Although she was very curious about what Wang Huachi and Qin Hao were talking about, and it was a bit mysterious, Yun Shan still wisely said that she would go to the kitchen to help, leaving room for the two to talk.
Qin Hao followed Wang Huachi to the study. The latter took out a painting from the bookshelf with a solemn expression and spread it flat on the desk.
"This is the portrait left by my father. According to my father, the monk in this portrait is the ancestor. My father said that he was not talented enough and could not achieve Taoism. He had no way to become a disciple of the master. Fortunately, the master took pity on him and accepted him as a registered disciple. Disciple. I used to feel strange, wondering if my father was confused. What's the use of leaving a portrait that's so old? But I didn't expect that today I would actually be waiting for someone."
Wang Huachi lamented when he talked about the past, and even shed tears when he recalled his father.
Qin Hao took a step forward and looked at the portrait. He was immediately dumbfounded. The person in the portrait was none other than the old bald donkey with kidney deficiency who taught him this skill.
A long time ago, Qin Hao knew that the old bald donkey was a super monster with unfathomable cultivation. Otherwise, he would not have made a big fuss in the military, but in the end he could not take ten moves in front of the old bald donkey.
However, he never imagined that this guy could live for so many years, and his appearance and portrait would remain almost unchanged.
According to Wang Huachi, this portrait was painted by his father in his early twenties, before he was born yet. Now his father is dead, and he himself is in his sixties and almost seventy. According to this calculation, the old bald donkey with kidney deficiency must be at least 130 or 40 years old. His appearance is still around fifty years old. He is really a monster. .
Fortunately, the old guy's appearance remained unchanged, so Qin Hao was able to recognize him in the portrait at a glance.
"Actually, the one in this portrait is my master. His name is empty. I wonder if your father has mentioned it to you?" Qin Hao saw Wang Huachi looking at him with doubts on his face and knew that he had doubts in his heart. After hesitating for a moment, he still Decide to tell the other person the truth.
Wang Huachi's expression suddenly froze, he looked at Qin Hao blankly, and couldn't help but blurt out: "You mean, you are the disciple of Master Kong Kong? My father's junior disciple?"
Wang Huachi still knew a little bit about Monk Kong. The reason why he didn't mention it was because he deliberately kept it in case Qin Hao was not who his father said he was.
He still remembered that he had met Monk Kong Kong once when he was a child. It was after that time that his father began to teach him medical skills and some basic methods of breathing and health. Otherwise, he would not be so energetic at this age. Rarely sick.
However, after that meeting, Monk Kong never appeared again, let alone came to their home. It was not until his father passed away that he left this portrait and those last words.
Looking at Wang Huachi who was so shocked that he could barely close his mouth from ear to ear, Qin Hao could understand. After all, so many years had passed. According to ordinary people's understanding, the old bald donkey with kidney deficiency should have passed away long ago, but now, a disciple suddenly appeared. , at such a young age, this is unrealistic.
"Yes, not only that, but the master is still alive in the world. We all lived in Panlong Temple in Panlong Mountain before. Not long ago, after I came down from the mountain, the master went on a long trip. Even I don't know where he is now. where?"
Wang Huachi swallowed his saliva and asked with some doubt: "Master is still alive, so isn't he like an immortal?"
Qin Hao smiled: "I don't know exactly how old the old guy is. According to what you said, he must be at least one hundred, forty or fifty. To say he is an immortal may be too much, but he should be considered a real Qi practitioner."
As he spoke, he specifically pointed to the door: "Don't be too surprised. There are so many things in this world that science cannot explain and are beyond human cognition. Practitioners are one of them. Don't you also believe it? These? Otherwise, why would you have been hanging on to the money of the Five Emperors for so many years?"
Wang Huachi nodded, fully agreeing with Qin Hao's point of view. A long time ago, he also felt that his father was talking nonsense, and the so-called Feng Shui and spells to cure diseases were feudal superstitions and harmful things.
But when he saw that his father actually used the talisman left by his master to save a terminally ill patient who was impossible to cure at the time, he had to believe that these were all facts.
Wang Huachi sighed and lowered his head to cover up the injustice in his heart. His eyes happened to glance across Qin Hao's right hand, and he was suddenly shocked. He quickly grabbed the portrait and looked at it carefully.
"That's right, that's right, the leader's token is really exactly the same..." After careful verification, Wang Huachi discovered that the ring worn on Qin Hao's right hand was exactly the same as the one on the master's hand in the portrait. He once heard his father mention that it was the master's token. Since the master could hand over the master's token to Qin Hao, the relationship between master and disciple was basically confirmed.
Without saying a word, Wang Huachi bent down to salute Qin Hao. Since his identity had been confirmed, the family rules must still be followed.
Although Qin Hao is young, in his early twenties, he has a high seniority. Not only does he hold the leader's token, but according to his seniority, he is also a close disciple of his master, his father's junior brother, and his senior uncle.
Qin Hao was startled by Wang Huachi's sudden move. He stretched out his hand, and an invisible force supported Wang Huachi: "Dean Wang, what are you doing?"
When Wang Huachi saw Qin Hao moving his hands, he was held up out of thin air. He immediately admired the skills of this little uncle, and quickly said respectfully: "Uncle, please don't call me "Wang" again in the future. Dean, this is embarrassing me. Xiaochi, Huachi, these are the names my father and elders call me, you can call me whatever you want. After all, you are the head of our sect and my elder uncle. I kowtow too much. If you pay me a visit, then I have to abide by the rules.”
Qin Hao was slightly stunned, pointing to the ring on the middle finger of his right hand, and asked in surprise: "You said, this is the leader's token? Then do you know what sect we are?"
Wang Huachi was even more stunned: "Uncle, don't you know? Master, didn't he tell you?"
Qin Hao shook his head: "The old guy never told me its origin. This ring was given to me a long time ago. He didn't tell me what it was. He only said it was a treasure."
"I see. Actually, I don't know the origin of the sect. I only found out about this ring from what my father said. Otherwise, I'm not sure that what you said is true."
Wang Huachi said with a smile, thought for a while, and spoke again: "Since Master hasn't told you anything, Uncle Master, I will tell you some past events. In fact, my father is not the only named disciple of Master, but there is also This Tianhai, then Xiang Yuntian and Junior Brother Xiang’s father. My father and Junior Brother Xiang’s father are good brothers who have known each other for many years. They became friends with their ancestors together that year. My father studied medicine and martial arts from Junior Brother’s father. But later on , something happened to my junior brother, I wanted to tell my master, but I couldn't find any information, so I had no choice but to let it go."
"Xiang Yuntian is also the old guy's registered apprentice? Is that why you treat Sister Shan with such love and care?" (To be continued)