This was the first time that Wang Lu saw Feng Yin Daoist Master since his self-awakening dream.
It had been a lot since the last time they met.
After the end of the journey, Wang Lu returned to Nine Regions. By chance, he met Liu Li by chance and was expected to go to the group of immortal tombs together. Then, because of the Sword Demon mark on his body, he was fancied by Dixian Xuan Mo and pulled into her immortal dreamland. After that, he experienced the adventure of asking the Heaven, which opened the prelude to the Grand Competition.
During this period, although the Wanxian League held many meetings, and Wang Lu and Feng Yin were both important members, for various reasons, they could not meet directly. The communication between the two was through letters.
When he saw Feng Yin Daoist Master again, Wang Lu was in a trance, as if he had returned to one hundred and fifty years ago … At that time, the current Feng Yin Daoist Master was just a clumsy young kid. Because of his strong sense of responsibility and tenacity, he was fancied by Wang Lu as a pillar of the golden generation.
Now, the kid had grown into a hateful old ghost, and the tender sprout had truly become a towering tree that sheltered the Lingjian School...
It was not difficult to imagine how much Feng Yin himself had paid for it. He had inherited the legacy of many golden generation, and his aptitude and perception were the best in the world. However, in more than one hundred years, he was promoted from King Pill to Peak Deity Stage. Moreover, he was comparable to a Supreme. This was by no means a normal path for him.
This could also be seen from his old face and figure: from King Pill, the lifespan of a cultivator was more than five hundred years, and after reaching Deity Stage, the lifespan could be more than one thousand and five hundred years. According to this standard, Feng Yin was actually very young and should not look so old.
Obviously, this was one of the prices he had paid for one hundred and fifty years.
Thinking of this, Wang Lu's complex feelings were indescribable. The two identities of Ouyang Shang and Wang Lu continued to intertwine and flash.
"Then, Brother Wang, it just so happens that I have some matters to attend to, so I'll excuse myself first."
Seeing that Wang Lu was a little absent-minded, and considering that Feng Yin Daoist Master had come here in a low-key manner, he probably had some internal affairs of the sect to discuss with him. Hai Yunfan cleverly chose to leave in time.
As soon as Hai Yunfan left, Wang Lu regained his senses and put on a warm smile.
"Sect Master Martial Uncle, please come in and wait for me to serve you some tea."
As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, pushed open the door of his house, and welcomed Feng Yin in. Soon, he made Feng Yin the superior spirit tea that was sent by several middle-rank sect leaders.
Feng Yin took the tea, took a sip, and exclaimed, "This is really good tea."
"It's a gift from the owner of the Fragrant Tea Tower. Looks like they weren't bragging. They really did send something good."
Feng Yin put down the teacup and said with a smile, "Not bad, even the owner of the Fragrant Tea Tower wants to send you a gift."
Wang Lu said, "I can't ask for help empty-handed. The Fragrant Tea Tower intends to monopolize the supply of tea for the Grand Competition and sent tea to all the high-level members of the Organizing Committee. It's a pity that you refused the invitation of the Organizing Committee, otherwise, you would have gotten more tea than me. "
Feng Yin said, "Recently, your story has been spread everywhere in the Wanxian League …"
Wang Lu asked, "That legendary adventure of curing the world sold so well? Tsk, that guy Wang Wu earned a good sum of money! "
As he spoke, Wang Lu didn't waste time and directly began to deal with the official documents. In any case, Feng Yin Daoist Master didn't care about these red tape, but he was really busy.
However, Wang Lu originally intended to deal with the official documents while chatting with Feng Yin. However, when he was immersed in the documents, the room remained silent for a long time. Feng Yin Daoist Master actually didn't say a word.
It was not until Wang Lu had dealt with a heavy document in his hand, signed his opinion on the front page, and subconsciously prepared to ask Hai Yunfan to help him publish it that he found that his Uncle Sect Leader was quietly watching him at the table. He had been waiting for him for a long time.
"Uh, what's the matter with Uncle Sect Leader this time?"
Unexpectedly, Feng Yin didn't say a word and just quietly watched him. However, what was more frightening was that the focus of his eyes was obviously behind him …
"Uncle Sect Leader, do you need a new pair of glasses?"
"…"
Wang Lu simply moved ten feet to the side, but he found that Sect Leader Feng Yin was still motionless! If it weren't for his light and long breathing, he would be like a dead person.
"… Could it be that he's possessed by the devil while practicing? It's better to call my Master over and steal his golden seal while he's still stiff. Whether it succeeds or not, I can still watch a good show. "
As a result, when Wang Lu was about to contact his Master, he saw that Feng Yin had already woken up and sighed, "It's really similar."
"Really similar?"
Feng Yin looked at Wang Lu meaningfully and said, "The current you reminds me more and more of a friend who has passed away for many years."
Wang Lu asked with a smile, "First, is it a man or a woman?"
"Of course it's a man … The best man in Nine Regions." Feng Yin said, "Originally, my position should belong to him."
Upon hearing this, Wang Lu put down the document and writing brush in his hand, because Feng Yin Daoist Master had made it very clear that he was talking about Ouyang Shang.
It was very strange. About Ouyang Shang, except for Wang Wu, Wang Lu had never told anyone else, and he believed that Wang Wu would not easily reveal this secret, so how did Feng Yin Daoist Master know about it?
Was it because, as he gradually separated from his disciple status and walked to the front of the stage? Would the change in temperament really make people involuntarily think of Ouyang Shang?
Most likely not … In terms of temperament and character, the difference between Wang Lu and Ouyang Shang was quite big. Otherwise, no one in Spirit Sword Mountain could see that he was the reincarnation of Ouyang Shang for so many years.
Or could it be that his pair of Stellar Divine Eyes had improved and could already see through all the secrets in the world?
That should not be the case. After all, Feng Yin's Stellar Eyes was a acquired magical ability, which was the highest realm of insight into all things. He basically had no hope in his life. Cultivating the Stellar Divine Eyes was just to pave the way for Zhu Shiyao.
After thinking about it, Wang Lu could not figure out how Feng Yin Daoist Master saw through his identity. However, this problem was not important. What was important was what Feng Yin was going to do after knowing the truth.
"Over the years, I have been thinking about what would happen if it was not me, but that person who was in charge of Lingjian School. Every time I think about it, I can't help but feel ashamed. "
Hearing this, Wang Lu's heart was heavy. He wanted to speak out, but found that Feng Yin Daoist Master's eyes had become a bit blank, so he suddenly understood.
What he needed was not someone's explanation, but a quiet listener …
In the official history, at the last moment, Ouyang Shang perished together with Dixian, and his soul flew to the sky. Leaving behind the remnants of the golden generation, they returned to the sect to rebuild the sect. However, on the Spirit Sword Mountain, how could a group of King Pill Stage disciples support the brand of the Five Uniques of the Wanxian League?
Everyone in Heavenly Sword Hall had paid a great deal of effort and sacrifice for this — among the Elders of Heavenly Sword Hall, the top three were already white-haired and looked haggard. However, Liu Xian, Fang He, and the others at least had Feng Yin, their Big Brother, to shelter them from the wind and rain. Feng Yin, on the other hand, had to shoulder all the difficulties alone.
Thinking about it this way, it was not difficult to understand the depression and depression in the heart of the Leader of Lingjian School.
Thus, while dealing with the official documents again, Wang Lu quietly listened to the nagging of Feng Yin Daoist Master. It was just that, from the beginning to the end, he didn't say a word.
The purpose of Feng Yin's trip, Wang Lu could more or less guess it — for Feng Yin, if the Big Brother, whom he worshipped like a god, was still alive, he had no reason to continue to steal the position of Sect Leader, and naturally, he should abdicate.
However, for Wang Lu, this decision of Feng Yin, whether it was a whim or a deliberate decision, was absolutely unacceptable.
The reason was very simple. Because, according to the standard of the Sect Leader, he was far less suitable than Feng Yin.
It was true that in some management methods and intelligence, Wang Lu was more astute and flexible than Feng Yin. However, the supreme leader of a sect did not need brilliant means, but connections and prestige.
Today's Lingjian School was no longer the sect that struggled to be reborn from the ruins one hundred and fifty years ago. The Elders of Heavenly Sword Hall were already the tyrants of the Nine Regions. In the past one hundred and fifty years, the sect had made friends all over the world, established cooperation with many top rank sects, and became a truly indispensable pole in the Wanxian League.
And these cooperating sects recognized the name of the Sect Leader, Feng Yin, not Ouyang Shang, who should have died one hundred and fifty years ago, and not the young King Pill who had just emerged. Wang Lu rashly took over the position of Sect Leader, which would only make the Lingjian School a laughing stock in the eyes of countless people, and the accumulation of one hundred and fifty years would go down the drain.
Moreover, right now, Wang Lu did not have so much energy to take charge of a sect. His goal was never the golden seal of the Sect Leader of Lingjian School. After crossing the world, he had a more important goal.
Lingjian School had Feng Yin, Heavenly Sword Hall, Liu Li, and Zhu Shiyao, these rare geniuses. Its rising momentum had long been unstoppable, so whether there was Wang Lu or not, there was no essential difference. However, there were some things that only Wang Lu could do.
After no one knew how much time had passed, Wang Lu had finished dealing with the documents on the table. Therefore, he said to Feng Yin, "Uncle Sect Leader, although I haven't been cultivating for a long time, my knowledge can be regarded as extensive. In my opinion, there is no one in Lingjian School who is more suitable than you to be the Sect Leader. Uncle Sect Leader, please don't belittle yourself, and don't erase the hard work of you and the people around you in the past one hundred and fifty years. "
"At the same time, I also ask Uncle Sect Leader to be prepared to continue to struggle. It's still far from the time when you can unload the burden. You have supported Lingjian School from the edge of collapse to today, so you should know that any imaginary savior is not as realistic as having your feet on the ground. If you really think that there is a person in this world who can do better than you, then strive to be as good as that person. "
Being persuaded by Wang Lu in such an old-fashioned tone, Feng Yin was not annoyed, but just chuckled softly.
"You're right. I'm already so old, but I'm like a child who has some unrealistic dreams. Well, since even you, the lead disciple, said so, I will continue to struggle for the position of Sect Leader for a few more years. I just hope that when everything is over, that person … won't blame me. "
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