The Return of the City’s Cultivation

When Fengxian said these words, all the people present were moved, and a trace of anger was born in their hearts, especially the old man Hong, his facial muscles trembled and his eyes were sharp.

He joined the army at the age of fifteen. He has made great achievements in the war of resistance to defend the motherland and awarded first-class medals. Later, he participated in many large and small battles, and the troops he led were awarded honorary titles. For the motherland, even if you die for your country, you don't blink your eyes.

He glared at Fengxian, but suddenly saw Hong Ling'er, this precious granddaughter, who was standing aside with a pale face. He sighed in his heart and didn't say anything. Others thought so, but didn't say anything.

Except for Hong Wenchang and Hong Ling'er, all the people present were members of the Hong family, and they had no turn to speak.

Hong Wenchang laughed loudly, and said with a slander: "Master Fengxian can really make a joke." He went to help Master Fengxian with a smile on his face and said, "Master, please sit down!"

Unexpectedly, Fengxian opened his hand and didn't even look at him, as if he thought his hands were dirty.

Fengxian's appearance was shabby, his complexion was dark, his face was as long as a donkey, his mouth was big and his eyes were small, and his stature was short. They looked at Hong Wenchang impatiently, snorted, and pushed him away as if he would tarnish Fengxian. They helped Fengxian sit down and stood there without squinting.

Hong Wenchang touched his nose, gave an awkward hehe, and said with his smiling face: "Ha, just sit down, just sit down."

Old man Hong snorted coldly with hatred for iron and steel, and when he saw Hong Wenchang's appearance, he was furious.

The old man also knew that he was so low-pitched because of his daughter Hong Linger, but he was a warrior throughout his life, what a hero, three sons, the boss currently lives in the brigade chief of staff, the rank of colonel, and the third son served as the secretary-general of the provincial party committee in South China. Give him a long face, and only this second son, let his fame and reputation be disgraced.

Master Fengxian glanced at Ye Tian, ​​shook his head and said dissatisfied: "Are you no one in Hua Guo? Looking for such a kid, and still being a master? It's ridiculous!" He didn't even look at Ye Tian.

Ye Tian sat there, half-squinting but didn't say much.

"Do you Chinese people ask him to insult me?" Master Fengxian's face was cold and frost was falling.

"How, how..." Hong Wenchang rushed to apologize with a smiling face.

Turning his head to Hong Ling'er Xing'er and shouting questioningly: "Ling'er, what's the matter with you? Where did you get this person?"

Before he saw Ye Tian, ​​he was already very disdainful. If he now annoys Master Fengxian, what should he do.

Everyone present saw Ye Tian's clothes, a poor boy, and at the same time contemptuously, they were all puzzled.

"This... Master Ye is a student of Renguang Middle School!"

Hong Ling'er only knew that Ye Tian's identity was a student, and she didn't know anything else. At this moment, she couldn't help but regret the decision she made with her enthusiasm. She shouldn't invite him over and said hesitantly.

"student?"

Not only Hong Wenchang, but everyone present exclaimed in surprise.

Suddenly someone said: "Renguang Middle School? University Town? Hey, where did I see him." Looking at Ye Tian carefully, he suddenly remembered: "Are you working in the Queen's Bar?"

As soon as this person spoke, everyone looked at Ye Tian.

There is nothing to admit, Ye Tian nodded, as calm as ever.

Seeing Ye Tian nodding, everyone's faces turned black. Hong Ling'er also opened her mouth in surprise, looking at Ye Tian disappointedly. Master Fengxian, who was sitting there, laughed even more.

"A part-time student, can you be a master?"

"You...you, this is just nonsense!" Hong Wenchang yelled at Hong Ling'er, trembling in anger.

"Hey, our Hong family's face has been lost to you!"

Master Fengxian burst into tears of laughter, and said breathlessly, "What...what's the matter, you Huaguo...people, aren't you just so ignorant, hahaha..."

After listening, everyone was full of anger, but there was no way to argue, they could only bear the ridicule of others, and their faces were blue and red.

"What's this?" Old man Hong sighed, feeling that there was no place for an old face.

Hongjiaying prefecture, one of the top wealthy, unexpectedly made such a ridiculous oolong, it is simply a big issue in the world.

For a while, everyone was not sitting in embarrassment, nor was they standing. In the huge living room, there was only Master Fengxian's wanton laughter.

Hong Ling'er flushed with embarrassment, and took the opportunity to offer Fengxian tea in person.

Master Fengxian didn't drink it, but looked at Hong Ling'er with a smile, the evil spirits in his eyes flashed away.

Hong Linger is already beautiful, not inferior to Li Siyu, and today she is wearing an apricot-colored slim-fitting tube top skirt. She has a full body, exquisite and convex, exposed snow-white skin. Any man who sees it will be affected. Dazzling dizziness.

Hong Linger asked, "Master, is there any hope for Linger's illness?"

Master Fengxian stared at her white face, and said with a smile: "Yes, naturally!"

Hong Ling'er flushed with joy.

"The cause of the cold in your body is called cold toxin. Specifically, it cannot be considered a disease. As long as you extract the cold toxin from your body, it will be fine!"

Ye Tian was slightly surprised, this Master Fengxian actually knew about cold poison? It seems to be a bit of a doorway.

"Chill?"

"Also... there are such things, how can they be extracted."

"Yes, modern medical technology can't solve it?"

The Hong family obviously heard this kind of saying for the first time, isn't that cold poison and the like are only found in martial arts novels?

Master Fengxian saw that the crowd did not believe him, showing a mocking smile, raised his hand into the air, as if grabbing something, and slowly pumped it out. Seven or eight toothpicks the size of black mist was drawn out. At the same time, he was all over him. It released a slightly white glow, which looked like a fairy in a TV series.

Everyone was shocked and looked at what happened before them in disbelief.

"This... is this a spell?"

Old man Hong was stunned. He didn't change his face in the face of the rain of bullets. He trembled slightly when he saw this scene.

Hong Wenchang and Hong Ling'er were stunned at first, and then ecstatic. Hong Ling'er's eyes were red, and she cried. Only she herself knows how to not be excited because of the cold toxin that she has suffered for more than ten years. It was stepping forward and bowing, and said, "Master is really a god!"

Everyone spoke out the good things for a while, this method is simply a fairy alive, and even a few babysitters knelt down and worshiped with their hands together after seeing it.

Master Fengxian waved his hand, the black mist dissipated, and said, "This is an impurity in the air. It is almost as small as the cold toxin in your body. I can extract it."

After he finished speaking, Hong Wenchang and Hong Ling'er couldn't help but thank them.

After Ye Tian saw it, he was slightly moved, this master really had some means, but after six hundred years of cultivation, after seeing the black mist, he smiled coldly and looked at Master Fengxian meaningfully.

Master Fengxian showed this hand, even more proud, and sneered coldly when everyone saw him respecting him as a god.

"Master, let's have something to eat first, I'm preparing for a dinner!" Hong Wenchang's attitude is ten times more respectful than before. Although he is a big man in Yingzhou, he has never seen such appalling methods.

"Master Ye, come with you too!" Hong Ling'er yelled. Seeing Master Fengxian's methods, she had no hope of Ye Tian, ​​but after all, she was invited here, and politeness is always in place. , But she was just polite, hoping that Ye Tian Zhiqu refused to take this opportunity to step down and leave the Hong family.

Everyone obviously understood what Hong Ling'er meant. They all looked at Ye Tian and wished to say directly: "You go quickly, don't lose the face of Hong's family here."

Ye Tian didn’t want to stay for a long time, so she wanted to put down the medicine and leave. After all, she promised Hong Linger, she promised to do it. However, she saw Master Fengxian at the first glance and saw his hand just now and felt him. The inexplicable breath raised interest in my heart, because it smelled of mana, could anyone on earth use mana, and he always felt that Fengxian Master was a little strange, and wanted to see how he did for Hong Ling. Children cast spells to get rid of cold toxins.

"Okay!" Ye Tian nodded. He is practicing spiritual formation and depicting spiritual formations. He is also a mortal body, far from bigu, so his hungry stomach growls naturally.

Seeing that Ye Tian actually agreed, everyone looked at Ye Tian with anger and contempt, and they wanted to kick him out. However, Father Hong and Hong Wenchang didn't say anything, it was obviously for Hong Ling'er and Ye Tian to save face.

Hong Ling'er was even more disappointed in her heart. He didn't expect Ye Tian to be so unknowingly interesting, and regretted his decision even more.

The old man sighed and said nothing, but Master Fengxian exclaimed angrily, "Do you want me to sit and eat with such a person?"

Ye Tian was always invited by Hong Ling'er, and he didn't want to make him too ugly. He still said, "Master Fengxian, please give Ling'er a face."

Seeing her charming appearance, Master Fengxian's cold face melted suddenly, and his smile was a little disgusting, and he agreed: "En!"

The dining room is a European-style solid wood round dining table with marble finishes and luxurious atmosphere. It is no smaller than an ordinary restaurant and can accommodate ten people at the same time.

After seeing this, Master Fengxian pointed to the gilded armchair and said, "You Chinese, like these flashy things."

He was full of disdain. Everyone saw his methods. Although they were dissatisfied with his methods, they did not dare to refute. Instead, they were all accompanied by smiles.

The table was full of delicacies, candies, milk fish fillets, cuttlefish soup, and some desserts before the meal. Hong Wenchang specially ordered a pot of Dahongpao up and said: "Master Fengxian, this is the Dahongpao from the mother tree, I I bought fifteen grams at the auction and spent 200,000 yuan. There is no market. This is my collection, not the most distinguished guest. I am not willing to take it out!"

Master Fengxian nodded indifferently, took a sip from the teacup, spit it out, threw the teacup on the table, and said, "What kind of taste do you Chinese people like? thing."

The people over the table stopped their movements, and Grandpa Hong's eyes were even more irritated.

Hong Wenchang's face froze immediately, and he was stunned for a long time before he smiled awkwardly: "Ha, master, eat food, eat food!"

Fengxian took a bite of the canary, spit it out disgustingly, and said, "What is it, is this pig food?"

This sentence made everyone angry and the old man Hong's face became gloomy and asked: "You are also of Chinese descent. Have you never eaten Chinese food?"

"Chinese?" Rolling his eyes and laughing, Master Fengxian said: "I never eat Chinese cuisine, I don't eat it now, and I won't eat it in the future!"