Chapter 166: Gunfire

  Lin Feng shook his head and said, "My Tiger Form Fist was taught by my father. My master is my father. Later, I joined the Luoyun Sect and had another master named Wen Hou. I don't have a master with the surname Zhuang."

  "You're really stubborn, just like your master Zhuang Miechu often says 'If I don't speak, even gods can't intervene'. Indeed, a student is bound to resemble his teacher. Snow Xinyue smiled wryly at Lin Feng's sincere expression. "If you weren't Zhuang Miechu's disciple, how could you possibly know the Vermilion Bird Infinite Technique? And if you didn't know the Vermilion Bird Infinite Technique...how could you possibly defeat a strong opponent of the 9th level of Internal Family Fist and unleash the power of Canglang Threefold?"

  Lin Feng remained silent, tightly closing his mouth, and transmitted a message in his heart: "Zhuang Lao, what's going on?"

  No response at all.

  "Never mind, I won't ask you anymore." Xue Xinlan let out a disappointed sigh. "I knew it, his disciples aren't so easily fooled. If you were really going to tell me his whereabouts that easily, then you wouldn't be his disciple."

  Lin Feng shook his head and remained speechless.

  Xue Xinlan shook her head slightly, her slender hands gently lifted up a few disheveled strands of hair and tucked them behind her ear, her posture exuding elegance and charm.

  Then she picked up a chopstick and gently tapped the edge of the plate, her crimson lips slightly parted as she softly sang:

  A cup of sorrowful wine / Two drops of longing tears / Until now / The lotus flower mirror is empty and withered...

  "Do not ask about the past when vermilion cheeks were paired with green sleeves / Only blame who / mistakenly matched mandarin ducks..."

  "Whose beauty is coveted? / Depending on your branch occupying / Not admitting expectation / Flowers fly, powder scatters, pearls fall apart..."

  "Wait till the day when both temples are white with age / Turn back to look / Can't see the companions of the past..."

  Her voice was round and smooth, crisp and moving, but with endless sorrow. Thinking of the past, Xue Xinlan's voice gradually became low and her eyes were slightly moist.

  Lin Feng listened carefully and savored the meaning in the song, his heart also secretly filled with sorrow.

  Before his eyes, he saw again the calm and serene purple-robed girl.

  "Looking back, I don't see the companions of the past. If in the future I can no longer stand by Yezi's side and protect her forever, my mood will probably be like Xue Xinlan's now."

  "Fortunately, such things won't happen to me."

  Xue Xinlan finished singing, the room was silent, but it seemed as if there were lingering sounds echoing around, endless and continuous.

  "Sounds good." Xue Xin's tears disappeared from her blue eyes as she smiled at Lin Feng.

  "It sounds good." Lin Feng said honestly.

  "This poem was given to me by my master, Zhuang Mie Die. She said it was written specifically for me alone, but later I found out that many women have said the same thing..." Xue Xinlan said with a hint of a smile on her lips.

  "Senior, I'm really not a disciple of Zhuang Mie Die." Lin Feng said through gritted teeth.

  Xue Xinlan ignored Lin Feng, a smile slowly blooming on her pretty face as she became completely absorbed in memories of the past.

  "I don't blame him, I don't resent him...Zhuang Mi Die...He was always a butterfly flitting from flower to flower, and I was just one of the small flowers he once landed on. No woman can hold onto him, no one can..."

  "He is really a good man, every woman who meets him thinks so. There are many killers in the world, and there are also many rascals, but which killer has his talent, which rascal has his strength? In this world, he is the only one, the most special one..."

  "There are too many strange things in his mind, and he can always come up with something weird. He says he's from a very far away place, but he won't say where his hometown is..."

  "Somebody told me he was dead, but I just couldn't believe it. A world without him doesn't exist, a guy like that wouldn't die..."

  Lin Feng listened silently.

  "Lin Feng, don't you think I'm an old woman who talks a bit too much?" Xue Xinlan turned her head and smiled at Lin Feng.

  "No, senior." Lin Feng shook his head.

  "Hehe, actually these words are for myself to hear. If Zhuang Mie Die were here and heard me say this, he would definitely be thrilled to death. However, in front of him, I wouldn't praise him."

  Lin Feng continued to remain silent, in this way, he was completely unable to respond.

  "Alright, kid, you can go now. Thanks for listening to me. Snow Xinyue smiled wistfully. When you get back, tell Zhuang Mian Die that the three fresh filling dumplings are ready, and ask him to try some when he passes by Wan Shou Town..."

  "You tell him, Xue Xinlan is a woman after all, and not as strong as the women in his hometown. The little girl from back then has grown old, how long does he want me to wait for this meal..."

  Lin Feng's heart was slightly aching as he looked at Xue Xinlan's sorrowful appearance, and his eyes also turned red.

  Xiang Xue Xinlan slightly bowed her head, Lin Feng silently left the room.

  Xue Xinlan looked at the painting with a melancholy smile.

  "Village bewildered butterfly, three fresh dumplings are your favorite food, you always say that nothing is more delicious than dumplings and no one is more fun than sister-in-law. The mischievous look on your face when you said this, I will never forget."

  "You have an apprentice now, which means you're still alive."

  "It's enough to know you're alive."

  "They said you were dead, I didn't believe it at all, how could a scoundrel like you die so easily?"

  "You're still alive, haha, great, at least we are in the same world."

  "I originally wanted to say that if you didn't come see me, I would make your Dark Night Blade bleed rivers, but this way, I couldn't even open my mouth."

  "Look, I still like you so much, even when it comes to forcing you to show up with harsh words, I couldn't do it."

  "Zhuang Mi Die……You once said, as long as you cherish the people in front of you, have you done it?"

  "Have you forgotten... her? Do you still remember I'm waiting for you?"

  Hehe...

  Xue Xinlan burst out laughing, and tears rolled down her cheeks as smooth as jade.

  "You're still alive, great, haha..."

  …………

  "This woman is really pitiful."

  Lin Feng felt a severe discomfort in his chest, as if something was blocking it.

  Along the Long Street Lin Feng strode away, soon he had walked several miles outside the town.

  "Ah~." Lin Feng let out a long, loud whistle, causing the leaves on the surrounding tall trees to fall down in succession. The nearby birds and beasts also quickly fled in avoidance.

  He let out a deep breath of turbid air and Lin Feng took a deep breath in, his face finally recovering its calmness.

  "Zhuang Lao... ...the guy on the wall, is that you?" Lin Feng stopped and asked in his heart.

  Still no sound

  "Old fellow, we're already far away from Beast Town, stop pretending to be dead." Lin Feng said angrily.

  "Ha! Did I pretend to be dead? No, I am really dead." The voice of the old man Zhuang echoed out.

  "I'm asking you, is that person on the wall you? Are you that... Zhuang Mian Die?" Lin Feng asked.

  "Heh heh, it's really me, how about it? I was quite handsome when I was young, wasn't I?" Zhuang laughed slyly.

  "What's so great about him? One look and you can tell he's no good." Lin Feng curled his lip.

  "Shameless." Old Zhuang scolded, dissatisfied: "You little brat, are you really that stupid? Telling a lie is so hard for you? You started off okay, but then you actually defaulted to the truth. Damn it, I'm so angry!"

  "Zhuang Lao, this Xue Xinlan should be your old lover, you've seen her appearance too, tell me, should I or shouldn't I inform her of your situation?" Lin Feng asked.

  "What an old lover, on this continent, there are many women who are waiting for me like a fool, she is just one of my many gun friends, occasionally dating is okay, don't think about anything else, does she still expect me to marry her?" Zhuang Lao said with a careless smile.

  "Gunfire. Friend, what is gunfire friend.” Lin Feng was shocked,

  "It's just a bed companion, that is, the woman I've been with." Zhuang Lao said with a sly smile. "Women are for sleeping with, once you're done, it's over, no need to make things complicated. Only someone like you, a naive and inexperienced young man, would be infatuated and cling to one person without letting go. Wait until you've slept with ten or eight different women, then you'll know how painful it is to only like one woman. As we say in our hometown, you can't lose the entire forest just because of one tree."

  "You're really shameless." Lin Fengjun's face turned red with rage, and he spat heavily.

  "How childish." Zhuang Lao said disdainfully.

  "You're just a loser, scum, and ending up like this is exactly what you deserve." Lin Feng raised his voice.

  "You." The old man's voice suddenly paused, and he said with a hum. "Alright, I won't argue with you anymore. Later on, you'll know that what I said was words of gold. I told you not to use the power of Zhuque Wanxiang Gong, how about it? You've been found out, haven't you?"

  Lin Feng said: "Isn't it a matter of life and death now? Can't I just wait for death?"

  "That's still 108,000 miles away from life and death." Zhuang Lao said discontentedly. "With that young master of the Qi family around, what are you worried about? The young master of the Qi family hasn't played all his cards yet, why are you in such a hurry?"

  Lin Feng was speechless

  Zhuang Lao said slowly: "This Xue Xinlan is just a silly girl, you don't need to worry about her, she still has old feelings for me and won't reveal your secrets."

  "I know she's a good person." Lin Feng nodded,

  "Good guy." Old Zhuang snorted, "Naive."

  Lin Feng hummed and transmitted his voice: "Zhuang Lao, that poem, was it really written by you? To be honest, it's not bad at all. And that painting is also quite good, was it really painted by you?"

  Zhuang Lao chuckled and said, "That's a folk song from my hometown that even three-year-olds can recite. I just used it to deceive women, but the painting is something I drew myself. Hehe, on this continent, no one else knows how to paint like this except for me."

  "……where is your hometown?" Lin Feng asked curiously.

  "My hometown... is in a very, very far away place, and once you leave that place, you can never go back." Old Zhuang fell silent for a moment, then let out a faint sigh.

  "I hope that after I'm completely dead, my soul can return to my hometown..."

  Feeling a hint of despair and sorrow in Zhuang Lao's voice, Lin Feng also fell silent.