Feng Taoist seemed to be very sensitive to the four words photographic memory. He looked at Tao Weiran suspiciously and shook his head slightly: "You said you have photographic memory, but I don't believe it!"
"oh."
With just a faint "Oh", Tao Weiran went to find some tea to drink.
"Wait a minute." Feng Daoren suddenly took out a pamphlet from his arms and threw it to Tao Weiran: "Look."
After Tao Weiran took it, he was confused: "Why do you want to see it?"
"After reading it, I will take the exam for you!"
Tao Weiran threw the booklet back to Feng Taoist: "I don't know what it means."
Feng Taoist smiled slightly: "I don't believe that there are people in this world who have a photographic memory."
"Whether you believe it or not, it has nothing to do with me."
Nangong Ping laughed and said, "Feng Taoist, why don't you make a bet of one thousand guan?"
The Feng Taoist smiled proudly: "Ten passes."
Nangong Ping and Tao Weiran turned around and left.
The Feng Taoist said quickly: "One thousand guan is just one thousand guan, you carry it."
The booklet was thrown into Tao Weiran's hands again.
Tao Weiran looked at Nangong Ping dumbfounded, and the latter chuckled: "Sanqi, you are seven, I am three."
Fatty Tao was also amused. He sat on the stone bench and began to read through the pages at a very fast speed, as if he were reading ten lines at a time.
Seeing that Tao Weiran was not just bragging, but actually watching, Feng Daoren became nervous again.
Because the other elder who teaches the technique, the disciple that Taoist Lei is looking for, must have the ability to have a photographic memory!
Feng Taoist suddenly took back the book with his own strength and asked cautiously: "What is the content on the third page?"
"A weak stomach in long summer is called flat, a weak stomach with more and less is called spleen disease, but a weak stomach is called death, a weak stomach with stone is called winter disease, and an extremely weak stomach is called..."
Feng Daoren's heart was beating wildly: "Page six!"
"When Fu Ping's heart pulse comes, it is like a string of beads, like running through Langgan, saying that the heart..."
"Page nine!"
"The spleen transfers heat to the liver, causing epistaxis, and the liver transfers heat to the heart..."
Feng Taoist's tears were about to burst out of his eyes.
He felt that he had paid for it!
Nangong Ping is no longer fragrant. The real fragrant one is Tao Weiran!
What the Three Hidden Sects need most is not disciples with high skills, but people who have a photographic memory, people who truly have a photographic memory. Only those with a photographic memory who become disciples of the Three Hidden Sects can truly pass on their skills.
!
Feng Taoist no longer took the exam, but stared at Tao Weiran with burning eyes, too excited to speak.
But then he thought again, and he felt that Xiao Yi was actually quite good, he knew the art of war, and he had good skills!
As a result, I thought again that Nangong Ping was the best, most similar to himself, good at poison, good at concealed weapons, able to use short weapons and long swords at the same time, and his skills were the same.
But in the end, I thought again, what the three hidden doors need most is the fat man in front of me, the fat man with a photographic memory.
For a moment, Feng Taoist was unable to make a choice.
As for Tuoba Le, he has long been forgotten. That idiot, bah!
"You...are you willing to worship me as..."
Before he could finish his words, a scolding sound came from the yard next to him.
"Nangong Ping, are you trying to mess with my lady's plans again?"
Nangong Ping shrank his neck, and Tao Weiran, who was also fat and pale, hurriedly ran to the treasurer's courtyard, which was the courtyard at the end of the Qianqi Camp where the bamboo slips were placed.
When Feng Taoist saw these two people running away, he quickly chased them until they reached the largest room in the treasurer's courtyard. The old Taoist was dumbfounded again.
This house is Tao Ruolin's temporary "office".
The walls are covered with maps and some self-made "relationship networks" created by Tao Ruolin.
No matter what the picture is, it covers the entire Dachang Dynasty, various state capitals, various wealthy families, their relationships with each other, whether there are any gaps, and includes many unknown secrets. Each thread is connected to a hanging bamboo slip.
, bamboo slips spread out, and the bamboo slips record the conditions of these people.
What shocked Feng Dao people the most was that many bamboo slips wrote emergency measures, such as Wu Wang Chang Chengke. Regarding Chang Chengke's rebellion, if Chang Chengke rebelled, how would the court solve the problem as quickly as possible, who should be sent, who should be applied, and who should be used.
How to do it, in addition, there is a plan, the details are unnecessary.
Feng Taoist took a breath of cold air: "Who made these pictures...?"
When Bihua saw Feng Daoren, he looked unhappy and pushed him out directly: "My lady, what are you looking at? Get out quickly."
Feng Daoren was still breathing heavily, still nervous, and his heart was still beating wildly: "Does your young lady...become...a disciple?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Get out of the way!"
Bihua roughly pushed Feng Daoren, and Zhao Baodan subconsciously raised his hands to block. The two of them entangled their hands, and Feng Daoren lowered his head and took a breath of cold air.
"A prodigy, a rare martial arts prodigy. You...who do you study under?"
Bihua tried to break free, but couldn't. She said angrily: "I am a self-taught girl. Get out of the way and don't get so close to me. Third brother will misunderstand me."
After saying that, Bihua lowered her waist and pushed Feng Taoist away with all her strength, shaking her butt so fiercely that she turned around and shouted into the room: "You two, hurry up and restore those bamboo slips to their original state, or else
When the eldest lady got up, she found out and scolded you."
Bihua left, but Feng Daoren raised his head, stared at the blue sky, and burst into tears.
No matter how good I am, this happiness comes too damn fast!
There were footsteps behind him, and Chu Qing, who had just gotten up and was in a good mood, walked in, singing a ditty as he walked.
"I love you walking alone in dark alleys, I love you holding a shotgun, I love you confronting the Prime Minister and firing more than one shot..."
Halfway through the song, Chu Qing saw Feng Taoist standing there and asked with squinting eyes: "Bao Dan'er, why are you running to the door of my wife's office so early in the morning? Are you trying to steal something?"
As for Tao Ruolin's "office", Chu Qing also went in and took a look, so he knew it was something serious.
Feng Taoist turned around, his eyes were red and he looked excited: "Chu...Brother Chu..."
Chu Qing's face was wary: "You really want to borrow money?"
"No, no, no, no, old Taoist, I want to take on a disciple!"
"I still want to kill King Wu."
"The old man will go now and come back with his head before dark."
Chu Qing looked confused: "You must have been drinking early in the morning, why are you acting weird?"
Taoist Feng walked up quickly, with a flattering smile on his face: "Chu...Brother Chu, the old Taoist, the old Taoist wants to accept a disciple."
"Didn't I agree that I will take you to the Poor Academy in a few days after my busy work is over? If you are willing to accept a disciple, just pick one."
Chu Qing smiled, and his smile was a little sinister.
It's impossible to take the child away. It's okay if you stay and teach. If you want to take the child back to the mountain to become a Taoist priest, just dream!
"No, no, I won't accept those students anymore."
"Then who do you want to recruit?"
"Xiao Yi, Nangong Ping, and the fat young man in the room, yes, and the fat maid, yes, yes, and especially the eldest lady in the mouth of the fat maid, the eldest lady who seeks the general trend of the world, she is the best
, she is the best, talented, an unparalleled talent!"
"Fuck your mother, you are not a virgin, your whole family is not a virgin, get out!" Chu Qing yelled: "Those are all rumors from the outside world, don't be fooled here."
"Brother Chu~~~~"
Taoist Feng grabbed Chu Qing's arm. His cry and expression made him feel numb, which made Chu Qing's face full of disgust.
With a slap on Feng Taoist's arm, Chu Qing stepped back: "You are not a scheming Ling, are you?"