Han Feng wanted to ask more information about the Dianji Pavilion, so he thought of approaching this "Uncle Wang Fugui".
However, this Uncle Wang is not only full of "what's wrong" and full of literary youth, but he is also very aloof.
When Han Feng stepped forward to ask, he ignored him at all.
He casually took out an ancient book from his pocket, sat on the steps, and started reading while shaking his head.
Han Feng stepped forward, but before he asked, the other party waved his hand, signaling Han Feng to go away.
When Han Feng saw this, he felt angry and funny, thinking that this old man was quite impressive.
Naturally, Han Feng did not leave easily. He simply found a classic book from his storage ring and sat on the same stairs as the old man to read it.
At the same time, he easily pulled out a flower stick, lit it and held it in his mouth.
Immediately, the old man and the young man sat on both sides of the same staircase, each reading books.
Wang Fugui was originally sitting on the steps, reading books carefully.
Not long after, a burst of smoke floated in front of him. He couldn't help but frown, and sniffed lightly subconsciously, but he felt that the smell was fresh and elegant, and seemed to be very refreshing.
Wang Fugui was slightly startled and glanced at Han Feng beside him inadvertently.
At this moment, Han Feng was holding a book in one hand, with his legs crossed, and a small wooden pole filled with smoke in one hand. He seemed to be engrossed in reading.
Inadvertently, he took a puff of a small wooden stick and blew out a cloud of smoke on the page of the book. The smoke was filled with an otherworldly quality.
At first glance, the aura of the young man in the other party's body was actually three points stronger than his own.
Wang Fugui was a little curious and wanted to ask what this small wooden pole was. Could it be a "chimney"? But the chimney is a rough-smoking thing, and the smell is extremely pungent. How can it smell so good?
However, just now, I had already assumed a cold attitude in front of Han Feng, so I was naturally embarrassed to take the initiative to speak.
After a moment of hesitation, Wang Fugui simply moved his body a little further and continued reading with Han Feng on his back.
However, even if he turned his back, the aroma in the smoke still came over and penetrated into his nose.
The more Wang Fugui smelled it, the more fragrant it became. He couldn't help but secretly swallow his saliva, and slowly turned around. While flipping through the book, he secretly glanced at the Hua Zi in Han Feng's hand.
After a while, Wang Fugui swallowed his saliva again and again, almost squinting his eyes. He finally couldn't help it and coughed lightly.
"Ahem... Today is a clear and sunny day. It is indeed a good day to study."
Wang Fugui wanted to break the deadlock and get Han Feng to speak so that he could ask about what he was holding.
Unexpectedly, Han Feng held a cigarette in his hand and didn't speak at all, as if he didn't hear anything.
Seeing this, Wang Fugui was so angry that he coughed twice, but Han Feng just turned the pages of the book and ignored him.
Wang Fugui felt depressed and wanted to turn around and stop talking to Han Feng, but in the end he could not resist Hua Zi's temptation and said.
"That... young man, the thing in your hand is quite strange. I wonder what its origin is?"
Han Feng, who had been secretly observing the other party's reaction for a long time, saw that "Uncle Wang" finally couldn't help but take the initiative to speak. Then he looked at the other party with a proud face, shook the cigarette in his hand and said.
"The name of this thing is "Hua Zi". It is produced in the distant Kingdom of Heaven. It has a long history and profound heritage. It is a must-have for literati and poets!"
"Oh... Hua Zi!"
When Wang Fugui heard this, he couldn't help but look shocked. He looked at the cigarette rod in Han Feng's hand in surprise, and his eyes became brighter and brighter as he looked at it.
Han Feng saw Uncle Wang's eyes straightened, swallowing secretly, knowing that the time had come, and smiled lightly.
"Mr. Wang, would you like to try one?"
When Wang Fugui heard this, he wanted to adjust his tone a little more, but he couldn't resist Hua Zi's temptation, so he nodded.
"Then... come... have one."
Immediately, Han Feng skillfully passed the cigarette and started a fire, and then simply taught the other party how to use it.
Not long after, Wang Fugui was holding a book in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He took a puff from time to time and made a few pleasant "hissing" sounds from his mouth, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.
"It is worthy of being a product of the Heavenly Kingdom. It really tastes endless, wonderful, wonderful!"
Wang Fugui was full of praise and quickly finished smoking a cigarette. He couldn't help but smack his lips and turned his eyes to Han Feng again.
Han Feng naturally understood what the other party meant. He flipped his palm and took out another flower. Wang Fugui's eyes lit up and he reached out to pick it up.
Han Feng, however, held the cigarette between his fingers and did not hand it over immediately, but said slowly.
"Mr. Wang, this is my first time coming to Dianshu Pavilion. I am not very familiar with this place. I have many questions that I would like to ask. I wonder if you can help me?"
Wang Fugui had just "eat the marrow and know the taste", and he was still a little unsatisfied. He stared at the Hua Zi in Han Feng's hand and smacked his lips, but he kept his identity and could not reach out to snatch it.
Helpless, he could only hold back his throbbing and replied with a smile.
"Uh...what did little friend Han say? My friend and I hit it off right away. As the saying goes, a thousand pieces of gold are easy to get, but a confidant is hard to find.
If little friend Han has any questions, I will naturally tell you everything I know, so why not answer? "
Seeing that Wang Fugui's attitude had indeed become attentive, Han Feng curled his lips, then handed over the flower in his hand, and reached out to light it for Wang Fugui.
Wang Fugui squinted and took a deep breath, savoring it happily for a long time before looking at Han Fengdao.
"My little friend, if you have any questions, just ask."
Han Feng nodded with satisfaction and said immediately.
"Sir, how much do you know about the body-training techniques in the Classics Pavilion?"
"Physical exercises?"
Wang Fugui was slightly surprised, then glanced at Han Feng and said thoughtfully.
"I remember that there are more than a dozen body-training techniques on the third level."
Han Feng said.
"Sir, I have read all these body-training techniques. It seems that some of them are not suitable for me to practice. I wonder if there are any more advanced body-training techniques in the Book Pavilion?"
"A more advanced body-training technique?"
Wang Fugui frowned slightly and thought.
"Body training techniques that are more advanced than those on the third level are basically on the fourth or fifth level, but you are not a senior disciple and have no right to enter, so this is a bit difficult."
Han Feng observed the words and expressions, and when he saw that Wang Fugui did not stop talking, he immediately knew that something was going on.
At that moment, Han Feng took out three more Huazis and waved them gently in front of Wang Fugui.
"Since sir is responsible for cleaning up the Classics Pavilion, he must be very familiar with the classics here. If you can give me some pointers, I will be very grateful."
Seeing the three huazi in Han Feng's hand, Wang Fugui's eyelids jumped, and a subtle smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
After stroking his beard and thinking for a moment, Wang Fugui finally spoke.
"My little friend, why don't you go to the first floor and have a look?"
When Han Feng heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
"The first floor? But isn't the first floor full of inferior martial arts and martial arts, as well as many side books?"
When Wang Fugui heard this, he showed a meaningful expression, leaned close to Han Feng's ear, and whispered.
"Little friend, you don't know something. The cultivation classics on the first floor are divided into two categories. The first category is really not popular. After practicing, it is like useless, and no one bothers to practice.
But there is another category, which is the classics that no one dares to practice. "
"Hmm... don't you dare to practice?"
Han Feng's face suddenly showed an expression of interest, and he handed three huazi to Wang Fugui's hands.
"Sir, could you please clarify?"
Seeing Hua Zi take it, Wang Fugui finally showed a bright smile on his face and whispered.
“My Tiannan College’s Classics Pavilion contains countless books. Countless classics have been collected over thousands of years, especially exercises and martial arts, which are the foundation of the college. The college’s collection is particularly rich.
However, these exercises and martial arts come from a wide range of sources, and they are all kinds of strange, although most of them have historical origins and have distinct grades.
However, there are still a very small number of exercises or martial arts that do not have a clear level, or the practice methods are too extreme. During the practice, accidents are likely to occur.
The academy was unable to classify and place these classics, and was unwilling to throw them away, so they put them together with all kinds of classics.
It is all about expanding the students' horizons and knowledge, and no one dares to practice these classics. "
Having said this, Wang Fugui's expression became a little more serious and reminded him.
"Little friend, if you want to find a clever body-training technique, you can go to the first floor to try your luck, but I want to remind you.
These exercises and martial arts are either unreasonable and difficult to achieve, or even impossible to practice at all, or they are extremely dangerous and may put your life in danger at every turn. You'd better be cautious. "
When Han Feng heard this, his eyes flickered a few times, and finally he stood up and bowed to Wang Fugui.
"Thank you sir for your advice. I will go to the first floor to have a look."
With that said, Han Feng flashed and disappeared directly on the third floor.
Seeing Han Feng's sudden disappearance, Wang Fugui squinted his eyes and took another sip of Huazi, muttering to himself.
"This kid is quite interesting. He can cultivate his physical and mental strength to such an extent, and his spiritual power is also extremely solid. It is really rare. I don't know which instructor in the academy is a disciple."
Just as he was talking, the second Huazi had been smoked, and Wang Fugui glanced at the three cigarettes in his hand.
A cigarette suddenly floated up on its own and was held in his mouth. The cigarette butt immediately lit up.
"hiss……!"
"so comfortable……!"
