As an ordinary casual cultivator, Du Fangfeng, who is over 100 years old, is almost in his twilight years, but it is not shown at all in appearance. His figure is not tall, and he is still straight, with thick hair like a young man in a standard Taoist style, with a jade hairpin of excellent texture, wearing a soft, ordinary aristocratic robe, and a dazzling pearl inlaid on each of the toes.

This is completely different from the sword-washing pool thief Mu Xingqiu expected.

Being trapped in Qishan for more than fifty years, he was always under the surveillance of Taoist priests in Yashan. He did not dare to step out of the island and bear the expensive housing fee. All of this was enough to defeat a strong will, but it seemed to be Du Fangfeng's favorite and most comfortable life. Although the house he lived in was as dilapidated as other buildings on Sierra Island, it was decorated comfortably and elegantly, as if it was a hermit's residence that was invincible with the world.

Mu Xingqiu stood in a small living room, stepping on the soft and luxurious carpet, and was a little nervous. This tension came from unexpected contrast and curiosity, as if he felt like when he suddenly found strangers in the whole room standing with his parents after returning home.

"Sit, young man." Du Fangfeng said with a smile, turning around and lying on a recliner, covering his legs with a thin blanket, his upright figure immediately showed a hint of decadence. "Forgive me for being rude. In order to maintain my appearance, I almost consumed all my magic power, so naturally I couldn't keep my body healthy. My legs were as fragile as porcelain, so I had to be treated with caution."

Du Fangfeng is not a handsome man. His skin is slightly dark, his eyes are not big enough, and his nose is not straight enough, but he has an extremely confident charming temperament. In the eyes of other men, he may be a little pretending, thinking that he is disrespectful to the old man, but in the eyes of some women, he is enough to ignore the age of this centenarian.

Mu Xingqiu was originally here to appreciate the style of the great thief, but unexpectedly, he saw such a person. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, so he sat on a soft chair opposite Du Fangfeng. "Are you going to buy the magic text scroll?"

"Yes." Du Fangfeng said lightly, as if he was not very interested in the scroll, and his eyes were always on Mu Xingqiu, "You are not quite the same as I imagined."

Mu Xingqiu was slightly stunned because this was exactly what he thought of Du Fangfeng, and he didn't think he would give the other party an impression in advance, "You just need to imagine that I am an ordinary Taoist priest of Pangshan."

Du Fangfeng laughed twice, glanced at Hong Futian at the door, and said, "Can I take a look at your magic script?"

Mu Xingqiu took out the scroll from his arms, and Hong Futian came over. He passed it to Du Fangfeng for him, and then sat on the chair beside Mu Xingqiu, "Before discussing the deal, I want to say a few words to you first."

Mu Xingqiu nodded. On the way, he already felt that this non-demon cultivator had something to say.

Du Fangfeng carefully watched the ancient scroll in front of the lights, and did not care about the conversation between the two.

"You can tell the conversation between us to Taoist priest Yashan intact later, but I can guarantee that no one can overhear the sound here. This is not only the guarantee of the Taoist sect of Qishan, but also something that the Taoist priest has confirmed for fifty years."

Mu Xingqiu nodded again. If there was no surprise, he would have told Shen Jiyi the details of this visit. This is the mutual help between the Taoist dynasties, and he would not betray each other because of the two casual cultivators.

"The war has begun." Hong Futian's tone was always too formal and solemn. Although it was nothing wrong with using it in matters like war, it still made people feel abrupt.

"I know, this will not be the first war between the Taoist dynasty and the demon clan, and probably will not be the last one." Mu Xingqiu said, wondering why he was chosen by Hong Futian.

"The Taoist dynasty and the demon clan have a common enemy, and both sides should unite rather than fight to the death."

Mu Xingqiu glanced at Du Fangfeng, "You are wasting your time. I am just an ordinary Taoist priest, and I am not even qualified to participate in this war, let alone stop the war and let the Taoist throne and the demon clan unite. It is absolutely impossible."

"Nothing is impossible at the beginning." Hong Futian's expression became eager, which made Mu Xingqiu think of Grandma Mei suddenly. "The Taoist throne defeated the demon clan more than 100,000 years ago also began. I know your identity, and I never thought that the war would end today. I just want to... plant a seed."

"seed?"

"Well, this world is in the hands of the Nine Daotongs. Most mortals have no feelings about it, and ordinary Taoist priests may not have much knowledge. The Taoist priests have the most powerful power, and there is no doubt that the Taoist priests have the most powerful power, but the Taoist priests are far from mastering all their power. One day, the Taoist priests will think of uniting with the demon clan and are willing to use the power of ordinary mortals. By then, you may no longer be an ordinary Taoist priest in Pangshan. I hope you will remember: the willingness to unite has always been, and the Taoist priests only needs to extend their hand."

Mu Xingqiu thought for a while, "Okay, I remember." He hoped that this would end the conversation.

Hong Futian smiled and stood up and said loudly, "I knew you could accept my statement. I observed it a few days ago. Only a few of the dozens of Taoist priests did not look at the casual cultivators and the demon clans with contempt. You are one of them. When I heard Feiba's narration, I became even more certain about this. You are a person with very few prejudices..."

"Wait, have you seen Feiba?" Mu Xingqiu thought that the Taoist priest of Qishan would imprison the half demon.

"Yes, Qishan gave him a three-month refuge period, and then he had to pay the rent. He was trying every means to raise money and said everywhere that he had a magic document snatched away." Hong Futian glanced at the things in Du Fangfeng's hand, "But everyone told him that the Taoist demons outside Qishan were incompatible, and it was normal for the magic document to be snatched away."

"I know." Mu Xingqiu didn't need anyone to tell him these things. Feiba was a half demon, the prisoner he saved and captured. Even Yang Baozhen recognized that the scroll was his spoils for Fangfang.

"And the magic text scroll can't help him much." Du Fangfeng spoke and placed the scroll on the small table beside him. "This is indeed a very ancient magic paper, woven from the spider silk of the seven-star demon spider. Unfortunately, a fool wrote the words on it. He thought that using magic text would make this paper more valuable, but it was actually a waste of resources. Things that were originally worth a few gold souls can only be sold for three or four silver souls now, and he has to meet someone who knows what he knows about it."

Hong Futian nodded, not caring much about this little thing, and continued to say to Mu Xingqiu: "If possible, I hope you can tell other Taoist priests, such as Taoist priests in Yashan, that Feiba is much more trustworthy than Yin Shengqian."

"King of Dragon?" Mu Xingqiu missed the most intense days of the war and didn't know much about many things.

"It's him. Yin Shengqian is now a guest of honor for the Qishan Taoist throne. I have also come for alliances. Later I found out that he was a liar. He provided information about the Siren, and would restrain the power of the Taoist throne in the south. However, a larger attack must come from the north. The place of demons is now gathering an unprecedented huge demon army."

"Feiba tells you this?"

"Feiba said some, and there are other sources of information. The casual cultivators have more interactions with the demon clan. In Qishan, we are treated the same. Feiba said that there are internal supporters in the Taoist sect, which is a new situation."

"The Taoist sect understands these things and is clear." Mu Xingqiu cautiously did not mention the mind control technique. He came to listen, but not to say that even if the information he had was pitifully small, he would not disclose it to a casual cultivator who believed in the ancient gods.

In fact, he felt a little strange that Hong Futian did not mention the ancient god as frequently as Grandma Mei, nor did he show the statue.

"That's good." Hong Futian was about to say goodbye and walked outside, "I hope you can remember my words. The lifespan of a casual cultivator is only a little longer than that of a mortal. I may not be able to live the moment when the demons return to the world, but you may be possible, so please remember my words, the willingness to unite always exists."

"Okay." Mu Xingqiu replied briefly, already a little regretful about coming here.

Hong Futian remembered something and slapped his forehead, "Hongshan is the Taoist throne of Hongshan."

"What's wrong with Hongshan?"

"What the Northern Demon really wants to attack is Hongshan, and what Feiba said about the inner destiny is probably also hidden in Hongshan. Because of the existence of Hongshan Xinxingtai, the nine Daotong can form a mutually aid whole. Destroying Xinxingtai can isolated the Taoist destiny. This is the conspiracy of the Northern Demon. I guess so."

"Thank you for the reminder." Mu Xingqiu was not surprised by the news at all.

Hong Futian probably had discussed with Du Fangfeng a long time ago, nodded and left the room, leaving the two to talk alone.

Du Fangfeng patted the scroll on the table, "It is recommended that you keep it yourself, you can't sell it for a good price."

"Okay." Mu Xingqiu did not get up and get the Demonic Document Book. He knew that Du Fangfeng had something to say, and the so-called transaction was just an excuse.

Du Fangfeng moved his body and put a thin blanket on his legs again, like a weak patient, but he was not as old as ever. "Fifty-one years, I never thought that I would spend nearly half of my life in this small house. I always regarded it as a temporary residence and didn't even clean up."

Mu Xingqiu felt that even if he had money and leisure, he could not clean up such a house. He could not tell what was better than the many calligraphy and paintings on the wall. Looking around, he could not even name many of the decorations and did not know the purpose. "This is good, it is much better than the residence of the disciples of Taoism."

"Haha, Taoist priests are ruthless and do not pay attention to worldly enjoyment, so they have a long life span. Most casual cultivators are reluctant to give up these beautiful things, and they can only live for decades more than ordinary people. This is gain and loss, and this is equality."

Du Fangfeng called himself the equal Taoist, which was due to this idea. He sighed, as if he regretted his choice. Then he said: "Fifty-one, I was dragged down by a bottle of water for half my life, but she turned a blind eye to it. This is inequality. Fifty-one is really not worth mentioning in her eyes."

"Who?" Mu Xingqiu was puzzled.

"The wind in the turbulent Jingshan is as bright as the wind. I have been waiting for her for a long time, but she has never shown up. You are my last hope."

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