The third person was a middle-aged Taoist priest. His focus was different from the other two. He had been observing the open space outside the blacksmith house.
The WTO Temple occupies a large area, but there are not many buildings. There are many spacious open spaces in the temple.
On the one hand, this is to make it look grand and grand, and on the other hand, it is also to avoid crowding when there are many pilgrims. One of the open spaces is next to the back door of the World View, and pilgrims rarely come here.
The Taoist priest nodded with satisfaction: "Master Xiao, this place is not bad. It is next to the blacksmith shop and no one else can hear any noise. Just build a small cabin for me. Within a month, Master Xiao will definitely be able to see things. .”
This pyrotechnical Taoist is a high-level technical talent that Xiao Feng personally requested from Master Zhang Tian of Longhu Mountain. How could he wait so long? Xiao Feng immediately asked someone to inform Zhang Tianci that a high-level talent must be built in an unconventional house, preferably one that can be soundproofed.
After arranging the newly added workshop in the World View, Xiao Feng walked to the left backyard. In the open space in front of a row of dormitories, a group of children were following Zhang Wuxin, practicing martial arts in a decent manner. Every move is quite methodical, and the shouts are mixed with the cries of children.
It is obvious that Zhang Wuxin, a martial arts idiot, is very serious about martial arts training. He refuses to relax in the slightest when he is practicing. Even his disciples are not allowed to cheat.
It's a pity for these little brats, who are used to being careless and carefree. When they meet a strict teacher like Zhang Wuxin, most of them complain endlessly and use the most direct attitude of a child to express their position.
"Daozhang Zhang, when will Sister An come? Why hasn't she come to teach us martial arts for a long time?"
"That's right, Sister An still praises us for practicing well. Taoist Zhang never praises us. Even Xiaodong, who has practiced the best, has never been praised!"
Xiaodong is a chubby little girl, about seven or eight years old, with dark and short eyebrows. Because she is squatting, her expression looks more serious than usual, and sweat is dripping down her face.
While other children complained endlessly, she never complained. She was a model student. But Zhang Wuxin targeted her fiercely.
If other children were a little lazy, Zhang Wuxin would probably scold him at most. If Xiaodong's posture was a little incorrect, Zhang Wuxin would hit him with a bamboo stick and snap, making other children grin and tremble.
Xiaodong seemed unaware, and even raised his head and smiled at Zhang Wuxin, then adjusted his posture to be more standard.
Xiao Feng frowned and didn't know what was going on with the big one and the small one. Could it be that this little girl is also a martial arts fanatic? It is a rare coincidence that a big martial artist meets a small martial artist.
Zhan Yu, who was also a teacher of WTO View, walked into the courtyard and saw Xiao Feng looking at Xiaodong, so he told him softly.
"This child is different. Last time I was ordered by you to recruit Thousand-Armed Tathagata, a group of children were drinking gruel and complained. Not only did this child not complain, he even scolded the other friends, 'Didn't you have enough to eat?' '."
Seeing Zhan Yu coming, the children cheered as if they had seen a savior.
"I didn't expect you to be so popular?"
Zhan Yu smiled bitterly and said: "Whether I am welcomed or not depends on the timing of my arrival. If An Qingyue was teaching at this time, I would be greeted by lamentations."
Xiao Feng nodded, feeling deeply.
"Human nature has always been like this, even children are no exception. Without comparison, it is difficult to distinguish good from bad. The so-called wise king and faint king are just comparisons between kings, but no one has ever thought of comparing kings with ordinary people."
Zhan Yu blinked, feeling that Xiao Feng's words had a profound meaning, but he seemed to be overthinking them.
Zhan Yu took over Zhang Wuxin, and the children immediately felt much more comfortable and had smiles on their faces. Zhang Wuxin waved to Zhanyu.
"Teach other children according to your method, Xiaodong, let her continue to practice according to my rules."
Zhan Yu nodded: "It seems that you want to take in a disciple, so you are so interested."
"This kid is different. It's been a long time since I've seen someone so desperate in martial arts. The last time I saw him, I was looking at myself in the mirror when I was six years old."
Zhan Yu rolled his eyes and vomited at Zhang Wuxin's self-praise. His martial arts skills were not on the same level as Zhang Wuxin's, and he didn't want to compete with Zhang Wuxin to gain disciples, so he naturally let Xiaodong continue to practice hard beside him.
Xiao Feng looked at Xiaodong carefully for a while, then slowly approached her.
"Xiaodong, why do you have to practice martial arts so hard?"
Xiaodong glanced at Xiao Feng warily and answered without hesitation.
"I like to practice martial arts."
Xiao Feng shook his head and smiled lightly.
"No, you don't like practicing martial arts, you just want to practice martial arts. There is a difference between liking and wanting to practice martial arts, I can see that."
Xiaodong looked at Xiao Feng unconvinced: "Why would you think about it if you don't like it? What's the difference?"
"Do you like meat buns?"
"Of course I do."
"Then do you like to drink porridge?"
"...I like it too."
"Do you like it the same?"
"……Can't understand."
"Do you like taking medicine?"
"Of course I don't like it."
"Do you want to take medicine when you are sick?"
Xiaodong stopped talking and looked at Xiao Feng with more vigilant eyes. Xiao Feng patted her young and chubby shoulder and said no more.
When Xiao Feng left the World View, the old Taoist sent him out of the mountain gate, and Xiao Feng asked him casually.
"What is Xiaodong's origin?"
The old Taoist body froze slightly and answered calmly.
"We are orphans in the capital. There was a plague a few years ago. There are so many children without parents. How can we remember them all?"
Xiao Feng looked at the old Taoist, who looked like he had a clear conscience. Xiao Feng smiled and left.
When Xiao Feng's back was blurred, the old man sighed.
"It's for your own good that I don't let you know about this. There is no airtight wall in the world. If others find out, it will hurt you."
The horse Xiao Feng rode was sent by Zhang Tianci. Originally, King Yu and King Jing asked Xiao Feng to pick up a horse from the palace, but Xiao Feng was unwilling to go, so they each sent one to the palace.
Xiao Feng asked Qi Jiguang to ride a black horse, a dignified fourth-grade military attaché, without a car or horse when traveling. It was really a bargain. It was fine if I didn't have one at first, but now I have one at home, and my legs are on my feet every day. What do people think of me as a landlord?
Another white horse, Xiao Feng, was offered to Zhang Wuxin to ride, but Zhang Wuxin said that walking and running every day was also a form of spiritual practice and he was unwilling to ride it. An Qingyue happened to come to the house to see Zhang Wuxin. As soon as she heard this, she shouted that Guo Jun promised to match her with a horse, but after waiting for two years, she still hadn't seen the horse hair.
Xiao Feng quietly kicked Zhang Wuxin. Seeing that Zhang Wuxin was still staring blankly and not knowing what to say, Xiao Feng had no choice but to go into battle himself.
"Zhang Wuxin told me yesterday that such a beautiful horse is not suitable for him to ride. It is only suitable for you to ride. Then I will lend it to you to ride. Remember, it is a loan, not a gift. It is a gift from the prince. I Don’t dare give it away casually.”
An Qingyue smiled so happily, her apple face looked rounder, and her obviously big eyes narrowed into two small fishes.
"Senior brother, you are still facing me!"
Zhang Wuxin nodded knowingly: "Yes, you look good riding it."
Xiao Feng still rode the yellow mixed-haired horse given by Zhang Tianci. Xiao Feng originally asked Zhang Tianci to pick the fastest runner, but did not mention any other requirements.
As a result, Zhang Tianci, who took his words as his decree, really only focused on this indicator, completely ignoring whether the horse's appearance passed the test. Fortunately, Xiao Feng doesn't care about the horse's hair style, just hurry up, time is efficiency.
But besides being ugly, this horse also has a very bad habit of not running smoothly at all. Although it ran fast, it was so wild that Zhang Tianci was unwilling to ride it and could only pull a cart in the grain store.
That is to say, Xiao Feng has become very flexible as his internal strength has improved at this time. Anyone who doesn't know martial arts would never dare to ride this guy.
People often see Xiao Feng riding this horse jumping up and down on the road, flying in the clouds and mist, kicking up the dirt on the official road, which makes him look really ethereal.
At this time, when Xiao Feng was jumping up and down on the road, An Qingyue came running towards him on a beautiful white horse.
"Master Xiao, what's wrong, a woman died in front of your house!"
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