The child is called Lu Fei. He does not know his parents or origin. He was adopted by Wang Shidao since he was a child. Wang Shidao did not regard him as an adopted son, nor did he allow Lu Fei to treat him as an elder.
The relationship between the two was very strange, and Atimo even accidentally discovered that Wang Shidao was a little respectful to Lu Fei.
Since then, Atimo would be very friendly every time he saw Lu Fei in the city.
He smiled and said, "Brother Lu, please take me in."
The entrance of Zhizhizhai is not big, but once you enter, you will find a different world. The construction of the entire Zhizhizhai is unique, and the furnishings everywhere are well-proportioned. Whether it is a small bridge, flowing water, or a cornice, they all show a beautiful and indifferent mood.
Wang Shidao was in the pavilion next to the pool. Opposite him sat a man who couldn't tell how old he was.
This person is a man with clear and handsome features and a pair of slender hands. He sits casually, as if he is floating on the white clouds. There were many masters in Maha City, and Atimo had seen many of them, but he knew that this man might be more masterful than any master he had ever seen before.
When Atimo walked into the pavilion, the man happened to turn his head, and his crystal-pure eyes looked at him. Atimo suddenly felt as if his soul had been cleansed, just like the young leaves emerging from the branches after a heavy rain. , nothing vulgar.
The man smiled and said: "The preparation of snow lotus wine is not always better as long as it lasts. Three years is the best year."
Atimo replied with a smile: "This gentleman is right, and the bottle of snow lotus wine today has been stored in the wine cellar of the Lord of Maha City for three years, not more than one day, not less than one day."
Without Atimo noticing, the man gently and deftly took away the jar of snow lotus wine. With a pop, the mouth of the jar opened. The wine emerged from the mouth of the altar, divided into two water lines, and then changed to look like two wine glasses. It was crystal clear, the wine was clear, and the faint fragrance floated in the pavilion, making people's ears and eyes clear.
Wang Shidao finally spoke and said, "Atimo, you go to the front yard first."
He is an extremely serious person, and when he speaks, people subconsciously dare not refuse. Moreover, Atimo would not go against Wang Shidao's words, so he bowed to the two of them and slowly retreated.
The man smiled and said, "Why don't you accept him as your apprentice."
Wang Shidao said lightly: "The qualifications are too poor and the blessings are too shallow."
The man shook his head and said, "I think you don't want to implicate him."
Wang Shidao pondered for a while and said: "Yes."
The man said: "You actually have such a tender side. Compared with the past, you have changed a lot."
Wang Shidao replied: "Master Dengfeng has also lost the heroic spirit of his previous life."
The man smiled, then sighed: "In the past, what I practiced was the heavyness of the mountain, but now I am the clear spirit of the wind. My temperament has naturally changed, and climbing the peak has long been a thing of the past. Now I am called Bei Feng. I am sad for the past and the past. Follow the wind."
"You have indeed changed a lot since you came back from reincarnation. Tell me why you came." Wang Shidao drank one of the glasses of wine, and his eyes fell leisurely on Taoist Beifeng.
Sad Wind said: "Ten thousand years ago, Mahakasyapa received Indra's three swords. You should know."
"I know." Wang Shidao's eyes glowed. The most outstanding battle he had seen in his life was that battle.
Sad Wind said: "Maha Kasyapa was injured by Indra's three swords, but he also learned a set of sword techniques from them."
"This is just nonsense among the market and cannot be taken seriously." Wang Shidao said calmly.
"You say this, but in your heart you know it's true. You haven't stepped out of Maha City for ten thousand years. Aren't you looking for that sword technique?" Beifeng said leisurely.
The calm water surface in the pool rippled, which was a reflection of Wang Shidao's inner unrest.
When Beifeng saw this, he smiled and said nothing, and just drank the wine.
Master Wang said: "You know the whereabouts of that sword technique."
Beifeng said: "I know."
"Where is it?" Wang Shidao asked unabashedly. He had indeed been looking for that sword technique for a long time. It was not only a sword technique, but also Kasyapa's summary of his life's Buddhism. With Maha Kasyapa's talent and talent, that sword technique was The sword technique is bound to be a supreme magical power, comparable to Zhen Yuanzi's invincible secrets of the Tathagata's Palm, which can be compared to Zhen Yuanzi's Secret Master's Secret Skill.
Beifeng said: "The Kasyapa Temple in the city."
Wang Shidao shook his head and said: "I have been there many times and there is nothing there."
Beifeng said: "If you follow me now, you will definitely find it."
Wang Shidao said lightly: "Then why don't you go by yourself."
Sad Wind said: "I cannot break the barrier set by Maha Kassapa by myself."
Wang Shidao said in a deep voice: "You can go find someone else."
Beifeng leisurely said: "It is better to come to you than to find someone else."
His eyes were clear and he looked straight at Wang Shidao, completely calm.
"I believe you once."
Beifeng smiled casually and bowed to Wang Shidao. Then he held the wine jar of snow lotus wine in his arms and said with a chuckle: "This wine is good. You are not a wine lover, so I'll take it."
Before Wang Shidao could answer, the sad wind had turned into a melodious wind and left the gate.
Wang Shidao watched the sad wind go away. From his escape from the wind, he caught a glimpse of the solidity that was as immovable as a mountain. He knew that this man had already practiced Taiyue's True Form Technique to the pinnacle since he had awakened from reincarnation. Keep its meaning but not its shape. Even if the giant spirit gods of the ancient heaven were still alive, I am afraid that they would all be at a disadvantage in terms of pure physical strength.
As for Beifeng's other adventures, he also saw the clues. They were the inheritance of Uncle Feng, and he got them. In other words, the person behind the sad wind is Uncle Feng.
It's just that the legend has it that Uncle Feng has already been killed by Yi, so if there is a backer behind Bei Feng, and the possibility of it being Uncle Feng is not very high.
He thought about this, feeling quite sad, and then walked to the front yard. Lu Fei was sitting on the rockery reading a book, and Atimo stood respectfully in front of the courtyard door.
Wang Shidao was very happy to see Atimo performing the ceremony like this, but his master had once said that the Xuantian Sect could not be revived, and he could not accept disciples. At that time, he solemnly agreed.
Therefore, he has not shown any closeness to Atimo over the years.
But his heart is not made of stone. No matter how utilitarian Atimo is in approaching him, at least he still has a lot of sincerity. No one is perfect in the world, regardless of deeds. This is the real world of mortals.
Wang Shidao glanced at Lu Fei, then nodded slightly to Atimo, and said: "I will go out tonight. You and Lu Fei stay here. No matter what happens, you have to wait until I come back." You can leave Zhizhizhai.”
When Atimo saw the seriousness on Wang Shidao's face, his heart suddenly became solemn. At the same time, he guessed that Wang Shidao's instructions must be related to the guests who had just arrived.