The blind man's words made Nanfeng have two questions in his mind at the same time, but he could only ask one by one, "How did you know I would come back?"
"I was there last night," said the blind man.
Nan Feng nodded. The blind man stayed at the ruined temple last night. He knew what everyone said and did. He also knew what happened and who had their temperament. The blind man guessed him based on what happened and what he knew about him. Will definitely come back to look for companions.
"Why are you waiting for me?" Nanfeng asked the second question.
The blind man fumbled and picked up the teacup, holding it thoughtfully.
"Are you going to accept me as your disciple?" Nanfeng guessed.
"Why do you say this?" the blind man asked.
The blind man's question surprised Nanfeng. He didn't expect the blind man to ask him back, and he didn't understand what the blind man meant.
Seeing that he didn't speak, the blind man explained, "Why did you make this conjecture?"
This time Nanfeng understood. The blind man asked him what the basis of his guess was, but he understood clearly, and it was difficult to express it, because some things can be thought of in the mind, but it will change when spoken with the mouth.
He didn't speak, and the blind man didn't urge him. Instead, he held the tea cup and waited for him.
Even though he knew that the blind man was waiting for him, Nanfeng still didn't speak. It wasn't that he didn't know what to say, but he was hesitant about whether he should say it or not, and what the consequences would be if he said it.
Since the blind man couldn't see, Nanfeng dared to look directly at him, trying to get clues from his expression. What he didn't expect was that the long wait not only didn't make the blind man angry, but instead made him smile.
Finally Nanfeng mustered up the courage to tell the truth, "I brought you hot water last night, and I got up to light a fire for you after you coughed. You may not have a bad impression of me."
"Is there any more?" the blind man asked with a smile.
"Yes," Nanfeng started, not having anything to worry about anymore, "You can detect the demonic energy more than ten miles away, and you can also change my appearance in an instant. This shows that you are a capable person, but you You obviously don’t want others to know your identity by pretending to be a fortune teller, but you showed your skills in front of me, so I guess you want to accept me as your disciple.”
The blind man put down his tea cup and nodded happily, "It's rare."
Nanfeng picked up the teapot and helped the blind man fill the cup, then put down the teapot and waited for the blind man to speak.
The blind man did not speak immediately, but picked up the teacup and slowly twisted it. As he twisted it, the tea in the cup gradually overflowed from the mouth of the cup, and a beautiful lotus flower condensed from the top of the teacup. The flower bloomed with seven petals and was smart. if true.
Just as Nan Feng stared in horror, the lotus flower condensed from tea suddenly turned into a three-inch ice arrow. The blind man moved his right hand slightly, and the ice arrow flew out quickly, penetrated the east wall, and disappeared without a trace.
Nanfeng had long known that the blind man was an expert, but he didn't expect that he was so powerful. Not only could he turn tea into lotus flowers, he could also turn water into ice in an instant, turning it into sharp ice arrows that could penetrate walls.
The blind man put down his teacup and said calmly, "I do want you to follow me, but I can't accept you as my disciple."
"Then why do you want me to follow you?" Nanfeng asked doubtfully. Of course he wanted to learn powerful kung fu, but everything had to be explained why. Kung fu belongs to others, so why should I teach it to you for nothing.
The blind man sighed, "There is something very important waiting for me to do, but I can't see it and I need someone to help me."
"Yes." Nanfeng nodded. It was easy to tell from the blind man's tone that he had not been blind for a long time and had not yet fully adapted to the life of a blind man.
"There are some things I should tell you in advance. It's not safe for you to follow me and you may be in danger." The blind man paused for a moment, then said, "But you will also gain something. Although I can't accept you. Being a disciple can teach you some skills. It is not difficult to make a living, and it is also possible to become famous."
"Okay, I'm willing to follow you." Nanfeng solemnly expressed his position. The reason why he had never agreed to follow the blind man before was because the two were not related. He couldn't benefit from others in vain, but he also wouldn't help others in vain. Now the blind man has made it very clear that he cannot be accepted as his disciple. To put it bluntly, you do things for me and I teach you my skills. He can accept this.
The blind man nodded, "There is some steamed buns in the bag, you can eat it."
Nan Feng was indeed hungry, so he took out two steamed buns from the blind man's bag and gave one to the blind man's hand, "Old sir, you can eat too."
"I'm not hungry, you can take it and eat it." The blind man put the bun on the table, "Tell me, what do you want to learn?"
Upon hearing this, Nanfeng became more energetic and asked, "What do you know?"
"You just need to tell me what you want to learn." The blind man's tone was calm but confident.
"I want to learn how to play capon." Nanfeng said with a smile.
The blind man shook his head helplessly when he heard this. Capons are castrated roosters. This is a despicable craft. Naturally, Nanfeng will not really want to learn it. This is because he is too full of words and is trying to squeeze him.
"What martial arts did you use just now?" Nanfeng asked.
"That's not martial arts, it's Taoism." The blind man replied.
"Are you a Taoist priest?" Nanfeng was a little surprised.
"It used to be." The blind man nodded slowly.
"Can you teach me the Taoist technique you just used?" Nanfeng asked. He didn't see anything else. The blind man's trick just now left a deep impression on him.
"Depending on your qualifications, even if you practice hard for sixty years, you may not be able to use the water-bending technique." The blind man shook his head and said.
Nan Feng was originally full of hope, but the blind man's words were like a basin of cold water pouring down his whole body, "How do you know that I am not qualified?"
"I tried it with spiritual energy last night," the blind man shook his head again, "There are five of you with very good qualifications, but it's a pity that you are not among them."
When Nanfeng heard this, his worries turned into joy, "We are sworn brothers. It doesn't matter if they are good, they can help me in the future. By the way, there are seven of us, five are good, and who is the other one who is bad?"
"Qualifications come from innateness. If there are ten points, then all five of them will get seven points or more. You can still get five points, which is considered normal. Poor boy who stole the chicken, I'm afraid he didn't even get three points." The blind man said.
"You're talking about Fatty." Nanfeng laughed.
The blind man nodded, "You don't need to be too depressed. As the saying goes, diligence can make up for weakness. Besides, if you are smart and careful, as long as you persevere, you will eventually gain something."
"Okay, I remember." Nanfeng knew that the blind man was comforting him, but he had no idea about talent. He was disappointed because he could not learn the blind man's powerful spells.
"It's getting late, let's rest early." The blind man stood up.
Nan Feng immediately stood up, walked over and helped the blind man to the fire bed, helped him lay out the bedding, and brought him water to wash his feet. He did all this out of sincerity. If he hadn't been blind, he would probably be dead by now. He was beaten to death by the drugstore clerk, so he had to serve him well both emotionally and rationally.
In the north, there are all heated kangs. The heated kang in the main room can sleep several people. The south wind sleeps inside and the blind man sleeps outside.
There was no movement after the blind man lay down. Nanfeng couldn't sleep. "Old sir, I must have a name when I follow you from now on."
"You can call me master." The blind man responded.
"If you don't accept me as your apprentice, I still have to call you master. Aren't I at a disadvantage?" Nanfeng complained.
"You can also call me sir." The blind man said again.
"Forget it, it's too hard to say." Nanfeng said.
In fact, he still had a lot of questions to ask, such as the blind man's true age, what color his cultivation level was, what was the very important thing the blind man wanted to do, and what exactly was the fragment of the Book of Heaven.
But in the end he held back, leaving these things for later. Asking all the questions would definitely annoy the blind man. It would be bad if he wasn't allowed to follow. The days are long, so take your time...