Watching the old man walk into the alley tremblingly. Lin Feng whispered: "You are waiting for me here. If there are too many people, I am afraid that I will scare this old man."

Both girls nodded and stayed at the entrance of the alley. Lin Feng waited for a while and walked into the shabby alley.

The old man lives in an extremely simple courtyard with bamboo fences and wooden doors. There are several small houses. Although they are extremely simple, they are cleaned very clean.

After carrying the well water into the room for a moment, the old man walked out of the hut tremblingly again, still carrying two big buckets.

Through the gap between the wooden door, Lin Feng saw the old man coming out and knocked on the wooden door a few times. Three long and two short, very rhythmic.

After the wooden door, the old man was slightly stunned. After a moment of silence, he gently lowered the wooden barrel and shoulder pole and walked over staggeringly. He opened a small gap in the wooden door.

"Youngsheng. Who are you looking for?" The old man looked at Lin Feng. A hint of vigilance appeared in his turbid eyes.

"Mr. Zhuang. I am Zhuang Mengdie's disciple. Master asked me to get some things back." Lin Feng whispered respectfully.

He also just learned that his master's real name was neither Zhuang Midie nor Zhuang Zhidie. But Zhuang Mengdie. His master was born in a family named Zhuang in Qingyun Town. The old man and his master were of the same clan and were also a childhood playmate. The two have always had a very good relationship.

After hearing Lin Feng's words, Zhuang Weng lowered his voice and said softly: "The King of Heaven covers the Tiger."

"The river demon in the pagoda." Lin Feng replied.

"Why is it blushing?" Zhuang Weng asked again. His tone was quite strange.

"Glowing in spirit." Lin Feng also replied in an extremely strange tone.

"Why is it yellow again?"

"Anti-cold-coated wax."

Lin Feng had no idea what these incisions meant at all. It was just the master's instructions. He just did it.

Weng Zhuang nodded and sighed softly. The old voice was extremely calm: "You are here. I think my brother is dead."

Lin Feng remained silent. He didn't know how to answer.

According to the agreement between Zhuang Lao and Zhuang Weng, if someone comes to get these things and he doesn't come himself, it means that he is no longer there. Zhuang Lao is just in a soul state now. In fact, it can be said that he is dead. The old man's words are not wrong.

"Brother, after all, you took the lead. I am a useless man. I have lived longer than you. After so many years, I have lived enough."

Weng Zhuang said, slowly pulled down a wooden hairpin from his head. His snow-white hair was immediately spread on his shoulders.

"This is what you want. Take it." Weng Zhuang said, and handed the wooden hairpin to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng bowed and took the wooden hairpin.

"You go." Zhuang Weng said calmly.

"Yes, senior." Lin Feng nodded, held the wooden hairpin in his palm and walked out of the courtyard.

Suddenly, Lin Feng's face changed slightly. He suddenly turned around and saw the old man sitting dejectedly on the ground, with a peaceful expression and no longer breathing.

It turned out that the old man had reached the point where he had run out of oil. If it weren't for a promise, he would have died long ago. Now he was worried. He knew that his old friend was dead. He had no worries in his heart. He had actually left.

Lin Feng pushed open the wooden door and looked at the old man's peaceful expression. After a moment of silence, he sighed softly.

The mind communicated with Feng Lingzhu. Lin Feng shouted: "Master. Master."

"What's going on? Didn't I tell you that after you leave Yuezhou, don't bother me if you have nothing to do. You want to kill me." Mr. Zhuang said angrily.

"Master. We are now in Qingyun Town..." Lin Feng whispered.

Mr. Zhuang's eyes flashed, and his perception ability was released. When he saw the white-haired old man sitting on the ground, his face suddenly changed and he showed a deep sad look.

"Master. That's it..." Lin Feng told Mr. Zhuang what happened just now.

Mr. Zhuang remained silent. After a long time, he smiled bitterly.

"My brother is just the third level of internal martial arts. I haven't been here for thirty years. It's not easy for him to hold on until now. This is a joyful and joyful delight. There's nothing to be sad about. Haha. Lin Feng. Bury him well."

Mr. Zhuang said slowly. There was a deep sadness deep in his eyes.

"Yes, Master." Lin Feng nodded.

"People cherish their history, just like birds cherish their feathers. You have returned. Who can still know what happened back then? Haha..."

A desolate smile was smiled. Mr. Zhuang said in a low voice: "Boy, I want to be quiet. There is no need to do it. Don't bother me anymore."

"I understand. Master."

Inside the Feng Ling Pendant, Mr. Zhuang slowly closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Lin Feng knew that his master was in a bad mood at this time. Seeing his old friend die in front of him, anyone would feel uncomfortable. So he directly closed the Feng Lingzhu again and isolated the contact between Mr. Zhuang and the outside world.

Qingyun Town is the hometown of Mr. Zhuang. The master must have many memories here back then. However, time can erase everything. In such a small town where even warriors do not have, in nearly two hundred years, everything has changed. With the passing of the last old friend, everything finally disappeared.

"What kind of strong people are so powerless in the face of time." Lin Feng thought to himself as the sad master in Feng Lingzhu. "Even if they were god-level strong people in ancient times, they were not all falling like meteors. Even those peerless strong people who have reached the "Everyone and the earth are all my thoughts, and one word makes the world" are like that. Like the masters of the will in the Juquemen, the masters are like this. Even if there is a thousand-year iron threshold, you must eventually have a steamed bun. This sentence is really good."

"This is how creatures between heaven and earth can never reach eternity?"

He shook his head with a self-deprecating smirk. Lin Feng smiled bitterly. His thoughts were too greedy.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are the same throughout the ages. On the entire continent, there has never been a person who transcends life and death. The way of eternal life has been exploring for millions of years, but no one has ever been able to succeed.

With Ye Zi, God has given me great favor. I can be with my beloved woman for the rest of my life. Even if I will eventually return to nirvana, what’s the regret?

In the corner of the courtyard, a brand new tomb appeared.

For nearly two hundred years, all old friends have died. Zhuang Weng has lived alone in this small town and has no descendants. Now he is dead. He is still so lonely.

Lin Feng stood in front of the grave, thinking about the tombstone and bowed slightly.

Mr. Zhuang’s old friend is extremely weak. However, Lin Feng also respects such a promise of a thousand gold medal.

Weng Zhuang is already old and weak, and lives a very hard life. Leaving like this may be a kind of relief. Lin Feng thought to himself.

That wooden hairpin is actually a storage container. Since Mr. Zhuang carved a talisman array on it to cover it up, no one discovered the secret of the wooden hairpin.

In other words, for more than a hundred years, the wealth of the Dark Night Blade has been swaying on the head by such an ordinary old man. Thinking of this, Lin Feng couldn't help but admire it.

This is undoubtedly extremely dangerous, but also extremely safe. Who would have thought that the wealth of the Dark Night Blade, ranked second in the four major killers in the mainland, would be so simple to get it.

...

Mr. Zhuang's existence is still a secret. Even Ye Zi and Xue Nu don't know about Mr. Zhuang's existence.

They were like Zhuang Xuenan and his daughter. They knew that Zhuang was Lin Feng’s master. But they didn’t know that Zhuang was dead. And they existed in Lin Feng’s body in the form of a soul body.

This is Lin Feng’s promise to Mr. Zhuang. He naturally does not want to violate it.

So this time I came to the Northern Wilderness to look for treasures. Ye Zi and others did not know the origin of the treasures. They all had complete trust in Lin Feng. Lin Feng said that he would go wherever he went.

After burying Weng Zhuang, Lin Feng left the courtyard and returned to the streets of the town.

"How is it? Have you got the treasure?" The long-legged girl said excitedly.

"Get it." Lin Feng nodded.

"Let me see what's there." The long-legged girl seemed extremely curious.

Lin Feng smiled, "When I arrived in Qingyun Town, I naturally have to taste the silverfish sashimi here. Let's have a meal first."

"Stingy." The long-legged girl curled her lips in dissatisfaction.

The three of them found a restaurant near the lake and ordered all kinds of famous dishes from the Northern Wilderness, especially a large pot of silverfish sashimi that exuded a special fragrance. They started eating beautifully. The snacker Xuenu forgot everything when he saw all kinds of delicious dishes. She was still not satisfied with the pot of silverfish sashimi who was eating them all. She shook several large pots in succession.

The little girl can eat hundreds of kilograms of barbecue in one meal. Lin Feng and the other are no longer surprised. The only thing that makes Lin Feng feel strange is that no matter how you eat, Xue Nu's body shape will never change. And no matter how fast you eat, she can maintain her eating style. Although she is sitting face to face, Lin Feng can't understand how this girl did it.

Lin Feng was eating himself, and he ate very quickly. Ye Zi and Lin Feng were in a close relationship. How could they not understand that Lin Feng was actually nervous? Obviously, this treasure was of great importance. Even if Lin Feng faced it, he could not keep calm.

If it weren't for this, Lin Feng would have told them what the treasure was. Now it seems that he hasn't even opened the storage container.

No wonder Lin Feng was nervous. He attached great importance to this wealth. The Dark Night Blade had accumulated over a hundred years. How could it be less wealth?

Although I don’t know how literary talent and romanticism are transformed into power, Lin Feng understands that wealth can be directly transformed into power.

With enough wealth, it may even allow the elites in the sect to become level 6 warriors directly. People like Uncle Fang Ba, Brother Yuan Ce and others have almost no chance of practicing to level 6 warriors by themselves. If they can be directly promoted to level 6 warriors, Lin Feng is definitely willing to do it.

Of course, the more important thing is to enhance Ye Zi's power.

A stronger power means more life span and longer stay together. Since eternity is a luxury, as two people who are destined to be with each other, we should naturally try our best to accompany each other for a longer time.

The wealth of the Dark Night Blade is enough to allow all killers to eliminate the possibility of being spyed by Tianji Academy. The financial resources are imaginable. Lin Feng estimated that the value of this wealth could not be measured by Yuanshi at all. So he was extremely expectant and extremely nervous.

The delicious silverfish sashimi came to Lin Feng's mouth and it didn't feel any good. When the snacker Xue Nu was full of wine, Lin Feng slowly took out the wooden hairpin and placed it on the table.
Chapter completed!