The Dragon from Hell

Facing the two old friends of his master, Qin Feng had nothing to hide: "You two seniors should also know that the reorganization of Panlong Hall is not as simple as it seems. Although I have the Panlong Order in my hand, there are still people like Han Nanxing who are eyeing it covetously."

"Not only are there internal troubles, but there are also external troubles."

"The enemy is in the dark and I am in the light. If I show my strength too early, it means that I will be pushed under the gun too early. Not only will it bring danger to myself and the people around me, but it will also fail the master's original instructions."

"So for me, the battle of Fengqi Mountain was downplayed. Not only will I not feel wronged, but the better it is for me. It would be best if all the participants could forget the battle that day."

Qin Feng told the truth.

His foundation is not stable now. The Panlong Order can command tens of thousands of disciples, but it is still unknown how many of these tens of thousands of disciples have changed.

If he is pushed directly in front of everyone by this battle now, in addition to the temporary glory, there will be more long-term troubles.

What's more, Qin Feng himself is not a person who likes to show off: "Even if I hadn't agreed to the master's instructions and couldn't live up to his expectations, I would have hoped to find a job steadily and spend the rest of my life with the people I love and my family."

"Safety and success are my greatest expectations."

Chu Huaijiang was stunned when he heard this, and then he laughed: "Your thoughts now are exactly the same as when I was young."

"At that time, I also thought that if I could retire to the mountains, have meat to eat, wine to drink, children and grandchildren, and live a simple life, I would have no regrets in this life."

"But it's a pity..."

As he spoke, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.

Dong Wanglou, who was drinking tea next to him, didn't respond.

Qin Feng understood what they were thinking.

Both of them came out of the bloody storm, one was the first generation of the Heng Palace, and the other was the first generation of the Wushen Palace.

One of them fought against foreign enemies, and the other was the internal peace. They both fought their way out of the mountains and seas of fire and gained status and honor.

But if you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight.

They have come this far, and they are no longer living for themselves, but for their subordinates and the people of Longguo.

They want to retire, but reality does not allow it.

Qin Feng can feel their helplessness and fatigue, but he can also sense their fighting spirit that has not been extinguished.

However, after a moment of melancholy, both of them came back to their senses and returned to their previous indifference.

"Qin Feng, we understand your idea, but unfortunately, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop."

"Now that you are in this position, you must continue on this path."

"After all, you are not the same as you were back then. You and I know how many people are eyeing you now."

"Once you want to relax, thousands of sharp arrows will be shot at you immediately, so you can't stop, you must move forward and become stronger."

"You have to make your realm higher and higher, your identity more and more unshakable, and your power more and more, so that you can trample all those who are spying on you from behind."

"You have to make them afraid, make them afraid, and make them surrender, so that you can protect yourself and the people around you."

Chu Huaijiang patted Qin Feng's shoulder and said in the tone of an experienced person: "This is it, people in the rivers and lakes, they can't help themselves."

As he said that, his eyes changed when he looked at Qin Feng.

Before, he was more like a martial arts senior appreciating and supporting the younger generation.

But now, his eyes are much kinder, including Dong Wanglou.

The way they looked at Qin Feng was like two grandfathers looking at their own grandson, full of love and affection.

Chu Huaijiang even sighed: "If he could see you become what you are now, he would be very happy."

Dong Wanglou smiled: "Yes, this kid is better than he was back then. He... Alas, he is still too extreme."

Qin Feng was stunned by what they said, and subconsciously thought that the "he" they were talking about was the master.

But it was strange, why did they sound as if the master was no longer alive?

Obviously, the old man was still staying in the Nether Prison, and it was arranged by Chu Huaijiang himself, wasn't it?

But he didn't ask more questions, just thinking it was the two seniors' unwarranted sigh: "Thank you two seniors, Qin Feng has learned a lot."

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this."

Chu Huaijiang withdrew his hand, and at the same time put away his previous gaze, and smiled: "Today I asked you to come here, just to let you accompany us two old guys to have a good drink."

"In the past, Hengdian, Wushendian, and Panlongdian were known as the three major temples of Dragon Country.""One is responsible for maintaining domestic stability, one is responsible for resisting foreign aggression, and one is responsible for shocking martial arts."

"I thought that one of the three great temples had fallen, and there would be no chance for reunion. I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to hear about the reorganization of Panlong Temple now, which is also a great joy."

"Let's have a good drink today. The next time we meet may be half a year later."

Qin Feng was a little curious: "Is the senior leaving?"

He looked at Dong Wanglou by the way: "Old Dong is also leaving?"

In theory, both of them have retired to the second line. At such an old age, they should have enjoyed a peaceful life.

Dong Wanglou stroked his beard and said helplessly: "Although Gaoqiao Chuanhe died this time, his Sakura God Society has eroded the interior of Dragon Country a lot. Didn't you see that even the Martial Arts Association has many spineless people who are betraying the country?"

"It seems that my old bones can't be idle. I have to go back to see those kids."

It seems that Old Dong should go back to deal with the infiltration of Heng Temple.

"I'm going back to Longdu too."

He smiled and shook his head: "My position is not so easy to do. A silkworm will not stop spinning silk until it dies. How can some people let me rest unless they squeeze out the last drop of my value?"

"Even if I take off the hat of the master of the Martial God Hall, as long as I still have this skill, they will not be at ease wherever I go."

"Only when I stay under their noses can they sleep well..."

Qin Feng can understand this. After all, Old Chu holds the Martial God Hall in his hands. Even if he has handed over the military power, his prestige as the first generation of Martial God is enough to mobilize the Martial God Hall at any time.

It is reasonable that some people above are not at ease with him.

"Xiaofeng, grow up quickly." Old Dong finally looked at Qin Feng and said: "We old guys are already half buried in the earth. Longguo needs fresh blood, and the world stage also needs new people to appear."

The three of them drank and chatted until late at night.

Before leaving, Chu Huaijiang seemed to be drunk. He put his arm around Qin Feng's shoulders and muttered, "Xiaofeng, I'll be waiting for you in Longdu. Also, if you have a chance, go to Jingxing Mountain in Shencheng to see him..."