Under One Person: I am alone, reviving the Tang Sect

Chapter 150 Memory Instrument
Early morning on the return journey.

Everyone who released their nature and had a great time were now exhausted and reluctant to leave.

The Yiren sounds like a very mysterious and high-end special organization. Ordinary people would be attracted to it just by hearing about it.

But in reality, life is an almost unchanging practice.

The key is not to be anxious. Once your mentality is not calm, your strength will stagnate. If you choose to be lazy at this time, your strength will even regress.

The price of showing off one’s prowess in front of others is decades of hard practice off the stage.

The return trip means that they have to go back to this kind of life again.

So even though I was sore from playing, I was reluctant to leave these "wild mountains and wilderness" of Liupanshui.

This was the first time that Tang Wenlong had hosted such a successful event. He was so happy that he had long forgotten that Tao Tao had called him an idiot before the event started.

After all, in previous activities, whenever he organized one, only a few people came and went, and they usually dispersed after they finished eating.

"Brother, be sure to contact me when you go out to play, this is our phone number!"

Yuan'er patted Ma Xianhong's shoulder vigorously, and then handed him a piece of paper. In addition to his phone number, there were also Tang Feng, Tang Wenlong and others' phone numbers, and even Feng Qin's. They all wrote them down on their own initiative.

There is no respect for personal information at all.

Feng Qin felt quite helpless. Did Ma Xianhong have a mobile phone at that time?

The next second, he was slapped in the face. Ma Xianhong took out his mobile phone, entered the numbers one by one, and handed his mobile phone number to everyone.

"How do you...charge it?"

Feng Qin finally couldn't help asking this question.

"I have created a magical instrument that can convert Qi into electricity. After a while, I will generate electricity from the water in the stream, and the village will have electricity."

"..."

Feng Qin reluctantly accepted this statement and listened to them say goodbye one by one and pack their luggage to leave. Then he walked up to Ma Xianhong and asked in as indifferent a tone as possible:
"What do you think? Do you need me to report it? I'll tell you where you are."

"No need for that. I still know everything and have no good feelings about it."

You have no good feelings towards any force.

Feng Qin knew this, so he did not lead him to become the enemy of Yaoxing Society.

No matter the power of Shuangquan Hands or the dream he has at the moment, it is impossible to escape the clutches of Yaoxing Society.

A tough attitude will only backfire.

Ma Xianhong looked at the Tang Sect packing up and preparing to leave, his mouth slightly raised, revealing the most relaxed look in the past few days, and said softly:

"But I like you Tang Sect very much, so no matter what, I don't want to be your enemy, and I won't let you down."

From you of Feng Qin, to you of Tang Clan.

Just as Feng Qin said before, a person's weight cannot be equal to that of the president.

Only by expanding oneself into the entire Tang Sect will this amount be sufficient to qualify.

"Especially you, my good brother. Even though we haven't known each other for long, I feel like we are a family. If I didn't know that you are a disciple of the Tang Sect, I would have suspected that you are also the successor of the Eight Wonders."

"Hehe, our Tang Sect's skills are no worse than your Eight Wonders."

But I will still miss your magic.

One of the purposes of getting close to Ma Xianhong is to refine his divine machine.

It’s just that Feng Qin never showed it from beginning to end.

Because Ma Xianhong is a very smart person. The less you care, the more he will give.

On the contrary, if you care, he should think about whether your previous actions were designed for this move.

Ma Xianhong laughed and did not refute. He just watched everyone pack their luggage quietly.

"Aqin, let's go."

Yuan'er shouted, waving her hand and asking Feng Qin to hurry up and follow. "Xianhong, let's go!"

Tang Feng and others also waved goodbye to Ma Xianhong. Tao Tao and others were not so exaggerated and just waved along.

Feng Qin thought to himself, why hasn't Ma Xianhong made any move yet?

Could it be that these few days were not enough for him to let go of his worries?

But at this time, if you still find reasons to force them to stay, it would definitely be inappropriate. Not only would it seem awkward, but it would also easily ruin the previous preparations.

Feng Qin thought about it and didn't stay for too long. He just trotted towards everyone without looking back.

"and many more."

After the two of them were five meters apart, Ma Xianhong finally spoke.

As Feng Qin turned around, he threw a swallowing sac over.

"This is……"

Give the Divine Machine a Hundred Refinements at this time?

"This is my proof that I am me. Next time we meet, as long as you wear the magic weapon inside on your finger, no matter what I become, I will become Ma Xianhong again."

Ma Xianhong raised his hand and showed a ring that was exactly the same as the one in the devouring sac.

"This is a memory ring. It contains our current memories, as well as some of my personal doubts. No matter how my brain is touched, as long as you get close, these memories will return to my mind."

"..."

It turned out not to be.

But the Divine Machine...can indeed compete with the Double Complete Hands.

Feng Qin's heartbeat quickened slightly. The value of Ma Xianhong's skills was too high. Putting aside the confusing [Origin of Qi Body], the most powerful of the Eight Wonders was undoubtedly the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements.

Of course, this is also because the first thing you come into contact with now is the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements.

"Then I will wait for your good news. Remember, when you are alone and helpless, don't forget the Tang Sect. As long as you come, even the gods can't take you away."

Ma Xianhong chuckled, then tapped his forehead, smiling domineeringly, "If my brain was really moved, I would kill the gods."

"That's tough enough. Let's go. See you next time."

See you next time, you'll still be you.

Feng Qin was sure that it was definitely him, because the president of Yaoxing Society had no intention of turning him into his personal property.

Otherwise, how could he have maintained such strong personal emotions in 2015?

Of course, it is also possible that the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements requires such strong personal emotions to be able to create such a heaven-defying magical tool as the Self-cultivation Furnace.

No matter what the reason, Ma Xianhong will not be defeated easily.

All this was just the first mine that Feng Qin planted for Yaoxing Society, and it was also the most important step in his subsequent involvement in the Jiashen Rebellion.

Seeing Feng Qin leave so easily, he counted the magic weapons on his body and smiled bitterly:
"How many people approach me just to steal one or two magical instruments? The Divine Machine Hundred Refinements is coveted by countless people, but you are so different..."

"I've given you everything, and you still don't steal one. You're really... a good brother."

After waking up, he looked at the intact magic weapon and did not question Feng Qin's original intention.

He had not revealed the devouring sac because he did not know whether he should cause Feng Qin so much trouble.

Giving out the devouring sac meant that if anything happened to him in the future, the other party would be in danger. If his sister knew about it, it was more likely that the other party would suffer before he did.

So he was hesitating, very hesitant.

Until he saw everyone in the Tang Sect, and Feng Qin's popularity, people would lend a hand whenever he opened his mouth.

He finally figured it out.

Since we are good brothers, what’s wrong with a little trouble?

(End of this chapter)