Chapter 229 The Old Man of the Witch Clan (Class)

"You, you, and you, take off your cotton jackets and replace them with them. Does anyone have a drink bag on them? Give the old man some wine and bring them back to the city for a good hospitality... There is always someone in the government office to clean up the flowers and trees? When the spring is coming, I will give him a seat in the Hangzhou government office and let him take care of the flowers and plants in the garden."

Hangzhou Prefecture immediately gestured and scolded several headmasters named by Lu Feng: "Why don't you hurry up and follow Li... No, Lord Lu's words? Hurry, hurry up, are you all stupid? Why don't you take off your clothes quickly... That Zhang Laowu, I know you are a famous alcoholic in Hangzhou City. You must have old wine on you, take it out quickly. Hurry, hurry up, are you all stupid? The carriage also rushed over, hurry up, hurry up, carry this old man up."

After drinking a sip of strong wine, the old man moaned and slowly. He opened his eyes and glanced at Lu Feng, and asked weakly: "You want to save me, the old waste?"

Lu Feng looked at him and nodded coldly: "Even if it is a wild dog, if it does not hinder me, if I am in a good mood, I will save it. Besides, you are a person and have more lives than a wild dog... I, Lu Feng, killed countless people and killed countless people. I don't know how many people in the world want me to die sooner. But I can still do it if I take action to save people occasionally. I can help you maintain peace and prosperity. I will not lose money in this deal."

The old man giggled and did not let the headmasters move him into the carriage. He squinted his eyes and looked at Lu Feng and said, "You have told the truth. You are indeed not a good person. If you follow the laws of heaven, you are a bastard who should be killed by heaven."

The officials of Hangzhou Prefecture were so scared that they were weak. Oh my God, this old guy was crazy. He scolded the commander of the Jinyiwei in front of him as a bastard. Isn’t this going to implicate them?

Lu Feng smiled without anger. He nodded and said, "Yes, I, Lu Feng, are just a bastard, a bastard who eats people and doesn't spit bones. I have been an official for almost four years, but I have not done anything good, cheating, eating, drinking, gamble, I do everything. But, old man, you say the way of heaven, haha, the way of heaven is impermanent, what is the way of heaven? Good people will be rewarded? I bah, in this world, can a villain like me live well, good people? Good people have long died!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and two rays of light suddenly shot out in his eyes. He nodded and said, "Yes, good people are dead. Hahaha, why don't I understand, this world is originally a popular thing for evil people. Hahaha, I understand, I understand, it turns out that only evil people can be popular. If I had understood this earlier, hehe, how could it be... Haha, I understand!" He opened the headmaster close to him with a punch, jumped more than three meters high, and drifted towards the woods like ghosts.

Zhang Long slashed his palm towards his back and shouted sternly: "What a bold thief, dare you play this trick in front of grandpa? Leave it for me!"

The old man turned around in the air, facing the palm wind that was slashing towards Zhang Long. A mysterious green light flashed in his eyes, like the best emerald. His hands were put together to form an extremely mysterious gesture, and then he spit out a few heavy words: "南...南...南."

Zhang Long's whole body was shocked, and the palm wind that was slashed disappeared without a trace. With a "ah" sound, his body suddenly jumped up more than ten feet high, and then he fell heavily to the ground, as if someone had kicked him hard on the butt. The old man's gesture was a bit, and he saw the space around his body twisting and his body disappeared without a trace.

Lu Feng looked at the direction where the old man disappeared in a dumbfounded manner. This was clearly the magical power emitted by the witch clan's spells and seal techniques. But shouldn't the witch clan's people have died long ago? Could it be that there are still members of the witch clan who stayed in the world? Then, the old man found his head, probably for no reason? Since he learned the witch clan's unique skills in Wuyue Haizi, the true energy in his body has been converted into chaotic energy. If this old man was a master of the witch clan, he would definitely sense something was wrong in his body.

Even Dan Qingsheng, Guying Master, and even the old monster Shui Yuanzi could not clearly detect the abnormalities in their bodies. However, for the senior masters of the Witch Clan, they were just a novice who had just understood the power of chaos. In front of them, their strength had no hidden value at all, and they could see it at a glance.

Lu Feng's expression suddenly became heavy, and he whispered: "Let's go, this old guy is afraid he is not a human being, but a ghost. Let's hurry up and enter the city, hey." He looked at the local officials with blue faces, waved their whips and whipped them heavily on the butt of the horse, flipped up a burst of snowflakes, and took the Jinyiwei away. The local officials all got on the carriage and sedan chair in a panic, and ordered the servants to escort them to the city.

Late at night, snowflakes fell quietly on the water surface of West Lake with thin ice. These officials in Hangzhou Prefecture were very good at flattering, so they found an extremely elegant temple for Lu Feng to live in. A mile away were the most famous restaurants by the West Lake. On the lake opposite the temple were three most famous pleasure boats, and the most famous girls on the West Lake were also concentrated on the three boats. In order to please Lu Feng, these local officials and even local rich people were spared no expense.

In the bedroom he arranged for him, Lu Feng drove everyone out. He looked at the West Lake outside the window and the bright lights in the lake in the distance, and the sound of silk and bamboo in his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh in a low voice. "What the hell is that old guy doing? Is he a senior of the witch clan? Then what does he have to ask me for? What do the inexplicable words mean? Good man? Wicked man? It seems that he has understood for the first time that evil man can take advantage of him. He is really interesting."

Feeling a little thirsty, Lu Feng turned around and grabbed the teapot on the table. He didn't know when the old man, who had been ragged, had entered the room and was sitting at the edge of the table with a smile on his face. Seeing his mouth full of oil, he seemed to have just eaten a meal of food. However, Lu Feng believed that the place where this old guy could eat food was in vain, that is, the kitchen of this monastery, seemed to have many untouched dishes just now.

Lu Feng slowly stretched out his hand, and the jade ring on his thumb flashed with a breathtaking cold light. "Senior, I wonder what I have to do with looking for a boy?" Lu Feng felt cold in his heart. He had already cultivated himself into the Nascent Soul and was already a master in the Taoist world. Except for those old monsters, he could basically walk sideways, but he didn't even know when the old man entered the room, so he lost himself.

The old man grabbed the teapot and poured it into his mouth with a smile, regardless of the tea that had just been cut could burn a layer of skin on his throat. He looked at Lu Feng for a long time, and the strange green light flashed in his eyes. After a long time, he nodded with satisfaction: "No, good, it's true that he is a Qi Refiner who has practiced our witch clan's magical method. In just a few years, he can actually become the natal Yuanying of your Taoist sect. You are also very ambitious."

Without waiting for Lu Feng to answer, the old man said to himself: "Originally, we two are the only descendants of the Witch Clan in this world... No, not counting, I am not the descendant of the Witch Clan, you are... I, Xia Jie, are the old man of the Witch Clan, not the descendant. I originally wanted to examine your nature and see if you deserve the mental method of our Witch Clan, but the more I look at it, the more angry you get. You guy, I have been with you for more than three years, and the things you do are just bastards."

Xia Jie asked: "Can you tell me what you are going to do when you cultivate so many potential Qi Refiners privately?" He looked at Lu Feng and smiled unfathomablely. The green light in his eyes became even stronger, like a cat's eyes, making Lu Feng's body cold. How could he move at all? He chuckled and shook his head and said: "Don't try to lie in front of me. I, Xia Jie, have a very strange but very useful method to argue whether others are lying. You, the commander of the Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty, can't hide it from me."

Lu Feng looked at his eyes that emitted a strong light and understood that he was not lying. His tone was full of strong confidence. In a trance, Lu Feng seemed to see not a twilight old man, but a young and strong young man. He thought helplessly for a long time, and finally said in a deep voice: "Revenge... There is no other purpose. I have exhausted my whole life's strength, just for revenge... I joined the Yan Palace so that the power of the Yan Palace can allow me to develop my own power."

He licked his lips and told everything frankly. "I originally thought that in Yanjing City, I could use the power of the Yan Palace to establish a small sect in private to cultivate Taoism. But I didn't expect that the Yan Palace defeated the court and I became an important minister of the court. With such conditions in hand, it would be easier to form a secret sect privately. I just wanted to raise a group of Qi Refiners and make them my team. When they succeed in practicing Taoism, I would shock them all the world."

After talking for half an hour, Lu Feng confessed his mood so for the first time in more than three years. He felt that in front of this man who called himself Xia Jie, he had no room to hide it. The green light in his eyes could see through everything about him.

Xia Jie smiled and nodded gently and said, "This is the truth. You have the shadow of the practice of the method of Huanglong Zhenren. You are the disciple of the Yiyuan Sect he established. This is beyond doubt. Huanglong Zhenren, no, I have seen all the so-called twelve true immortals of the Ancient Sect, and they have even fought secretly... Well, it's interesting. Fortunately, you didn't go to the Kunlun Sect to ask Kunlun for help, otherwise Kunlun would definitely pretend to be a desperate posture to help you search for enemies, but I'd already been happy."

Lu Feng frowned and simply sat opposite Xia Jie, saying in a deep voice: "All of them are Orthodox disciples, I'm afraid there is no such thing?"

Xia Jie shrugged his shoulders, raised his legs and smiled, "What do you know? It is said that Huanglong Zhenren is one of the twelve true immortals of the Anarchy Sect, and they are all disciples of the original guy. In fact, it is a lie. Huanglong is a child who raised dragons in the witch clan at that time. He accidentally obtained the most profound mental method of the witch clan and created the Taoist practice method of the Yiyuan Sect. When he had not practiced Taoism, he liked to hook up with the thieves in Kunlun, which made everyone in the world think that he was a member of Kunlun, but in fact he was a disciple of the witch clan."

Lu Feng was stunned, and Xia Jie continued to laugh and scold: "You have all been deceived, but hehe, the battle between gods and demons happened many years ago? Who would remember? In the whole world, I am afraid that I am the only old ghost who dare not take it, and the underworld dare not accept it. Huang Long is a true person of the real people of the Chan Sect and the great immortal brothers, but the self-created Yiyuan Sect is more powerful than Kunlun. Are the descendants of Kunlun? Some descendants are not full-minded. Hey, when you hear that your Yiyuan Sect collapsed, you are afraid that they will have to celebrate."

"Touch", the teacup in Lu Feng's hand was fried to pieces, and his face was covered with cold chills.

Xia Jie shook his head and sighed, "Young man, haha, just like me back then, I don't know what's going on. I always thought that I was the best in the world and nothing could be difficult for me. You don't think about it. You are just a Nascent Soul achievement now. Isn't it going to take hundreds of years to practice to the realm of divination? When you reach the realm of divination, your enemies are probably all at the realm of Transformation? What are you fighting with them? Your total of 897 Huanglongmen, and now in Chengdu, there are 355 long-standing believers. How long does it take for them to truly become Qi Refiners?"

"When they can play in battle, your enemies will not know what they will develop. Especially if you want to strengthen the Taoist practice portal, it is like doing business. You have to have capital to make profits. It's like if you can have a famous mountain and river as a base, Mount Emei is not counted. The Kunlun Sect has sent experts to protect several laymen of the Emei Sword Sect to rebuild the mountain gate, and then Qin Daozi will not be able to occupy Mount Emei."

"If you have a famous mountain and river, haha, you can create countless flying swords and refine countless spiritual pills. The disciples of the sect only need to collect 10,000 or 20,000 of them. If one thousand of them can be trained into the Nascent Soul, it is a very terrifying force. I guess Kunlun will have to measure one or two if he wants to compete with you. If ten disciples can enter the virtual realm, the old ghosts who stay in the human world are not counted, and their ordinary disciples are afraid that they will not dare to compete with your portal."

"If three or five sects can become saints in their bodies, but stay in the world, specialize in practicing the way of gods, humans, and heaven, and practice magic, they can be three points more powerful than Gu Ying and others, and the entire Kunlun is not worth your fear. If your enemy is Kunlun, you can go to seek revenge on them at that time."

Xia Jie laughed ruthlessly at Lu Feng, who was full of dull faces: "But you have nothing. You just rely on your own cleverness to collect a group of gangsters and scoundrels, and with the cover of the court, they established a bullshit Huanglong Gate. The ghostly immortal view, at most you are lucky. You found a daffodil born from the power of water to be your backer, and found two robbers who changed their careers and became masters. This is all your capital. Without a thousand years of hard work, can these wastes under your sect become weapons?"

The sinister and mean words kept coming out of Xia Jie's mouth. He smiled sinisterly: "Especially you already know that Monk Taoyan and his friends have some illegitimate relationship with your enemies. You dare to mess with them in a clarity. That day, I stood outside the window and watched you pick up the cheap and get the Fentian Seal. Fortunately, the distinguished guest of Monk Taoyan and his friends was just a poor pawn and did not see through your origin. If their master was present, you would probably not know how to die."

"You clever, play some conspiracy. With your qi cultivation level that is more intelligent than ordinary people, you can naturally call the wind and rain in the court. The emperor and the eldest prince all regard you as a fragrant bun, but in the world of Taoism, you are just a little white rabbit who has just started. If you are wrong, you praise you too much. If you are a rabbit, you can kick the eagle to death if you are too impatient. As long as you have just broken a shell, you dare to seek revenge on that group of people even if you are a ghost?"

The confidence in Lu Feng's mind collapsed completely, and he collapsed suddenly. There was an indisputable powerful majesty in Xia Jie's voice, which made Lu Feng feel that he was just a poor worm struggling in the cracks. Especially when Lu Feng recalled what he did, he felt that Xia Jie was really right. Relying on the revenge of Huanglongmen? What a joke, let Zhang Long and the others practice slowly. They want to cultivate to become Nascent Soul, afraid that they will not be able to last for three to five hundred years? How powerful will the Right Saint become in three to five hundred years? Who knows?

Xia Jie was so happy that he grabbed the teapot and poured the tea in it clean. Then he threw the teapot on the ground, supported his chin with both hands, leaned on the table, and looked at Lu Feng with bright eyes and said, "What? Was it hit by my words? No confidence? Don't want to take revenge? Hey, I have been following your butt for more than three years. Look at you, a kid, who is usually cruel and ruthless, isn't a shitty person, why has he become a grass chicken now?"
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