Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

In order to be able to locate the person accurately, Song Changsheng had made careful inquiries before coming. Because of the obvious features, he confirmed the other party's identity at the first sight.

Just as he expected, Feng Xiao could not have come alone to such an important trade fair. If his guess was correct, the old man with the gait of a dragon and a tiger beside him should be Feng Wujin, the current Pavilion Master of Ziyun Pavilion, Feng Xiao's grandfather and the only remaining late Purple Mansion cultivator in Ziyun Pavilion.

The man who was secretly spying on Song Changsheng at the beginning was definitely more powerful than him, and Feng Wujin just met this requirement.

"Could it really be Ziyun Pavilion?" Song Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly. As far as the clues he had at present were concerned, almost all of them pointed to them, but the more so, the more he dared not jump to conclusions.

"We still need to conduct some further tests."

Thinking of this, Song Changsheng stood up, opened the door and walked out.

"Senior, what are your orders?"

The servant at the door came over immediately.

"I don't need you for the time being." After replying casually, Song Changsheng walked downstairs and pretended to approach the position of Feng Wujin and his grandson casually.

The moment he appeared, he clearly noticed some subtle changes in Feng Wuji's eyes. Although it was hidden very well, the murderous intent that was subconsciously revealed was still keenly captured by him.

Now Song Changsheng was completely certain that Feng Wujin definitely knew him. It must be that he left some traces at the scene that were not cleaned up, and they discovered some clues.

But none of this matters. As long as the goal is determined, things will be much easier afterwards.

He pretended not to know Feng Wujin and the other man, walked around in front of them, and then walked back to the box on the second floor.

When he went upstairs, Feng Wujin could no longer hide the murderous intent in his eyes. His hawk-like eyes stared at Song Changsheng's back. If his gaze could become reality, Song Changsheng would have died at least tens of thousands of times.

When Song Changsheng disappeared, he slowly retracted the murderous intent in his eyes, turned his head to look at Feng Xiao, and found that he was teasing a passing maid, which immediately made him furious. He snorted coldly and said angrily: "What are you doing? Why don't you get over here?"

Hearing his old man's roar, Feng Xiao touched the maid's white and tender hand, then walked over with a reluctant look on his face.

"I was just talking to a little girl, why are you so angry?" Feng Xiao yawned and looked nonchalant. To him, teasing a maid was nothing.

Holding back the anger in his heart, Feng Wujin said coldly: "Did you see the man in the green shirt just now?"

"The one wearing a green shirt? Who is wearing a green shirt?" Feng Xiao looked confused.

Although Song Changsheng had just walked around in front of him, his attention was on the young and beautiful female cultivators in the pavilion. How could he care about someone who "passed by" him?
Seeing Feng Wujin's bad look, Feng Xiao laughed twice and pretended to be enlightened: "That pretty boy, I remember now, I remember now, how did he make you unhappy?"

His excuses were no match for Feng Wujin. Seeing his sunken eyes and unsteady steps, he was furious and said angrily, "Look at how you look now. You don't look like a foundation-building cultivator at all. Sooner or later, you will die in a woman's belly!"

Feng Xiao was scolded so hard that he dared not look up, but he was full of disapproval in his heart. He had never heard of any foundation-building cultivator dying in a woman's belly. Once he sucked the Yin essence of the new snake woman dry, he would definitely be able to break through to the great perfection of foundation-building in one fell swoop. Then he could directly shut the old man's mouth.

When he thought of the snake-man woman, Feng Xiao subconsciously licked his dry lips and felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen.

Although she only has half a human body, her skin is unusually tender and smooth, and her figure is also excellent. He never gets tired of playing with that slender waist, and these few days have almost drained all his reserves.

If he were to suck her dry right now, he would be a little reluctant.

Over the years, he has lost interest in ordinary human women. His sexual desire can only be aroused when facing women of noble status or outstanding temperament.

But this kind of people are usually not something he can covet, so he can only imagine it in his heart. He originally had no interest in this foreign woman, and the reason he spent a lot of money to buy her was to disgust his old enemy, and on the other hand, it was because of his collecting habit.

But when he brought the snake woman back and took off her veil, he fell for her instantly. After trying her for a while, he suddenly felt that this foreign woman had a different flavor and brought a different pleasure from that of a human woman.

He felt like a brand new door had opened in front of him.

"In the future, I can order people to collect more foreign women."

Feng Wujin was still trying to persuade Feng Xiao earnestly, but he didn't know that Feng Xiao was already too distracted and didn't care what he was saying at all.

Seeing his lustful face, Feng Wujin knew that he was daydreaming again, and suddenly felt sad in his heart. If he was not the only child in his Feng family, he sometimes really wanted to slap this bastard to death.

At this time, more and more people came, all of them were well-known figures in Gusu's cultivation world, and there were several acquaintances among them. In the public eye, he couldn't continue to get angry, so he said in a cold voice: "Get up."

The two men entered the box. Just as the servant leading the way was about to speak, Feng Wujin raised his large hand like a palm-leaf fan and slapped Feng Xiao loudly. Five fingerprints immediately appeared on his fair face.

This slap not only stunned Feng Xiao, but also the servant, who stood there in a daze, somewhat at a loss.

"You go out first."

The servant felt as if he had been pardoned. He confessed his crime and walked out without looking back, and considerately closed the door of the box.

At this time, Feng Xiao, who had been beaten into a daze, came to his senses. The first sentence he said almost angered Feng Wujin to death.

"Grandpa, are you crazy?"

"Bastard!" Feng Wujin roared like an angry lion.

"Your Majesty!"

"why?"

"Your Majesty!"

A powerful pressure pressed down on Feng Xiao's shoulders, like a mountain, causing him to collapse to the ground in an instant.

This unbearable appearance made Feng Wujin even more dissatisfied. He waved his hand and a portrait of Song Changsheng appeared in front of him. He shouted, "See? Remember this man. Your great-grandmaster Chen died at his hands!"

"What?" Feng Xiao's eyes suddenly widened.

"Look at him, then look at you, you are a hopeless case."

Feng Xiao didn't care about what Feng Wujin said at this moment, and asked quickly: "Is it this pretty boy who killed my uncle?"

"Then why don't we get rid of him?"

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(End of this chapter)