"Da da!"
There were hurried footsteps outside the bookstore, and then the carved dragon gate of the bookstore was pushed open.
An old butler with gray temples walked in from the outside. Although he was old, his pace was steady. Every step he stepped on, there was not even a trace of dust on the ground.
Especially the pair of old and sunken eyes, narrowed into a gap, and a cold light like a sword flowed out, which was sharper than that of a young man in his prime.
His old face was full of wrinkles, with ravines, after seeing Feng Feiyun, he smiled kindly, grabbed Feng Feiyun's arm excitedly, and said, "Master, Master, listen to those girls. You can read, is it true? Is it true?"
He asked repeatedly, his eyes full of anticipation!
The old man was in a worried mood. He hoped that Feng Feiyun would really become an adult, but he was also afraid that the answer he heard was not what he wanted, so he was overjoyed.
"Grandpa Liu, your old age is already high, you should rest more, those servants are true, it is too naive to disturb Grandpa Liu with such trivial matters." Feng Feiyun supported the old housekeeper with his backhand. .
This housekeeper Liu is the old housekeeper of Feng Feiyun's mother's family. He came to Feng's house with his dowry. After Feng Feiyun's mother died, the old housekeeper was like a grandfather, taking care of Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun's mother died when he was more than one year old. He heard that he died of illness. As for what kind of illness he had, he didn't know. It was his father Feng Wanpeng who said it.
At that time, Feng Feiyun was too young to remember anything at all, and there was only a vague image of his mother in his mind. He only knew that his mother was beautiful and gentle. There was no other woman in the world as gentle as a mother. .
In Feng Feiyun's memory, there was only a vague shadow of his mother, and his father was always busy. Every time they met, they either scolded him or beat and scolded him. The only person who could really give him a little warmth was the old man in front of him.
The old housekeeper was quite loyal to Feng Feiyun's mother. After she died of illness, she regarded Feng Feiyun as the young master, just like a servant, serving Feng Feiyun all the time. (Let's just pretend that Feng Feiyun's mother has died of illness!)
Although Feng Feiyun was domineering outside, he respected the old housekeeper and regarded him as a real elder.
"This housekeeper Liu has a good foundation and is a cultivator." Feng Feiyun could feel the strong spiritual energy flowing in the old housekeeper's body just by supporting Liu's arm. The strength above is thousands of kilograms, and one punch can smash the tigers into blood. He is definitely not an ordinary person.
Feng Feiyun's previous life was a phoenix, possessing the soul of a phoenix, how high his spiritual sense is, as long as there is a trace of spiritual energy, it is impossible to hide his sense.
Butler Liu has definitely practiced immortal classics. Although his body is old, the meridians and bones in his body are dazzling and dazzling.
This was the first cultivator that Feng Feiyun saw after he came back to life, and his cultivation was already very high in the mortal world.
With his cultivation, even if he lived to be one hundred and fifty years old, he probably wouldn't die.
If it was in the past, Feng Feiyun would not have been able to notice that there was spiritual energy in Liu Butler's body anyway!
The fact that a housekeeper is so powerful makes Feng Feiyun not only think of his mother's family, but it is definitely not a simple existence, maybe a powerful immortal family.
Butler Liu sighed: "This is not a trivial matter. If the eldest Miss Izumi knew about it, how happy she would be!"
The eldest miss in Liu's mouth is Feng Feiyun's mother.
It's just that when Butler Liu said this, there was a strange look in his eyes. Although he was quickly restrained, he was still caught by Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun's mischief outside, no one in the entire Lingzhou city knows about it, and Liu Guanjia naturally knows it. In recent years, he has been reclusive and rarely shows up again. He just wants to be invisible and no longer has any hope for him.
But suddenly I heard that Feng Feiyun actually learned to read and was still reading "The Soldiers". Butler Liu, who was already desperate, suddenly saw hope. If Feng Feiyun can correct his evil and become an adult, then he is worthy of the eldest lady. entrusted.
"If my mother really knows something, she should bless me to find a talented and beautiful daughter-in-law earlier, so that she can have a bunch of grandchildren." Feng Feiyun joked.
Butler Liu's eyes narrowed and he thought about it. If he could really find a strong and domineering strange woman, and put this bastard under his control, he might be able to make him a late bloomer.
After a man gets married, he can always mature quickly!
The more Butler Liu thought about it, the more reasonable he felt. Feng Feiyun, this little bastard, lacked discipline, so he became what he is now. It seems that he really needs to arrange a marriage for him and find a woman to take care of him.
Not only did a few good candidates flash through the old man's mind, each of them was a stunning and brilliant woman with the ability to discipline and suppress Young Master Feng's debauchery. , the female monk of the Taoist sect, the female novice of the monk's monastery, the pillars of the Qianjin Yixiaolou...
Feng Feiyun didn't know that his unintentional words had caused Butler Liu to have so many thoughts. If he knew what Butler Liu was thinking, he would probably hit the wall with regret.
"Let's go! Let's go! Your father was patrolling the city guard barracks. He heard that he has rushed back and is waiting for you in the lobby."
Butler Liu already had a plan in his mind, with a strange smile on his face, he led the way in front, and the two walked all the way towards the lobby.
In Feng Feiyun's memory, Feng Wanpeng was a stern person, with a burly body, not angry and arrogant, with a straight face, and he never seemed to smile.
Although Feng Feiyun was known as the living king of Lingzhou City, he was terrified to death in front of Feng Wanpeng, just like a mouse seeing a cat and seeing Feng Wanpeng trembling all over.
Every time at this time, Feng Wanpeng gritted his teeth, wishing he could crush this timid thing to death, it was a business to see.
Of course, this is all the past.
At this moment, Feng Wanpeng was sitting on the Taishi chair at the top of the lobby. He looked like he was in his thirties. He was wearing a white plain clothes, a pair of tiger eyes, and the two beards on his chin were quite trimmed. neat.
Feng Wanpeng is an elegant person. He has passed the exams of the Wenbang, and he has a lot of knowledge and excellent training.
Feng Wanpeng is also a strong martial artist. He has practiced some furs from the immortal gate classics. Although it is only some furs, it is more than ten times stronger than ordinary people. The thick stone wall can definitely be regarded as a master who dominates one side.
Feng Wanpeng was drinking tea gently, wearing a soft rhinoceros skin and black iron armor, reflecting a mighty cold glow under the light. After he heard the news that Feng Feiyun had learned to read, he hurried away without stopping. When he came back, he didn't even have time to take off his armor, and the hair on his head was still covered with dust.
Although he was holding a teacup, he had no intention of drinking tea at all. He glanced at Feng Feiyun lightly, and said lightly, "I heard that you can read? How many characters can you recognize?"
Feng Wanpeng naturally knew his son's virtue better than anyone else, and did not have high expectations for him.
However, Feng Feiyun is his only biological son after all. If this little beast can really change his ways, he will definitely cultivate him to become a talent at all costs.
If you can really read, it is already a considerable improvement.
"In my spare time, I have learned some words by myself, so there should be no problem in reading books." Feng Feiyun said neither humble nor arrogant, he still respected Feng Wanpeng's father.
Of course, these words are just excuses. It is impossible for him to tell Feng Wanpeng that he is possessed by a ghost and has undergone a transformation of soul fusion, let alone literacy. . If he said so, I'm afraid Feng Wanpeng would have to get rid of him as a monster.
Feng Wanpeng raised his brows, squinted his eyes, and said to himself: "This little bastard is so frightened that he kneels on the ground and kowtows when he sees me on weekdays, he can't even say a word, but today he can stand in front of me. Answering like a calm, could it be that you have suddenly become enlightened?"
Feng Wanpeng's heart was slightly happy, but his face did not show it. He put down the teacup and said lightly: "I heard that you are reading "The Soldiers", what do you think?"
Feng Feiyun just flipped a few pages just now. In fact, his research on "The Soldier's Theory" was not deep.
But Feng Wanpeng felt extraordinary after hearing the news. After all, in the Shenjin Dynasty, he wanted to stand out, enter the Shenwu military camp, slay demons, enemies, thieves, fight legions, win the commander's seal, make military merits, and achieve an indomitable greatness. Career, this is the best choice. A general with a million military power definitely has more right to speak than the scholar-officials, princes and nobles above the court.
Although the Divine Jin Dynasty was a mortal kingdom, it also had many cultivators. Many big families and sects had incomplete books on cultivating immortals. Some geniuses and heroes were even able to cultivate successfully.
Therefore, although this is a human kingdom, there are many strong people, but very few people who are proficient in the art of war.
There are many warriors and few generals!
Feng Feiyun does not have the talent for cultivation, he knows this, but if he can make a difference in the art of war, then he will be able to stand out and flourish.
Of course, the key now is to see if he has the potential to become a handsome general.
A bastard who only knows how to soak in women, can have some insight, Feng Wanpeng feels that he still overestimates him, and still has no hope in his heart.
Lest the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.