The long street of Hidden Market is still a bustling scene. There are many shops on both sides, and the sounds of hawking and the neighing of spiritual animals are intertwined, revealing a commotion of fish and dragons.
Lin Qingyang gathered up his white fox fur and led his two apprentices to wander casually on the street. He had stayed here for five full years, and he could tell which alleys sold what goods with his eyes closed, so naturally there was nothing new about him.
But the two apprentices beside him were also in no mood to go shopping at the moment.
Feng Shu and Feng Yi were staring at the thin spirit stone ticket in their hands, their steps a little unsteady. Feng Yi's round face turned red, and he poked his chubby fingers back and forth on the ticket, counting the long string of zeros three times, and then took a sharp breath to make sure that he was not dazzled.
"Master, Master..." Feng Shu swallowed, his voice trembling, and he raised his head with a puzzled face, "Why did you suddenly give me and my junior brother so much money?"
Although Master was considered generous when he spent Myriad Spirits Sect before, this amount is actually shockingly generous. It is no exaggeration to say that these spiritual stones are enough to buy a mid-level sect's training resources for an entire year.
Lin Qingyang put his hands in his sleeves, looked at the two apprentices who had never seen the world, chuckled, and said in a casual tone, "I have not fulfilled any master's responsibilities to you in these years, leaving you outside without asking. You are very unlucky to have a master like me. I can't give anything else, and the money is not bad after all, so just think of it as a little compensation for the master."
"Master, don't say that!" Feng Shu heard this and hurriedly clenched the spirit stone tickets tightly with red eyes and said, "Elder Mo told us in his previous letter that Master stayed here incognito all these years to kill Bi Yue and avenge the leader and Elder Xue. As disciples, we can't help and we are already extremely ashamed. How dare we blame Master again?"
Lin Qingyang Seeing the guilty look on his eldest apprentice's face, he couldn't help but reached out and patted his shoulder, and said consolingly, "Don't be ashamed. You have done me a great favor by not coming to cause trouble for me."
Feng Shu:"..."
The emotion in my heart was instantly choked back. The master's mouth really ruined the atmosphere as always.
Feng Yi on the side carefully hid the spirit stone ticket close to his body, stepped forward and asked, "Master, since the great revenge has been avenged now, when do you plan to return to the Immortal Alliance?"
"Return to the Immortal Alliance?" Lin Qingyang sneered and said lazily, "That damn place has so many rules, I won't go."
He stopped, turned around, and looked at the two apprentices carefully. His eyes were very light, but they seemed to hide something very heavy.
"After that, I plan to travel around the world and look around. Maybe... I won't see you for a long time." Lin Qingyang's voice slowed down a little, with a rare gentleness and solemnity, "When you go back, practice well, and don't imitate other people's aggressiveness when encountering problems outside. If you can't fight, just run away without shame. If you encounter any trouble that can't be solved, just go to Elder Mo, he will protect you."
Feng Yi As he listened, his brows gradually wrinkled and he couldn't help but muttered, "Master, why are you acting a little weird?"
"What's wrong?"
"It's like announcing the funeral arrangements..." Feng Yi blurted out.
"Pah!"
Before he finished speaking, Feng Shu slapped him hard on the back of the head and sternly scolded him, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Feng Yi was beaten so hard that he shrank his neck, covered his head in aggrieved manner, and did not dare to say a word.
Lin Qingyang looked at this scene, not only was he not angry, but he chuckled softly. He closed his fox fur as if to conceal it, hiding the sadness in his eyes deeply, and joked, "If you don't keep your mouth shut, you will be beaten sooner or later."
Seeing that Lin Qingyang looked as normal, Feng Shu breathed a sigh of relief.
Unexpectedly, before he could catch his breath, Feng Yi couldn't help but grumbled again, "Master, what on earth is going on between you and that Demon King?"
As soon as these words came out, the noisy air around him seemed to freeze instantly.
The smile on Lin Qingyang's face froze slightly, and the fingers in his sleeves subconsciously curled up. He lowered his eyes and did not speak for a moment.
Feng Shu was so frightened that he quickly covered Feng Yi's mouth and glared at him so hard that he wanted to sew his mouth shut.
Regarding Lin Qingyang and Demon King Cang Mo, there has been a lot of rumors in the cultivation world for a long time. There are various versions of rumors, but no matter which version, it seems that the two have broken up now. In this situation, how can you ask in person!
In fact, there is nothing to mention about Lin Qingyang, but these facts are a bit complicated, and I don't know where to start at the moment.
The atmosphere became awkwardly quiet, leaving only the noise of passers-by on the long street.
At this time, Lin Qingyang's gaze suddenly looked beyond them and towards the front. Among the bustling and strange-shaped Hidden Market crowd, an extremely eye-catching figure appeared in front of him.
The person who came was dressed in snow-white clothes, with a figure as tall and tall as a pine tree, holding a simple long sword in his hand. He exuded a cold and sharpness that was incompatible with Hidden Market, and forcefully opened a vacuum in the crowded street, it was Yun Zhan.
Yun Zhan walked directly in front of the three of them. The cold Sword Intent around him quietly converged as he approached. His eyes stayed on Lin Qingyang's slightly pale face for a moment, and then he clasped his fists respectfully and saluted. "Senior Lin."
Then, he nodded slightly to Feng Shu and Feng Yi, and Feng Shu also pulled Feng Yi, who was still in a daze, to politely return the favor.
"Yun Zhan?" Lin Qingyang calmed down the complicated emotions in his eyes just now, returned to his lazy look that was half-smiling but not smiling, and joked with his fox fur folded in his arms, "Why do you have time to come here to shop?"
Yun Zhan had a stern look on his face, with a bit of inseparable solemnity between his brows, and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry to bother you, senior. I'm not here to hang out, but to look for someone."
Lin Qingyang frowned and then heard Yun Zhan continue, "Yesterday, Lu Ming was ordered to come to Hidden Market to buy spiritual herbs. After that, there was no contact with him. He couldn't even sense the direction of his natal sword talisman. This junior came here to find someone."
Lin Qingyang frowned slightly when he heard this. Divine Sword Mountain's disciple disappeared in Hidden Market. This matter is big or small.
"This is not difficult. I will ask someone to check his last whereabouts." Lin Qingyang said with a smile.
"Thank you, senior." Yun Zhan handed over again.