Feng Shui Master of Rebirth

Ma Yanwang was in great pain, with a body like a mummy, he thought that he had nothing to make him feel the touch. He used to feel regret, but now he only had one feeling: let him die!

Maybe that's how it feels to live rather than die?King Ma Yan wished that he could pass out, or let the main character bear all this, but unfortunately, he couldn't do it.The effect of the drugs did not make him confused but more sober. The main personality did not appear because he was suppressed by himself. Without a spellcaster, he could not come out.

"Please, please give me a good time!" In order to prevent Ma Yan Wang from committing suicide, Ling Feng had his hands bound long ago. The itching feeling kept torturing him, and he wanted to find something to rub against the wall. The white ash had already fallen off a layer, but he didn't seem to notice it, so he could only keep crying and begging for mercy.

The nameless old man lost his vitality this time, and he looked much older. Ling Feng's arms and legs hadn't recovered yet, so he could only appear in a wheelchair temporarily. The Wuming old man and Yuan Yangzi were very helpless.

I really don't know what to do with such a disciple who is too emotional.The Wuming old man sighed, this child has always depended on him for life, he suddenly knew that he would not live long, and he didn't complain about being so abnormal, he only hoped that he would not lose his heart.

There is always a day when people will die, when that time comes, how sad should this child be?The nameless old man felt a little worried when he thought about it.

It's not that Ling Feng really can't see that his master will leave him in the future, but although he can see it rationally, his emotions don't allow him to let go. It would be great if he really had such a technique of bringing the dead back to life!It's just that this is impossible, and even a powerful warlock who defies the sky can't do it.

Wuming Laodao sat on the side with Yuan Yangzi and Ling Feng. A dozen warlocks in front of them collected all the suspicious items they found in the cave of King Ma Yan and put them in the living room one by one. Everyone looked at all this curiously. , What black lacquered jade, wooden sticks, a ball of silk thread, and strange stones.

"We have already contacted the police," Sun Guoming said simply. "The son of Huang Shufen was also found in the cave. He had been in a coma before, and he didn't get any reliable clues."

"Also, a mummy was found inside. According to tests, it may be Huang Shufen."

"Are there any clues?" The Wuming old man asked after checking the things one by one.

"There are no clues." The silver-haired Sun Guoming thought for a while and answered honestly.As the head of a meeting, no matter how mysterious and noble he is in front of ordinary people, standing in front of this former Daoist Taishan Beidou, casually, is deceptive, just like a primary school student standing in front of a teacher to report on his studies.

"I can only ask Ma Yan Wang." The nameless old man glanced at his beloved apprentice quietly, "Disciple, you see that this investigation requires the cooperation of Ma Yan Wang, and the suffering of Ma Yan Wang is almost the same, so let me explain it to you." Let everyone check it out as soon as possible!"

Ling Feng was expressionless, and scanned the living room. The people who originally wanted to agree with the unknown old man to let the little doll hand over the antidote tightened their chrysanthemums, and immediately put away their thoughts, with an innocent face, and even a few clever warlocks stood up: "It's better to let him suffer a little more, or what if he doesn't cooperate and play tricks after giving him the antidote?!"

"That's right!" The rest of the warlocks looked concerned and peeked at Ling Feng's expression.

Ling Feng had no expression, which made everyone slightly disappointed.

Jianghu is such a world where the strong are respected. It has nothing to do with your status. As long as you have high strength, enough brains, and enough ruthlessness, no one will underestimate him.

Ling Feng has fully demonstrated his strength in the past few days, his face is expressionless, even if he is in a wheelchair, he does not change his aura. Before, he was as clean as water, but these two days are full of oppression, making people dare not look directly at him.

Ling Feng is not a person who doesn't know good and evil, let this grinning guy suffer a little bit, on the one hand, it is a sigh of relief, on the other hand, it is also letting this guy know the terrain he is in. Weak, let him know good or bad.

"I'll have Tianyi deliver the antidote later." Zhang Tianyi, who was in charge of pushing Ling Feng's wheelchair, nodded coldly. Although the scratch on his chest had not completely healed, it would not affect his freedom of movement. It was just Zhong Ziheng's aftermath. Back injury, arm injury has not fully recovered, but it does not affect his free walking. After he can move freely, the two volunteered to serve Uncle Xiaoshi. Tianyi is responsible for pushing the wheelchair for Lingfeng, and Zhong Ziheng, who loves to move Every day, I would go out to watch the excitement, listen to gossip and gossip, and then come back and tell Ling Feng to relieve his boredom.

"That's right!" Old Yang heaved a sigh of relief, slapped his palm, and said with lingering fear: "This tickling powder is really terrible, where did Xiaofeng get it?"

"No matter where you get it from, this thing is the best medicine for extorting a confession!" Without waiting for Ling Feng to say anything, the third child of the Chen family spoke out first. The excitement and curiosity that could not be expressed in words, the eldest brother of the Chen family Shaking his head, his curiosity towards this younger brother was really speechless.

"Okay, let's get back to business." The Wuming old man and Yuan Yangzi looked at each other, both heaved a sigh of relief, and let go of Ling Feng's overall situation, fearing that the child's blind eyes would be blinded by hatred, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Those present are all people who have been famous for a long time in the Jianghu. Although they are quite afraid of Ling Feng's strength, if Ling Feng blindly does not know what is good or bad, at that time, even if he gives respect based on his strength, he will not take it too seriously. Such powerful but unknown masters are not without exception. In the end, without exception, they were all exploited by others or retreated into the world, or left their hometowns, seriously decapitated.

As his own disciple, he knew Ling Feng's temperament and was more than intelligent, but he was afraid of digging into a dead end.

Ling Feng just sat for a while. The things these warlocks found were not of much value, and their vitality didn't fluctuate much, so they weren't any good things, except for the torch.

The torch is made of wood, but it has a faint metallic luster, and it makes a metallic sound when knocked.

Holding the torch, Ling Feng had to say that the person who made the torch was really ingenious. It was a talent to be able to make an inconspicuous torch from the thousand-year-old iron tree wood.

The value of the thousand-year-old iron tree is the same as the value of the thousand-year-old fine nanmu. It is very precious, and it can be regarded as a category that cannot be found. Therefore, when someone makes it into a torch, no one will notice that this tattered torch is precious. Millennium iron tree?

What's more, the density of thousand-year-old iron trees is extremely high. There is a saying that if you want to cut down this iron tree, you will have to damage yourself by [-] to saw it off, not to mention making such a torch.

Ling Feng was very curious about the person who made the torch, and even felt that the person who made it was his fateful opponent. This feeling became stronger after he picked up the torch.

Fated opponent?Ling Feng was in a trance for a moment, on the long river of fate, there seemed to be a person secretly peeping at him, his eyes were full of evil and had a fighting spirit.

Am I born again for such a man?Ling Feng was in a trance, as if it was God's will. From this life onwards, he kept thinking, what is the purpose of his rebirth?Is it really for Taoism?If it is the revitalization of the Daoist sect that does not use him at all, and there are thousands of capable people, what is he worth?

Constantly guessing, after more than ten years, he still didn't think that maybe it was really for Taoism that he was reborn?He can only comfort himself in this way, it is a very beautiful thing to live peacefully like this.

No one knows that Ling Feng actually likes to be quiet and not to move, he doesn't like to struggle, and he doesn't like too complicated interpersonal relationships. He is more suitable to stay in one place quietly and live peacefully.

He also thought that he would continue like this, until he calmed down and touched the torch today, he really got a little warning from the heavens—either he died or I died.

Ling Feng calmed down, this opponent is not ordinary!His skills are so high that even his master can't match him, and he still has the heavenly book in his hands. Apart from his practical ability, his theoretical knowledge is unmatched. He is still young, and he has too much room for improvement. With such a warning, what does it mean?

Who is the opponent?Is it really a "child" from thousands of years ago?

Xiemo 'Tong' is a stunningly talented person, but his intentions are not righteous. I don't know if this kind of person even God has a heart to cherish his talents. After doing all kinds of bad things, he can still get away with it for a hundred years, and even the god of death can be avoided.

Ling Feng's heart sank, if he was really 'Tong', then his chances of winning were really zero.

He is not a proud and arrogant person. In his first rebirth, he thought that he was the protagonist of heaven and earth, and he could do whatever he wanted. On the contrary, because of cultivating Taoism, he realized the unfathomable depth of heaven and cultivated his mind and body.

Really with this Tong Dou, unless Tiandao is on his side, will Tiandao be on his side?Ling Feng didn't know, the will of the heavens was too obscure, so it was not so much a destined opponent, but a scene specially arranged by God, a scene specially for Tian Dao to watch.

One is self-improvement, and the other is an opponent deliberately arranged by Heaven. Such a confrontation between two masters of the rivers and lakes has spanned a thousand years, and it feels really crazy just for this battle.

Ling Feng smiled wryly in his heart, no matter what kind of guess it was, it could only be described as tragedy.The tragedy of the previous life seems to have not changed much in this life.

However, even so, I still want to thank God for giving him this chance of rebirth, allowing him to see different scenery in this world, getting Master's care, and so many friendships.

It's just that I'm sorry for my parents, and I haven't done filial piety since I was born.

While thinking, Zhang Tianyi had already pushed Ling Feng back into the room, put the torch safely on Ling Feng's knee, and went back to the room with him.

The Wuming old Taoist and the rest of the sorcerers waited for Zhang Tianyi to deliver the antidote, and then arrived at the place where Ma Yanwang was being held. At this time, Ma Yanwang's black clothes had been worn out, revealing his shriveled body. Seeing so many people coming, his eyes were begging, he kept yelling for mercy, and his body was still grinding against the wall. This scene made the warlock who had seen many criminals They also showed a look of unbearable, Zhang Tianyi snorted coldly, wearing a special deerskin glove, pinched Ma Yan Wang's chin, and poured down the antidote.

Ma Yanwang tried his best to swallow the medicine. He didn't eat or drink for a few days, his physical strength declined, and his mouth was very dry. Zhang Tianyi didn't give him water, so he could only secrete saliva to swallow the medicine powder. How long did it take, about ten minutes, or twenty minutes, Ma Yanwang finally stopped rubbing against the wall, instead his body became limp, and he wanted to slide and sit on the ground, but he was bound by the rope and couldn't sit down, his legs still After the trembling stopped and the itching stopped, he felt exhausted.

"If you have any questions, please ask them as soon as possible!" Ma Yanwang knew that if he didn't cooperate well with them, he would really die if he had another tickle fan. Can die happily!

King Ma Yan had a hundred regrets in his heart, never had such a desire to die quickly, such a strong desire to die made him aggrieved, but he had no extra choice.

Man is the knife and I am the fish.Such an end, a good death is not bad!The rules of the rivers and lakes are like this, Ma Yanwang is convinced, even if he is not convinced, there is nothing to do, isn't it? !