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"Then you little fellows, change your surname to Qin." Qin Feng paused and said coldly with his back to everyone.

Zhang Shiping looked serious, and after a few breaths, he said word by word: "The ancestor of the Zhang family is always Zhang Shilong, his surname is not Qin."

All of a sudden, cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of the three Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Zhang family, holding their breath and not daring to make a sound.

Qin Feng suddenly raised his head, and laughed loudly, his voice was like thunder, and it spread throughout the entire Chongling Mountain, startling an unknown number of birds. After the laughter stopped, he said in a cold voice: "Now the little The world is no longer in the ancient times, and the family has a golden core, so if you really want to have a baby, don't hold it tightly."

Then he turned his head slightly, as if he wanted to continue to say something, but in the end he remembered something, and disappeared in the same place in a flash.

Zhang Shiping breathed a sigh of relief.

"Old Ancestor, is that really?" Zhang Hengren asked in a low voice, and Zhang Tianya and Zhang Tianwu who were standing beside him also showed strange expressions.

"There is no such thing as luck or misfortune, only people call themselves, you all remember, our surname is Zhang." Zhang Shiping glanced at the three of them, and said solemnly.

He didn't want his family to have anything to do with Qin Feng, not because he was selfish and reluctant to bear the title of the patriarch of the family, but because Qin Feng was too surly, and his cultivation was so advanced, he could see that he had nothing to do with him. There must be a lot of monks he has turned against. If the Zhang family gets involved with such people, it will be a disaster for the family at every turn.

The sect and the family have a big business, and they have too many worries, so what is said is that peace is the most important thing, and at least superficial work should be done well. But casual cultivators are different. Qin Feng acts alone, acts insolently, and the cultivators who have turned against him and survived are well-behaved cultivators, at least they are Nascent Soul cultivators. The small boat of the Zhang family can't withstand such a big storm.

In fact, if Qin Feng was like the ancestor of the Yan family, and had an extra ancestor of Yuanying to protect him, then Zhang Shiping would not mind his surname. But he understands that people like Qin Feng who give up their love and heart just treat everything in this world as a game to pass their lives. When the other party gets tired of playing the game, most of the rest are wreckage.

"You guys go down, don't talk about this matter with others. As for Qin Feng, if you can't control it, then leave it alone, let him go." Zhang Shiping said a little tiredly.

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In the Zhang Family Ancestral Hall.

In the bronze censer in the courtyard stood three sticks of incense as thick as an arm, and the smoke curled up and went straight to the blue sky. Qin Feng walked slowly, stepped over the threshold, and walked into the room. He looked up at the plaques of gods step by step in front of him.

At the beginning, the names at the front seemed a little strange to Qin Feng, and he didn't care which generation of descendants he was. He looked up, and when he saw the landscape painting hanging on the top, there was a smile on his face.

Qin Feng stretched out his hand to grab it, and the scroll flew up in the air, flying towards him unsteadily.

It's just that when it was about ten feet away, the scroll suddenly stopped, stopped in mid-air and made a loud noise, followed by a bright white light, like a scorching sun.

The mountain ink painting was more like coming to life. The figure who was originally sitting cross-legged on the top of the White Ape Mountain also stood up. He stretched his body, then nodded towards Qin Feng, stepped forward, and turned into a Liu Guang submerged into Qin Feng's body.

The light and shadow overlapped, and there was an indistinct scent of incense lingering around him. Qin Feng, who had his eyes closed, seemed to be enlightened.

It's just that with the passage of time, thin cracks appeared on his face, and then there were dense crackling sounds. For a while, Qin Feng was like a clay sculpture, with countless net patterns on his body, as if it would break if he touched it, and not only his external body appearance, but even his mana and spirit seemed to be All of a sudden, after thousands of years of wind and frost, it seems to be dead and silent at any time.

After more than ten breaths, the white light gradually dissipated.

But at this moment, Qin Feng was acting as if nothing had happened, not the same as before.

A little disappointed in his eyes, he flicked his hand casually, and the scroll flew back and hung on the top of the ancestral hall again.

Qin Feng didn't turn around and leave. His eyes fell on the few spiritual cards that he was very familiar with, and he looked at them quietly for a long time, and finally closed his eyes.

The few on the spirit card, Qin Feng watched them croak to the ground, grow up slowly from a babbling child, slowly age, and then die. After all, their talents are too bad, and they will be nothing but Foundation Establishment monks until they die. Now hundreds of years have passed, even their bones have been rotten, but he is still there, and his life energy is still abundant.

The setting sun is red and the sky is full of red clouds, and the shadows of trees in the mountains are dim.

The lanterns hanging high in the ancestral hall are shaking in the wind, and the pair of white candles are still burning fiercely, and the lights are flickering.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated quietly, without speaking for a long time.

In a blink of an eye, the dawn is approaching.

'Tatatatata...' A person walked in from outside the door.

"The taste of soul transformation is not good, it's just a dead person, why is it so?" Qin Feng said quietly.

"I told you you wouldn't understand." Zhang Shiping said with a pale face. The aura on his body fluctuated a little, the light in his eyes dimmed a little, and his soul seemed to have been severely injured.

"You are still too young, I wait for the monks to set foot on this road of longevity, we must learn to let go, let go to go further!" At this moment, Qin Feng is not as perverted as he was in the morning~lightnovelpub.net~It's like It's like a dun dun elder persuading the younger generation.

Zhang Shiping noticed that Qin Feng's aura seemed strange at the moment. He scanned the ancestral hall, and soon his eyes fell on the ink painting of the mountain. There was only White Ape Mountain in it, but there was one person missing on the mountain.

"You seem to be a different person now. It seems that it's all because of the painting you left behind?" Zhang Shiping walked slowly to Qin Feng's side and said with half-closed eyes.

"Hehe, since I'm back, it's easy. Everything in the world is like this. If you want to let it go, you have to pick it up first. The ink shadow I left when I left will change the Zhang family for six hundred years. You can see the prosperity and decline of the Zhang family. You are indeed the most outstanding person in the Zhang family for hundreds of years, but you are still a little bit decisive. You little fellows, if you think about it carefully, it will be very interesting. It's just that these are foreign things after all, and what I see from the sidelines is not enough to touch my heart, let me go one step further on the road of enlightenment and transformation of gods. The world is a feast of joy and departure, and you will understand in the future. This time Nanfadian, you Make good preparations and leave in eight months to fetch the bone-growing grass that grows in the depths of the Skeleton Ridge for the old man, otherwise the old man will have to refine all of you bloodline monks." Qin Feng smiled but not smiled. , Said in the tone of a person who has come here.

The centuries-old scent of incense in landscape paintings has finally affected him. Otherwise, with his temperament, how could he talk so much to Zhang Shiping?