Trafford’s Trading Club

Song Da and Song San were looking boredly at some books on the bookshelf of this house hidden in the bamboo forest.

These are not martial arts secrets, just some Analects of Confucius, I Ching and the like. This is completely different from what the two of them originally thought.

"I said Ah Da, the blind man asked us to accompany him this time... Could it be that he really just wanted to accompany him?" Song San looked at Song Da.

Song Da shook his head blankly at this time.

The blind man said this at first: Are you two interested in accompanying me to Wudang Mountain?

When they heard that it was a holy place like Wudang Mountain, the two of them agreed without saying a word... As a result, they only saw a white-haired disciple when they came here?

"I always feel like I've been fooled by a blind man..." Song Da frowned for a while before he managed to say this.

"You've been fooled! The blind man just found someone to carry the bag!" Song Sanyi slapped his forehead.

The two of them looked annoyed at the same time.

"Let's go for a walk outside." Song Da sighed: "At least it's just a sightseeing trip."

Song San had no choice but to agree. Anyway, after getting off the plane in Xiangjiang, they all registered their mobile phones in China again, and the blind man could find them.

…

"Master Patriarch, who are the two people you brought?"

In a quiet room of the house, Master Huang Huang Qifa was standing respectfully next to the blind gentleman. At this time, the blind gentleman was silently 'looking' at a yellowed ink hanging painting in the quiet room.

In the painting, there is an ancient man with an immortal demeanor, looking at the stars.

"It's just two people carrying bags, don't worry about it." Mr. Blind said slowly at this time, and turned around. He then sat down directly on the futon in the quiet room and waved his hand.

Huang Qifai wisely sat down and sat opposite Mr. Blind. Counting this time in his life, he had only seen this grandmaster four times in total, and each time was not long.

However, these four times have almost spanned Huang Qifa's life. He has gone from an immature boy to the age of sixty, but the appearance of the ancestor has not changed to this day.

Those urbanites who look for him call him Master Huang or Wong Tai Sin. In fact, the real great immortal is the Patriarch in front of him, who is truly a first-class immortal.

"Stretch out your hand." Mr. Blind said suddenly, "I'll feel the bones for you first."

Upon hearing this, Huang Qifai quickly pinched up his sleeves and stretched out his hand. He himself can also touch bones, but these are all wild ways he has found out by himself. Sometimes they work well and sometimes they don't work... and sometimes they don't work more often.

At this time, Mr. Blind said again: "Tell me the causes and consequences of the incident you mentioned in detail. Also describe in detail the characteristics of the person you mentioned as the 'all living beings'."

Huang Qifa's decades of hard training in physiognomy was broken because of that one fortune telling. He really still remembered it. At this time, he opened his mouth and said: "That day, after someone introduced me, I took an order. It turned out that one person I just wanted to show people my marriage prospects, but I didn’t expect that the young man’s numerology face was so weird that I had never seen it before.”

Huang Qifai sighed, "I was a disciple at that time and I overestimated my abilities. Partly because I was eager to succeed, I broke the rules of the sect and used the skills passed down by my ancestor to open my 'eyes' and want to take a closer look. I never expected that it would be directly counterattacked... It has been less than half a year since the day I achieved success."

"Well... on what day did you meet this person?" Mr. Blind suddenly asked.

Huang Qifai quickly told the specific date and time, and even took out the birthday and horoscope given by the client at that time.

Mr. Blind raised his hand and counted something with his fingers... Just as he was counting, his brows also wrinkled, and the speed of his fingers became faster and faster, and finally , Huang Qifai just looked at the afterimages of these fingers and couldn't help being shocked.

The so-called calculation with fingers is not as simple as ordinary people say. It contains a lot of complicated formulas. Without extraordinary memory and mental arithmetic ability, it is impossible to learn it. Even if you are not an extraordinary gifted person, you will have to practice hard all your life. At most, you can only learn some superficial knowledge, which is not considered an introduction.

Originally, the amount of calculation involved should not be what the human brain can achieve at its current stage.

However, what made Huang Qiqi's heart tense was that Mr. Blind's fingers suddenly stopped at this moment. He thought that this divine and first-class ancestor had the answer at this time, but unexpectedly, the ancestor remained silent.

Huang Qifai secretly glanced at the expression on his ancestor's face without opening his eyes. So he then glanced at the ancestor's fingers, and found that Mr. Blind's fingers were twitching slightly at this moment.

This... the Grandmaster couldn't have counted with his fingers and got his hands cramped, right? !

"Pour me some water." Mr. Blind pinched his eyebrows at this time and said calmly: "The rheumatism pain I have suffered for many years is here. Let me have a good rest."

It turned out to be rheumatic pain, so that’s no wonder... Although he said he had some skills in improving his appearance, he was still so old.

Huang Qifai thought that he was already an old man and had to wear dog-skin plaster on his back for at least ten days and eight days a month... Although this patriarch was a first-rate figure, he was still getting old after all.

"Wait a moment, I will boil a pot of hot water for you right away!"

I saw Huang Qiqi getting up in a hurry, and then hurriedly walked out of the quiet room. After that, Mr. Blind slowly held the wrist of his shaking hand with his other hand.

"It's not as simple as 'all living beings'..." He murmured to himself, then stood up and faced the ink portrait painting hanging on the wall.

"The founder of the sect is here." Mr. Blind whispered: "You once left a legacy and said, 'There must be strange people and visions before the world changes'... The descendants of the Song family that I met in South America are precious. Is the most noble person a stranger...Whether the person Huang Kai met is also a stranger. I can't even figure it out."

…

When Huang Qifai came back with a pot of hot water, Mr. Blind was meditating with his eyes closed. He glanced quietly and found that Mr. Blind's hand was no longer cramped.

However, there was a note in front of Mr. Blind at this moment. This note Huang Qiqi recognized.

It was precisely because of this note that the Patriarch returned from a foreign country.

On February 2, the dragon raises its head.

This is just a very common saying passed down from ancient times. What is the mystery in it? Although Huang Qifai was confused, he did not hesitate and walked quickly to the blind man.

However, Mr. Blind took out a small porcelain bottle from his clothes and handed it to Huang Qifai: "Put the powder inside into hot water and drink it."

"Me?" Huang Qiqi was stunned.

"Of course." Mr. Blind nodded, "Outside the bamboo forest, I saw that your hall was dark, and there was a death energy rushing out from the canopy, showing the appearance of death."

"But a bloody disaster?" Huang Qifa is also a person who knows how to read fortune tellers. When he heard the ancestor's calculations, he was suddenly shocked and broke out in a cold sweat.

"No." Mr. Blind shook his head and said: "If it is just a disaster of blood and light, there are naturally ways to resolve it through external forces. It's a pity that the appearance of death is another situation."

"Master Patriarch, save me!" Huang Qifai turned pale and knelt down in front of Mr. Blind in fear, kowtowing his head, and even his voice trembled.

"When we look at faces, we calculate the sky, the earth, and people, but not ourselves. Do you know why?" Mr. Blind asked calmly.

Huang Qifai said with a bitter voice: "It is already against nature for us to pursue good fortune and avoid misfortune. If we still seek personal gain for ourselves and go against yin and yang, we will offend God and will be punished by God... Grandmaster, I gave you last time After the call, Qifai had already dispersed all his wealth and donated it all... he knew he was wrong!"

"You have leaked too many secrets over the years, even if it is not a major matter..." Mr. Blind sighed: "But for many people to read fortunes and change their fortunes against the will of heaven, they have accumulated a lot of sins over time, and it is too late to make amends. . Now you have not only broken your skills, but your body is also gradually withering away. It is difficult for gods to save you. I am afraid that your life will not last until the Mid-Autumn Festival this year."

"Master Patriarch, save me, save me!" Huang Qifai cried.

"If you take this medicine every month, you should be able to survive this year." Mr. Blind stood up and said calmly: "You can take care of yourself. However, you will have a disaster in the near days, so it is best not to go out. , stay here to rest, cultivate your mind and nature, maybe you can survive..."

Mr. Blind's voice had faded away, leaving Huang Qiqi paralyzed on the ground in despair.

The older the person, the more afraid of death they are.

…

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There is a large forest outside this bamboo forest, and outside the forest is a famous scenic spot in Wudang Mountain. In fact, the place where this bamboo forest is located is actually within the scenic area of ​​Wudang Mountain.

It's just that there are specially arranged formations in the bamboo forest. It's easy for ordinary people to get lost in the bamboo forest and they will walk out. Of course, if it is aerial photography, it doesn't matter.

But who would take aerial photos of this small bamboo forest if they have nothing to do?

Song Da and Song San found a telegraph pole at this time, and then they squatted under the telegraph pole not because of anything else, but simply because of the relatively strong signal in this place.

What happened was that Song San clicked on a domestic mobile video website out of boredom. He happened to see a video about Wudang and couldn't help but click on it.

"The number one person in Qinggong today"

The name of the video naturally made Song Sanchen very curious. After all, as a warrior, he knew exactly what Qing Gong was. Of course, special effects are added to trick children into being able to soar into the sky by stepping on the soles of their feet like in the TV series, but real Qinggong can still be achieved by flying over walls and walls.

"Damn, I've been fooled!" Song San cursed loudly at this time: "What the hell is the first person in Qinggong? Isn't this just an ordinary parkour!"

Song Da, who was chatting with a woman on the other side of the ocean, rolled his eyes and said: "Do you think martial arts masters are just cabbage, and you can meet them casually... Besides, state machinery prohibits martial arts. , if it is true Qinggong, can it be released and circulated on the Internet?"

Song Dazheng said this, but he saw Song San's expression as if he had seen a ghost. He looked at the sky stupidly, opened his mouth and said: "Ada, the cabbage master you mentioned has appeared..."

Song Da looked up in shock and saw a figure in the sky, landing crookedly towards a small forest not far away.

You read that right, it was indeed landing, not falling because both Song Da and Song San saw that the falling figure was carrying another figure on its back!

"Is this the legendary air control technique? Oh my God, Wudang is indeed one of the holy places!" Song San's eyes suddenly lit up.

At this moment, Song Da had no time to continue sending SMS. He quickly stuffed his cell phone into his belt, glanced at Song San, and hurriedly walked towards the small woods where the figure landed.

When a master meets a master, of course it’s a fight!

…

At this time, a scream suddenly came from above the grove.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! !

"Be careful!!! Brother!!!"

"Wow!!!!"

Obviously two different voices.

The figure fell onto the tree crown, then broke branches along the way, and finally got hooked and stopped. But the branches were really unable to support the weight and eventually broke.

Bang!

The two figures separated at the moment of falling. One bounced to the ground quickly, while the other hit the ground solidly.

"Zhui Feng, you bastard, don't save me until you die!" The figure that hit the ground suddenly started to curse.

"It's not my fault...instinct reaction, instinctive reaction, hee hee!"

I saw a young man walking over with a playful smile, pulling up the figure who had hit the ground, and patting the dirt on him.

They are... Mo Xiaofei and Zhui Feng.

As for why this man and this monster appear here, we have to start talking about it before the winter vacation begins.

That day, after the true dragon from China threw Mo Xiaofei, the founder of the mountain, to Sun Xiaosheng, he left with Xiao Die Yao Luo Pian Pian. Before leaving, Shenzhou Zhenlong once mentioned the commoner's path, saying that it might allow Mo Xiaofei to know his past life.

So Mo Xiaofei had the idea to take advantage of the winter vacation to quietly go to Mount Tai to chase the wind. It was for other reasons.

But as a student, it was too difficult to pay for the travel expenses along the way (Mo Xiaofei, who aspired to become a hero, was very determined not to use his superpowers to make money), so he made a decision: travel on a budget.

airplane?

I can fly.

train?

I can fly.

Bus?

I can still fly.

Mo Xiaofei, who planned to fly all the way towards Mount Tai, became Zhui Feng's exclusive mount. A full week had passed since their departure, and they also successfully left the province where they lived and came to Got here.

"Water... give me some water." Mo Xiaofei sat down at this time and glanced weakly at Zhui Feng.

It was okay to fly by myself, but with Chasing Feng on board, it was very strenuous, not to mention that it was almost a full day on the road.

Despite this, Mo Xiaofei felt that his flying time was increasing every day... which was probably the so-called good exercise.

"Where are we?" Mo Xiaofei glanced at Zhuifeng at this time.

Zhui Feng quickly took out the map. He was responsible for looking at the terrain and route along the way.

But at this moment, there was a sudden sound, and two figures were seen shooting out of the woods, one was tall and majestic, and the other was skinny.

But I heard the burly and majestic man say loudly: "Song Qingshu, an abandoned disciple of Shaolin, please teach me two young masters!!"

And the skinny man also said in a deep voice: "Song Qingshu, an abandoned disciple of Shaolin, please give me some advice from these two young masters!!"

What the hell...

Mo Xiaofei and Zhui Feng blinked, looking confused.