Mr. Ghost finally retreated with Baguio, and Lin Feng did not meet with the people of Qingyunmen.

When Lin Feng came back from this trip, he mainly wanted to see if the other reincarnators were in Yudu, but as a result, this group of reincarnators seemed to have disappeared, and there was no movement at all.

On the second day, he left Yudu City, he didn't plan to participate in the ordeal that Zhang Xiaofan and his group should have, this was the moment when Zhang Xiaofan and the others grew up, and they would eventually get through this ordeal without danger, so Lin Feng was not worried.

At noon on this day, the day was in the middle of the day, it was very hot, Lin Feng rushed for a long time, his mouth was quite hungry and thirsty, and he saw a small tea stall on the side of the road, which was supported under a big tree by the roadside, and there were already five or six guests sitting in it, looking at the shade, he walked over, bought a bowl of tea to drink, and sat down to rest by the way.

Not to mention, the tea in this small tea stall is actually really cool and thirst-quenching, Lin Feng drank a bowl, and he was comfortable up and down, as if the day was not so hot, and he thought in his heart, he should find a prosperous city in the afternoon and live his own leisurely life.

At this moment, I heard a gentle voice on the side of the road: "Boss, bring me a bowl of tea." ”

At noon, a rare breeze blew, causing the branches and leaves on the big trees to shake, and a little bit of broken sun was scattered to the ground. The owner of the tea stall who looked like he was in his fifties agreed, leaned over to pour the tea, and Lin Feng inadvertently looked at it, and he couldn't take it back.

A middle-aged scribe, with thin eyebrows and a square face, looking elegant with his eyebrows, sitting there without anger and self-authority is unbelievable, wearing a Confucian robe, and a light purple jade pendant pinned to his waist, exquisite and clear, not ordinary.

Lin Feng looked at it for a long time, and suddenly realized that he was actually broken by the demeanor of this middle-aged scribe, and only felt that when he walked in, five or six guests who were drinking tea together at the tea stall, including himself, were silently speechless, and were suppressed by this person's momentum.

Lin Feng retracted his gaze, but he was slightly amazed in his heart, and at the same time he was greatly heartbroken by the bearing of this middle-aged scribe, although he was not very handsome when he looked at this person, but this temperament that came from the inside was really rare.

The scribe entered the tea stall, took the tea handed by the boss, sat down casually, and began to taste the tea slowly. The guests who were still talking and laughing around were now silent, and the atmosphere in this tea stall was a little strange for a while, but only the middle-aged scribe was calm and calm, and he didn't notice the situation around him at all, and he was alone there drinking tea and resting.

After a while, the other guests either rested enough, or drank the tea, and left one by one, the boss came to clean up the bowls, and under the big tree, only Lin Feng and the middle-aged scribe were left at this time.

Lin Feng didn't feel uncomfortable, but after sitting for a while, he felt that he had rested, and was thinking about checking out and leaving, when he suddenly heard a voice behind him:

"Little brother."

Lin Feng was stunned, but when he heard this gentle and familiar voice, he turned his head and saw that the scribe was smiling peacefully at him, and said, "This gentleman, but call me?" ”

The scribe smiled and nodded, "Exactly." Saying that, he stood up and walked over slowly, Lin Feng stood up, and when he got closer, he hugged his fists and said, "Is there anything wrong with Mr.?" ”

The middle-aged scribe looked Lin Feng up and down, and said, "No, it's just that the journey is lonely, and I look at the little brother again, come over and chat a few words, the little brother doesn't mind." ”

Lin Feng shook his head and said, "No, sir, please sit down." ”

After saying this, Lin Feng was vigilant in his heart, this middle-aged scribe seemed to be strange.

The scribe smiled and nodded, and said, "Come, little brother, you can also sit." ”

The two sat down, and the scribe looked at Lin Feng and said, "May I ask the little brother's name?" ”

"Don't dare, in Xia Lin Feng, may I ask what Mr. Daim is?"

The scribe read first: "Lin Feng? He nodded, smiled slightly, and said, "My surname is Wan, and the word is to go." ”

"Ten thousand people!" Lin Feng read it in his heart, this name reads ordinary, but it makes people feel like a golden iron horse, Lin Feng couldn't help but look at him, these ten thousand people were gentle on their faces, but the power between the eyebrows seemed to be innate, it was extremely heavy, with this name, there was a faint meaning of dominating all people.

"Ten thousand people! Ten thousand people? He's the Ghost King? Lin Feng immediately knew who this person was, and took a sip of tea quietly.

Ten thousand people looked Lin Feng up and down, and said with a smile: "Forgive me for asking more, may I ask if Little Brother Lin is a person who cultivates the truth?" ”

Lin Feng smiled faintly and said, "Exactly!" ”

The Ghost King smiled slightly, pointed to the north, and said, "May I ask Junior Brother Lin, but is it now under the Qingyun Mountain Sect, the number one sect of the righteous path?" ”

"That's right! How do you know? Lin Feng smiled even more.

The Ghost King glanced at Lin Feng strangely, a little surprised. This Qingyun disciple called Lin Feng, why does it always give people a feeling of being breezy and calm. He pondered for a moment, and then smiled: "I saw that Little Brother Lin was full of energy, and there was no fatigue all the way down, and he looked young, but he was better than many people in his prime." In this world, the wind of cultivation is prevalent, and you must be a person with unique skills. ”

Lin Feng planned to continue to mess with him, and asked, "Then how did my sect, Mr. know?" ”

The ghost king smiled casually: "Without him, I see that the little brother is in the dust, and he doesn't stop looking north, with a look of longing on his face, as if he is returning to his heart like an arrow, and in the north, the closest and most famous Xiuzhen sect from here is Qingyunmen." Speaking of which, I also speculated randomly, casually talking nonsense, which made Brother Lin laugh. ”

Lin Feng hurriedly said: "Where is it, Mr. is so discerning, you and I have never met, but we can see it at a glance, I really admire, admire!" Lin Feng really missed Tian Buyi and the others, but he also knew that now was not the time to go back.

The ghost king smiled slightly, and said: "Qingyun Sect, has been famous in the world for a long time, has a long history, profound Taoism, admired by people all over the world, the little brother entered the famous door at a young age, and the future is limitless!" ”

Lin Feng shook his head and said: "Mr. has won the prize, the disciple of Qingyun Sect Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, in the lower part belongs to a rotten wood, and it is not a weapon." ”

The Ghost King was stunned for a moment, and laughed out loud: "I didn't expect you to tell jokes, Little Brother Lin." ”

Lin Feng didn't want to argue with him on this topic, so he asked him, "Brother Wan's dusty appearance, I don't know where he is going?" ”

The ghost king stood up leisurely, put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and said: "This world is so big, vast and boundless, I travel the world, the mountains and ancient Ze, and go at will." ”

Lin Feng nodded, exclaimed, and said, "I see. ”

The Ghost King glanced back at Lin Feng, and suddenly a strange smile flashed on his face, and said, "Since Senior Brother Lin is a member of the Qingyun Sect, he must be a profound Dao Sect. ”

Lin Feng hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, I am an unsuccessful person in the Qingyun Sect, where can I say that the Dao is profound." ”