Qingming Mountain is in the north of Qinghe County, next to the intersection of Qinghe River and Canglang River. The water spirit here is abundant and suitable for practicing water-based exercises.
It is more than sixty miles from Qinghe County to Qingming Mountain.
Ling Feng and his entourage galloped for more than two hours before arriving.
At this time, the foot of the mountain was already very lively, and martial arts people came from time to time to celebrate their birthdays.
The Qinghe Sword Sect has been established for more than five hundred years. The founder of the sect is also a strong martial artist. Over the past hundreds of years, strong men have suppressed the mountain sect, maintaining the reputation of the largest sect in Qinghe. Its prestige is far from that of Qinghe, which has only risen for ten years. The Jiao Gang is comparable.
Ling Feng walked to the gate of the mountain. Everyone was lining up to go up the mountain. When they saw the green dragon flag of Ling Feng and his group, they immediately got out of the way.
Ling Feng stepped forward and showed the invitation.
The gatekeeper disciple looked slightly startled and said hurriedly: "Deputy Gang Leader Lin, Hall Master Yuwen, please come quickly!"
Although the Qinghe Sword Sect and the Qingjiao Gang were competitors, they did not dare to look down upon innate masters like Ling Feng and Yu Wenshang.
Ling Feng and his party walked through a long staircase and arrived at the mountain.
The top of the mountain is flat, with a majestic mountain gate hall in the middle.
There is an open space in front of the main hall of the mountain gate. It is filled with mahogany tables and stools and filled with many guests.
In the ten counties of Qinghe, almost everyone from big and small gangs to martial arts families came here.
At this time, a group of people walked out of the door of the hall.
The leader was a middle-aged man with a calm expression and extraordinary bearing. Ling Feng sensed an incomparably thick wave of innate true energy in him, like the clear river at the foot of the mountain, gushing and galloping endlessly. The richness of this true energy has exceeded that of Song Tianhao and Zhou Yulang, and they are already innate perfection. .
There is no doubt that this person is the leader of the Qinghe Sword Sect, the fifty-sixth on the list, the famous Qinghe No. 1 Swordsman Song Qing!
Song Qing was accompanied by several acquaintances, his father Lin Yulong and sister Lin Yuqi. There is a beautiful woman next to her, who should be Song Qing's daughter and Lin Yulong's wife. Both of them looked at Ling Feng with complicated expressions.
But Lin Yuqi smiled and said: "Brother, you are here!"
Ling Feng smiled at her, then looked at Song Qing, clasped his fists and said, "Ling Feng from the Qingjiao Gang wishes Master Song good luck in martial arts and will advance to the Martial Sect as soon as possible!"
At the same time, his subordinates brought over birthday gifts, including a hundred pieces of silk and satin, ten pieces of jade, and a three-hundred-year-old ginseng. For ordinary people in the team, it was considered a precious and grand gift, but for Song Qing's status, these were just ordinary gifts. The Qingjiao Gang doesn't need to please the Qinghe Sword Sect, so it certainly doesn't need to buy a birthday gift worth millions of taels, it just makes sense.
The Qinghe Sword Sect disciple next to him quickly accepted the birthday gift.
Song Qing said with a smile on his lips: "Okay, I have just recently gained some insights into refining qi and transforming into gods, so I will bear the auspicious words of the deputy gang leader."
He looked at Ling Feng with kind eyes and a hint of appreciation.
Ling Feng looked slightly surprised. Could it be that he really wanted to refine Qi and transform into God, and condense the Yin God? Once this breakthrough is reached, it will be a half-step Wuzong, and it will be difficult for the Qingjiao Gang to compete.
At this time, Lin Yulong said: "Feng'er, come in and sit down!"
Outside the main hall are the ordinary guests, while the distinguished guests are all inside the main hall.
Moreover, there were many guests coming, and Song Qing could not entertain just him.
Ling Feng looked indifferent, nodded, and entered the main hall together with Yu Wenshang. The other ordinary members of the gang sat outside and ate.
In the main hall, the space is very spacious, with twelve tables set up. The guests are almost all masters above the warrior level, and there are many innate masters.
Suddenly, a voice sounded: "Brother Lin, this way!"
Ling Feng looked for a name and saw Yu Mantang, Song Yurou, Zheng Dongliu, and a strange woman. She looked about the same age as Song Yurou, and she also looked delicate and quiet.
As the two approached, Ling Feng greeted all three of them and then asked, "Brother Yu, aren't you the magistrate of Yuxi County? Why are you here?"
It is simply uncomfortable for a court official to come to celebrate the birthday of the head of a Jianghu sect, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate will definitely impeach him.
Yu Mantang smiled bitterly and said: "I am no longer the county magistrate. That time I lost the county seat, I was only fined three years' salary for killing the thieves. But my uncle filed a memorial and asked the court to remove me directly."
Ling Feng understood somewhat and knew that this was a wise way to protect himself. If you go unpunished, you will easily be caught as a sore foot.
Moreover, it is enough to serve as a county guard with the background of the Yu family, but Yu Shenxiu also serves as the dean of Qinghe College, and Yu Mantang is also the seventh-grade county magistrate. This is too powerful and easy to be jealous. Therefore, Yumanlou took advantage of the situation and gave up his nephew's official position. After all, the two of them had fought together, so he took advantage of the situation and said a few words of comfort.
Yu Mantang was quite happy after hearing this and said: "This is my cousin Yu Wanxin. She is still in the boudoir. She is also proficient in poetry, calligraphy and painting. She is a talented girl who is famous all over Qinghe."
Yumanlou gave birth to three daughters in a row, but no son. At this time, the eldest daughter and the second daughter were both married. Only the third daughter was outstanding in appearance and known as a talented girl, and she was interested in recruiting a son-in-law.
Yu Wanxin's face turned red and she said: "Master Lin, please don't listen to my cousin's nonsense. This little girl just writes some poems to amuse herself. What I envy the most is the hero Lin, who wields a sword to punish evil and eradicate evil."
Ling Feng smiled and said, "You're welcome, Wan Xin. Brother Yin often compliments me on your poetry. It's heroic and majestic, and you're not inferior to men!"
After hearing this, Yu Manlou's face suddenly lit up, and he thought it was funny, so he kept talking and tried to make peace with the two of them, which made both of them quite embarrassed.
Next to her, Song Yurou had a frosty face and just lowered her head to drink tea.
Zheng Dongliu knew what she was thinking and quickly changed the topic.
At this time, people were taking their seats one after another.
Ling Feng suddenly frowned, turned around, and found that several people at the table next to him were looking at him with unkind expressions.
These people are all wearing yellow robes, with long knives at their waists, their eyes are like knives, and the energy in their bodies has a sharp feeling.
At this time, Yu Mantang said: "These are people from the Golden Sword Sect. They are in a marriage alliance with the Iron Sword Sect. If you destroy the Iron Sword Sect, you will naturally hate them!"
Ling Feng smiled slightly and said: "They are all clowns, they can do whatever they want!"
He glanced around and found another acquaintance, Jiujiang League elder Qingshi Jian Liang Shixian, and some experts from Jiujiang League were sitting next to him.
The innate master's senses were so sensitive. When Ling Feng's eyes fell on him, he sensed it and turned around to face Ling Feng's smiling face.
Liang Shixian felt it was a sneer, glared at Ling Feng, and immediately looked away.
However, this person was not the only acquaintance of Ling Feng. He took a closer look and saw another old acquaintance, Gu Changqing, the elder of the White Tiger Gang and the first innate master he fought against. He sat with several experts from the White Tiger Gang and felt the gaze on them. He turned around and looked back, looking at Ling Feng with a complicated expression. Sometimes he also thought that if he had not been so aggressive, he might have been able to lure Ling Feng into joining the White Tiger Gang, which would have prevented the gang leader Bai Zhenwei from being killed by Ling Feng.
In addition to these innate masters, there was also a tall man with a beard who stared at him with hateful eyes. This man is the eldest disciple of Lei Dong, the master of Jinglei Martial Arts School, and the senior brother of Lei Yun and Xun Shaoyou. He was originally the chief disciple of Jinglei Martial Arts School, the first martial arts school in Qinghe, but Ling Feng killed Lei Dong in the ring, which caused the decline of the martial arts school. More than a dozen brothers fought for the position of the master of the gymnasium, and the martial arts school was completely destroyed. After breaking up, he also became a rogue cultivator. It can be said that the hatred is as deep as the sea!
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