This is the first time Wang Lu has seen a real person since that self-awakening dream.

It's been a lot since we last met.

After the end of the journey, Wang Lu was back in the Kyushu continent, by chance to meet the glass fairy, expected to go to the tomb of the immortals together, and then because of the sword and demon mark on his body, he was favored by the earth immortal Xuanmo, and pulled into her fairy dream realm, and experienced an adventure to ask the sky, opening the prelude to the great competition of the immortals.

During this period, although the Wanxian League held many meetings, and Wang Lu and Feng Yin were both important members, they were never able to meet directly for various reasons. The exchange between the two was a correspondence.

When he saw Fengyin Zhenren again, Wang Lu's heart was in a trance, as if he had returned to a hundred and fifty years ago...... Today's Fengyin Zhenren, who was just a clumsy young ghost at the time, was favored by himself because of his strong sense of responsibility and resilience, and was cultivated as a pillar of the golden generation.

Now, the little ghost has grown into an abominable old ghost, and that immature sprout has truly become a towering tree that shelters the Spirit Sword Sect......

It's not hard to imagine how much Wind Yin himself has paid for it. He inherited the legacy of many golden generations, and his qualifications and understanding were the top in the world, but in more than a hundred years, he was promoted from Jindan to the peak of the gods, and it was comparable to the peak of the true monarch, and he was by no means a normal path.

It can also be seen from the old face and figure: starting from Jindan, the longevity of the monk is more than five hundred years, and after reaching the realm of transforming into gods, the longevity can be in the number of thousands. According to this standard, Feng Yin is actually very young, and he should never look so old.

Obviously, this is one of the prices he has paid for one hundred and fifty years.

Thinking of these, the complexity in Wang Lu's heart is indescribable, Ouyang Shang and Wang Lu, the two identities are constantly staggered and flickering.

"Then, Brother Wang, I just have some things to deal with, so I'll miss out first."

Seeing that Wang Lu was in a trance, and considering that Feng Yin Zhenren came in a low-key manner on this trip, most of them had internal affairs to discuss with him, Hai Yunfan chose to leave in time very cleverly.

As soon as Hai Yunfan left, Wang Lu also regained his senses and put on a warm smile.

"Master Master, please come into the house, and then I'll serve you tea later."

As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, pushed open the door of his house, welcomed Feng Yin into the door, and quickly brewed the high-grade spirit tea sent by several middle-grade sect leaders to Feng Yin.

Feng Yin took the tea, took a sip, and sighed, "It's really good tea." ”

"The owner of Mingxianglou sent it, it seems that they didn't blow it, and it was indeed a good thing."

Feng Yin put down the teacup, smiled and said, "Yes, even the owner of Mingxiang Mansion is going to give you a gift." ”

Wang Lu said: "If you have a request, you can't be empty-handed, Mingxianglou plans to monopolize the tea supply of the immortals, and sent tea to all the high-level leaders of the organizing committee. It's a pity that you turned down the invitation of this organizing committee at the beginning, otherwise you would have only gotten more tea than me. ”

Feng Yin said: "Recently, the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance has been spreading about you everywhere......"

Wang Lu asked, "That legendary adventure that healed the world sold so well?" Tsk, that guy Wang Wu earned a good manuscript fee! ”

While speaking, Wang Lu did not waste any time, and directly began to deal with the official documents. Anyway, Feng Yin Zhenren doesn't care about these red tapes, and his side is really going crazy.

However, Wang Lu originally planned to be distracted and chat with Feng Yin while dealing with official documents, but in the middle of the case, the room maintained a long silence. Feng Yin Zhenren never said a word.

It wasn't until Wang Lu had processed a heavy document in his hand, signed his opinion on the homepage, and subconsciously prepared to ask Hai Yunfan to help him release it, only to find that the head of the family was quietly watching him at the table, and he had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Uh, what's the matter with the head of the family this time?"

Who knew that Feng Yin didn't say a word, still looking at himself quietly, but what was more penetrating was that the focus of his gaze was obviously behind him......

"Uncle Master, do you need new glasses?"

“……”

Wang Lu simply moved to the side, only to find that the head of Feng Yin still didn't move! If it weren't for the gentle and long breathing, it would be like a dead man.

“…… Isn't this a practice gone mad? Then it's better to call the master over and steal the golden seal of his head while he is stiff. Whether it succeeds or not, I can watch a good show anyway. ”

As a result, just when Wang Lu was about to contact his master, he saw that Feng Yin had already woken up, and sighed: "It's really like." ”

"Really?"

Feng Yin looked at Wang Lu meaningfully and said, "Now you remind me more and more of a friend who has been dead for many years. ”

Wang Lu smiled and asked, "First of all, is it a man or a woman?" ”

"Men, of course...... The best man in the Kyushu continent. Feng Yin said, "Originally, my position should have belonged to him. ”

Hearing this, Wang Lu put down the paperwork and brush in his hand, because Feng Yin Zhenren had already made it very clear that he was talking about Ouyang Shang.

It's very strange, about Ouyang Shang, except for Wang Wu, Wang Lu has never told anyone again, and I believe that Wang Wu will not divulge this secret lightly, so how did Feng Yin Zhenren know?

Is it because he is now gradually breaking away from his disciple status and stepping forward on stage. The change in temperament really reminds people of Ouyang Shang involuntarily?

Probably not...... Purely in terms of temperament and character, the difference between Wang Lu and Ouyang Shang is quite big, otherwise no one on Lingjian Mountain would have seen that he was the reincarnation of Ouyang Shang for so many years.

Or is it that his starry eyes have improved and he has been able to see a secret in the world?

It shouldn't be, after all, the eye of the stars of the wind is an acquired supernatural power, and he is basically hopeless in his life when he has insight into the supreme realm of all things, and cultivating the divine eye is just to pave the way for Zhu Shiyao.

Thinking about it, Wang Lu couldn't figure out how Feng Yin's real person could see through his identity, but this question was not important, what mattered was what Feng Yin planned to do after learning the truth.

"All these years, I've been wondering what it would be like if it weren't for me, but that person at the helm of the Spirit Sword Sect. When I think about it, I can't help but feel ashamed. ”

Wang Lu's heart was heavy when he heard this, and he wanted to speak out, but he found that Feng Yin's real eyes became a little dazed again, so he came to his senses.

What he needed was not anyone's explanation, but a quiet listener......

In the official history, Ouyang Shang died with the earth immortals at the last moment, and his soul flew out of the sky. Leaving the remnants of the golden generation behind, the defeated generals returned to the mountain gate to reorganize the rivers and mountains. However, on the Lingjian Mountain, which is in ruins, how can a group of disciples who are not in the realm of Jindan support the signboard of the Five Uniques of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance?

Everyone in the Heavenly Sword Hall had put in tremendous efforts and sacrifices for it—among the elders of the Heavenly Sword Hall, the top three were all gray-haired and looked haggard. However, Liu Xian, Fang He and the others at least had Feng Yin, the senior brother, to shelter them from the wind and rain, but Feng Yin had to carry all the difficulties alone.

Thinking about it like this, it is not difficult to understand the depression and depression in the heart of this head of the Spirit Sword Sect.

So Wang Lu restarted to work on the official documents, while quietly listening to the nagging of the wind and the real people, but he didn't say a word from beginning to end.

The purpose of Feng Yin's trip, Wang Lu could somewhat guess - for Feng Yin, if the senior brother he worshipped as a god was still alive in the world, he would have no reason to continue to steal the position of the head of the family, and naturally he should abdicate and make way for Xian.

But for Wang Lu, Feng Yin's decision, whether it was a whim or a deep consideration, was categorically unacceptable.

It's very simple, because by the standards of the head, he is far less suitable than Fengyin.

It is true that Wang Lu is more agile and flexible than Feng Yin in some business methods and ingenuity, but what the supreme leader of a sect needs is not clever means, but connections and prestige.

Today's Spirit Sword Sect is no longer the sect that was reborn in ruins with great difficulty and had nothing one hundred and fifty years ago. The elders of the Heavenly Sword Hall are already the powerful of the mighty Kyushu Continent, and the sect has made friends all over the world in the past one hundred and fifty years, and has established cooperation with many high-grade major factions, becoming a truly indispensable pole in the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance.

And these cooperative sects recognize the signboard of the head of the family, not an Ouyang Shang who should have been dead for a hundred and fifty years, let alone a young Jin Dan who has just emerged. Wang Lu rashly took over the position of head of the sect, which would only make the Spirit Sword Sect become sneering and generous in the suspicious eyes of countless people, and the accumulation of one hundred and fifty years would turn into flowing water.

What's more, Wang Lu doesn't have that much energy to take charge of a sect now. His target had never been the Golden Seal, the head of the Spirit Sword Sect. Returning from the world, he has a more important goal.

The Spirit Sword Sect has Wind Yin, Heavenly Sword Hall, rare geniuses such as Liuli Immortal and Zhu Shiyao, and the rise has long been unstoppable, and there is no essential difference between Wang Lu and not. But there are some things that only Wang Lu can do.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Lu had already finished processing all the texts on the table, so he said to Feng Yin: "Master Master, although I haven't been practicing for a long time, my knowledge can be regarded as extensive. In my opinion, there is no one in the Spirit Sword Sect who is more suitable to be the head than you, and I ask you not to be arrogant, let alone erase the hard work of you and the people around you in the past hundred and fifty years. ”

"At the same time, please be ready to continue to struggle, it is far from the time when you can unload your burden. You have supported the Spirit Sword Sect from the crumbling edge to today, and you should know that any imaginary savior is not as realistic as your own down-to-earth. If you really feel like there's someone in this world who can do better than you, try to be like that person. ”

was persuaded by Wang Lu in such an old-fashioned tone, Feng Yin was not annoyed, but just smiled softly.

"It's also said that when I'm older, I have some unrealistic dreams like a child. Well, since even you, the chief disciple, say so, I will continue to struggle for this position of head for a few more years. I just hope that by the time the end of the day, that person ...... He won't repounce me. ”