When night fell, shrouded in the thousand-year-old city of the imperial capital, Mao Eighteen was still driving, although he was old, but he drove very steadily.

Tang Feng and the White Dragon Envoy sat behind them, both of them silent.

There were several times when the White Dragon Envoy wanted to speak, but when he talked about it endlessly, he suddenly found that in the face of Tang Feng, he suddenly had a kind of pressure.

This couldn't help but make him tremble, because this kind of pressure has always been inexplicably only produced by the master of the Tang Sect, as well as in the face of the ancestral dragon and the shadow dragon.

He knew that the reason why he had this sense of pressure was because the momentum of the person he was facing was too powerful and too majestic, which was an invisible spirit of a powerful and powerful person.

The White Dragon Envoy really couldn't believe that he actually felt this kind of pressure from Tang Feng's body, you must know that the two were still on the same stage yesterday, trying to compete.

But overnight, Tang Feng was so powerful that he almost looked up to him.

Thinking of this, the white dragon envoy couldn't help but sigh secretly, and he also knew that in his life, he was afraid that no matter what, he would never be able to catch up with this guy next to him again.

Tang Feng didn't know what he was thinking, so he tilted his head slightly and asked, "What are you thinking?"

The White Dragon Envoy hurriedly came back to his senses and smiled slightly, and said, "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about a strange thing I saw when I left just now." ”

Tang Feng asked, "What's the strange thing?"

The white dragon envoy said: "When I was waiting for you just now, I saw that Jia Lanzi of Wudang Sect was actually mixed with the people of the beggar gang, and the two whispered, as if they were talking about something. ”

Speaking of this, he raised his head slightly and glanced at Tang Feng, although his words were not completely finished, but he believed that this guy with superhuman talent and superior wisdom must have been able to understand.

Tang Feng was slightly stunned, and then chuckled: "Do you mean that they are secretly plotting against me?"

The White Dragon Envoy did not answer directly, but sighed: "The Wudang Sect and the Beggar Gang Ancient Martial Arts World are powerful, especially this Jia Lanzi, who is the uncle of the Wudang Sect, and his appeal is very large, this person, you have to guard against it!"

Tang Feng just nodded thoughtfully and didn't speak again.

The White Dragon Envoy also didn't talk about it in depth, after all, this kind of thing in the rivers and lakes, especially when it also involved the grievances between the major factions of Guwu, he didn't have a lot of words.

Both of them stopped talking, and the wind whistled outside the car, but fortunately, the journey was not long, and in less than half an hour, they returned to the Longyin team.

But before they reached the gate, they saw a person from afar, an old man with a broken arm wearing a blue robe and an empty sleeve on his left arm.

As soon as he saw this person, Mao Shiba's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "It's Senior Brother Qing Songzi!"

Before the words fell, he hurriedly pushed open the door and went down, Tang Feng couldn't figure out why this Wudang disciple suddenly came here in the middle of the night.

Mao Shibai hurriedly walked down and stepped forward and said, "Senior Brother Yu, why did you come suddenly?"

Qing Songzi smiled slightly and coughed, "I'll return to Wudang tomorrow and come to see you." ”

Mao Eighteen nodded, his throat suddenly choked again, although there have been many conflicts between the two sides in the past few days, but the two of them, but they have known each other fifty years ago, and they can be described as brothers in life and death who share weal and beg.

Qing Songzi turned his head sideways and said to Tang Feng: "Mr. Tang has won a big victory today, greatly increasing the spirit of martial arts, and greatly increasing the face of Chinese martial artists, which can be described as gratifying, congratulations!"

Tang Feng waved his hand and said, "Mr. Yu is serious, this is just my business." ”

Qing Songzi smiled and stopped talking.

Tang Feng looked at him and said, "Mr. Yu came to visit late at night, there must be something, right?"

Qing Songzi then said: "Actually, it's nothing, I just came tonight to find an old friend, to find Mao 18 to drink, I don't know if Mr. Tang can agree?"

Tang Feng didn't answer, but looked at Mao Shiba: "What about you, old man, this kind of thing happened in the past two days, are you still willing to drink with your old friend?"

Mao Eighteen was embarrassed, and said in a deep voice: "The grievances between the two sides are entangled, it is really difficult to explain, if you are the young master, you are not allowed to drink with him, then the old servant will not go, if you agree, the old slave will go." ”

Tang Feng burst out laughing when he heard this, shook his head and sighed: "Mao Eighteen, I only have one word, if tonight, you refuse the wine offer of Qing Songzi, then I will never let you follow me again!"

After a pause, Tang Feng continued: "Because, a person who can even give up the brotherhood of life and death fifty years ago is definitely a person who is unkind, such a ruthless person, I can't dare, let him stay by my side!"

Mao Shibai was shocked, and hurriedly said, "So, young master, do you agree?"

Tang Feng nodded slightly and said: "Go, originally Qing Songzi didn't come, I also hope that you will take the initiative to find him, after all, you experienced life and death tribulations fifty years ago, although I have a lot of conflicts with the people of Wudangmen, but one yard is one yard, and it does not involve your relationship." ”

"Young Master......" Mao Eighteen was so moved that he even choked up so much that he couldn't even speak.

Qing Songzi's eyes were also a little sour, and he said: "Mr. Tang, originally Mao Eighteen followed you as your servant, I disagreed with it, and I couldn't understand it, but today, I can understand that Mao Eighteen's vision is far deeper than my old and spicy, and I can see people more accurately than me!"

Tang Feng waved his hand and said, "Mr. Yu is serious. ”

Mao Eighteen didn't want people to see his tears, after all, he was already old, so he said immediately: "Then young master, let's go first." ”

After speaking, he turned around and walked away with Qing Songzi.

Tang Feng thought for a while, and suddenly shouted: "By the way, Mr. Yu, your son Yu Yuanxing, how is it now?"

Qing Songzi was slightly stunned, and only after a while did he say: "The tendons and veins in his right hand have been broken, and he needs the holy medicine black jade intermittent ointment, but he missed the time and can no longer use the sword." ”

For a swordsman, if he can't use a sword anymore, he is naturally equal to a wasted person.

Tang Feng didn't say anything, and suddenly took out a bottle from his pocket and threw it over.

"This is?" Qing Songzi took it.

"This is the Cleansing Pill!" Tang Feng said indifferently.

"Thank you, young master!" Mao Shibai didn't wait for Qing Songzi to react, and immediately bowed to Tang Feng.

Qing Songzi was puzzled and asked, "Washing the marrow pill, what's the use of this?"

Mao Shibai hurriedly said: "Senior Brother Yu, don't you know, twenty years ago, the muscles and veins of my whole body were abolished, it was the young master's marrow washing pill, helping me to wash the essence and cutting the marrow again, Yu Yuanxing has this marrow washing pill, not only can he use the sword again, but his skills will also increase because of this!"

Qing Songzi looked shocked, didn't say a word, gave up his hand on the spot, and bowed to Tang Feng to the end, and then said: "Thank you, Mr. Tang!"

Tang Feng waved his hand and said, "You don't have to thank me, if you don't come to Mao Shibai to drink tonight, I will never give you this myelin-washing pill, it is your true emotions that move me!"

Qing Songzi stood on the ground, looked at Tang Feng blankly, and sighed for a long time: "Senior Brother Mao, you have followed a good master!"