The old madman hung up the phone very quickly, giving Luo Feng no chance to react.

But Luo Feng's hands were trembling. As expected, he had to rely on his master to support the scene at the critical moment.

Taking a long breath of relief, Luo Feng suddenly felt that his whole body relaxed a lot, and a strong sense of fatigue swept through his body.

Without thinking much, Luo Feng paid the bill and planned to go home and take a shower.

But at this moment, another call came. Luo Feng looked at the phone number in front of him and thought a lot, but he did not think of one possibility.

When Luo Feng hurriedly took a taxi back to the Department Store, the entire hall was crowded with people. Zhuge Yuxuan saw Luo Feng coming, and before he could step forward to speak, Luo Feng excitedly pushed through the crowd and rushed in.

All he saw was a tortured, inhuman corpse lying on the ground, but Luo Feng recognized him anyway.

Li Cheng!

Li Cheng is dead.

"When was it discovered?" Luo Feng gasped and asked the people around him.

No one answered, which can also be understood as no one cares about the life or death of a traitor.

"If you die, you die. If you die just right, it is retribution. If it weren't for him, how could we have so many deaths?"

"Bah!" someone spat.

Luo Feng couldn't say much, and he couldn't say he was sad. After all, he and Li Cheng had only met a few times, but he still felt a little uncomfortable. Ignoring everyone's cynicism, Luo Feng took off his clothes and covered Li Cheng's head.

"Brother Li Cheng, if you hadn't risked your life to deliver the news for us, maybe you could have lived a few more days. Although Li Qingshan and I still failed in the end," Luo Feng sighed, "Don't worry, kill

As a member of your family, I will seek justice for you."

The first person Zhang Fan notified of Li Cheng's death was Li Qingshan. After all, Li Qingshan and Li Cheng had a close relationship.

Li Qingshan was in Longhu Mountain. When he heard the news, he was silent for a long time. After a long time, he said, "Brother Li Cheng's body should not be disposed of for the time being. Wait until I come back."

Zhang Fan hummed, and then asked, "How about the Heavenly Master?"

"I have no clue," Li Qingshan's voice sounded very tired, and he sighed, "There hasn't been any good news recently. I really doubt that you are the broomstick."

"Broom star?" Luo Feng said with a smile, "Originally I wanted to tell you some good news, but now that you say this, I suddenly have no interest in telling you."

"What good news?"

"My master suddenly agreed to leave the mountain again for some unknown reason."

Li Qingshan was obviously stunned, and finally he breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "That's really great. With the old crazy senior here, at least the situation won't be so chaotic."

"This news will be kept secret for now. My master doesn't want to cause any alarm."

After hanging up the phone, Luo Feng wanted to arrange for Li Cheng's body to be put in the charnel house, but no one came to help.

Luo Feng had no choice or qualification to say anything. After all, many people here had their families die because of Li Cheng's selfishness.

Not caring about anyone, Luo Feng carried Li Cheng's body to the charnel house, and finally returned home with his tired body.

I took a shower, changed into clean clothes, lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Luo Feng performed Bajiquan eighteen times in the yard, and then went out and ran for more than ten kilometers.

Standing on the beach and watching the sun rise slowly from the horizon, Luo Feng stretched, wondering what he was thinking.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Luo Feng arrived at the long-distance station in the imperial capital. From a distance, he saw a thin, stooped old man at the exit, looking left and right with his hands behind his back.

Luo Feng hurried forward to greet him and shouted, "Master, you are finally here. Hurry up and leave. Uncle Fei Cheng and Aunt Yunlan are already taking care of you."

"No one knows I'm coming to the imperial capital, right?" the old madman asked.

Luo Feng nodded, "Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone except Li Qingshan from Longhu Mountain. I know you keep a low profile and don't want to be disturbed."

After getting in the car, Luo Feng asked the old madman about the Black Wind Disaster.

"Master, why didn't Heavenly Master kill that Qi Chunqiu directly back then, so that he has escaped now?"

"Qi Chunqiu?" The old madman sneered, "You have to ask the Heavenly Master about this."

"The Heavenly Master is gone, how can I ask?"

The old madman didn't seem to be worried about anything happening to the old Heavenly Master, but was silent for a few seconds before he said, "Of course it's because of Zhang Daoling, the Taoist ancestor of Longhu Mountain."

"Because...the technique?"

"Yes," the old madman nodded, "this technique was accidentally stolen by someone and wandered outside. It has not been found yet."

Luo Feng reacted quickly and already understood what his master meant, "Does this Qin Chunqiu know?"

"It's not just Qi Chunqiu who knows about it. There were thirteen people including Qi Chunqiu back then. They all had seen the Taoist Patriarch of Longhu Mountain's non-transmission skills."

"So all these years, the Heavenly Master didn't kill Qi Chunqiu just to pry out Longhu Mountain's most powerful technique from him?"

"You can also understand that you don't want to spread this Dao Ling's technique anymore. Master Tian would rather that this technique is completely lost than to cause another bloody storm."

"What about the other twelve?"

"They're all dead," the old madman said simply.

Luo Feng nodded and asked again, "Master, is this technique really that powerful? Is it even more powerful than Tianshidu?"

"You brat, what do you know? Do you know that the Tianshi Crossing in Longhu Mountain, the Golden Light Spell, the Qimen Dunjia, and the Yin-Yang Breathing Technique are all derived from that technique?"

Luo Feng was startled, "No wonder those people risked their lives to grab it. If they really get this skill, wouldn't they be another Zhang Daoling?"

You know, people like the old Heavenly Master and the old madman are the ceiling of Chinese martial arts. But Zhang Daoling is a god-like existence. His reputation is not only famous in China for hundreds of generations, but even in the integrated world, he is also the famous first Taoist ancestor.

When Luo Feng looked up Zhang Daoling's past, he could be said to be a legend of his generation, and it is still an unbreakable myth.

This man was extremely intelligent since he was a child. He read the Tao Te Ching at the age of seven and had a photographic memory of it. When he was a scholar at Taixue University, he knew everything about the Five Classics, astronomy, geography, and Heluo prophecies. Later, Zhang Daoling felt that reading was boring.

He gave up the Confucian way and embarked on the path of immortality.

It was in that year that the prototype of Longhu Mountain began to take shape, and the myth of the first ancestor has been spread throughout the ages.

Luo Feng sighed, "This is called a true genius. It's scary to be the first person in that era."

But when thinking of the legend of Zhang Daoling, Luo Feng couldn't help but think of one person's face, that is Li Qingshan. This girl seems to be quite impressive in terms of setting, but I don't know how she compares to Zhang Daoling when he was young.

"Bad boy," at this moment the old madman suddenly opened his eyes.

"What's wrong, Master? Are you motion sick?"

"I won't go to Er Yatou's house now, I want to go somewhere."

"Where?"
Chapter completed!