As soon as Feng Linwen finished speaking, Master Jingqiu's entire expression changed.
She seemed to want to say something, but had nothing to say.
Feng Linwen was calm and calm, as if he hadn't said anything before.
The night wind blows across the lake, peaceful and quiet, but it also stirs the lakeside at this moment, giving it an unspeakable charm.
Whether Feng Linwen is a noble person who sacrifices himself for others is a matter of opinion.
But he is obviously a guy who understands women's hearts very well.
When enough, correct guidance and appropriate silence are the greatest poison.
Emotional women often come up with too many pathos and lingering stories on their own. You will never be the Prince Charming they fantasize about, but this does not stop you from doing some "misleading" behavior, and then let them put you into the role in their fantasy.
Almost visible to the naked eye, Feng Linwen's progress bar for unlocking the first skill of the vest 'Murong Cheng' suddenly increased a lot.
"It seems that her heart is moved, and maybe even her soul is slightly shaken. It seems that to gain the 'trust' of the strong, not only do they need to believe in my vest, but they also need to have huge emotional fluctuations in their hearts." Feng Lin Ming made a brief analysis of the current situation.
"Although it is more difficult, it also renewed my golden finger." Feng Linwen sincerely lamented the difficulty and timeliness of this important discovery.
He was only in the Qi training stage, and the many skills he needed to unlock already required extremely high levels of trust.
If we go one step further, wouldn’t it mean that no one in the world knows you?
The current discovery is a new way out.
Master Jingqiu did not reject Feng Lin's self-dedication and sacrifice.
She is not a young, inexperienced little girl, and she does not have so much indifferent sympathy and soft-heartedness.
She carries a blood feud, and even becoming a palace master at Zuiyang Peak, the Holy Land of Fushan, cannot bring much help to her revenge. Only by reaching a higher position can she uncover the memories of the past. .
At this time, in order to go further, she is willing to do many things and sacrifice many people.
"Okay! In that case, I will take you to see the Holy Lord tomorrow. Do you... have any other requests?" Master Jingqiu asked Feng Linhui, perhaps feeling slightly uneasy.
She wanted to make amends, not just for her own peace of mind.
Feng Linyi's eyes flickered with confusion, as if he glanced at the sachet tied to Master Jingqiu's waist, but he remained silent and shook his head slightly, showing no desire or desire.
Su's hands shook slightly, but he took off the sachet tied to his slender waist as if he didn't care, and said firmly: "You have a good sense. This sachet is not only made of fragrant snow and silver wire, but also contains magic-killing grass." The medicinal fragrance is most conducive to calming the mind and assisting in cultivation, so I will give it to you."
As he spoke, Master Jingqiu's face glowed, and it was obvious that he did not believe what he said.
Feng Linwen hurriedly stepped forward, took it in his hands, and then put it into his arms unceremoniously and stored it away.
The atmosphere that originally seemed ambiguous took another level.
Master Jingqiu couldn't bear it any longer. With a turn, he had gracefully crossed the lake and disappeared into the distance where the water and the sky met.
But Feng Linwen stood alone by the lake and did not leave, as if he had a long aftertaste.
"Tomorrow I will meet the Holy Master and many other vein masters, which means that as Murong Cheng, I will officially stand on the forefront of the Fushan Holy Land. The dormancy in the early stage is finally coming to an end, and the next step is to start making things happen." Thinking of this, Feng Lin's chest was beating with heat.
He has never been a lonely and ordinary person.
So he sometimes does things that only a madman would do.
Fushan has nine veins, each with one peak.
Hmm...an outdated setting!
And of course, Futu Peak, which is the main vein, is where the main hall of Fushan Holy Land is located.
The mountain is ten thousand feet high, almost reaching the sky. A dangerous road leads directly to the top of the mountain.
On both sides of the mountain road, there are thousands of strange phenomena.
There are ancient pines that are like kowtowing apes, there are groups of Ganoderma lucidum that are as big as buckets, there are exotic flowers and plants competing for beauty, and there are also mountains covered with greenery, as if hiding a more mysterious world.
When you reach the top of the mountain, knock on the stone gate that stands alone on the top of the mountain. Behind the stone gate are the majestic palaces.
Compared to Zuiyang Peak, which is scattered and orderly, it is casual and free.
The scene inside Futu Peak can be described as solemn, solemn and majestic.
Following Master Jingchou, the two of them walked all the way inside, stepping on the floating clouds, and arrived at Fushan Palace not long after.
The palace gate is nine feet high and made of white jade.
Behind the door are thousands of auspicious colors, like a real residence of gods and gods.
Feng Linwen didn't squint his eyes and didn't feel that shocked.
Simple visual effects could not shake his mind.
Putting aside the galactic era, various cosmic wonders are not uncommon. Just in many virtual online games that focus on immortals and heroes, Feng Linyi has seen too many beautiful scenery and stunning and gorgeous scenes. Millions of sword immortals flew together, gods and Buddhas all over the sky fell together, the heaven and earth collapsed, and the stars and rivers fell. Destruction, chaos explosion, universe collapse... all kinds of scenes have been used to the extreme by those unscrupulous game developers, exhausting the pinnacle of imagination.
If Feng Linyi was playing a country boy, he would still have to look like he has never seen the world.
However, in a short time, he will have to talk calmly in front of so many powerful people from Fushan Holy Land. If he behaves badly at this time, it will form a sharp contrast and conflict with the persona that will be waiting for him, which will not be beautiful.
Of course...it was definitely not to avoid embarrassment in front of Master Jingqiu.
Master Jingqiu had obviously communicated with the Holy Master and even some pulse masters, so when Feng Linhui followed him into Fushan Palace, almost all eyes were focused on Feng Linhui.
Feng Linwen couldn't tell what Bao Bao's emotions were in these eyes.
He is not a human-human discriminator, how could he sense someone's emotions so easily from his eyes?
"But this feeling of being in the spotlight... isn't bad." Feng Lin's heart gradually calmed down.
When it was time for him to perform, he became more and more calm and calm.
"Are you Murong Cheng?" A high-pitched voice seemed to be falling from the Nine Heavens Cloud Palace.
"Yes!" Feng Linyi replied decisively.
Above the main hall, floating clouds suddenly appeared, and the shadow of a young man appeared in the haze. Not only did he look like a young man when he was studying the law, but he also had the despair and fear of this young man when he fell into the mouth of the monster.
"If you are Murong Cheng, then who is he?" The cold question seemed to penetrate people's souls.
The lie that Feng Linhui made while in Fushan City in order to enter Fushan Holy Land was easily exposed in this hall.
Feng Lin's expression didn't change, of course... this was what he expected.
He didn't join Fushan Holy Land just to fool around. As long as he wanted to make a name for himself, his false identity would inevitably become his weakness.
So he had made adequate preparations beforehand. Not only will this false identity not be a flaw for him, but in a sense, it will deepen a certain impression and become a boost.
