After lunch, Qin Feng left the Qin Mansion with the Blue Condensation Frost.

The latter has already broken through to the Shenwu Six-Rank Gathering Realm, and there is no need to stay in the Chongyuan Formation to cultivate all the time.

"Uncle, where are we going?" Blue Frost asked.

Qin Feng lowered his head and groaned.

Bao Yitang will not go to the hall for the time being, although the treatment of patients can obtain Wenqi, but the treatment is mostly some common diseases, and the Wenqi obtained is also limited.

Mochizuki hasn't been there for a while, so I have to go there today and find Shopkeeper Peng to take the profits of the recent restaurant.

As for listening to Yuxuan......

"Let's go listen to Yuxuan first." Qin Feng opened his mouth and said.

I don't see Miss Cang for a day, like every three autumns, I miss it very much.

Walking on the street, the vendors on both sides shouted continuously, it rained heavily yesterday, many people did not open, finally the weather was clear, naturally they had to hurry out to set up stalls.

Qin Feng casually looked around and passed by a man head-on.

I don't know if the other party didn't pay attention, or if he was careless.

The shoulders of the two men collided together.

Qin Feng only thought that it was because he didn't look at the road, and just wanted to apologize, but the man in a linen coat with a dull face left without looking back.

"Uncle, are you okay?" Lan Ningshuang said with concern.

Qin Feng looked at the man's back and shook his head, he rubbed his shoulder, feeling a little painful, as if he had hit an iron plate.

Mo is not a cultivator of the Divine Martial Dao system, otherwise why is the body so hard?

He didn't dwell too much on it and kept going.

In Jinyang City, there is more than one man like this, all of them have dull faces and don't look at people when they walk.

When they reach an uninhabited alleyway, these people will melt into the ground and disappear inexplicably.

......

When I came to Tingyuxuan, I saw an unexpected person.

Lao Li, who was on crutches, was talking to the bad old man.

Strangely, although they were not far away, they could only be seen moving, and could not hear what they were saying.

Qin Feng approached and said hello: "Senior Li." ”

Lao Li glanced at Qin Feng, bowed slightly, and then said goodbye to the bad old man.

Just when he left, he also left a sentence: "The hot pot tastes good." ”

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, and then understood that Senior Li had indeed been to Mochizuki Residence during this time.

"What? Know how to say hello to that guy, but don't know how to say hello to me? The old man Baili lying on the rattan chair snorted coldly.

Uh, that's a bad old man......

Qin Feng scolded in his heart, but he still said respectfully on his face: "Senior." ”

Who knows, after saying hello, the bad old man didn't pay attention to it at all, but instead turned his head to look at Lan Ningshuang on the side and said, "At such an age, he has stepped into the realm of the six grades of Shenwu, which is not bad." ”

As soon as these words came out, Qin Feng's face was surprised.

Lan Ningshuang only stepped into the realm of the sixth grade not long ago, how could this bad old man see it at a glance?

Generally speaking, if you want to see through the cultivation of others, unless you have some special means, or your strength is far superior to that of the other party.

So what kind of situation would this bad old man belong to?

In fact, up to now, Qin Feng is still very curious about the true identity of the old man.

And he has always wanted to use the old man's mouth to confirm Lao Li's identity and ask about the battle of Zhenlingguan.

After all, although this bad old man has a poisonous mouth, he is indeed well-informed.

"Senior Baili, do you know the identity of Senior Li?" Qin Feng said tentatively in a soft voice.

"You already have a guess in your heart, so why ask knowingly." The old man glanced at it, but this time he didn't hide it.

The old man said so, it seems that Senior Li is really a soldier who survived the battle of Zhenlingguan...... Qin Feng thought so.

"But I've always had a question, the Great Cadres and Soldiers are basically cultivating the Divine Martial Dao System, why is Senior Li cultivating the Hundred Ghost Dao System?

And his rank is not low......" Qin Feng asked.

Among the many Taoist systems, although there is no miracle in Shenwu, if it is a low-level situation, the combat power of Wufu is a well-deserved first.

Therefore, there is an unwritten rule for the training of soldiers, that is, to practice the Divine Martial Dao System!

After all, there are a large number of officers and soldiers in the army, and it is tantamount to a fool's dream to want to cultivate all of them to a high level, so the cost performance of cultivating martial artists is the highest, and you can turn it into combat power when you step into the ninth grade!

The old man narrowed his eyes and fell silent.

Just when Qin Feng thought that there was no answer to this question, the old man slowly spoke: "Who said that he didn't cultivate the Divine Martial Dao System?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Qin Feng was stunned, and Lan Ningshuang also showed a puzzled look.

The original method of soul restraint and the ability to control the yin spirit, martial artists can't do this, only a hundred ghost dao can do it.

But why did the old man say that Senior Li cultivated the Divine Martial Dao System?

Wait, could it be that Senior Li is a dual cultivator of Shenwu and a hundred ghosts?

As soon as this idea came out, it was rejected by Qin Feng.

Different Taoist cultivation methods are fundamentally different, and it is common sense that a person cannot absorb yin qi while cultivating vigorous qi.

A trace of sadness crossed the old man's eyes, and he added: "He just dissipated his strength and rebuilt the Hundred Ghost Dao System." ”

"What?" Qin Feng and the others were surprised at the same time.

The pain of recultivating the Dao system is far beyond imagination, especially for Takefu.

The practice of martial arts is to turn blood qi into strength, and then constantly polish the physical body.

If you want to disperse the martial arts cultivation, you need to go through the pain of burning your body like a fire and cutting your body with a thousand knives.

Who can endure this kind of pain?

"Senior Li, why did you do this?" Blue Frost was puzzled.

Qin Feng thought of a possibility, and there was sadness in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and calmed down his emotions: "A hundred ghosts can distinguish ghosts and souls, and communicate with yin spirits, maybe ...... Senior Li, the reason why he scattered his cultivation and transferred to the Hundred Ghost Dao System was just to meet the deceased soldiers again. ”

Lan Ningshuang's eyes widened when she heard this.

The old man in the rattan chair closed his eyes, shook the rattan chair, and fell silent.

Qin Feng thought of the humble house, thought of Senior Li's figure alone, his former comrades-in-arms had all left him, maybe being alive was already a kind of torment for him.

Just when Qin Feng was sad, the old man suddenly said, "What are you still doing here?" Have you finished reading all the books in it?

I haven't been here for so many days, and I don't know how to hurry? ”

"I ......" Qin Feng was stunned.

"Get out, get out, don't get in my way here." The old man waved his hand.

This bad old man is simply inexplicable!

The right fist under the sleeve robe clenched unconsciously, Qin Feng forcibly suppressed the urge to punch the other party, and stepped into Tingyu Xuan with indignation.

......

On the other side, Lao Li returned to his humble house.

The wine glass on the table in the courtyard was already full, and he approached and raised it, drank half of it, and spilled half of it.

The cane tapped on the ground, and the cellar opened again.

Walking down the stairs, the number of wine jars has increased again, but the number of spirit cards has not changed.

He stroked the stone platform where the spirit tablets were placed, and his fingers were dusty.

"Old guys......" Lao Li pursed his lips, looked at the spirit cards around him, and his eyes were red.

He slowly walked to the innermost part of the cellar, glanced at one of the tokens, and brushed his palm over it.

This sign is different from the others in that it has not yet been engraved with its name......