"But later, a person from the Song family stole the sect's treasure, and our family was demoted to servants and could no longer practice. All of this was thanks to him!"
Song Bin still remembered that when his father told this story, he was also gritting his teeth.
Feng Lin rubbed his chin and thought.
Could it be that that person is the senior in the coffin?
So his descendants must have had a bad life.
"So, does your clan have any secrets? Or family heirlooms or something like that?"
Feng Lin asked.
"What treasure can I have?"
Song Bin smiled and put the cauldron on the shore, "I have a treasure, and I have given it to my son a long time ago. At least he can live a good life and not hate me so much."
Feng Lin shook his head gently. It seemed that the senior had not expected that so many years had passed.
"Then do you want to go out? Enjoy family happiness in the outside world."
Now that he is here, Feng Lin will do his best to the end.
"No, the sect leader has rules. As long as he is an ancient warrior, he cannot leave the sect. He is afraid of doing bad things outside and affecting the reputation of the sect."
Song Bin said with a smile.
If he could go out, he would have left with his wife back then.
At that time, he was still young and relying on Ming Jin's strength, he could make a fortune by boxing.
If you are favored by a rich man and hire him as a bodyguard, you will have no worries about food and drink.
But, how can there be so many good things in the world?
"Don't worry, I'll go help you."
Feng Lin glanced at Xu Ruoying and asked her to wait where she was.
He is just a talented chef, not to mention he is already so old.
They will definitely let him go.
Feeling the breath, Feng Lin appeared on the other side of the mountainside.
The former Wang Yuan was here.
"Mr. Wang Yuan, we have almost asked you about the matter. It seems that I have found the wrong person."
Feng Lin said with a smile, "I was chatting with Old Man Song just now. He said that he is old and wants to go out and have a good night. I wonder if you can give me some face?"
"Okay, he's just a chef. What's more, it's not his turn to cook now. He just washes the dishes."
Wang Yuan nodded.
"Thank you. No need to send it off. We'll leave now."
Feng Lin handed Wang Yuangong his hands and turned to leave.
He returned to Song Bin and waved to him, "Follow me."
"Is it really possible?"
Song Bin's eyes widened in excitement, "I'm going to pack my things."
After saying that, he ran into the room far away.
After a while, Song Bin was carrying a baggage.
"let's go……"
"stop!"
Just when Feng Lin was about to take Song Bin away, two people came from a distance.
One of them is Wang Yuan.
The other one is a bald old man.
"Song Bin is from our Silver Moon Sect and cannot leave!" the bald old man shouted coldly.
Feng Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, something was wrong.
