Zhengqi Sect, Fangzheng Mountain.
Lin Feng told Yang Huiming all about Zhang Xiaojun's plan.
After Yang Huiming heard this, his smart eyes turned and he fell into deep thinking.
After pondering for a long time, he said: "It is indeed good to destroy the Yanwu Kingdom and reduce the influence and popularity of the Hehuan Sect, but the time is not yet mature."
Lin Feng looked suspicious: "Disciple wonders, this time is not mature enough?"
"You are still too young."
Yang Huiming is a good teacher and said inscrutably: "Now that the national war has just begun, people's livelihood is still stable. Our entry at this time is just the icing on the cake."
"Only when those mortals take action when they are at their worst, will they be grateful. This is called providing help in times of need."
Lin Feng suddenly realized: "Sect Leader Yang is still thoughtful."
Yang Huiming always takes advantage of other people's compliments and can't help but smile: "It's just a little experience. When you get to my age, you will understand."
"This disciple is too stupid. If he lives for another two thousand years, he will not be one-tenth as resourceful as the sect master."
"One tenth of it is enough for me."
"..."
You are said to be fat, but you are still out of breath.
Lin Feng smacked his lips and asked, "How long do we have to wait? I really can't bear to see those mortals displaced and freezing to death in the wilderness."
"It depends on when the Xihua Kingdom will be defeated, and when their mountains and rivers are shattered, we can take action."
"Huh? This..."
"Xiao Lin, mortals are like mayflies, born and died overnight, but monks are like evergreen trees. Throughout their lives, they can witness the changes of many dynasties."
"Do you take action every time?"
Yang Huiming shook her head slightly and said seriously: "You are still too kind-hearted."
"yes..."
"Well, it's rare for you to have this kind of ideological understanding. In order to train your mind, when the plan to destroy the country begins, it will be up to you to execute it."
Lin Feng was shocked: "Me?"
"That's right, you."
"No, Sect Master, I am only in the foundation building period..."
"What's that? They're just a bunch of mortals on the battlefield." Yang Huiming said, showing a meaningful smile: "And, you think I don't know that even the golden elixir stage can't beat you?"
Lin Feng was stunned and laughed: "Luck, just luck..."
"This sect is mainly just as lucky as this. Go ahead and I'll call you when the time comes."
"yes."
Lin Feng clasped his fists and left the hall.
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Unexpectedly, the line between Yang Huiming and Zhang Xiaojun was caught so easily. The Mission: Impossible plan has achieved initial results, but it still needs to continue to work hard.
After leaving Fangzheng Mountain, Lin Feng went to the new school and met Mo Fengchun from a distance. She was learning how to breathe out spiritual energy with a group of new disciples.
Qi Dongqiang is also among them.
During the entrance test ranking, Qi Dongqiang ranked first, and he was highly praised as "turning into a dragon when encountering a storm", so the school elders had great expectations for him.
But his spiritual roots are actually very poor. After all the new disciples in the same batch started practicing, he has not yet felt the sense of energy, which makes people wonder whether his number one ranking is fake.
After Yang Huiming learned about this, he immediately retested Qi Dongqiang's spiritual roots.
The final result is exactly the same. His spiritual root qualifications are comparable to those of some famous geniuses.
After the other disciples found out, they started talking less loudly about Qi Dongqiang. However, Yang Huiming became less and less interested in seeing the adopted son he was once so proud of.
In the blink of an eye, winter turns to spring, flowers bloom and fade, three years later.
In the past three years, people from the Troll Sect came several times to look for Tan Songming's bones, but failed to find them after several searches, and finally gave up.
Interestingly, Lin Feng was responsible for the reception several times, and he also experienced the feeling of a murderer.
On other occasions, Zhao Mengmeng was responsible for reception.
During this period, Lin Feng finally met Zhao Mengmeng's Taoist companion - a tall and mighty man.
Being with the petite Zhao Mengmeng is a bit inconsistent, but also a bit harmonious.
The man's name is Standard Pu Gao, nicknamed Sang Biao. He is Mo Fengchun's physical education teacher and Li Taibao's good friend.
After three years of accumulation and performance, Mo Fengchun has established a character as an outstanding disciple with outstanding talents, and has begun to become famous in the Zhengqi Sect.
And because she is beautiful, she has many suitors.
Among them, there were even Nascent Soul Stage monks, but she didn't accept any of them.
Sometimes Lin Feng was quite surprised that Mo Fengchun, maybe because he was mentally ill, ignored his pursuer but came to bother him.
It's like brown candy, you can't shake it away.
On the other side, Sangbiao's good friend Li Taibao has been very depressed in the past three years. He no longer works as a security guard and is not interested in spiritual practice. He only likes fishing.
S&P Gao once asked Li Taibao why he wasted his great youth on fishing?
At this time, Li Taibao would stare at the slowly flowing river in a daze.
He said he has found something more meaningful than being a security guard.
The river water made him peaceful, and the fishing rod in his hand made him full of hope.
In short, he is nagging, just like a psychopath.
S&P Gao was very worried. Later he learned that Li Taibao's decadence was related to Lin Feng, so he asked Lin Feng to persuade him to at least stop being negative.
Unexpectedly, Li Taibao was so talkative that he fooled Lin Feng into buying a fishing rod.
Comrade Sangbiao was worried about Lin Feng's depravity and did not dare to let him persuade him anymore.
Since then, Lin Feng rarely saw Li Taibao.
It’s winter again.
Lin Feng just went to Hehuan Sect to see Yu Youshen, and she was making steady breakthroughs.
It will take one to two years to overcome the tribulation.
When we returned to Zhengqi Sect, it was snowing lightly.
One after another, flowers, trees, pavilions and pavilions were given a new layer of decoration.
In the small courtyard, the snow is white.
Lin Feng pushed open the courtyard door and sighed silently when he heard the footsteps in the room.
You don't need to think about it to know that Mo Fengchun is here again.
She spent more time here than in her house on Founder Mountain.
It seemed like this was her home, and there was just a bed for the night.
Lin Feng entered the room.
really.
Mo Fengchun was wearing a snow-white fur coat, huddled in a fluffy pony.
She had just lit the heater, and the orange light from the heater shone on her face, reflecting a smile.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Mo Fengchun turned around, saw Lin Feng, and smiled happily: "Where have you been? I came to see you early in the morning, but you are not here."
Lin Feng walked around her and sat on the bench opposite: "I went to the Hehuan Sect last night and came back this morning... Why did you come to see me again?"
The smile on her face froze. She couldn't smile anymore, so she lowered her head.
"It's nothing. I'm quite bored. I came here to play with you."
"Just play. I broke through to the late stage of foundation building three years ago, and now I'm almost at Dzogchen. What about you? You were at Dzogchen three years ago, and you're still at Dzogchen now. You haven't made any progress at all, and you still have the heart to play."
Lin Feng shook his head and placed his hand on top of the heater, feeling a warm feeling coming from it.
Mo Fengchun raised his head and saw that he was wearing single clothes, and couldn't help but frown slightly.
"It's snowing, so I'm wearing so little."
"It's not cold."
"It's not cold but you want to keep your hands warm?"
"Um..." Lin Feng pointed to her fur coat: "Same as you."
