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Chapter 44: Feng Qingyang and Going to Meizhuang [Further Reading]

"Golden Basin Washing Hands Conference?"

Lin Fan heard this and thought secretly in his heart.

It seems that Liu Zhengfeng's family is not far away from being killed.

Originally, there was a rule in the world of black and white. After washing hands in the golden basin, it was equivalent to leaving the world.

But after the Songshan Sect received the news, they planned to make Liu Zhengfeng an example and establish their own reputation, so they had no choice but to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.

However, in Lin Fan's view, this kind of thing is as absurd as Shaolin, no matter how sinful and evil you are, you can become a Buddha instantly as long as you put down the butcher's knife.

The eighth day of February is the day of the vernal equinox. Liu Zhengfeng really knows how to choose such a day to wash his hands in the golden basin.

In the original work, the Songshan Sect captured Liu Zhengfeng's family and planned to use this to force Liu Zhengfeng to submit and reveal the whereabouts of Qu Yang. Who knew that Liu Zhengfeng would rather die than obey.

Even if everyone in his family died, he still did not reveal the whereabouts of Qu Yang.

Yue Buqun and Ning Zhong heard their disciple's report and lowered their heads to think secretly.

Golden Basin Washing Hands Conference?

This is so good, why did Liu Zhengfeng wash his hands in a golden basin?

He, Liu Zhengfeng, has always been peaceful, and the Jianghu people have given him great respect as the leader of the Hengshan sect, and he has no enemies in the Jianghu, so he doesn't know why he washes his hands in the golden basin.

There must be something fishy about this matter.

"You should step back first."

Yue Buqun put aside his thoughts for the time being and considered these things. First things first, including the important guests.

It's a huge thing to see the immortal in front of you,

They are all mainly immortals.

This is a fairy tale!!!

"Yes, Master."

The Huashan sect disciples who came to report slowly retreated.

"What time is it now?"

Lin Fan asked.

"Immortal, today is the sixteenth day of the first lunar month." Yue Buqun replied.

On the 16th day of the first lunar month, I had just celebrated the Lantern Festival in the sect yesterday. Unfortunately, my eldest disciple Chong'er was missing and was not here.

What a traitor.

How unbecoming it is to not be in the party on such an important holiday and hang out outside all day long. Yue Buqun cursed in his heart.

One day in the sky and one year on the earth. Immortals do not know the day on earth. Yue Buqun thought it was reasonable for Lin Fan to ask this question.

The Hengshan Sect is located in Hengyang City, 40 kilometers south of Hengshan Mountain. To put it simply, it is located in the south-central part of Hunan.

The Huashan Sect is in Panxi.

There is a Hubei in the middle.

Almost a thousand kilometers away.

Lin Fan was a little confused about the speed in ancient times. After all, there were no cars and it was an era of high speed.

"How long does it take you to get to Hengshan from here?"

"If we start the journey tomorrow, if the horses are fast and can travel overnight or day and night, eleven or twelve days will be enough. If it is slow, it will take about eighteen or nineteen days."

One thousand kilometers, from the 18th day of the first lunar month to the 7th day of the second lunar month, it takes nearly 20 days, averaging about fifty kilometers a day.

But this is a world of qinggong,

After all, it is a world of low martial arts,

not to mention

When Yue Buqun and others went out, they naturally couldn't walk, so they must be riding horses. After all, they were from a large sect. There were also husbands in the sect who farmed the land, and disciples from wealthy households came to support them in learning martial arts.

However, this speed was still too slow for Lin Fan.

Lin Fan didn't have that patience.

"Slow, too slow." Lin Fan could only sigh.

Lin Fan, who was at the pinnacle of the Earth Level, used all his strength to perform the air dance technique at half the speed of sound.

Calculated, it only takes Lin Fan two hours to fly to the Hengshan Sect.

Let me go in the West Lake Meizhuang dungeon.

Maybe fly from Huashan School to Meizhuang West Lake, which is a little further away.

More than one or two hundred kilometers,

But this is not a problem at all for Lin Fan.

"Yue Buqun, since you are so sincere and entertained like this, I will not treat you unfairly and tell you some news." Lin Fan looked at the banquet on the table and said.

"Your Huashan sect, Si Guoya, has the remaining disciple of your sect's sword energy fight, Feng Qingyang."

Lin Fan said.

Lin Fan's ordinary words, to Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze, were nothing but shocking.

After all, for the Huashan sect, which currently has two or three big cats and kittens, the most lacking thing is a backbone.

What's more, it's a master like Feng Qingyang who was left over from the previous world.

"What, Uncle Feng?"

"Uncle Feng Master!!!"

Feng Qingyang, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhong knew that he had unparalleled martial arts skills and superb swordsmanship. When they were still young, they had already conquered most of the world.

Unfortunately, the Sword and Qi Sect fought internally, and after the Qi Sect won, it disappeared.

Yue Buqun thought Uncle Feng also died in the internal fighting.

In fact, when Feng Qingyang was having an internal fight with Jian Qi, he was deceived by the Qi Sect into traveling far away to get married. He missed the duel between the two Jian Qi sects, resulting in the Jian Qi Sect's defeat. When he returned to the Huashan Sect, he saw that the situation was over, so he sealed his sword and went into seclusion.

, vowing never to get involved in the dispute between Jianghu and Jianghu from now on.

If he had not met Linghu Chong and taught him the Dugu Nine Swords in the original work, he might have stayed at Siguo Cliff all his life.

However, since Feng Qingyang taught Linghu Chong swordsmanship, he did not want to break his oath and compromise to help the down-trodden Huashan Sect. Unfortunately, Linghu Chong never told his master Yue Buqun from the beginning to the end.

"Unexpectedly, Uncle Feng is still in the world." Ning Zhong looked happy.

Yue Buqun was even more happy. He didn't expect the immortal to tell him such news. It was a double happiness.

If Uncle Feng is still here...

Seeing what Yue Buqun wanted to ask, Lin Fan directly interrupted Yue Buqun.

"Okay, nothing in this world comes for free. I have already returned this feast to you." Lin Fan continued. "If you want anything else, just bring your Zixia magic power to Hengshan City."

Goodbye."

After saying that, Lin Fan glanced at the rockery not far away and smiled.

Hiding behind the rockery is naturally Feng Qingyang.

The Huashan faction is responsible for this, especially the chef. He Feng Qingyang has been thinking about crossing the cliff in Huashan. Needless to say, what to eat.

It's just that no one has ever discovered it.

Naturally, Feng Qingyang couldn't hide the sudden big fight in the kitchen.

So I followed him secretly.

Silently observing...

Saw such a scene.

I also quietly heard what Yue Buqun and others said.

Seeing Lin Fan glance at him, he was shocked.

Could it be that he really is an immortal?

In my own realm, except for a few from Wudang Shaolin and the leader of the Sun Moon God Sect, I have no rivals in this world.

This person can actually discover himself.

If he really is an immortal, it would be incredible.

But, so young! That’s right, if it is an immortal, it must be Zhu Yan, maybe even older than Feng Qingyang’s own grandfather, Feng Qingyang thought.

So he no longer conceals his figure,

He walked towards a few people.

"Are you... Uncle Feng?"

Yue Buqun was shocked when he saw an old man with white hair suddenly walking over. He saw that the old man's face looked like Feng Qingyang's face that he had seen when he was a child. Comparing the two faces, he shouted uncertainly.

Feng Qingyang nodded when he saw Yue Buqun calling his name.

Although he did not directly kowtow to Lin Fan like Yue Buqun and the other two, he still gave a half-bow to Lin Fan and cupped his fists slightly.

"I've seen immortals down there in Feng Qingyang."

Lin Fan glanced at Feng Qingyang, this proud and powerful man in the world, he looked like a white-headed old man, but he had a dignified temperament and a pair of bright eyes.

Having a slight sense of Xiafeng Qingyang’s strength,

The human level of Dzogchen is still a little short of the peak.

And because of Lin Fan's perception, Feng Qingyang suddenly felt like a small boat in the sea, enveloped by the sea.

Is this the strength of an immortal!!!

As Lin Fan regained his senses, Feng Qingyang became more relaxed and no longer stressed.

"Okay, don't forget what I said, Yue Buqun."

After Lin Fan finished speaking,

Walk out of the main hall,

Yue Buqun and the others quickly stood up and said goodbye.

Before he could ask what Lin Fan was planning to do, he saw Lin Fan rising into the sky.

"--Whoosh"

Lin Fan flew directly into the air.

Looking at a few people.

At this point, the three of them no longer had any doubts in their minds.

"--Whoosh"

Lin Fan said nothing, turned around and flew into the distance, towards West Lake Plum Village.


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