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In the end, Chen Feng sent Xiao Lin back to Xiao's Manor, and he returned to the mortuary.

"Ok?"

As soon as he reached the door of the morgue, Chen Feng noticed an extremely cold breath coming from the door of the morgue.

However, without any fear, Chen Feng pushed open the door with his head held high, and stepped in.

In the morgue, a deep figure stood with his back facing the door.The boundless icy breath came from his body.

Seeing this figure from the back, Chen Feng felt a little bit embarrassed, and a feeling of incomparable kindness emerged spontaneously.

"Bold mortal, I am Cui Jue, the judge of the underworld. Why don't you kneel when you see this judge?" The deep figure turned around slowly, full of majesty.

As he said that, an invisible coercion suddenly enveloped Chen Feng.For a moment, like a gust of wind rising from the ground, the entire morgue suddenly became dark.

Chen Feng just stood there with a chuckle, his powerful Dao Xin glowed with an unyielding will, which made Chen Feng firmly resist this powerful coercion.

"Oh? Unexpectedly, there are still some skills." Cui Jue looked at Chen Feng with full admiration: "You sent the ghost messenger to report to the judge that there is an old friend from Qingyun Mountain who wants to meet me?"

As he said that, Cui Jue looked eagerly at Chen Feng and asked, "Where is the old man from Qingyun Mountain?"

Chen Feng still stood silent, but looked at Cui Jue carefully, as if he wanted to see through him.

"Hmph!" Seeing that Chen Feng ignored him, Cui Jue snorted angrily, "Boy, the judge asked you something, why didn't you answer?"

Finally, a loving smile appeared on Chen Feng's face, yes, it was a loving smile.

"Xiao Cui, you still have such a fiery temper!" Chen Feng chuckled lightly.

"Xiao Cui?" Cui Jue seemed to be touched to Ni Lin, the muscles on his face twitched, and he seemed to be on the verge of eruption: "Bold mortal, dare to call this judge like that, what should he do!"

As he said that, Cui Jue stared at Chen Feng fiercely with his big round eyes, and the cold air released from his body became more intense.

But Chen Feng saw a trace of sadness deep in Cui Jue's eyes.

"Little Cui, do you still remember the bowl of Buddha jumping over the wall in Cui's Village?" Chen Feng seemed to recall something, his eyes were full of disappointment.

"The Buddha jumping over the wall in Cuijiazhuang?" Cui Jue was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Chen Feng in shock, and remained silent for a long time, memories flashed in his heart.

"Uncle, I'm hungry!" Cui Jue, who was still very young at the time, was dressed in rags and looked pitifully at a middle-aged man in front of him.

"Uncle, this is called Buddha Jumping the Wall, it's really delicious."

"Uncle, are you really a fairy? I want to be a fairy too!"

"Master, please be respected by disciple Cui Jue!"

……

Cui Jue has never mentioned this matter to anyone, and the only one who knows about this matter in this world is his master—Dan Zu!

"Master...Master! Are you really a master?" Cui Jue's majesty had long since disappeared, and he looked at Chen Feng with tears in his eyes.

"Master, it's great that you're not dead..." Cui Jue was already sobbing, and knelt down at Chen Feng's feet, hugging Chen Feng and crying bitterly.

The majestic magistrate of the underworld actually knelt down at the feet of a mortal, crying like a child.

"Alas..." Chen Feng gently lifted Cui Jue, full of bitterness: "You still recognize me as a master, it is really gratifying to be a teacher. However, the strength of a teacher at this moment is no longer what it used to be, but there is nothing that can help you. It's yours."

Hearing what Chen Feng said, Cui Jue became anxious immediately, and hurriedly knelt down again: "Master, you are my disciple's reborn parents, and it is the greatest blessing from heaven for my disciple to see that you are not dead. How dare you ask for other things?" ?”

"Get up." In Chen Feng's words, there seemed to be an indescribable flavor, which was a kind of vicissitudes accumulated over thousands of years.

"The reunion of my master and apprentice here can be regarded as a blessing." Chen Feng said quietly: "I came to you this time, but I want to ask you for something as a teacher."

Cui Jue said hastily: "Master, please tell me, no matter what it is, this disciple will definitely bring it."

Chen Feng chuckled: "It's not something precious either. Do you still remember that when I accepted you as a master, I gave you a Juling ring as a gift?"

"Remember, remember." Cui Jue nodded repeatedly, and when his fingertips lit up, a silver-white ring appeared in his palm.

"The gift given by Master at the beginning is useless to me, but my disciple has been hiding by my side all these years, so don't dare to abandon it at will." Cui Jueman said solemnly, and his words contained infinite gratitude. Affection.

"Okay, although this gathering spirit ring is only the lowest low-grade magical weapon, it can draw spiritual energy. It is of great use to me at present, so I will take it back for the time being as a teacher." After speaking, Chen Feng gently put the silver ring on his middle finger.

In an instant, Chen Feng felt that the spiritual energy of the surrounding world boiled up, rushing towards him.

"Okay, with the effect of this spirit-gathering ring, it will be twice as effective in practicing as a teacher." Chen Feng seemed very happy, revealing a strong confidence all the time.

"Master, I don't think you have any magic weapon for protecting yourself. This Qiushui Lingjian was used by Master to let me practice when I started, and it is just suitable for you to use at this time." It was an extra green long sword.

"Forget it, I'll accept it as a teacher." Naturally, Chen Feng is not the kind of person who wants to save face. Although the quality of the Qiushui Sword is very low, only the level of a high-grade magic weapon, it is indeed the most suitable magic weapon for him at the moment.

After receiving the Qiushui sword, a drop of blood shot out from Chen Feng's fingertips and merged into the body of the Qiushui sword.Immediately, a feeling of blood connection came from Qiushui sword.

With a thought, Qiu Shuijian quickly merged into his body.With another move, the Autumn Water Sword slowly protruded from Chen Feng's palm like mushrooms after a spring rain.

One of the characteristics of the magic weapon is that it can be cultivated into the body, and it can be retracted and released as soon as the mind moves.

"Master, since you failed to cross the tribulation, the senior brother and the second senior brother miss you very much, should I inform them to come to see you in the secular world?" Cui Jue asked.

"No need." Chen Feng flatly refused: "You two senior brothers are busy with affairs, so you don't need to tell them about me."

Cui Jue nodded: "That's right, since you failed to cross the tribulation, Master, the mysterious force in the cultivation world has become more and more dynamic, and the two senior brothers are busy dealing with it." Dignified: "However, it seems that the situation on the side of the senior brother is not very good."

Chen Feng nodded: "That's it, let's not let them know the news of being a teacher, so as not to distract them and give them an opportunity to be taken advantage of by the enemy."

"Then...do you want me to make some pills to improve my cultivation..."

Cui Jue was about to ask, but was immediately denied by Chen Feng: "How can you rely on others again and again on the road to cultivation? Today, it is enough for the teacher to get back the Gathering Spirit Ring and the Autumn Water Sword. Others, the teacher will get it by himself." With that said, Chen Feng's face rose with a strong sense of self-confidence.

"The apprentice has been taught." Cui Jueman bowed his head solemnly and said.

"Today, you go back." Chen Feng said to Cui Jue: "Being a teacher, don't say anything."

"Yes, Master!" Cui Jue replied respectfully, and then, his body turned into a cloud of wind, and burrowed into the depths of the ground with a whistling sound.

Looking at the mortuary that had regained its tranquility, Chen Feng sat cross-legged without wasting any time.The gathering spirit ring on the middle finger of the right hand emits a faint white light, quickly attracting the surrounding aura...

ps: The mysterious rivers and lakes and the even more mysterious world of self-cultivation are gradually unveiling their veils, and the following stories are still exciting and exciting, so stay tuned.