All in all, a mess is a win-win situation!

Feng Linwan got what he wanted, and he was extremely satisfied.

Although the skill has regressed to the thirty-second level of Qi cultivation, it only needs to be piled up with resources, and it can be practiced back quickly.

And with the assistance of Drunken Yang True Skill, the process will only be faster.

After the catastrophe, the Fushan Holy Land entered a semi-sealed state. Except for those inherent spheres of influence, which cannot be lost. Most of the territory under his control was ceded out, and at the same time, the recruitment of new disciples was basically stopped.

Of course, this is only part of the harvest, if this continues, the Fushan Holy Land will only get weaker and weaker.

Compared with being conservative externally, it is more open internally.

It not only increased the supply of resources to the disciples, but also opened up more places to enter the inner gate.

Many of the original conservative and rigid regulations have been lifted, and talents have been recruited more eclecticly.

As for the inner door that was supposed to be opened... Although it is still going on, and the rewards for the top few have been raised, but it is no longer just for the Floating Nine Styles.

Now that the sword technique has been leaked, it is useless to keep it secret.

The first five styles can be obtained from the master at different realms, and the last four styles require a certain amount of merit exchange.

At the same time, there was also a group of monks from the Lingtai Realm, secretly forming a team to go out to hunt down those prisoners who had escaped, trying to avoid the spread of the Floating Nine Forms.

Naturally, Feng Linwan, the elder who was responsible for passing on the gong, was also very embarrassed.

His status plummeted, and although the Holy Lord of Fushan did not deprive him of his position as an elder, it also made Feng Lin Wan, an elder in the Qi cultivation period, more and more marginalized in the Holy Land.

These are all calculated by Feng Lin Wan a long time ago.

The so-called status, reputation... It's all nothing.

Holding a heavy treasure in his hand, sooner or later it will cause people to be afraid, once the Floating Life Nine Styles are explained, he, the elder of the Gong Inheritance, will not only lose his value, but also be more dangerous.

Now it just so happens that he is still an elder in name, but he has just stripped away the original glitz earlier.

Because of the flood of the Floating Life Nine Style, he was not in danger of his life at all.

"Hmph! It's so infuriating! What a heavenly holy land, it's just too deceitful. Under the guise of communication, it's not like I want to test the depths. One by one... It's just arrogant and domineering. Bai Xiaotian walked in from outside the hall angrily, muttering non-stop.

Feng Lin rolled her eyes while she wasn't paying attention.

This chick, is it possible that she really regards herself as a part of the Fushan Holy Land?

But it's also true that time can sometimes give people an illusion.

Most of the vein masters, holy lords, and elders in the Fushan Holy Land are indeed gloomy and deep, and they have their own calculations. But the Fushan Holy Land is more of an ordinary disciple and deacon, and Bai Xiaotian, as the reincarnation of the nominal Fushan Ancestor, will definitely have a lot of sincere or hypocritical friends around her. Gradually, Bai Xiaotian may really have a sense of belonging to the Fushan Holy Land.

This is the norm, and Feng Linwan never reminds Bai Xiaotian.

After all, when it comes to hypocritical friends... He may be one of them, what position does he have to interfere with others?

Feng Linwan's biggest advantage is that he never thinks too highly of himself and can see his position very clearly.

Around many people, there are always a few friends who think they are full of loyalty and courage, and everyone else is hypocritical. Then they wantonly pick and blame, and even draw false conclusions for others. This kind of person is typical of lack of self-knowledge. Even completely forgot that their friends, who were like brothers and sisters, had also been taken advantage of by them.

"Okay! What I asked you to inquire about, how did you inquire about?" Feng Linwan asked.

Bai Xiaotian took the tea handed over by Feng Linwan and drank it into her stomach with a grunt, looking quite arrogant, but there was no princess disease.

"Isn't that the little thing about your cheap female master? But... You want her to be moved by the automatic throw in her arms, I'm afraid it's out of play, or think about it, see if you can get drunk and drugged!" I have to say... Now Bai Xiaotian, the atmosphere of the market is a little stronger, and it is a bit crooked.

"It's not my influence! It's not my influence! It has nothing to do with me! It has nothing to do with me!" Feng Linwan thought silently in his heart, and at the same time complained about the poor discipline of the three-legged frog Jinbao, how could Bai Xiaotian be contaminated with these vices.

"Ahem, get down to business! You girl, don't be so open-mouthed. Feng Linwan persuaded slightly.

Bai Xiaotian sneered, and her silly and sweet temperament seemed to be gone, which was heart-wrenching.

"According to my inquiry, the Liu family of Maoyang County, where Liu Qingmei was born, is also a cultivator family, and it is said that the Liu family still has some ancient demon blood, so the Liu family is not only naturally handsome, but also good at urging wood spells and cultivating the art of longevity. Later, for some reason, the Liu family was wiped out overnight. Of the entire clan, only Liu Qingmei survived, and then was brought back to the Fushan Holy Land by the Venerable Master Qingyang, who had an old friend of the Liu family. When Bai Xiaotian said this, she suddenly stopped talking.

Because in the main hall, a third person appeared.

Feng Linwan looked up at the visitor, the expression on his face was not a little embarrassed and stiff, but greeted him with a smile and said, "Are you out of the customs?"

Liu Qingmei looked at Feng Linwan, and stared at Bai Xiaotian without knowing what she meant.

Bai Xiaotian shrank her head in embarrassment, and then shook her head at Liu Qingmei, indicating that she was not close to Feng Linwan.

"What do you want to know?"

"I'll tell you!" Liu Qingmei's voice was not indifferent, but a little alienated and contradictory.

This may be a way to hide the painful feelings.

"When I was sixteen years old, I picked up an old man who was wounded from outside the city, and used our family magic to help him heal his wounds. Later, after he sobered up, he knew that our Liu family's bloodline was different, which was of great benefit to his recovery from his injuries. So he killed all my people overnight, sucked their blood dry, and left me alone... Said to repay me for saving my life... Haha!" Liu Qingmei's voice is still steady, but under this kind of stability, the suppressed pain is pitiful.

Feng Linwan didn't hesitate, stepped forward, took Liu Qingmei's hand, didn't interrupt her memories, and let her continue.

"Do you think that I named myself Jing Qiu for revenge?"

Shaking her head, Liu Qingmei continued: "No! I just want to remind myself that it's me..." It was I who destroyed my own family, and I brought disaster upon everyone. Maybe it's providence, maybe it's retribution... After that man killed my entire clan, in the eighth year of my cultivation in the Fushan Holy Land, I failed to cross the tribulation and died under the Heavenly Tribulation. I don't have any enemies anymore, but the hatred in my heart is never forgotten... ”

"This is revenge that can't be avenged, hatred that can't be extinguished... Can't cut it off!"

Speaking of which, she stared at Feng Linwan with unconcealable sadness and pain in her expression.