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"Pavilion Master, Pavilion Master, wake up, there are big fish!"
A series of anxious calls made Feng Yi frowned and yelled, and reluctantly opened his eyes to see which bastard disturbed his young master Feng's dream.
When he opened his eyes, he froze.
"You who are you?"
Feng Yi looked up and down at a strange face that suddenly appeared in front of him, his eyebrows were lowered and he smiled shyly, and his features were quite pretty, but how could he look like an ancient person with his clothes? !
"Brother, are you acting?"
The man was stunned for two seconds, as if frightened, "Pavilion Master, are you are you okay? Why are you talking nonsense? Little one, the little one is Lin Biao! Pavilion Master, you can't just because of a big sum of money The business is too happy, and the mind is not clear, right?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to try Feng Yi's forehead, but was slapped off by Feng Yi's slap, "Who is the master of the pavilion or not? See clearly, grandpa, I am Feng Yi, known as Young Master Feng, stop making trouble .Go and go, stay where it¡¯s cool. Don¡¯t disturb Grandpa Qingmeng.¡±
"PavilionPavilion Master." Lin Biao's eyes widened in surprise, and he slumped on the ground, muttering, "It's over, it's over, the pavilion master is out of his mind! It's over, it's over ?¡¡±
"You're the one out of your mind!" Feng Yi kicked him directly, "What nonsense are you talking about, and you cursed your grandfather and me, don't you want to live?"
"No, no, no, it's the little one. The little one has lost his mind" Lin Biao rushed out the door with a trembling voice.
"Hey" Feng Yi stretched out his hand and said helplessly, "Why are you running? No, where is this?"
Take a look at the antique decorations around, they are similar to the costumes of the ancient rich families on TV, there are many screens, bead curtains, calligraphy and painting vases. Feng Yi strolled over and looked at them one by one.
"Oh, I'll go." Feng Yi was dumbfounded, unwilling to let go of his hand playing with the jewelry, "Is this true? This workmanship, this carving, it's okay!"
Feng Yi is an orphan, he has traveled all over the world for some years, and he has made a name for himself on the road, so he has seen a lot of good things, among which there are many dead things.
"Pavilion Master!" Lin Biao rushed in, "Pavilion Master, the doctor is here!"
"Is this thing real?" Feng Yi was holding a vase and asked, when he heard Lin Biao's words, he frowned, "Doctor? Why are you here?"
"Naturally, it is to cure the Pavilion Master's illness!" Lin Biao said sincerely.
"You are the only one who is sick! Your whole family is sick!" Feng Yi countered.
Lin Biao ignored it, but said to the Langzhong with an impatient look, "Look, Langzhong, how sick my Pavilion Master is! You must save my Pavilion Master!"
"Don't worry, Pavilion Master's illness is not difficult to cure." The doctor stroked his beard and said meaningfully.
"Hey! No, did you listen to me?" Feng Yi got angry, "Go out to inquire, Grandpa and I are also a gangster. People call him Young Master Feng! No! Old man, what are you doing!"
Just as he was about to fight back, he saw the white-bearded old man's index finger and middle finger merge, and with lightning speed, hit him in the middle of the forehead, as if something had been poured into him, and then his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.
"Damn old man, your uncle"
After muttering this sentence, Feng Yi fell into a deep sleep, his mind was in chaos, like a huge cocoon, wrapped around the internal organs, and then slowly opened layer by layer, it was a world he had never seen before, joy, anger, sorrow, joy , joys and sorrows.
It is him, but it is not him.
After half an hour, Feng Yi woke up, his whole body was a little sluggish, his brows and eyes were drooping, as if his soul had come out of his body, without any energy.
Lin Biao cautiously waited aside, and asked with concern, "Pavilion MasterPavilion Master, how do you feel?"
Feng Yi didn't reply.
Lin Biao was a little anxious, "Pavilion Master, if you say something, will it feel better?"
Feng Yi looked up at Lin Biao with complicated emotions, "I seem to have a dream."
"What dream?"
"A dream that empathizes with me." Feng Yi said vaguely, looking around, "Where's the old man with the white beard?"
"What old man with a white beard?" Lin Biao looked blank, "What are you talking about, Pavilion Master? You have been saying strange things since you woke up, and you suddenly fainted, scaring me to death."
Feng Yi frowned, he had indeed seen an old man with white beard before he passed out, and he was the one who forced this memory into his mind, it seems that if he wanted to leave, he had to find the old man with white beard.
"It's his uncle!" Feng Yi cursed secretly, "Lin Biao to issue orders.?The Xuanji Pavilion spies from all over the world have found me an old man with a white beard! "
Lin Biao was a little confused, but he had to obey the orders given by the Pavilion Master, "Yes, but Pavilion Master, what does this white-bearded old man look like?"
"Human face is beastly, pretending to be a beast, dressed like a beast, like a dog!" Feng Yi gritted his teeth.
Lin Biao asked in embarrassment, "Is the pavilion master talking about a human being? Is there anything specific?"
"Sharp teeth, sharp mouth, wicked eyebrows, rogue eyes, one look is not a good person!"
"Er" Lin Biao could hear Feng Yi grinding his teeth, and he didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he quickly responded, "I've made a note of it, and I'll do it now."
Feng Yi gave a "hmm", waved his hands casually, and suddenly remembered something, and asked, "You just said, what big fish?"
Lin Biao came back with a smile on his face and said, "If you go back to the pavilion master, there is a big business outside, and the deal is extremely generous. I want to see the pavilion master by name. Has the pavilion master met you?"
Feng Yi raised his brows lightly, "How can there be no reason for the door-to-door delivery business? Let's go and have a look."
"Come on!" Lin Biao led the way.
The continent where it is now is called Tianyong Continent, standing outside the Three Realms, beside the Yunyang River, it is a hidden place.
On the Tianyong Continent, there are spells passed down from ancient times. They are divided into gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, and then extended to the three systems of wind, thunder, and ice. Those who practice are divided into twelve levels to distinguish between strong and weak. Inherited and evolved from generation to generation, the spell has been weakened, and it is no longer what it used to be.
The tenth level is the bottleneck of the celestial master's realm. There is no one above it, and there are very few who can reach the tenth level. Those who can reach the eighth level are already able to walk sideways in Tianyong Continent. Even the royal family has to give three points and treat each other with courtesy.
The Xuanji Pavilion where Feng Yi is located is a mysterious and unpredictable sect in Jianghu. There are spies all over half of Tianyong Continent, and they are doing shady business. In the rivers and lakes, there is both good and evil.
Now, Feng Yi is the new generation master of Xuanji Pavilion, holding the lifeblood of Xuanji Pavilion, there are very few rumors about Feng Yi in the world, only known to be the grandson of the old pavilion master, cruel and bloodthirsty . As for the others, I don't know at all.
Thinking of this, Feng Yi couldn't help sighing, one step more carefully, dressing as a vicious male supporting role, what should I do? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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