After lunch, Qin Feng left Qin Mansion with Lan Ningshuang.
The latter has already broken through to the Shenwu Sixth Grade Strength Gathering Realm, and no longer needs to stay in the Chongyuan Formation to practice.
"Uncle, where are we going?" Lan Ningshuang asked.
Qin Feng lowered his head and pondered.
I won’t go to Baoyitang for the time being. Although you can gain literary energy by treating patients, most of them are treating common illnesses, and the literary energy gained is also limited.
I haven't been to Wangyueju for a while, so I have to go there today to ask shopkeeper Peng to collect the profits from the recent restaurant.
As for Ting Yuxuan...
"Let's go listen to Yuxuan first." Qin Feng said.
Not seeing Miss Cang for one day is like three autumns. I miss her very much.
Walking on the street, the vendors on both sides kept shouting. It rained heavily yesterday and many people did not open their shops. The weather finally cleared up, so naturally I had to hurry out and set up stalls.
Qin Feng looked around casually and passed by a man.
I don’t know if the other person didn’t pay attention or if he was careless.
The two people's shoulders collided.
Qin Feng thought it was because he didn't look at the road and was about to apologize, but the man in linen clothes with a dull face walked away without looking back.
"Uncle, are you okay?" Lan Ningshuang asked with concern.
Qin Feng looked at the man's back and shook his head. He rubbed his shoulder, feeling a little sore, as if he had hit an iron plate.
Could it be that he is practicing Shenwu Taoism, otherwise why would his body be so strong?
He didn't hesitate too much and moved on.
In Jinyang City, there is more than one man like this. They all have dull faces and don't look at people when walking.
When they reach a deserted alleyway, these people will blend into the ground and disappear inexplicably.
...
When I arrived outside Tingyuxuan, I saw an unexpected person.
Old Li, who was on crutches, was talking to that bad old man.
The strange thing is that although the distance is not far, I can only see them moving their mouths but cannot hear what they are saying.
Qin Feng approached and said hello: "Senior Li."
Old Li glanced at Qin Feng, nodded slightly, and then said goodbye to the old man.
But when he left, he left a message: "The hot pot tastes good."
Qin Feng was stunned at first, and then understood that Senior Li had indeed been to Wangyue Residence during this period of time.
"What? You know how to say hello to that guy, but you don't know how to say hello to me?" The old man Baili who was lying on the wicker chair snorted coldly.
Um, this bad old man...
Qin Feng cursed in his heart, but still said respectfully on his face: "Senior."
Unexpectedly, after saying hello, the bad old man ignored him at all. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Lan Ningshuang aside and said: "At such an age, he has entered the sixth level of Shenwu, which is not bad."
As soon as these words came out, Qin Feng looked surprised.
Lan Ningshuang had just entered the sixth level realm not long ago, how could this bad old man see it at a glance?
Generally speaking, if you want to see through another person's level of cultivation, you need to have some special means or your strength far exceeds that of the other person.
So what kind of situation does this bad old man belong to?
In fact, to this day, Qin Feng is still very curious about the old man's true identity.
And he had always wanted to use the old man's mouth to confirm Lao Li's identity and ask about the battle at Zhenling Pass.
After all, although this bad old man has a vicious mouth, he is indeed well-informed.
"Senior Baili, do you know the identity of Senior Li?" Qin Feng asked softly.
"You already have a guess in your mind, so why ask questions knowingly?" The old man glanced at it, but this time he didn't hide it.
The old man said so. It seems that Senior Li is really the soldier who survived the battle at Zhenling Pass... Qin Feng thought this way.
"But I have always had a question. The Daqian soldiers basically practiced the Shenwu Taoism, so why did Senior Li practice the Hundred Ghost Taoism?
And his rank is not low..." Qin Feng asked.
Among many Taoist traditions, although the divine martial arts are not magical, if they are both at a low level, the martial arts' combat prowess is undoubtedly the first.
Therefore, there is an unwritten rule for Daqian to cultivate soldiers, and that is to practice Shenwu Taoism!
After all, there are many officers and soldiers in the army, and it is no more than a dream to cultivate all of them to a high level. Therefore, training warriors is the most cost-effective, and you can turn them into combat power after reaching the ninth level!
Old Man Baili narrowed his eyes and fell into silence.
Just when Qin Feng thought that there would be no answer to this question again, the old man slowly said: "Who said he didn't practice Shenwu Taoism?"
As soon as these words came out, Qin Feng was stunned, and Lan Ningshuang also showed a confused look.
The original soul-binding method and the ability to control Yin spirits were not something that martial artists could do. Only the Hundred Demons could do it.
But why did the old man say that Senior Li practiced Shenwu Taoism?
Wait, is it possible that Senior Li is a dual cultivator of divine martial arts and hundred ghosts?
As soon as this idea came up, Qin Feng rejected it.
The methods of cultivation in different Taoist traditions are fundamentally different. It is common sense that a person cannot absorb Yin Qi while practicing Jin Qi.
A trace of sadness flashed in the old man's eyes, and he added: "He just lost all his energy and rebuilt the Hundred Ghost Tradition."
"What?" Qin Feng and Qin Feng both said in surprise at the same time.
The pain required to re-cultivate the Taoism is far beyond what most people can imagine, especially for martial artists.
The martial arts practice is to turn blood and energy into strength, and then continuously polish the physical body.
If you want to lose your martial arts skills, you need to go through the pain of burning your body with fire and being cut into pieces with thousands of swords.
Let me ask, who can endure this kind of pain?
"Senior Li, why do you do this?" Lan Ningshuang asked puzzledly.
Qin Feng thought of a possibility, and a sad look flashed in his eyes.
He took a deep breath and calmed down: "Hundred ghosts can distinguish ghosts, recognize souls, and communicate with Yin spirits. Perhaps...the reason why Senior Li gave up his cultivation and switched to the Hundred Ghosts Taoism is, Just to see the fallen soldiers again."
Lan Ningshuang's eyes widened when she heard this.
The old man on the wicker chair closed his eyes, shook the wicker chair, and fell into silence.
Qin Feng thought of that simple house and the figure of Senior Li alone. All his former comrades had left him. Perhaps living was a kind of torture for him.
Just when Qin Feng was feeling sad, the old man suddenly said: "What are you still doing here? Have you read all the books in it?
You haven’t been here for so many days and you still don’t know how to hurry up?”
"I..." Qin Feng was stunned.
"Get out of here, get out of here, don't bother me here." The old man waved his hand.
This bad old man is simply inexplicable!
His right fist under his sleeves was clenched unconsciously. Qin Feng suppressed the urge to punch the opponent and angrily stepped into Tingyuxuan.
...
On the other side, Lao Li returned to his simple house.
The wine glass on the table in the courtyard was already filled with wine. He walked over, raised the glass, drank half of it, and spilled half of it.
The cane tapped the ground, and the cellar opened again.
Walking down the stairs, the number of wine jars increased again, but the number of spiritual tablets remained unchanged.
He gently touched the stone platform where the spiritual tablets were placed, and his fingers were spotless.
"Old guys..." Lao Li pursed his lips, looked at the spiritual tablets around him, and his eyes were red.
He slowly walked to the deepest part of the cellar, glanced at one of the tokens, and rubbed his hand across its sign.
This brand is different from others in that there is no name engraved on it...