Feng Shui Master of Rebirth

Chapter 14 Ling Feng's Master and Apprentice Obtained a Treasure

Ma Yuanliang's repeated attempts to persuade Master and Apprentice Ling Feng failed, so he had to take the two of them into the back room again, crawled under the bed and found the box: "Master Ling, do you want to take another look at this thing? "

"Don't look at it, I believe in Uncle Ma's character." Ling Feng smiled slightly, with such a strong aura, it must be the Qinglong Sword, and besides, Ma Yuanliang didn't dare to fool them.

"Haha, thank you little master Ling for your trust!" Ma Yuanliang was naturally happy when he heard what Ling Feng said, and he squinted his eyes and smiled.This Ling Feng usually looks silent, but he didn't expect to be so good at talking, he really shouldn't be underestimated, alas, I don't know if it's because I'm old or the children are too powerful nowadays?

However, seeing his son's silly smile at Ling Feng, he wished he could slap his son on the back of the head. With such a silly look, he would actually suspect that the current child is too powerful?Tsk tsk, obviously Ling Feng is too precocious!

The Wuming Taoist followed his apprentice out of the Antique Street with his airs on his shoulders. As soon as he came out, he couldn't wait to ask Ling Feng: "My dear disciple, what's in here?"

He really wanted to open the box now, but it was hard to open it on the street now, after all, the evil spirit was too strong, so he had to ask first.

"It's a sword." Ling Feng said honestly, but he touched his belly and looked up at Master: "I'm hungry, Master, shall we go to a restaurant?"

"Eating out? Cough, I said, disciple, it's not good to waste it, shall we go back and eat cabbage? Cabbage is so nutritious!" When the nameless old man heard that disciple was hungry, he immediately felt embarrassed, stroked his beard, oops , I inadvertently got greedy, cough, drank a little more, and ended up with ten yuan left, which was only enough for the travel expenses back home.

"Master!" Ling Feng was furious!

"Oh, my disciple, you are wrong as a teacher, don't ignore master..." the nameless old man wailed.

Sitting on the inter-county bus, Wuming held a tofu bun in his hand and was still trying to coax Ling Feng, why is this child so difficult to deal with, how cute he was when he was a child, but now he has a stern face, alas , how much I hurt Master's heart!

"Good boy, it's all the master's fault, good boy, don't be angry, okay, let's eat a steamed stuffed bun first, what if I faint from hunger!" The Wuming old man continued to beg, almost wiping his tears.

The people in the car looked at the pair of master and apprentice with amused eyes. The old man with long beard and robe looked like a spirited old Taoist priest. Now he was trying his best to curry favor with the little boy sitting in the front row. She's really handsome, tsk tsk, this looks like the prettiest little girl in the whole town can't match her.

To tell the truth, Ling Feng was not particularly angry, but anyway, he was a little worried about Master being so greedy. Master is so old, and he has always been such a good drinker, which is not good for his health. If he doesn't control it well Master's drinking capacity, in case of any accident, big or small, there is nowhere to find him crying.

"Good disciple, master swears this time that he will never drink too much again, good disciple, eat a steamed stuffed bun to satisfy your hunger." The nameless old man also knows Ling Feng's true thoughts, he cares about himself, he How could you not know?But it's not a day or two for me to drink well, so I can't help it, alas.

"What you said, Master, there are gods standing three feet above your head, and what you say must be counted!" Ling Feng thought for a while, although Master had sworn like this many times, what should be committed is still a crime, but looking at Master This wailing look, still couldn't bear it, took the bun in his hand, took a bite, but: "Master, where did you buy it? Why does it smell like pork?!"

Ling Feng prefers vegetarian food in this life. Although he also eats meat, it is limited to chicken, duck and fish, with low blood volume.If it's pigs, sheep, etc., it's unbearable. Even if you eat such a thing, you will spit it out, which is unbearable.

"Really? Come and have a bite, hey, it really tastes like pork?" The Taoist Wuming also knew about his apprentice's problem, so when he heard what the apprentice said, he quickly took the bun in his hand and took a bite. Once you eat it, it is really pork stuffing.

Looking up again, yo, Lao Gao's disciple's brows were wrinkled, and he looked like he was about to vomit, so he hurriedly shouted: "Conductor, conductor, give me a plastic bag, my apprentice is about to vomit!"

The conductor on the car was sitting on the hood of the car, and immediately frowned when someone vomited, but he was afraid that someone would vomit all over the car, so he stood up and grabbed a plastic bag and threw it on Ling Feng. , snorted, and sat back again.

At this time, there were not many buses, and there were no such strong requirements for professional ethics. Ling Feng grabbed the plastic bag and began to vomit. Can't go either, Ling Feng frowned, retching non-stop.

The Wuming old man kept patting him on the back, worried: "Is it still uncomfortable? Open the car window wider, and you will feel better."

"It's okay, Master." Ling Feng said weakly as he slumped on the chair.

The number of people in the car gradually decreased, but there were also people who came up at any time. A boy of four or five years old also came up with a woman. He was wearing blue and white short-sleeves and looked a little shy. He followed The woman sat in front of Ling Feng.

"Brother, are you feeling bad?" The shy boy looked very restless, and when he turned around, he saw a beautiful brother slumped on a chair and asked.

"It's okay, I'm just a little motion sick." Ling Feng looked up and saw that it was a cute child. Although he was uncomfortable, he still smiled slightly.

"Brother, I have water here, do you want to drink some?" The little boy quickly handed the mineral water in front of Ling Feng: "I haven't drunk this water yet, big brother, it's good for you to drink some."

"Thank you, little friend." The old Taoist was looking forward to where there would be water, so a savior came out, quickly passed Ling Feng and brought the water over, then unscrewed the lid and handed it to the apprentice, "Drink quickly Come on, it will feel better."

Ling Feng did not refuse, opened his mouth to rinse his mouth, spat it out of the window, and drank a few more mouthfuls of water, and then he felt alive again, looking at the little boy: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, hee hee." The little boy blushed and sat back shyly, and stuffed his little head into his mother's arms. The woman gently touched the child's head and whispered something in the child's ear. The boy giggled and stuffed more into his mother's arms.

"Xiawan Village is here, get off the bus from Xiawan Village, get off the bus!" The conductor shouted impatiently.

"Okay, let's get out of the car, apprentice, Master will help you." The old Taoist looked at it, and when it really arrived, he quickly helped Ling Feng, who was still a little weak, while Ling Feng was holding the box containing the Qinglong Sword in his arms, and carried the green dragon sword on his back. Wearing a bag crossbody.

Before leaving, Ling Feng turned his head and said something softly to the little boy's mother, then ignored the woman's surprised expression and followed the master out of the car.

"I said, apprentice, did you remind that woman of something?" The old Taoist got out of the car and helped Ling Feng and couldn't help asking, "Oh, my apprentice, you have to remember that fortune-telling is not like that. Feel free to do it, sometimes even if you see it, you can’t just remind me so casually.”

"I'm sorry, Master made you worry." Ling Feng knew that the old man was worried, but he still couldn't bear to see such a young child suffer. Besides, he is not really a saint. The bottle of water he handed may It's their fate, isn't it?

"Don't say I'm sorry to the master, I can't be with you forever as a teacher, you have to grasp one word, that is speed, understand?" The nameless old man squeezed Ling Feng's hand and sighed.

"Don't worry, Master, I will be fine, and I will take care of this speed." Ling Feng stood up straight and made a firm promise.

"Okay, Master believes in you!" The old Taoist patted Ling Feng on the shoulder, then frowned again: "Master suddenly remembered something..."

"What's the matter?" Ling Feng was curious.

"Our rice seems to be over?"

"What?!" Ling Feng was dumbfounded, what are you eating now?

"..."

The two masters and apprentices looked at me and I looked at you, speechless.

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Back at the Taoist temple, the two masters and apprentices rushed into the kitchen, rummaged around, and finally found a small bag of flour.

"Now you don't have to starve!"

After eating Meimei's mixed pimples, the old man urged Ling Feng to take out the sword quickly.

The cold air was overwhelming, and the evil spirit was overwhelming. The moment Ling Feng took the Qinglong Sword out of the box, the room was instantly filled with cold air.

"Good thing, good thing!" The Wuming old man stared straight at the sight of the Azure Dragon Sword, just like a man who has been bachelor for decades saw a naked beauty and couldn't look away.

"Is this the Azure Dragon Sword?" The Wuming old man took out the sword, observed it carefully, and was shocked.

"I think so." Ling Feng scratched his head. After being reborn for so long, it was the first time he saw such a shocked expression on the master's face, and suddenly felt a sense of pride in his heart.

"I said disciple, did you get lucky today?" The nameless old man patted and patted, tsk-tsk praising.

"Ouch!" Ling Feng touched it, and it turned out to be his satchel, and suddenly remembered an iron bump he picked up today, and quickly rummaged it out of the bag again.

"Master, can you see what this is?"

"What is this?" The Wuming old man didn't care, but seeing Ling Feng's curious expression, he reluctantly put down the Azure Dragon Sword in his hand, "Let me see..."

"Hey, why does this thing feel wrong? I said, disciple, where did you buy it?" Wuming looked over and over again, the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong.