Chapter 4 It's amazing, I actually learned to read
"Da da!"
Rushing footsteps were heard outside the library, and then the dragon-carved door of the library was pushed open.
An old butler with gray hair on his temples walked in from the outside. Although he was old, his steps were steady and there was not even a trace of dust on the ground with every step he took.
Especially the pair of old and deep-set eyes, narrowed into a slit, from which a cold light like a sword flowed out, which was simply sharper than that of a young man in his prime.
His old face was full of wrinkles and ridges. After seeing Feng Feiyun, he smiled kindly, pulled Feng Feiyun's arm excitedly, and said: "Young Master, Young Master, listen to those girls.
Is it true that you can read? Is it true?"
He asked repeatedly, his eyes full of expectation!
The old man felt uneasy, not only hoping that Feng Feiyun would really become a man, but also afraid that the answer he heard would not be what he wanted, and that his joy would be in vain.
"Grandpa Liu, you are old and tired. You should rest more. Those servants are also serious. It is so ignorant to bother Grandpa Liu with such a trivial matter." Feng Feiyun supported the old housekeeper with his backhand.
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This housekeeper Liu was the old housekeeper of Feng Feiyun's mother's natal family. He came to Feng's family along with his dowry. After Feng Feiyun's mother died, this old housekeeper was like a grandfather, taking care of Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun's mother died when he was more than one year old. It was said that she died of illness. As for the disease, he didn't know. He was not even sure whether he died of illness. After all, these words were all
It was his father Feng Wanpeng who said it.
At that time, Feng Feiyun was too young to remember anything at all. She only had a vague image of her mother in her mind. She only knew that her mother was beautiful and gentle. No woman in the world was as gentle as her mother.
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In Feng Feiyun's memory, there is only a vague shadow of his mother, and his father has always been busy. Every time they meet, he either scolds or beats him. The only person who can really give him some warmth is the old man in front of him.
The old housekeeper was very loyal to Feng Feiyun's mother. After she died of illness, he regarded Feng Feiyun as his young master, just like a slave, and has been serving Feng Feiyun. (For now, we will treat Feng Feiyun as his mother.
You must be dead of illness!)
Although Feng Feiyun was domineering outside, he respected the old housekeeper and regarded him as a real elder.
"This Butler Liu has a good foundation and is a cultivator." Feng Feiyun just held Butler Liu's arm and could feel the rich spiritual energy flowing in the old steward's body. If it exploded with all his strength, his arms would
The strength above is enough to weigh thousands of kilograms, and one punch can beat a tiger into bloody mud. He is definitely not an ordinary person.
Feng Feiyun was a phoenix in his previous life. With the soul of a phoenix, his spiritual sense was so high that even a trace of spiritual energy could not hide from his senses.
Butler Liu has definitely practiced the classics of the Immortal Family. Although his body is old, the meridians and bones in his body are shining brightly and dazzlingly.
This is the first cultivator Feng Feiyun has seen since he came back to life. His cultivation level is already considered very high in the mortal world.
With his level of cultivation, even if he lives to be 150 years old, he probably won't die.
In the past, Feng Feiyun would never have noticed that there was spiritual energy in Butler Liu's body!
A housekeeper is actually so powerful. Feng Feiyun not only thinks of his mother's natal family, it is definitely not a simple existence, it may be a powerful cultivating immortal family.
Butler Liu sighed: "This is no small matter. If the eldest lady knew about it, how happy she would be!"
The eldest lady mentioned by Butler Liu is Feng Feiyun's mother.
But when Butler Liu said this, something strange flashed in his eyes. Although he quickly restrained himself, Feng Feiyun still caught it.
Feng Feiyun's misbehavior outside was unknown to everyone in Lingzhou City, and Butler Liu naturally knew about it. He had lived in seclusion for these years and rarely showed up again. He just wanted to keep out of sight and no longer had any hope for him.
But suddenly he heard that Feng Feiyun had actually learned to read and was still reading "On Soldiers". Butler Liu, who was already in despair, suddenly saw hope. If Feng Feiyun could change his ways and become a talented person, then he would be worthy of the eldest lady.
Entrusted.
"If my mother is really wise, she should help me find a daughter-in-law who is both talented and beautiful as soon as possible so that I can give her a lot of grandchildren." Feng Feiyun joked.
Butler Liu's eyes narrowed and he thought, if he could really find a strong and domineering strange woman to control this bastard boy, she might be able to make him a late bloomer.
After a man gets married, he always matures quickly!
The more Butler Liu thought about it, the more it made sense. The little brat Feng Feiyun became like this because of lack of discipline. It seemed that he really needed to arrange a marriage for him and find a woman to take care of him.
Not only did several good candidates flash through the old man's mind, but each one of them was a stunningly talented and beautiful woman with the ability to discipline and suppress Master Feng's wanton temperament. Among them was the female slayer from the Taishang's Death Palace.
, the female monk of the Taoist sect, the female novice monk of the Bhikkhu nunnery, the pillar of Qianjin Yixiao Tower...
Feng Feiyun didn't know that his unintentional words made Butler Liu have so many thoughts. If he knew what Butler Liu was thinking, he would probably hit the wall with regrets.
"Let's go! Let's go! Your father was originally patrolling the city guard barracks. He has rushed back after hearing about this and is waiting for you in the lobby."
Butler Liu had already made a decision in his mind. With a strange smile on his face, he led the way, and the two of them walked towards the lobby.
In Feng Feiyun's memory, Feng Wanpeng was a stern person, with a burly body, not angry and intimidating, with a stern face, and it seemed that he had never smiled.
Although Feng Feiyun is known as the Living King of Hell in Lingzhou City, he is terrified to death in front of Feng Wanpeng, just like a mouse that sees a cat and trembles all over when it sees Feng Wanpeng.
Every time at this time, Feng Wanpeng gritted his teeth, wishing he could crush this timid thing to death. It was just a sight to look at.
Of course, this was all in the past.
At this moment, Feng Wanpeng was sitting on the Grand Master's chair at the top of the lobby. He looked to be in his thirties, wearing a white plain clothes, with piercing tiger eyes, and the two beards on his chin were trimmed quite well.
of neatness.
Feng Wanpeng is an elegant man, he has passed the top 100 in the literary college entrance examination, he is very knowledgeable and well-educated.
Feng Wanpeng is also a strong martial artist. He has practiced some superficial knowledge of the immortal sect's classics. Although it is only superficial, he is more than ten times stronger than ordinary people. He can defeat one thousand against a thousand, and his fists can blast through a wall of several meters.
Thick stone wall, he can definitely be regarded as a master who dominates one side.
Feng Wanpeng was drinking tea gently. He was still wearing rhinoceros leather armor and black iron armor, which reflected a mighty cold light under the light. After he heard the news that Feng Feiyun had learned to read, he rushed there without stopping.
When I came back, I didn't even have time to take off my armor, and my hair was still covered in dust.
Although he was holding the tea cup, he had no intention of drinking tea at all. He glanced at Feng Feiyun and said calmly: "I heard that you can read? How many words can you read?"
Feng Wanpeng naturally understood his son's virtues better than anyone else and did not have high expectations for him.
But 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, that would already be a huge improvement.
"In my free time, I have learned some writing on my own, so I should have no problem reading books." Feng Feiyun said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner. He still respected Feng Wanpeng as his father.
Of course, these words are just excuses. There is no way he could tell Feng Wanpeng that he was possessed by a ghost and had undergone a transformation of soul fusion. Let alone knowing how to read, even writing a few ancient scriptures on cultivating immortals would be easy.
.If he said this, I'm afraid Feng Wanpeng would have to get rid of him as a monster.
Feng Wanpeng raised his brows, narrowed his eyes, and thought to himself: "This little bastard is usually so scared that he kneels on the ground and kowtows when he sees me. He can't even say a word, but today he is able to stand like this in front of me.
He answered so calmly, could it be that he really had a sudden enlightenment?"
Feng Wanpeng felt a little happy in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He put down the tea cup and said calmly: "I heard that you are reading "On Soldiers", what do you think?"
Feng Feiyun just flipped through a few pages. In fact, he did not study "Soldiers Theory" deeply.
But Feng Wanpeng felt unusual after hearing the news. After all, he wanted to stand out in the Shenjin Dynasty, enter the Shenwu military camp, kill evil spirits, enemy thieves, and battle legions, win the commander's seal, achieve military merit, and achieve something indomitable.
Career, this is the best choice. A general with millions of troops in his hands will definitely have more say than the scholar-bureaucrats, princes and nobles above the court.
Although the Shenjin Dynasty is a mortal country, there are still many cultivators. Many big families and sects have incomplete immortal cultivation books. Some talented heroes can even succeed in cultivation, fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and call the wind and rain, which is quite remarkable.
Therefore, although this is a human country, there are many strong people, but there are very few people who are proficient in the art of war.
There are many warriors and few generals!
Feng Feiyun didn't have the talent for cultivation, he knew this, but if he could make a difference in the art of war, he would still be able to get ahead and rise to the top, and he might not necessarily have a higher official position than himself in the future.
Of course, the key now is to see if he has the potential to become a commander-in-chief.
A bastard who only knew how to hang out with women could have some knowledge. Feng Wanpeng felt that he had overestimated him a little, and he still had no hope in his heart.
The higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.
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Keep shouting hard!
Brothers and aunts, when you read a book, you have to scatter flowers, and when you read a book, you have to collect it. Those who are rich will give it to you, and those who have no money will give it to you. During the new book period, please raise your hands a little, throw two flowers, and collect them.
Develop a good habit of throwing flowers every day...
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