Diary of the life of a working wizard

Every family has its own rules, every family has its own rules, and the Wuxian Clan has been passed down for many years. Although the talent has long since withered and there are not many disciples, the rules of the sect have always been there. If Feng Wenbo is just Feng Gaofeng's son and has not entered the Wu Xian sect, then it doesn't matter. If Feng Wenbo wants to be polite and respectful, he can call Xia Yunjie his uncle according to the seniority relationship between his father and Xia Yunjie. Otherwise, he can continue to call him uncle. Xia Yunjie Xiaoxia. After all, there is a big age difference between the two, and Feng Gaofeng has been dead for many years. On the contrary, the latter title is more suitable for the development of modern society.

But now that Feng Wenbo has entered the Wuxian Sect, that is, he is a disciple of the Wuxian Sect. As the master of the Wuxian Sect, Xia Yunjie can no longer be polite to him. Hearing this, he let go and just looked at the silver-haired man. Professor Feng felt uncomfortable all over when he remembered that he wanted to call him by his name, but he wanted to call him uncle.

As a teacher, Feng Wenbo values ​​​​respecting teachers and teaching, and Chinese medicine has always valued the inheritance of teachers, so when such a young master suddenly appeared, Feng Wenbo did not feel that there was anything unnatural. On the contrary, he was still very happy. Excitement is thrilling. After all, the person in front of him was a close disciple of his master. Although he was young, he might have real abilities in the witchcraft sect. Even if he doesn't have any real skills, since his master dies normally, he will always pass on some "secrets" of his sect before his death to avoid losing the tradition. Unlike his father, who died suddenly and left nothing behind, so that except for some medical skills, he, a disciple of the Wu Xian Sect, didn't even know the most basic Wu Sect magic. So as soon as Xia Yunjie let go, Feng Wenbo immediately said: "Uncle, wait a moment, I will find you some change of clothes first. After you take a shower, we will talk in detail."

"That's fine, I'll help you." Xia Yunjie nodded, wanting to act like a sect leader, but in the end he was still a little embarrassed and said some kind words.

"Uncle, you're welcome." Feng Wenbo replied hurriedly, and then hurried upstairs happily to look for a change of clothes for Xia Yunjie.

Within a moment, Feng Wenbo brought down a bunch of clothes, pants, bath towels and other things, and then led Xia Yunjie to the bathroom door. He was going to put these things away himself, but Xia Yunjie had already grabbed them.

"The underwear is new. Those clothes, pants and bath towel belong to my son, but they are all clean. Uncle, please use them for now. If you need anything, call me." Seeing this, Feng Wenbo had no choice but to follow Xia Yunjie. After saying a few words at the door, he turned back to the living room and waited.

Feng Wenbo's son should be about the same height as Xia Yunjie, but his body shape should be bigger than him, so the clothes and pants worn by Xia Yunjie are about the same length except for being slightly looser. Moreover, those clothes and pants are from good brands, and the tailoring and materials are more particular. . As the saying goes, a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. Not to mention that Xia Yunjie put on a good suit of clothes, and his whole person actually showed some spirit and temperament. Anyone who didn't know his details would never guess that he was just a bartender.

Seeing Xia Yunjie come out of the bathroom, Feng Wenbo, who had been waiting anxiously, hurriedly greeted him and said with a smile: "Uncle, are these clothes suitable?"

"Not bad, not bad. To be honest, I have never worn such good clothes." Xia Yunjie said honestly, a little shyly.

When Feng Wenbo saw Xia Yunjie say this, he remembered that the clothes he wore before were very simple, and he couldn't help but secretly wonder what the uncle in front of him did. According to his opinion, since Xia Yunjie is a close disciple of his master, even if he has not yet mastered his skills because of his youth, he is definitely much better than ordinary people, and he should live a very nourishing life. Why do you seem to be living so hard?

However, it was not easy to ask in detail at this time. Feng Wenbo smiled and changed the subject: "Uncle, please sit down and eat a piece of watermelon to quench your thirst first. This melon is grown in my own yard."

As he said this, Feng Wenbo personally picked up a piece of cut watermelon and handed it to Xia Yunjie politely. Xia Yunjie wanted to be polite, but after all, he was the master of the sect. Since Feng Wenbo was his disciple, it would be inappropriate to be too polite. He reached out to pick up the watermelon carelessly.

Seeing Xia Yunjie reaching out to pick up the watermelon, Feng Wenbo's eyes subconsciously fell on his hand.

At the lakeside before, Feng Wenbo was so focused on Xia Yunjie's slapping movements that he didn't notice the ring on his little finger. Even if he noticed it, he wouldn't think of it as a token of the master of the Wu Xian Sect. But this time Feng Wenbo noticed the ring on Xia Yunjie's little finger, and couldn't help but trembled all over. His hand shook and he almost dropped the watermelon to the ground. Fortunately, Xia Yunjie's hand quickly caught it.

As a disciple of the Wu Xian Sect, even though Feng Wenbo was young when he entered the school, he knew that this ring was a token of the master. The one who gets this ring is the head of the Wuxian Clan, and has the power of life and death over his disciples.

Xia Yunjie took the watermelon and sat down to eat it. However, he had just lowered his head and was about to bite the watermelon when Feng Wenbo already bent his knees and shouted: "Feng Wenbo, a young disciple of the Wu Xian Clan, pays homage..."

Seeing this, Xia Yunjie hurriedly reached out to hold Feng Wenbo's arm and said, "The times are different now, and you are older, so there is no need to..."

"Having said that, the sect's rules cannot be abolished. Please allow me to do the big ceremony this time. From now on, there will be many people and we will be more casual." Feng Wenbo insisted.

Seeing Feng Wenbo say this, Xia Yunjie had no choice but to let him sit upright on the sofa, accepted Feng Wenbo's respectful bow, and then helped him up.

After helping Feng Wenbo up, Xia Yunjie sat down again, and then asked Feng Wenbo, who was still standing aside, to sit down, as if he was the owner of the villa, which made Xia Yunjie quite awkward.

"Well, this melon is pretty good." Xia Yunjie sat down again and ate the watermelon in two or two mouthfuls. He praised it and then asked, "When did Senior Brother Feng leave?"

"My father passed away during the Anti-Japanese War. I was only thirteen years old that year..." When Feng Wenbo saw Xia Yunjie asking about his father, he couldn't help but fall into the memories of his father, recounting those days in detail. Tell Xia Yunjie everything that happened there.

After Xia Yunjie finished listening, he sighed for a long time and said: "No wonder Master mentioned that when I returned to the village where you originally lived after two years, I couldn't see you. Later, I asked in every possible way but didn't hear about Senior Brother Feng. After hearing the news, I started to make some predictions and found out that Brother Feng was in trouble and most likely passed away, but you should still be alive. But there was nowhere to be found in the vast sea. I searched for you in the Changqian area for several months but failed. Give up."

Feng Wenbo heard that his master had been searching for him in his hometown for several months. He couldn't help but think of his kind look when he touched his head. He couldn't help but shed a few tears and said, "My father killed him at that time." Many Japanese wanted to kill them all and searched for me everywhere, so I fled to Shanghai. Later, after many twists and turns, I finally settled in Jiangzhou City."

"I see. It's a pity that Master is no longer here, otherwise I would be very happy to see you again." Xia Yunjie couldn't help but sigh after hearing this.

"I wonder where Master Master lives now?" Feng Wenbo also sighed and then asked.

"My hometown is an unknown hill in Shangyang County. If you are free during the Qingming Festival next year, I will take you to pay homage to his old man." Xia Yunjie replied.

Jiangzhou City has five districts and six counties under its jurisdiction, and Shangyang County is one of them.

Feng Wenbo heard that his master had been living in Jiangzhou City all these years, and he couldn't help but regret that he had missed his master.

The two of them sat in the living room and talked about some of the life stories of Wu Ze and Feng Gaofeng. When they mentioned that Feng Gaofeng passed away early and left nothing behind, Feng Wenbo couldn't help but cautiously probed: "Uncle Master, Master. Zu Ta is a strange man who has never been born in the world, and his witchcraft skills are unpredictable. At that time, my father only learned a little bit, but he saved the entire Fengjia Village from nearly a hundred Japs. His medical skills were even more impressive. It's a pity. Back then, I was young and ignorant, and my time in the industry was short. I only learned one-tenth or two-tenths of the medical skills, and I didn’t even scratch the surface of the witchcraft. I only knew how to breathe and breathe for health. But it has also benefited me a lot throughout my life. Not only have I made great achievements in medical skills, I have gained some false reputations, but I have never suffered from any physical illness. Every time I think of this, I feel extremely regretful that I did not learn more when I was young. Now I am good, Thanks to the blessing of my ancestor, I got to meet my uncle."

Having said this, Feng Wenbo looked at Xia Yunjie expectantly.

"Master, he is indeed an extraordinary person. He is deeply loved by him. After listening to his teachings for more than ten years, he has also learned some skills. Since you are also a disciple of my Wu Xian sect, if you have any medical skills If I understand your doubts, I will naturally explain it to you. However, back then, my senior brother only taught you the most basic breathing and health-preserving techniques, but did not teach you the follow-up breathing exercises. Now you are old. "High, your blood energy has begun to decline, but you have missed the opportunity to practice. Although I can teach you subsequent exercises, how high you can achieve in your cultivation depends on your own luck." Although Xia Yunjie's surname is a bit introverted and shy He is shy, but he is extremely smart. When he saw this, he didn't know what Feng Wenbo was thinking, so he said seriously.

Feng Wenbo actually has no hope of learning witchcraft. After all, he is already old. What can he do if he learns it? Besides, his father's ability back then seemed to him to be very powerful. He could kill Japanese soldiers invisible, but in the end he was not killed by a bullet, so what Feng Wenbo cared about most was his medical skills. Medical skills can save lives and heal the wounded, benefit the country, and of course bring fame and fortune. Moreover, it has always been Feng Wenbo's ambition to promote the witchcraft medical skills, and it is also a way for him to comfort his father's spirit in heaven. Now that he saw that Xia Yunjie said this, he obviously had gained some of his master's true skills and was willing to explain his doubts. He couldn't help but be overjoyed and said: "Thank you, uncle. I'm old, so I don't have extravagant hopes for cultivation. , I just want to improve my medical skills."