Feng Jun held the ancestral card for more than an hour before putting it on the stone table and picking up the tea cup to drink water.

Then he lit a cigarette and smoked while he swam through the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

Everyone present knew that he must have some ideas, but no one dared to ask questions.

The four Taoist priests in Maoshan had much to say, but no one spoke on their own initiative.

After smoking a cigarette, Feng Jun drank two more sips of tea, and then whispered, "Maoshan is still a character."

The chunky priest heard the words and raised his eyebrows before he could speak. He suddenly remembered that he had been blamed and bleeding, and he lived it up again.

Ma Daochang coughed lightly, "This is nature. My Maoshan has a long tradition, and outstanding figures are emerging one after another."

"Oh," Feng Jun smiled disapprovingly, pointing at the ancestral card. "If the ancestral card is your Maoshan ancestor, then your family's ethics is just like that."

With the exception of Ma Daochang, the faces of the other three Taoists were all changed—it can be said that this was a great insult to Maoshan.

But the head of Ma Dao raised his eyebrows slightly, hesitating, and still spoke out, "It ’s not unreasonable to say what Dao You said. I have a long history of Maoshan Dao, but I faced a crisis of memory many times in the middle. This was four hundred years ago. It was left by the patriarch of ZTE. "

Feng Jun nodded thoughtfully, "That's ridiculous ... I'll say it, Kaipai Patriarch should not have this level."

These words made Maoshan's four people roll their eyes—are you boasting or cursing?

Ma Daochang's face was a little blackish, "Feng Daoyou's words, a bit too much? My ZTE ancestor is also a great meritorious person, and he is famous, we are the juniors, we should be careful to admire."

According to legend, this ancestor of ZTE organized and excavated the books of his predecessors, and he also cultivated it to a high level, which saved the decline of Maoshan. Big.

Feng Jun replied disapprovingly, "That's your ancestor of Maoshan. I can treat him as a senior and admire something, needless to say."

Speaking of which, he raised his finger to Zhuang Haoyun, "If nothing else, President Zhuang's ancestors are stronger than your ZTE ancestor."

"Oh, Zhuang Zhou?" Ma Daochang smiled disapprovingly, "My Maoshan is a descendant of Shangqing ......"

He had no intention of disrespecting Zhuang Zhou, but as others said, "Lao Zhuang", Lao Tzu is always in front of Zhuang Zi.

Feng Jun waved his hand and interrupted his words, "I don't say such a long time, only the high merits that the dealer can reach ... are better than those who made this ancestral card."

Ma Daochang glanced at him and asked deeply, "What do you think of Feng Daoyou?"

"Oh," Feng Jun chuckled again. "I told you, you don't understand. If your palm master is there, it is possible to communicate one or two."

This is a bit arrogant, but the four Taoists have already felt it at this moment. They are not hypocritical, but have real knowledge.

The other party's evaluation of the ZTE ancestors, they did not dare to put their beaks, and they did not know what level of monk the dealer had contacted-anyway, they were plausible, and they seemed to rely on it.

The key point is that people only see through observation that they can see the formation of evil spirits on the ancestral card. In this way, Maoshan is unmatched.

Ma Daochang pondered and asked aloud, "Dare to ask Feng Daoyou just a hand ... just what kind of method?"

"Wu Xiu is only a skill," Feng Jun replied lightly. "It's not Daoshu ... Diligent practice is enough."

Volley photography is indeed a martial arts practice, but ... it must be done by a master.

Everyone heard it in silence, and after a while, then Zeng Dao arched his hand at the good scenery, "Dare to ask Daoyou, the iron pan just now ... but used a storage implement?"

She kept staring at the good scenery because the iron pan appeared too abruptly, and the other three Taoists were just there. She happened to see the iron pan flying out of thin air.

Earlier she thought that this might be some kind of magic, but after hearing the explanation given to Brother Ma, it was very structured and did not lose the rules and regulations. So she thought of the possibility of storing implements.

Therefore, the good scenery in her mouth has become a "friend of Taoism".

Director Mei is a person with a system of people. She is not afraid of talking in vain. She shook her head and said very simply, "You think too much, I put it in the co-pilot seat, even the packaging Tear down. "

The wok thrown out is indeed not unpacked. She is also a petty bourgeois consumption habit-how can the used wok fit into the storage ring?

"Is it?" Aunt Zeng glanced at her, regrettingly pouting-people beat her to death and do not admit it, what can she do?

Upon hearing such a conversation, Director Ma Dao was also awake to his memory just now, and he must have a good look at the scenery.

Strictly speaking, in the Maoshan School, he can be regarded as a model of prudent self-cultivation. Even in terms of self-cultivation, he strictly requires himself, and his physique is stronger than others.

Today he first saw a Hercules, and found that Feng Jun can "take objects in the void", so it seems not strange to add another woman with storage implements.

Of course, for the current Maoshan School, and even for the entire Chinese monks, the storage implements are legends.

However, the objects in the sky have long disappeared, and they only exist in the book. Haven't they appeared now?

In short, he has set off a storm in his heart, determined to know the master well after returning.

After making up his mind, he had to do something serious. He couldn't spoil Maoshan's name, so he bowed to Feng Jun. "If Feng Daoyou finished the detailed discussion, can I have my ancestral card?"

"This is inconvenient," Feng Jun shook his head and replied in a serious manner. "Zhuang President has worked hard to borrow this thing for me. I can't live up to his pains.

There is something in his words that sounds like-this thing is of limited use to me, but I don't want to return it now.

Zhuang Haoyun even whispered in his heart: What does Master Feng mean?

Ma Daochang's face is not good-looking, do you really think that Maoshan has been decided?

So he asked very unhappy, "How many days will it take?"

Maoshan's veins have little influence on Funiu, mainly concentrated in the south of Funiu, and there are some in the northwest, but if the other party thinks that Maoshan has no ability in Zhengyang, then he does not mind letting the other party recognize it. Thousand-year heritage.

However, Feng Jun really didn't buy the bill at all. He shook his head. "It's hard to say for a few days. Let's have your palm master come and discuss with me."

Ma Dao's face became darker and darker, "What if our Master Palm does not come?"

Could it be that you are not going to return the ancestral card?

Feng Junya smiled, "If he doesn't come, then I'll just wait for him to come ... I'm not in a hurry anyway."

What are you planning to rely on my ancestral brand of Maoshan? Ma Daochang sneered coldly, "Don't the teacher come this day?"

In fact, he talks to outsiders, generally not so choking, and harmony can make money ... do things.

However, peers are not among them—the old saying is dead, peers are enemies.

"Then three months is the limit," Feng Jun glanced at Zhuang Haoyun intentionally or unintentionally.

Yes, for three months, now he really cares about money or something. The other party has the heart and the courage to do some difficult things to meet him deliberately. Then, of course, he will not disappoint those who support him.

Thousands of dollars to buy horse bones? Maybe, but how much of such a horse bone he received.

Of course, he must also tell the Maoshan faction a little, "Ma Daoyou, to be honest ... If you don't come, you will not regret it, I will do my best.

Just then, there was another noise at the far door.

Immediately afterwards, several interphones sounded at the same time, "President Feng, President Feng, Director Yang came with his daughter again, let me enter?"

Everyone didn't speak, and they all looked at Feng Jun-only he can make such a decision.

"That's what it is," Feng Jun murmured softly, and then raised his voice, "Then ... let people chant."

This time, Yang Yuxin's mother and daughter came here, a Porsche Cayenne, Zheng Yang license ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Anyway, the old family is not bad.

Porsche drove the car to the No. 1 pump, then stopped, and Gu Jiahui and Yang Yuxin came out of the car.

Not seen in ten days, Gu Jiahui seems to have grown taller, but it seems to have been reduced a bit.

She walked up and down and nodded at everyone with a smile, but she didn't speak. The little princess of this ancient family is more and more sensible-this occasion is not suitable for her little girl to speak out.

Feng Jun is a little bit big, but you really regard this place as a weekend vacation place, little girl?

But since he agreed to the other party, he would not say anything, so his chin raised slightly, "Send your car, you can leave."

"Oh, I still have luggage in my car," Gu Jiahui swept around and saw Lu Xiaoning, "Brother Ga Zi, can you help me get it?"

Gazi has been doing well with her, because he has also been tossed to death by epilepsy. Seeing this sick little girl, she felt instinctively sympathetic.

So he walked over and carried out four large suitcases three or two times.

Feng Jun frowned, "Are you ... moving?"

When he questioned, the Porsche started and quietly turned his head away, very appreciative.

"Stay away for two days," Yang Yuxin replied softly, "Master Feng, if you have something, you will be busy first."

When she spoke, she lowered her eyebrows and deliberately kept a low profile, but the long-lasting momentum really could not be covered-in fact, just looking at the car that sent her, she knew that she was not simple.

Not to mention, she is still talking about Beijing.

Zhuang Haoyun looked at her, frowned, and asked suddenly, "Is it Director Yang?"

Yang Yuxin turned his head when he heard the words, and looked at him with a little surprise, "It's me, which one are you?"

Zhuang Haoyun smiled pretendingly, "It's just an unknown pawn."