Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

Chapter 902 Something is wrong

Feng Lin found that this person was unmoved, so he took out his ID.

The man looked at the words and steel seal on it, then took out his mobile phone and walked into the distance.

After a while, he came over and said, "Someone will come to greet you right away."

"it is good."

Feng Lin and Xu Ruoying stood here and waited quietly.

The man in front of him went to the hillside in the distance and sat on the ground to rest.

"Their attitude is not very good."

Xu Ruoying said in a low voice.

"Essentially, these sects don't have a favorable opinion of the country."

Feng Lin didn't care either.

The second master said this before, the state restricted the expansion of these sects.

At the beginning, the Internet and communication were not so developed.

The sects all divide their forces to the outside world, and the popular understanding is to occupy the mountain and become the king.

But now, they can only stay in the ruins.

Go out to get money, but also sneaky, not as free as you used to.

After a while, a middle-aged man with a goatee came over with a smile.

He was wearing black casual clothes with a silver crescent pattern on the upper left of his jacket.

"Welcome, welcome. This Wang Yuan is the third elder of Yinyue Sect."

Wang Yuan came to Feng Lin with a smile.

"Hi, I'm Feng Lin, and this is my assistant."

Feng Lin pointed to Xu Ruoying and explained casually.

"Feng Lin, I've heard of your name before, so why come to our Silver Moon Sect?"

Wang Yuan spread his hands innocently, "Our Silver Moon Sect has done nothing wrong."

"You misunderstood. This time, I want to ask the suzerain a few questions."

Feng Lin asked with a smile, "Is it convenient for your suzerain now?"

"This is really inconvenient."

Wang Yuan shook his head lightly, "Our suzerain is currently on the verge of breaking through, so we can't disturb you."

"So, I didn't come at the right time?"

Feng Lin looked at Wang Yuan, not sure if this person was deliberately finding fault.

"If you don't mind, it's the same to ask me."

Wang Yuan said with a smile.

"I heard that in the Yinyue Sect, there is a person surnamed Song?" Feng Lin asked.

This kind of problem is not a secret, and there is no need to hide it.

"Song? Speaking of which, there is indeed this lineage, but..."

Wang Yuan suddenly smiled, "This line is the chef of our sect."

"Boss?" Feng Lin frowned.

"That's right, generations have helped our Silver Moon Sect cook, but the younger generation has already moved out."

Wang Yuan turned his head, "Now there is only one old master left here."

"Please take me there."

Feng Lin couldn't help being a little excited when he learned that there was no extinction.

At least there is some hope.

"Can I ask, what did he do?" Wang Yuan asked with a smile.

"We got news that the Song family of Yinyue Sect was involved, so we came here to ask." Feng Lin replied.

Of course, he couldn't tell the other party the specific information.

"follow me."

Wang Yuan turned around and led the way.

Feng Lin glanced at Xu Ruoying, and the two followed together.

They followed the creek and walked up to the high place.

On the mountainside, there are several buildings.

An old man with white hair was sitting by the stream, washing a black cauldron.

Seeing Wang Yuan approaching, the old man hurriedly stood up, "Third Elder."

"Song Bin, these two are people from the country. They want to ask you something, just answer it truthfully."

After Wang Yuan finished speaking, he went back and returned to his command.

Just a guy who cooks.

As long as Wang Yuan could remember, the Song family had been cooking for the sect.

So far, Song Bin has only been in the late stage of Ming Jin, and he can't even break through the Dark Jin.

What great things can such a person do?
"Hey, hello, what do you want me for?"

Seeing Wang Yuan leave, Song Bin sat by the stream again, cleaning the cauldron.

"Has your Song family always belonged to Yinyuezong?"

Feng Lin squatted beside Song Bin, and asked with a smile.

"That's right, my ancestors belonged to the Yinyue Sect. I grew up here and took over my father's team."

Song Bin nodded.

"What about your... offspring?" Feng Lin asked.

"Well, I'm ashamed to say that my son has been bullied by people from the sect since he was a child, so I let the child be his mother and take him out to live."

Song Bin shook his head gently, "The child's mother has been dead for more than ten years, and the son has already married and had children. I heard that the child is 20 years old."

"Aren't you going to let him take over your shift?"

Feng Lin sat beside the creek, looking at Song Bin with a smile.

"We haven't been in touch for 20 years, I know, he dislikes my identity."

Song Bin smiled wryly, "Which child would like to see that his father is a servant?"

Feng Lin felt that the exchange of pleasantries was almost over, and gradually asked about the topic, "About your lineage, has there ever been a master?"

"A master? Hmph! There is no master, but a villain."

Song Bin gets angry when he mentions this.

"Oh? How do you say that?" Feng Lin felt that he had gradually found the truth.

"I also heard from my father that when Yinyuezong was first established, our Song family was still one of the elders."

"But later, a member of the Song family stole the treasure of the sect, and our lineage was demoted as servants and could no longer practice. All this is thanks to him!"

Song Bin still remembered that when his father said this, he also gritted his teeth.

Feng Lin rubbed his chin in thought.

Could it be that that person is the senior in the coffin?
So his descendants must have a bad life.

"Then your family, do you have any secrets? Or family heirlooms?"

Feng Lin asked.

"What baby can I have?"

Song Bin put the cauldron on the bank with a smile, "I have a baby, I gave it to my son long ago, at least let him live a good life, and he won't hate me so much."

Feng Lin shook his head lightly. It seems that the senior didn't expect that so many years had passed.

"Then do you want to go out? Enjoy family happiness in the outside world."

Now that he's here, Feng Lin will do what he can to the end.

"No, the suzerain has rules. As long as you are an ancient warrior, you can't leave the sect. It is said that you are afraid of doing bad things outside and affecting the reputation of the sect."

Song Bin said with a smile.

If he could go out, he would have left with his wife back then.

He was still young at that time, relying on Ming Jin's strength, he could make a fortune by boxing.

If he is favored by a rich man, taking him as a bodyguard will not worry about eating and drinking.

But, how can there be so many good things in the world?

"Don't worry, I'll tell you."

Feng Lin glanced at Xu Ruoying and asked her to wait where she was.

He's just a bright cook, not to mention he's already so old.

They will definitely let people go.

Feeling the breath, Feng Lin appeared on the other side of the mountainside.

The previous Wang Yuan was here.

"Mr. Wang Yuan, the question is almost over. It seems that I have found the wrong person."

Feng Lin said with a smile, "I was chatting with old man Song just now. He said that he is old and wants to go out to have a peaceful night. Could you give me some face?"

"Sure, he's just a chef, not to mention it's not his turn to cook now, he's just washing the dishes."

Wang Yuan nodded.

"Thank you, there is no need to send it, we are leaving now."

Feng Lin bowed his hands to Wang Yuan, turned and left.

He returned to Song Bin, waved to him, "Follow me."

"Is it really possible?"

Song Bin's eyes widened excitedly, "I'm going to pack my things."

After speaking, he ran into the distant room.

After a while, Song Bin was carrying a burden.

"let's go……"

"stop!"

Just when Feng Lin was about to take Song Bin away, two people came from a distance.

One of them is Wang Yuan.

The other is a bald old man.

"Song Bin is a member of our Silver Moon Sect, so he can't leave!" the bald old man shouted coldly.

Feng Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)