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When Shi Feng saw the young man, his eyes suddenly lit up, just like a drowning man grabbing a piece of wood.

He released the secret token, pulled the boatman and strode over, sat down next to the young man, and turned around and asked, "Boss, how much are the wontons?"

The old man replied, "Sir, wontons are two cents for ten."

"Oh, okay, give me thirty." Shi Feng counted out six copper coins and put them on the chopping board.

"Okay!" The old man quickly agreed and took the copper coins. He skillfully counted out thirty wontons and put them into the boiling water pot.

The young man was slightly surprised to see two people sitting next to him.

He raised his head and looked carefully, and his eyebrows suddenly raised, "You, you are Fellow Daoist Shi?"

Shi Feng smiled and clasped his fists, "It's me. I didn't expect to meet Brother Mo here. What a coincidence."

The young man was none other than Mo Tie, a disciple of the Mo Sect.

Mo Tie was also very happy to see his old friend, "Brother Shi, it has been eighty or ninety years since we last met in Shu. Back then, Brother Shi had not yet formed the golden elixir, but now he is already in the middle stage of the golden elixir. He has made rapid progress."

"Brother Mo, thank you for your praise. I just happened to be lucky."

Mo Tie waved his hand, "Brother Shi, don't be modest. I knew that you are not an ordinary person. As expected, I heard that not long ago, Brother Shi broke the Spirit Demon Heavenly Cauldron Formation and shocked the Yan State."

Back then in Qingdi Valley and Shuyue Villa, Shi Feng and Mo Tie had joined forces to resist the enemy and went through hardships together. They were also friends. After saying goodbye to each other, they talked happily.

In the tortoise bones, the white fox said happily, "Tie Zhan stopped outside. The Mo family is worthy of being the leader of the chivalrous sect. Even Tie Zhan dared not kill people in front of the Mo family disciples."

Shi Feng breathed a sigh of relief, "I didn't expect to meet Mo Tie here. I must hug such a thick thigh."

Long Er curled his lips, "You are the best at hugging thighs, but you always liked to hug women's thighs before, this time it's a man..."

After eating the wontons, Shi Feng was thinking about how to speak, and shamelessly asked Mo Tie to accompany him back to Hulumen.

Mo Tie asked first, "Brother Shi, do you have any plans tonight?"

Shi Feng was slightly startled, and hurriedly said, "No. If Brother Mo has any instructions, just let me know."

"That's great! My fourth brother and I have some business tonight, and we want to invite some fellow practitioners to be witnesses. If Brother Shi has nothing to do, can you condescend to be a witness?"

"Brother Mo, is the fourth brother you are talking about Mo Li Mo Daoyou, one of the four great young masters of Qinzhong?"

Mo Tie nodded, "The fourth brother is Mo Li, but he doesn't like others to call him a young master. We are all ordinary people wearing straw sandals, how can we be called young masters."

Shi Feng was overjoyed. Mo Li hated evil and was a hero known to the world. If he were here, Tie Zhan would never dare to take action.

"I have long heard of Daoist Fellow Mo Li. It would be a great honor to meet him today!"

Mo Tie was very happy, "Then shall we leave after we finish eating?"

"Very good!"

At this time, the wontons were cooked. The old shopkeeper brought a large bowl up. Shi Feng took another small bowl and scooped out four or five to eat slowly, leaving the rest of the large bowl to the boatman.

In a moment, he and Mo Li finished eating. Shi Feng patted the boatman on the shoulder, "Boatman, you eat slowly. We have something to leave first."

The boatman hurriedly got up, "Thanks to the guest for this meal, I am very grateful."

Shi Feng smiled, "What's there to thank for a few wontons? I should thank you for bringing me here. I have something here, please accept it." As he said that, he raised his hand and threw a small cloth bag on the table.

The boatman gently opened it, and there were two silver ingots inside, heavy, each weighing five or six taels.

The boatman was so surprised that he cried out, "Ah!" He had never seen so much money in his life, "Sir..."

When he looked up, he saw Shi Feng pulling Mo Tie away.

The two walked through the alley and headed west.

Out of the town, there was Sikong Mountain, with continuous mountains and faint roars of tigers and wolves.

Ordinary people would never dare to approach such a place at night, but for two cultivators, it was as easy as walking on flat ground.

After entering the forest, Mo Tie flew the flying boat and flew to the highest peak, followed by Shi Feng.

Tie Zhan still followed behind. He was worthy of being the Yuanying demon ancestor. Even Mo Tie could not find his trace. Only the ancient divine thoughts of the white fox could faintly track his breath.

However, Tie Zhan was afraid of the name of the Mo Sect and did not dare to take action.

Under a crescent moon, the two cultivators rode the wind.

When they flew to the highest point of the mountain, Mo Tie landed on a protruding rock, with a gray mist in front of him.

He took out a token and chanted two spells, and the gray fog immediately made way for a passage.

"Fellow Daoist Shi, we're here!"

Mo Li went through the gray fog first, and after walking only three miles, a large temple appeared in front of him, with a plaque hanging at the door, "Lingshan Temple"

So Lingshan Temple is here, Shi Feng said in his heart!

He had heard that there was a Lingshan Temple in Jiangnan, but Buddhist disciples rarely walked outside, so he didn't know where it was located. It turned out to be on Sikong Mountain.

Mo Tie walked to the temple gate, and an old monk with a white beard came out after hearing the news, "Mr. Tie is here."

Mo Tie returned the greeting, "Master Xuan Jing, hello, this is Fellow Daoist Shi Feng, the witness I invited."

The old monk with a white beard folded his hands and said, "Very good, very good. Donor Shi has a deep aura, and you can tell at a glance that he is not an ordinary person."

Shi Feng saw that the old monk was already at the peak of the late Wuxiang period and was about to become a Bodhi Patriarch, so he didn't dare to neglect him, "I have long heard of the reputation of Master Xuan Jing, the abbot of Lingshan Temple. Shi Feng is polite."

"Donor Shi is very polite. Please come with this poor monk."

Monk Xuanjing led the way, leading the two of them through the hall to a side hall in the backyard.

The door of the side hall was open, and from a distance, it was brightly lit, and three people were sitting faintly.

Before Mo Tie and others entered the main hall, they heard someone inside say, "Old Thirteen, you are late again."

Shi Feng's eyes suddenly fell on the speaker. He was a young man in his thirties. He was quite handsome, but his expression was cold and his eyes were as sharp as a knife, which made people dare not look directly at him. Behind him was a long and narrow man. wooden box.

Mo Tie smiled and said, "Fourth brother, I came just in time, it's just that you arrived earlier. Come, let me introduce you to Tai Chi..."

The young man suddenly stretched out his hand and said, "Don't tell me yet, let me guess."

Mo Tie said, "Okay."

The young man stared at Shi Feng and looked him up and down, "Are you fellow Taoist Shi Feng?"

Shi Feng cupped his fists and bowed, "I didn't expect that my humble name could be remembered by the world-famous Master Mo Limo. I'm really honored."

Mo Li said calmly, "I, Mo Li, cannot be called a young master, nor can I be said to be world-famous."

Shi Feng looked at the other party. He was dressed in linen clothes and straw sandals, also dressed as a coolie.

Shi Feng smiled, "It's okay if you don't want to be a young master, but your name scares many people to sleep and eat uneasily. That's absolutely true, and I cannot help but be humble to you, fellow Taoist Mo."

Mo Li stared at Shi Feng and suddenly smiled. His smile was like an iceberg melting, "You are the witness invited by Thirteenth Brother?"

"It was indeed Brother Mo Tie who invited me here, but I have no reputation. I wonder if I can be worthy of being a witness..."

Mo Li interrupted, "Fellow Daoist Shi is majestic and has clear eyes. It can be seen that you are a real man with an open mind. You can defeat the spirit demon Tianding Formation, so you are naturally qualified to be this witness. Please sit down." He stretched out his hand to the opposite side. Give in.

Shi Feng could already see that there were two people sitting on the opposite seat.

Shi Feng actually knew both of these two people. Among them, the one on the left with a face like a crown jade and swinging a folding fan was Su Mengzhu, the seventh elder of the Nine Talisman Sect.

Sitting next to Mr. Su is a monk with yellowish beard. He is Master Doluo.