In fact, Xiao Feng didn't know much about Nangong Ji's identity. He had only met Nangong Ji four times. However, every time he met, Nangong Ji would give him benefits, which made him once ask Mr. Jing. ,When will old man Nangong come next time~
Although Xiao Feng didn't know Nangong Jishi's identity specifically, he could make some guesses. He was definitely a great man. As he grew older, his knowledge naturally became wider and wider.
Especially in recent years, he has met too many important people, but few people can possess Nangong Jishi's background and temperament. That is an aura that is innate and cannot be cultivated.
Xiao Feng asked Mr. Jing many times, but Mr. Jing just told him that Nangong Ji belonged to the Nangong family, but kept silent about this Nangong family. Since Mr. Jing didn't say anything, Xiao Feng had no choice but to check it out himself.
It didn't matter after a quick search, Xiao Feng was surprised to find that there were five or six Nangong families in the world, all of which belonged to very large families, but he couldn't find out which one was Nangong Ji's family.
Nangong Ji hadn't been here for a long time. Xiao Feng didn't want to worry too much about useless things. He just went back and forth like this, so he put the matter behind him. He didn't expect to see Nangong Ji again today.
On the way here, Xiao Feng was thinking about what benefits Nangong Ji would give him this time, and whether he would teach him some martial arts, such as the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, Nine Yang Magic and so on.
But when I think about the current situation, I can't help but feel nervous. It can't be the Sunflower Book. Damn, otherwise, how could the old guy be so happy when he finds out that his penis is no longer easy to use? No, although it's not easy to use, it's okay anyway It can urinate, but it must not be cut off or beaten to death.
Nangong Ji looked at Xiao Feng with a smile. He hadn't seen this little guy for several years, but he had grown so big. "Boy, don't you need to say hello to me?"
"Hey, hello, Grandpa Nangong," Xiao Feng hurriedly stepped forward and said hello with a smile: "Grandpa Nangong, wherever you have been in recent years, I haven't seen you come to see me. I miss you so much."
"Really? Do you miss me or do you want benefits?" Nangong Ji asked with a half-smile, and finally his eyes fell on Xiao Feng's head: "Why is this hurt? Come on, let Grandpa Nangong show it to you. look,"
"Ahem, of course I miss Grandpa Nangong," Xiao Feng's face felt hot, he touched his head and walked up.
"Miss me, oh, I originally prepared a big benefit for you, but since you don't want it, forget it," Nangong Ji smiled a little playfully.
"Well, um, that Grandpa Nangong, while I am thinking about you, I occasionally think about the benefits you have given me, hehe," Xiao Feng quickly changed his words, fearing that Nangong Ji would really not give him any benefits.
If the benefits given by ordinary people were forgotten, he, Xiao Feng, wouldn't be able to see it, but Nangong Ji was, obviously not an ordinary person. The 'Hemostasis and Sheng Ji Powder' that he and the Shafeng Organization are currently using is that Nangong Ji is just a casual The small benefit given to him is a hundred times better than Yunnan Baiyao.
It is precisely because of 'Zhixuejishengsan' that Xiao Feng escaped from death several times and survived. For Shafeng, the effect of this drug is more obvious. He needs to bleed and get injured every day during training, so he uses 'Zhisheshengjisan'. If you loose it, the bleeding will stop quickly and new flesh will grow. Only in this way can you strengthen training and continuously become stronger. If you are injured once and lie down for ten days and a half months, then the training effect will be achieved.
Nangong Ji looked at Xiao Feng and couldn't help laughing: "Old guy, your grandson is still so naughty." After saying that, he stood up, untied the gauze on Xiao Feng's head, and looked at it casually. After a few glances: "A small injury is bandaged up like an Indian Asan. Don't you think it's embarrassing?"
"I..." If it were another person standing in front of him, he would probably be slapped, and a five-six-inch gash would be opened on his head. If he hadn't been carrying the 'Bleeding Stopper and Shengji Powder' with him, It is simply impossible to escape the fate of more than ten stitches.
Mr. Jing and Master Huiyue also raised their heads, looked at Xiao Feng's head, and both smiled: "Boy, I thought I could blow you into a rock chicken last night."
"Damn, old guy, why don't you curse me?" Xiao Feng rolled his eyes.
"Amitabha, Almsgiver Xiao is blessed with great blessings and destiny, nothing will happen to him," Master Huiyue shouted the Buddha's name and clasped his hands together.
Xiao Feng respects Master Huiyue quite a bit. He is definitely a man of real ability. Otherwise, how could he have predicted that he would experience life and death in Mount Tai. "Hello, Master,"
"Haha..." Master Huiyue smiled and nodded.
Nangong Ji took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket and sprinkled it on Xiao Feng's head wound a few times: "No need to bandage anymore, it will be fine in a week at most."
"Thank you, Grandpa Nangong," Xiao Feng's eyes gleamed like an old man meeting an old widow. He stared at the medicine bottle in Nangong Jishi's hand. It is estimated that this thing is more high-end and classy than the 'Hemostasis and Muscle Powder' ah.
Nangong Ji noticed Xiao Feng's gaze and threw it to him casually: "I'll give it to you. Maybe I can save your kid's life at a critical moment."
"Hey, Grandpa Nangong, have you heard a story?"
"what story,"
"Teaching a man to fish is worse than teaching him to fish, have you ever heard of it?" Xiao Feng asked with a shy face while holding the small medicine bottle.
"..." Nangong Ji was dumbfounded. This boy was really getting thicker and thicker.
"Hahaha, Old Man Nangong, this boy is asking for the formula from you," Mr. Jing clapped his legs and laughed, then looked at Xiao Feng: "Boy, this recipe is very valuable, you have to kneel down and worship me, Old Man Nangong. Will pass it on to you..."
When Xiao Feng heard what Mr. Jing said, he immediately understood the meaning and made a gesture to kneel down: "Master..."
"Don't," Nangong Ji quickly supported Xiao Feng and glared at Mr. Jing: "You are an old and disrespectful guy. I have seen this kid four times in total. You made him kneel down and worship me three times. It's so abominable. "
"Hehe... Then I don't know. You see, my grandson is going to kneel down for you. It's up to you." Mr. Jing was also proud. If Xiao Feng worships old man Nangong as his teacher, then he will be better than Nangong Ji out of thin air. He has gained a generation. Besides, if Nangong Ji really accepts Xiao Feng as his disciple, the help to him will be unlimited.
Xiao Feng didn't intend to really kneel down, but he also felt that this trick was very useful. He had used it three times before, and he could get some benefits every time. Of course, even if he really knelt down to worship his master, he felt that he would not suffer any loss. , although he didn’t know Nangong Ji’s true identity, he really hadn’t seen many people who could talk to Mr. Jing like this.
"Don't think that I don't know what your old boy is planning," Nangong Ji rolled his eyes at Mr. Jing, then looked at Xiao Feng: "If you were not this old guy's grandson, with such good qualifications, I would accept you as my disciple. That's okay, that's all, I'll give you the recipe, but you have to promise me one thing,"
"What,"
"I haven't decided yet. I will come back to you when I need you to do it."
"Okay," Xiao Feng nodded without hesitation. Nangong Ji wouldn't harm him anyway.
"Well, I will write you the recipe in the evening," Nangong Jishi sat down again and glanced at the chess game: "Which one of you two will win?"
"Being entangled for the time being," Mr. Jing picked up a black stone and put it on the chessboard with shaking hands: "Playing chess with an old monk is the most boring thing."
"A peaceful mind is the most important thing," Master Huiyue smiled, picked up the white piece and put it in a position.
"Look, this old monk is cheating," Mr. Jing patted his thigh.
Xiao Feng can be considered a master. He just glanced at the chessboard a few times before his eyes widened and he was shocked: "What a huge momentum, such a profound chess style..."
Xiao Feng often played chess with Mr. Jing, and occasionally won two games. But at this time, he realized that it was just Mr. Jing teasing him. Not to mention anything else, this game of chess did not require more than two moves. He will definitely lose.
Xiao Feng was a little frustrated. How unfathomable this old guy was was not only true in chess but also in kung fu. From childhood to adulthood, he had fought against Mr. Jing. Every time he grew to a certain height, he would find that Mr. Jing The strength will also be strengthened...
"By the way, boy, where are the Buddhist beads that Master Huiyue gave you?" Mr. Jing suddenly asked when he saw the chess game entangled.
Xiao Feng touched his wrist: "I put it in the villa,"
"Um, you don't have a fever anymore," Mr. Jing asked nervously.
"No,"
"Haha, that's good, old monk Huiyue, you lose," Elder Jing laughed happily, and the black man fell to the ground, his murderous intent approaching the white man.
Master Huiyue picked up a white seed, looked at Xiao Feng, and sighed: "This child is like you back then, with too much sharpness, which is not a good thing. Mr. Jing, if you had..."
"Don't mention those days, I am living a happy life now," Mr. Jing waved his hand, a trace of loneliness flashed deep in his eyes.
Xiao Feng didn't catch this loneliness, but he heard something else from Master Huiyue: "Old guy, what happened back then?"
"Nothing, old monk, hurry up and play chess," Mr. Jing shook his head and looked at Master Huiyue and said.
Master Huiyue watched the chess game and finally put down the white piece: "I lost."
"Haha, old monk, since you have given up, then what you promised me..."
"I will do it myself,"
"Okay," Mr. Jing nodded with a smile and breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiao Feng listened to Mr. Jing and Master Huiyue playing riddles and asked in a daze: "Grandpa Nangong, what are they talking about?"
"Haha, you are too weak now. You don't need to understand. What you have to do now is to make yourself stronger," Nangong Ji chuckled, but there was a touch of mystery on his face.
Xiao Feng wanted to laugh a few times. He was too weak. Although he was not in his heyday, he could not be linked to "weak". There were people outside the world, and he understood this very well, but even if there were others, he could not It would be an exaggeration to call him 'weak'.
However, Xiao Feng was very smart and did not refute Nangong Jishi, but asked humbly: "Grandpa Nangong, how can I become stronger?" The meaning is very clear, what are your benefits, can you make me stronger, and what martial arts secrets do you have? , throw it out quickly,
