Chapter 1105 A sweet dream is nothing more than this
The fairy mist is shrouded and there are many palaces.
The Moon God Pavilion is more prosperous than before. There are many new people in the new gate, and there is an endless stream of people coming to visit. People can be seen everywhere, and there are countless people with tyrannical cultivation.
The disciples in the sect are coming and going, and the sect is more confident. Everywhere is filled with vitality and vitality, which is extremely desirable.
Between the inner and outer doors.
In an alchemy garden belonging to the outer sect, the number of people visiting was particularly dense. There were as many as a hundred people waiting in front of the door, most of them were disciples of the Moon God Pavilion. The prosperity here was no less than the residence of the elders of the inner sect.
Even if the courtyard door is closed, with the words "No visitors unless there is important business" written on it, the people in front of the door have no intention of retreating.
Just because the owner here is the alchemy elder Feng Tianquan.
Looking at the lively scene outside the courtyard, Hu Weifang, standing by the window of the attic tea room, chuckled jokingly.
"Elder Hu is really famous and has extraordinary prestige."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man next to him glared over.
"You kid still makes sarcastic remarks?"
"I think you are not much different, otherwise you wouldn't be hiding in an old man like me's small courtyard. People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong."
Hearing this, Hu Weifang also smiled helplessly.
"Why."
"Who says it's not the case? We just went to Yunxing once with the saint, but the saint did not forget her hard work and brought us into the inner courtyard."
"It's good now. As the saint's status has greatly increased and her cultivation has reached a breakthrough, we have ascended to heaven and been visited by all kinds of people. It's extremely disturbing..."
"It's a pity that our cultivation is low and we have no strengths. We are unable to help the Saint. We may let down the Saint's high hopes."
The eyes of the old man and the young man showed gratitude, but they could not hide the worry in their eyes.
They were ordinary elders and disciples, but in the blink of an eye they were promoted and received great honors and extraordinary status, and thus they became lifelong friends.
These things are just a piece of cake for Yin Xianyun, but they are a great blessing for them. However, they are unable to repay them, and they always feel guilty and have an inferiority complex of not being worthy of their virtue.
Therefore, although the two of them joined the inner sect, they were willing to stay in the outer sect to avoid attracting gossip and affecting the reputation of the saint.
While they were laughing and talking, a disciple from the mountain sect came to meet Chuan Yin outside the courtyard.
Hearing the words, Feng Tianquan's eyes were stunned.
Seeing the unexpected look, Hu Weifang expressed doubts.
"Mr. Feng, is there any difficulty? If there is any difficulty, I will try my best to help. If not, there is the Holy Lady, she will not stand idly by."
Feng Tianquan nodded gratefully, waved his hand and smiled softly.
"It's not difficult at all. We must not disturb the Holy Lady."
"It's just that the son of an old friend asked to see him. I don't have much contact with this person. I'm afraid he heard the news and came here to ask for help."
As he spoke, Feng Tianquan's eyes revealed a look of reminiscence, and a look of helplessness appeared on his weathered face.
"This person's name is Luo Buqun. He was ignorant and incompetent since he was a child. I have heard about him a little bit. Unfortunately, his father had a close relationship with me during his lifetime, and he also entrusted me to take care of this person. I'm afraid we have to meet each other, and I don't know whether it is good or bad.
"
Upon hearing this, Hu Weifang knew it was inconvenient to say anything, so he could only nodded slightly.
After a while.
Luo Buqun was introduced to the Moon God Pavilion by the disciples of the mountain gate. Looking at the crowd of people in front of the courtyard gate, his heart was already filled with ups and downs, and the previous surprise turned into shock!
An unexpected surprise and an eye-opener!
He only thought that Feng Tianquan was an outer sect elder without much power. He didn't have much confidence in meeting him this time, so he just tried his luck.
Never imagined!
There was a long line of people seeking to see Feng Tianquan in front of his door. At a glance, there were probably more than a hundred people.
As we move forward, all kinds of terrifying auras continue to escape, and the aura of saints can be seen everywhere!
With so many people asking for an audience, Elder Feng's power has become unimaginable!
Darling, are you hugging a giant leg?!
Walking through the crowds on both sides, the towering Luo Buqun's heart was filled with ups and downs. He was inevitably frightened by all the momentum, but he could not restrain his ecstatic mood.
Especially when he noticed that the heroes on both sides were constantly casting envious and suspicious looks.
He is just the leader of a small sect, how can he be envied by so many strong men?
At this moment, Luo Buqun had almost reached the pinnacle of his life. No one needed to remind him, he already understood that he had encountered a great opportunity!
Sweet dreams are just that!
The further we go, the more energetic we become, and the further we go, the more confident we become.
From the first step with his head lowered like a minion, to the head held high when he stepped into the door, within a few breaths, Luo Buqun had already completed the change in his vision, and his aura was completely different.
Walking steadily forward in the courtyard, he calmed down a little and regained his humility.
Climb up to the attic.
Seeing the white-haired old man whom he had not seen for many years, Luo Buqun naturally bowed his head in worship, his voice choked with sobs!
"Uncle Feng! You have to make the decision for your nephew!"
When they met, they complained and asked for help, so Feng Tianquan was not surprised.
Just looking at the excessive familiarity and the slightly exaggerated grief, this calm elder who had been practicing alchemy in the outer sect for many years felt a little strange at first glance.
He said in a deep voice, "What happened? Why are you so sad?"
Luo Buqun immediately burst into tears with his acting skills.
"Uncle Feng!"
"My nephew is incompetent and has mediocre talents. He really brings disgrace to my father's reputation!"
The opening was about tragedy, and there was a clever mention of his father, which really touched Feng Tianquan a bit, and even Hu Weifang on the side was curious.
Luo Buqun's face turned pale, and he was crying with shame and anger.
"Uncle Feng Mingjian!"
"My nephew's cultivation is low and he doesn't dare to ask for spiritual treasures. He can only establish a small sect in Luoying Valley to make a living. He never thought that he would meet a strong man, collude with the aristocratic family in the area, bully us with his tyrannical cultivation, and even threaten to destroy our sect.
Door!"
"Now that several elders are dead and the sect's treasures have been robbed, my nephew is really unable to resist, so he has the audacity to ask for help because he is not willing to accept blood feud. I hope Uncle Feng will uphold justice!"
Seeing that he was speaking in a decent manner, his expression and tone were flawless.
As he spoke, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth...
The son of an old friend keeps a low profile and is bullied to such an extent. Whoever hears this will inevitably burst into anger, with self-blame and anger welling up in his heart!
Feng Tianquan immediately asked.
"Who is so cruel?!"
Feeling the anger in his tone, Luo Buqun felt secretly happy, and continued to show grief and anger, and activated his finger skills!
Suddenly, ripples of human figures appeared in front of several people's eyes.
"This is the man! Relying on his cultivation as a saint, he kills people and seizes treasures to humiliate his nephew!"
As the words fell.
The ripples of light and shadow gradually calmed down, and the appearance in the shadow became more and more real. Feng Tianquan also watched with anger, but as the light and shadow became clearer, the anger in his eyes gradually dissipated...
Until the ripples disappeared, that delicate face was completely revealed before his eyes.
moment!
Feng Tianquan's cloudy eyes suddenly widened, and Hu Weifang jumped up from his chair in shock. Their pupils kept trembling, staring at the unforgettable young face!
this!
Isn’t this the senior Yi Feng whom I once met in Yunxing!?