Master of the World [Quick Transmigration]

After walking along the wall for a long time, Lin Xun just stood outside the gate of the house. There are usually two stone lions at the gate of ordinary wealthy people, but here are two giant snakes, with their bodies hovering and their heads facing the gate of the house, separated from the left and right sides. .

Lin Xun sighed: "What a big snake!"

The corner of Fang Yun's mouth twitched: "This is a dragon."

Lin Xun walked around to the front of the 'Giant Snake' and found that it was indeed a lying dragon, but it had no wings, more like the state of a dragon before it evolved into a real dragon.

Fang Yun simply didn't bother to talk to him, stepped forward and back, and knocked on the door forcefully.

"Come, come." Listening to the voice, he should be old, but it is very strong, just listening to the image of a healthy old man in his mind.

"Squeak."

The door was pulled open forcefully, and the energetic old man looked around, saw Fang Yun, and said, "Xiao Fang is back." He glanced at the thin young man behind him, with a bit of searching eyes.

Fang Yun jumped over, whispered a few words in the old man's ear, then heard the old man sigh, looked at Lin Xun without too much criticism, turned sideways, and said, "Come in."

The preconceived impression was so strong that Lin Xun only noticed that he was on crutches when he walked in.

"I was injured on the battlefield before." Even though his back was turned to Lin Xun, the old man seemed to guess what he was thinking and explained.

Lin Xun pursed his lips, no wonder the old man was not embarrassed even though Fang Yun introduced to him the process of meeting them.

"Uncle Cheng, then I trouble you to find a place to put him." Fang Yun wrinkled his nose, remembering the strange eyes the old bustard looked at him when paying the bill, "Don't let him go easily before he pays back the money."

Uncle Cheng looked at Lin Xun's fragile body and smiled without saying a word.

The mansion is quite big, and there are not many guards. Needless to say, he is also a good player who can fight ten against one.Lin Xun deeply felt that if he was an assassin, and he hadn't done any tasks when he came in, he probably died because he didn't know Lu Guangrong.But he is not a gangster now. With someone leading the way, Lin Xun came to a small room smoothly.

The treatment here is quite generous for the servants, not everyone lives together, but everyone has their own small room, but the area of ​​this place is so wide, more rooms make it more popular.

"Are you satisfied?"

Lin Xun nodded, and then asked the question he was most concerned about: "When do you eat?"

Uncle Cheng laughed: "It's already past lunch time, and there will be three hours before dinner."

His thin body trembled instantly.Seeing his heavy eyes, Uncle Cheng felt a little pity in his heart. There was a special wooden plaque on his body, indicating that the child had a close relative who became a disabled soldier in the war. Fang Yun also said that his parents died early. If you live a good life, you will be willing to degenerate.

"You can live here with peace of mind. As long as you don't make any serious mistakes, at least you won't miss a bite of food, and your wages will be paid accordingly."

Lin Xun thought to himself: Good man!

"I have an unkind request."

Uncle Cheng nodded and motioned for him to continue.

"Can you sign a contract? I can do any job here, even as a coolie. I don't need any wages. I just need to manage my fill."

In case of any changes in the future, with an agreement, he will not be swept out of the house directly. From the fact that the man I met today wants to send him to the government instead of dealing with it privately, it can be seen that this mansion is very law-abiding.

Uncle Cheng misunderstood what he meant, and selfishly admired Lin Xun. He didn't sign the deed of sale, and didn't ask for wages.Without further ado, he wrote down the contract with a swipe of a pen. To Lin Xun, he said it was a contract, and it was more like a letter of guarantee. Uncle Cheng signed his name in a rough manner, but he pressed the red handprint seriously. Two copies of the same contract were written, one was kept by Uncle Cheng, and the other was kept by Lin Xun himself.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, besides, at this moment, Lin Xun was just an inconspicuous little person, and Fang Yun had long since left him behind.When the eldest and young master of the mansion had dinner that day, Fang Yun was reporting the situation. He had a bitter face, "It's only three feet away from the city, but there is no trace."

He couldn't figure out how a man escaped arrest with a coffin.

'Pa,' the force was not strong, just a very slight sound, and the chopsticks were placed beside the jade plate.

Fang Yun shuddered and smiled flatteringly.The person he called the young master, that is, Feng Yu's face was as cold as ever, and it was basically impossible to guess his thoughts from the changes in his expression. Fang Yun could only judge his happiness and anger from the other party's inadvertent movements.He has been with Feng Yu for two or three years. Although he can't talk about understanding him, he can at least tell that his master is in a bad mood.

"The person is still in the city, keep looking."

Unable to figure out where he came to the conclusion, Fang Yun still answered yes.

After reporting on the business, seeing that Feng Yu had no intention of punishing him, he regained some of his instincts, looking around, and there was almost no time for peace.When he saw the old man standing aside, Fang Yun couldn't help asking curiously: "Uncle Cheng, why do you look so bad?"

Hearing this, Feng Yu also looked up, frowned and said, "What happened?"

Uncle Cheng waved his hand: "You don't have to worry about trivial matters."

Feng Yu picked up the chopsticks again, "Go down and rest first, I'm fine."

Uncle Cheng didn't refuse, and bowed and walked out slowly.

As soon as he left, Fang Yun immediately said: "Just now why didn't you continue to ask, Uncle Cheng can tell you have something to hide."

Feng Yu looked up, Fang Yun smirked twice, "I'm just talking, just talking."

"Follow up and have a look." Just when he thought the matter was over, an order came out of nowhere, and Fang Yun slapped his head: "That's right, why didn't I think of that."

With Uncle Cheng's character, even if he has any difficulties, he will definitely not tell others. This is a habit that the old man developed in the army when he was young. He has always only executed, and will not seek other help. It was Uncle Cheng who took care of everything, and when he couldn't do anything, he refused to accept help from others, and he gritted his teeth to finish it.

Just as he was thinking of going out the door, he suddenly heard a voice behind him: "I'll go in person."

Fang Yun stopped and waited, but he said in his heart that his young master is really a cold-faced and warm-hearted stubble. Although he is ruthless towards the enemy, his subordinates are as warm as the spring breeze. Although most of the time... the spring breeze blows Can't get up.

Da da da.

Leaning on crutches did not affect the old man's walking speed. He bypassed the tree-lined path, passed through the narrow path, and took a shortcut to a place quickly.

Fang Yun, who quietly followed behind, muttered, "Why did you rush to the handyman's place in such a hurry?"

This area is basically the bedroom of the servants, and other people don't often set foot in it. Fang Yun has been in the mansion for six years, and the number of times he has been here can be counted on one's fingers.

He poked his head around behind the tree and caught a glimpse of Feng Yu who was walking on the main road swaggeringly. He hurriedly ran over sneakily, and whispered: "In broad daylight, if you walk like this, if the sound of your footsteps spreads, you will be found."

Feng Yu said coldly: "I let you practice for so long, but you can still make noise when you walk."

Fang Yun said aggrievedly: "It's not like you don't know, I'm really not good at light kung fu."

Feng Yu glanced at him first, and then said casually: "From tomorrow onwards, practice plum blossom piles for an hour a day."

Fang Yun's foot slipped, almost hitting the back of his head on the ground, and passed out.

The so-called plum-blossom pile is to practice on the sharpened wood. If you are not careful, you will see blood. Looking at Uncle Cheng's back, Fang Yun felt that he had suffered an innocent disaster.

There were two sweepers standing at the door. Seeing them, Uncle Cheng stepped forward and said, "Where are they?"

One of the sweepers replied, "Inside the room."

Uncle Cheng lowered his voice and asked mysteriously, "Did you ask him to work?"

"Don't worry," the person who just answered continued, "He didn't even let him bring the water."

"Well done." Uncle Cheng heaved a sigh of relief.

While speaking, a person walked out of the door. He was very thin, and his facial features were not particularly outstanding, but there was an indescribable magic power when put together.

At the moment, Uncle Cheng was determined not to be able to appreciate this beauty, so he walked up quickly, "Why did you get off the ground?"

Lin Xun: "Earlier, I was bored in the room. I just heard the sound of sweeping the floor. I felt ashamed. If I didn't work, wouldn't it be free to eat and drink, and besides..."

"Enough." Uncle Cheng stopped him from continuing: "Don't talk."

Yu Bi added another sentence: "Speaking is a waste of energy."

Lin Xun nodded, then walked to a sweeper, and stretched out his hand to help him sweep the floor, but the sweeper hugged the broom tightly, no matter what, he would not let him get close at all.

"Well, since the room is stuffy, I'll pick some peach blossoms for you." After finishing speaking, she ran away with the broom in her arms.

The other person walked up to Lin Xun and wanted to help him in. Uncle Cheng also said, "If you're still bored, I'll ask someone to find you a singer."

Behind the tree, Fang Yun, who was watching the conversation the whole time, felt that something had exploded. Thinking of Lin Xun's origin, he ran back to Feng Yu again: "It's too much, young master, he has a more comfortable life than you."

He only watched a picture, but he didn't know that Uncle Cheng's heart was infinitely complicated at this time. If it was said that he regretted the most in his life, the contract he signed a few days ago would definitely rank among the top three.

Have you ever seen a person eat eight bowls of rice a day?

There may be, but have you ever seen someone who asked him to get some water and rice to add eight buckets, and chopped firewood directly to eight buckets of rice? !

In the end, pouring a cup of tea can be a reason for Lin Xun to add food, so that except for the first day, Lin Xun spent the rest of the day with his clothes on, his hands on his food, and his mouth open.

"Listening to ditty songs is so boring," Lin Xun said bluntly, "It's better to look at beautiful women. They have their own advantages and disadvantages, and by the way, they can also purify the soul through vision."

"How beautiful is it?"

"Oval face, almond eyes, the kind of eyes that can be crisp to the bone."

After answering, he immediately realized what was wrong. It was not an old voice, but a cool and pleasant male voice. Lin Xun turned his face and easily saw Feng Yu and Fang Yun standing not far away.