Zhang Qingfeng smiled, his face became rosy, and he gently pushed my hand and said: "That old bastard is right, I'm going to die, so I won't waste the Lingbi Stone and leave it to useful people."

"Senior..." I cried out sadly. Zhang Qingfeng smiled and said, "I won't mention the past, let it be. Now I have something to entrust to you!"

Zhang Qingfeng coughed violently as he spoke. Every time he coughed, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his temporarily rosy complexion turned gray again. He was afraid that it would be too late, so his trembling hands sped up and took out a piece of clothing from his chest.

The token was stuffed into my hand and I held it tightly and said, "Lin Chu, give the token of Qimen Dunjia to Mengmeng. My senior brother made the right choice. He is the most suitable master of Qimen Dunjia."

"Master!" When the seven people he brought heard this, they knelt down sadly.

Zhang Qingfeng took a few breaths and then said: "Everyone, get up!"

"Yes! Master!" After receiving the order, the seven people did not dare to kneel and stood up wiping their tears.

Zhang Qingfeng nodded slightly. He no longer had the energy to speak much. Seeing that he still wanted to talk to me, I hurriedly said: "Senior, please take a rest first."

"No!" Zhang Qingfeng smiled: "I have always lived in hatred. I didn't feel proud until I killed my senior brother with my own hands. But taking over Qimen Dunjia made me understand that people always have to do something when they are alive. You

Are you saying so? Lin Chu!"

"Yeah!" My mind was in a mess. I didn't quite understand what he said. I just hoped he wouldn't die. However, when I answered, he slowly loosened his hold on my hand, drooped, and his black hair

He instantly turned white, black age spots appeared on his face, and wrinkles appeared one after another like ravines.

"Senior!" I exclaimed, and when I reached out to try, the person was gone.

Chen Ou's master sighed, no longer thinking about the Nine Heavens Thunder Formation, turned around with his hands behind his back, and left a little lonely.

I once heard my grandfather say that when old people see people around them die, they feel very complicated.

At my current age, I cannot understand what they are thinking. Perhaps, it is a feeling that I have not reached that point and cannot understand or describe.

I held Zhang Qingfeng's body, and after a long time, I moved it slightly, and said to the seven sobbing people behind me: "Thank you for your help. You can go back with Zhang Qingfeng's body."

The leader said: "Lin Chu, since we are here, we have never thought about going back. The sect master has already made arrangements, and the position of sect master has been passed to Zhang Mengmeng. When he returns in the future, he will be the sect master of Qimen Dunjia, no matter what.

Anyone would object."

The choice of life and death is also a choice of how to live.

I nodded, put away the token and said: "I will give the token to Zhang Mengmeng. You guys take care of it. My dad and the others are in the canyon. Once they are done, come down!"

I was just an outsider, and the Qimen Dunjia people were here, so it was not my turn to collect the body. Back in the canyon, I told Zhang Qingfeng’s death, and my father and the others were very calm.

Because the people who come here have long disregarded life and death. For them, the difference is just who comes first and who comes last.

My dad said: "Go over and ask the seniors in the Tianfeng coffin what's going on down there!"

I responded and went to the Tianfeng coffin. Before I could open my mouth, a voice came from the coffin: "It's a little strange. Could it be that he has died of old age?"

These words seemed to be speaking to me, but also seemed to be asking me. It made me a little nervous, and I stammered: "Senior has been here to suppress him and has done a lot for our world. In his case, we should

Know well."

"Don't flatter him." The senior in the Tianfeng coffin snorted coldly, which made me tremble and I didn't dare to speak. But he went on to say: "I'm not here to suppress him, I'm just absorbing some of the special atmosphere here.

It suppressed him. At the beginning, because Qingcheng and I were both there, he didn't dare to resist and take action, but as time passed, everyone got along well, so I couldn't gain insight into his situation."

The special breath must be the breath that allows immortals to survive in the human world. If it keeps being robbed, the people below may really die of old age.

Who could come to such a conclusion without seeing it with their own eyes?
Chapter completed!