The mountain was cold and windy, only the sound of Chen Feng walking around, and other than that, there was silence.

Everywhere he went, there was an invisible spiritual force around him, like ripples, covering the ten zhang around him. Within this range, all the material changes, everything, were all in Chen Feng's view.

That's the magic of God's thoughts.

Divine thought is an advanced level of spiritual power, which exists in the brain's sea of consciousness and can be released externally, which is equivalent to the discerning eye in Buddhist theory. Even if you close your eyes and only rely on your divine thoughts, you can clearly perceive every flower, leaf, grass and tree in this world.

It was precisely because of his cultivation of divine thoughts that Chen Feng dared to kill all the Taoist priests of the Haitian Taoist Temple without any scruples. Then he used his divine thoughts to probe inch by inch and find Lu Yanqing's whereabouts.

"Huh, why can't you feel Miss Lu's breath at all, hasn't she been here?"

Chen Feng felt a little surprised.

At this time, he suddenly turned around and looked behind him, and according to the feedback of the divine thoughts, a distant breath wafted in the distance.

'Whew-'

The clouds and mist in the distance were suddenly blown away by the wind, separated from the left and right like a tide, and a figure came by the wind and fell lightly on the cliff. He put his hands behind his back, his face was ruddy, and he looked about sixty years old, and his eyes were as bright as autumn water.

The old man walked as if he had his own feng shui field, and the feng shui around him was all affected by him, and the aura tides were constantly changing.

The old man walked fifty steps in front of Chen Feng and said:

"This friend, I'm asking you about someone. ”

"You say?" Chen Feng looked at him strangely.

This old man was dressed in a Tang suit, and his words and deeds were very modest, but he couldn't hide the arrogant momentum on his body at all, compared to the former Chen Dazhen, only stronger than the former Chen Dazhen.

Obviously, he is a peerless powerhouse again, and half of his feet have stepped into the realm of land immortals.

"I heard that King Jing Chu Chen Wu has been here before, I don't know where he is now?" the old man said gently.

"What are you looking for King Chen Wu?" Chen Feng frowned slightly.

"Come with a message. The old man smiled, looked up at his surroundings, and sighed softly:

"The last time I came, it was prosperous here, and Chen Dazhen also went out in person and swept the couch to greet him. I didn't expect that things are wrong, and people have passed away. ”

After he finished sighing, he suddenly slapped his head and said with a smile:

"It's a gaffe, you shouldn't be presumptuous, it turns out that Your Excellency is the rumored King Chen Wu. ”

The old man has lived for so many years, he has experienced countless facts, and his insight is naturally not bad. Today's Taoist Temple in the Clouds is a dilapidated scene, full of devastation and lifelessness, and everyone has to take a detour when they see it. If someone still stays here, looking at the young appearance of twenty or thirty years old, there is a chance that he will be King Jing Chu Wu.

Chen Feng glanced at it a few times, frowned, and said:

"I listen to your tone, you have a good relationship with Chen Dazhen? You are his friend, and you came to take revenge?"

"Hehe, King Chen Wu misunderstood. Although Zai Xia is friends with Chen Dazhen, this trip is by no means for revenge. The old man smiled and said, "I am still a little self-aware in the lower realm, and in the cultivation realm below, I have always been between Chen Dazhenren, and Chen Dazhen was killed by King Chen Wu, let alone below?"

"I'm here just to bring a word, nothing else. ”

After speaking, the old man looked at it again and behaved very politely.

"What words?" Chen Feng asked.

"Lord Halberd, the master of the Haitian Sect, heard about the deeds of King Chen Wu, praised King Chen Wu, and wanted to ask King Chen Wu to make tea on Chongming Island in Shanghai City seven days later. Presumably King Chen Wu won't be absent, right?" the old man smiled faintly.

"Not necessarily. Chen Feng held his chin and said with a smile:

"I don't know him, why do you want to go to the appointment?"

"King Chen Wu doesn't know Lord Ji Qing, but he should know a girl surnamed Lu, right?" A trace of essence flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said unhurriedly, "That Miss Lu is now in Haitian Sect, she has been thinking about King Chen Wu's name in her heart, and I hope that King Chen Wu will not be a thin lover." ”

Chen Feng's face sank slightly, he thought for a while, nodded and said:

"I'll go to the appointment, please tell Haitian Sect and ask them to prepare tea, I'll be there on time!"

"Good. ”

The old man nodded, turned and strode away, and soon disappeared again between the clouds and mist, without a trace.

Now that he knew that Lu Yanqing was not here, Chen Feng had no intention of continuing to investigate, and was about to pat his ass and leave. Suddenly, I passed by a surface and felt something strange.

"Something seems to be underground?"

Chen Feng's eyes froze, pinched a trick, and the whole person escaped to the bottom, passing through the rocky surface of more than ten zhang, and falling into a karst cave located in the belly of the mountain.

The space of the cave is not large, and there is a fire crystal hanging on the top, and the whole stone is shining, like a rising sun, and the light reflects the ground.

On the ground is a patch of soil, planted with many bright flowers and plants, strange shapes, strong medicinal flavor.

"It turned out to be a spiritual field..."

Chen Feng glanced at it and knew it in his heart.

There is a spiritual field planted in this place, although it is in the belly of the mountain that does not see the light of day, but there is the light of fire crystal, coupled with the underground water that seeps in, it is enough to nurture these flowers and plants to grow. After all, Lingtian is pregnant with treasures, and safety is very important, even if it is a big sect in the cultivation realm, Lingtian has a special person to take care of it, and the magic circle protects it. It's not uncommon for this kind of Lingtian to be set up underground.

Moreover, many of the flowers and plants here are not yet ripe, but the charm is extremely deep, and they have all experienced a long growth cycle, at least in a hundred years.

Among them, there is also a peculiar flower and plant, growing three bunches of bewitching red flowers, which is the Xuanyang grass. Compared with the Xuanyang grass in Yunzhong Lake, this Xuanyang grass is obviously better in color, and its vitality is several times more vigorous.

'I said Daoist Temple in the clouds, how can this Chen Dazhen be so popular, so many strong people in the secular world are loyal to him, it seems that his old man is also rich in resources... There are so many spiritual flowers and spiritual grasses, which are all beneficial to cultivation, and if you give one out at will, it's no wonder that those guys are working hard for it. ’

Chen Feng thought silently.

But his eyes have been focused on the Xuanyang grass.

The medicinal age of this Xuanyang Grass is eight hundred years, at least, otherwise it would not have grown so well, and the three bouquets of flowers are all pregnant with vigorous fire attribute aura resources, even more than the thousand-year-old Jinyangzhi.

'I calculated before that Chen Dazhen needed magic medicine to supplement his cultivation because he wanted to break through the realm, so he had the idea of fighting Jin Yangzhi... But it doesn't seem to be the case, he himself cultivates a better Xuanyang grass than Jin Yangzhi, and he needs to use it directly, so why bother to abandon the basics?'

Chen Feng frowned slightly, and he was already very suspicious of Li Yingming in his heart.

He had set up a magic circle here to disguise his aura, so that it would be more concealed and not easy for monks with divine thoughts to notice when they came. Because most of the flowers and plants here are not fully ripe, picking them directly will greatly reduce their spirituality, and Chen Feng has no time to tinker with them for the time being.

"Let's go to Shanghai first, rescue Miss Lu, and then go back and move the entire spiritual field back to Qingzhou, and use it as the resources of my Qingyunmen." ’

Chen Feng made up his mind and returned to the surface.

He called Lu Yanwu first and said about the situation here, and he needed to go to Shanghai to find Lu Yanqing.

"Mr. Chen, please, please try to bring my sister back..."Lu Yanwu's tone was very sincere.

"I will. Chen Feng replied firmly, "By the way, I found that something is wrong, is there anything going on in Hongshe?"

“... There is no movement for the time being, but Li Yingming is not in Jiangcheng these days, it is said that he went to Wudang Mountain, I don't know what he is doing. Lu Yanwu said cautiously.

"Oh. ”

Chen Feng nodded, but he didn't pay attention, "Then you keep an eye on it first, and then settle accounts with him when I come back." ”

Hanging up the phone, Chen Feng took one last look around, thinking that there was nothing to wait for in this place. Prepare to go straight down the mountain to Shanghai.

Who knew that he hadn't walked long before a figure turned out on the other side of the mountain, standing in the clouds, looking at Chen Feng's departing back, with a smug sneer on the corner of his mouth.