It took an hour, Fengling taught the entire "Thunder and Thunder Art" to Zhang Dan and taught him how to get started.
Later, Zhang Dan took the initiative to request that part of Xu Banxian's inheritance be used to build the destroyed houses of most Gujing villagers. After Fengling conveyed the request, everyone started construction excitedly.
"Within a distance of twenty to forty meters, the south and north of the new house should not face the ancient well. To the north, dangerous things may happen in the home; to the south, bachelors may happen to the home!"
"The new courtyard should be sunny and should not be covered by trees. The entrance should see trees among trees. There will be tears in the house, and the wife and children will not see each other!"
"It is important to avoid large numbers of tree species and large roots in the new yard. Otherwise, the family will lose tolerance, break up, and even shorten its lifespan! These two possible results are to separate from the family, or even separate the yin and yang!"
Looking at more than a hundred Gujing villagers enthusiastically helping to rebuild the dilapidated houses, words of concern came from the mouths of the haggard old man walking around. The old man was Fengling.
"Thank you, old Bodhisattva!" Seeing Feng Ling's enthusiasm, the villagers who were so tired that they were sweating profusely couldn't help but thank them again and again, and worked even harder on their hands.
What a sunny day! Finally a near miss!
Under the warm sunshine, everything was on track. After Gui Lingzi's incident, the little quarrels between neighbors completely disappeared, and the villagers became more united.
It’s almost time!
"This way, I can rest assured!" Just as he was thinking, a soft breeze blew in his face, his pale hair fluttering, Ling Weiyun turned around silently and walked slowly outside Gujing Village.
When I returned the same way, I passed by a noisy place again, but no one said hello to the old man. After a closer look, I realized that the old man seemed to be an illusion but not an illusion. He walked lightly, and his dull old feet moved lightly off the ground. One step strangely spanned the distance of three meters...!
The aura is suspended!
Nine-turn ghost spiritual master!
That's right, after subduing the tenth-level ghost spirit child, Ling Weiyun's clone has successfully advanced to rank nine, and even the main body has also mysteriously broken through to rank eight! Since then, Feng Ling has fully entered the level of a high-level ghost spirit master!
"Senior...!" Looking at the old figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, Zhang Dan's face was full of respect. At the same time, his heart was also extremely horrified, and he said doubtfully: "Just now, there was obviously no one!"
Feng Ling walked out of the village and happened to bump into Zhang Dan who came to help the villagers. His heart moved and he was out of that mysterious state. Only then did Zhang Dan notice.
"Hmm~! Zhang Dan, can I introduce you to a disciple?" Ling Weiyun had a thick smile in his eyes, and Zhang Dan across from him was stunned for a moment.
disciple?
Zhang Dan never dared to think that one day he could be a master for others!
"The boy from the Li family is quite good, and he also wants to become a disciple! You are so sure...!" The voice echoed in the air and lingered for a long time, but there was no one in front of him!
"Little Lizi?" Zhang Dan sounded confused. He still remembered the scene when the boy brought his parents home. It was at that time that Xu Banxian learned from himself that an "old thief" had come to Gujing Village. !
"Senior, take care...!" A choking voice came from far behind Ling Weiyun. Feng Ling, who was gradually going away, sighed secretly: "I think, that boy and Zhang Dan are destined to be together, and it is not a bad idea to become master and disciple. !”
Moreover, to a certain extent, disciples are like biological children. If Zhang Dan accepts his disciples, maybe the grief caused by Xu Banxian will be reduced, maybe!
Without replying, Feng Ling quickly returned to the hut and took out the Kunpengluo Shentu that saved his life. After studying it carefully for several hours, I found out its various uses!
"This picture is really mysterious, it is a great treasure!" After receiving the Kunpengluo Shentu, Feng Ling was filled with emotion and secretly said: The biggest mystery of this picture is that it contains a forbidden space! Last night, Gui Lingzi was banned!
"Let's see first what kind of thing that guy put into my mind..."
Feng Ling muttered to himself, opening a seal formed by the power of ghosts and gods in his mind with a look of confusion on his face.
Boom~! Picture fragments came one after another, and various complex emotional fluctuations came, anger, sadness, hatred...
In an ancient city, an old man and a young man lived in a miserable state on the streets. Although it was a memory, Fengling still sensed that the dying old man should have been seriously injured.
"Please, please give us, master and disciple, a meal! We only have one copper plate, and we haven't had it for several days... Wuwu~...!"
A man who looked like he was from a rich family walked by. The young man dressed as a beggar hugged his thigh and begged in tears. However, before he could finish his words, he stopped abruptly and let out a more painful cry. When it comes, those who hear it will be sad and those who listen will shed tears...
"Go away~! You despicable fucking beggar! Damn it, you won't let go, will you? I'll kick you to death...! I'll kick you to death...!" An angry voice of disgust rang out, and when he saw that his legs couldn't shake off, the man's eyes He flashed a cruel look and suddenly kicked the crying boy in the stomach with his other foot.
That poor young man was just a skinny body, and he had been cold and hungry for several days. How could he withstand such a vicious attack from a man? After only three kicks, he fell to the ground and clutched his stomach, letting out a heartbreaking howl of pain.
"If you dare to dirty my clothes, I will beat you to death today! You guys, go...!" The man's eyes were full of viciousness, without a trace of self-blame or guilt. Instead, he ordered several strong men behind him to give the man another blow. The boy was punched and kicked.
Such a disgraceful scene made passers-by angry and afraid to say anything. They looked away and couldn't bear to look directly at it, so they all left in a hurry. Everyone sweeps the snow in front of their own door, and don’t worry about the frost on other people’s tiles!
As a result, no one has the kindness to stop it, which shows the indifference of human nature!
"Stop fighting... stop fighting! We just want to beg for a few coins... to have a full meal..." The dying old man was in so much pain that he struggled to get up and block the dying young man.
"Haha~! So you want money? Why didn't you tell me earlier? I have plenty to help you poor beggars! Come on, give me a few sacks of copper right now!"
The man smiled jokingly and looked at the two miserable people with disdain in his eyes. With a greeting, several men immediately understood, took the shining golden ticket from the man's hand, turned around and walked towards a bank.
"Young Master, I've brought what you asked for!" After a while, several men came back to the man panting, carrying several hemp bags.
"Damn~! Are you fucking stupid? If you don't want to hit them, hit them hard! Hit them hard! Only in this way can we help these two poor guys!"
The man cursed angrily, and several men hurriedly followed suit. They shouted one after another and threw seven heavy bags as big as sandbags at the poor old man and young man!
"Poof~!" A mouthful of blood spurted out. In order to save the young man, the dying old man used himself as a human shield to protect him, but the old man himself breathed his last...
Ugly copper coins were scattered out from the exploded bags. Looking at the old man and the young man who were buried under several bags of copper coins, bursts of ridicule came from the men and passers-by shook their heads and left. It can be said that it is dazzling to see and harsh to hear. !
Are the poor destined to live in humble existence and be trampled upon by others? Princes, generals and prime ministers, would you rather have the seed?
Look down on us...it's okay!
It’s okay to laugh at and insult us…!
But why should we be beaten and mutilated? Why?
Only this one...can't!
Hot blood gurgled out, gradually staining the pile of copper coins as high as a hill. It seemed that the disgusting smell of copper was diluted by the blood.
Through the money hole, there were all figures of mocking men and others laughing away. The young man did not cry. He hugged a cold corpse tightly with both hands, and unforgettable hatred flashed in his red eyes...
The screen is interrupted here...
"Is this why he loves money as much as his life?"
Feng Ling sighed quietly. Everyone has their own frustrations and stories. Sometimes it's hard to draw conclusions about who is good and who is bad.
Feng Ling was deeply touched and murmured in a low voice: "A generation of watchers survived the catastrophe. But in the end, they were humiliated and smashed to death by a pile of copper coins... It's sad and deplorable!"
"Who...?" Just as he was thinking, Feng Ling's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted loudly. The wooden door opened automatically, revealing a stunned figure outside.
"Haha~! What did the old gentleman say? Can I come in and talk about it?"
"You are a guest! Please..."
"Suddenly~!" Before he finished speaking, a strong wind blew by, and the wooden door closed automatically again. There was a kind-hearted sixty-year-old man in the room. Sitting three meters across from Feng Ling, two invisible auras appeared in the room. There was a fierce collision in the air, and the atmosphere was suddenly extremely depressing.
Ten turns?
Feng Ling sensed the other party's cultivation level and was secretly on guard. She couldn't help but think about what this person's purpose was!
