Feng Yi felt slightly uncomfortable when he heard Tang Zhan's name. After he realized what the other party said, he said, "Zhao Wan?"
"Yes, I wanted to remind you just now that I saw you and Master chatting happily, so I didn't dare to disturb you."
The slap from the master before was still painful. How could Tang Zhan dare to make Yang Bufan angry again? This time, Yang Bufan was surrounded by everyone and he only found a chance to speak.
"Let's go find them."
Feng Yi made a decision immediately.
I came here this time just to help Zhao Wan find a husband. How could I let the opportunity pass by?
"Feifan, I have something to do as a teacher. I'll come back to you when I'm done."
Feng Yi left the factory with Tang Zhan and He Yingqiu without saying a word.
"Hey, Master."
Seeing that Feng Yi was leaving in such a hurry, Yang Bufan couldn't stay, so he apologized and followed him.
Yang Yunfei saw this and followed him.
The female reporter and many villagers saw him walking in a hurry and wanted to follow him, but their speed was too fast and they were far away in a few steps.
"Why did Master Yang leave in such a hurry?"
The female reporter was a little depressed, but then she looked happy again: "Today's interview was not successful, so I will continue to see Master Yang tomorrow."
Zhong Jun looked at the female reporter's retreating figure and pouted in displeasure: "You're not doing this for the interview, you're clearly coveting her beauty!"
"Sister Jun, can beauty also be used on men?"
Xiaolin asked curiously.
"You little girl, why are you asking so many questions?"
After Zhong Jun finished complaining, she looked at the villagers who didn't care about her and sighed. Everything else was just a trivial matter. Now that her trick was discovered, it would be difficult to get money out of her again.
Not to mention cheating money, if she doesn't let her pay back the money, then these villagers are just being open-minded.
…
Zhong Jun is worried here, but Yang Bufan has already caught up with Feng Yi.
Over the years in Maoshan, he has also studied footwork. Although it is not as sophisticated as Bu Gang Tao Dou, it is still not weak.
What's surprising is that Yang Yunfei can also follow him closely behind, which shows that his strength is also very high.
"Master, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"
Yang Bufan asked.
"It's not a big deal."
Feng Yi briefly introduced Zhao Wan's search for her husband and then said: "Miss Zhao said that her husband previously joined the guerrillas. I would like to ask the captain if he knows her husband."
"Master has indeed not changed at all. He is still as old-fashioned and warm-hearted as before."
Yang Bufan praised.
Gudao hot intestine?
Why do I think this word sounds weird?
Yang Yunfei on the side heard the words and smiled and praised: "Why is my brother Dao Bufan so kind? He will help when encountering injustice and does not ask for any reward afterwards. He is a model of high integrity and integrity. It turns out that he has been passed down by his master.
It’s really admirable.”
"It's just a little effort, just a little effort."
Feng Yi waved his hand and said.
His impression of this Yang Feiyun was just average. He was neither pleasant nor unhappy. It was just that Yang Feiyun always liked to say some complimentary remarks in and out of his words. If nothing else, he was quite mean-spirited.
Several people chased them into the wilderness, where the guerrilla captain was leading the soldiers in an orderly queue on their way back home.
"Please stay!"
Feng Yi rushed in front to stop them and said.
The captain raised his hand, and the whole team immediately stopped, as if the music of the piano had stopped suddenly, very neatly.
"Master, what do you do for me?"
The guerrilla leader asked calmly.
Now he has accepted the reality of his sacrifice. They just passed through the wall without any hindrance.
Now they just want to return to their roots.
"Captain, it's like this. There is a woman who has been separated from her husband. She said that her husband used to be a guerrilla. I want her to see if her husband is here, is that okay?"
Feng Yi said politely.
"Since we are brothers in the military, of course we can."
The guerrilla leader nodded.
With a click, the paper umbrella Zhao Wan was hiding opened on its own and passed over the heads of the soldiers. She looked at the unfamiliar faces and trembled: "Guoming, Guoming, where are you?"
But after watching it for a long time, she finally flew back to Feng Yi's hand in despair.
"Didn't you find anyone?"
Feng Yi asked with a frown.
"No...he's not here."
Zhao Wan said in a low tone.
Feng Yi pondered for a moment, then raised his head and asked: "Captain, this woman's husband is called Fang Guoming. Do you have any impression?"
"Fang Guoming?"
The guerrilla leader did not speak, but a ghost next to him answered: "Fang Guoming, I have heard of this name. He seems to be a guerrilla from the third team."
"Aren't you on the same team?"
Feng Yi asked.
"The third team was our vanguard team. Unfortunately, it was ambushed and hit the enemy's mine array by mistake. The entire army was wiped out..."
The guerrilla leader sighed and said to Zhao Wan in the paper umbrella: "I'm sorry, sister-in-law, if nothing else happens, I think your husband should have fallen and returned to his roots before us."
"No, I didn't see him..."
Zhao Wan choked up again after hearing the news.
"In that case, I won't delay you any longer, captain, go on your way."
Feng Yi cupped his hand, and the others also bowed slightly in respect.
"Goodbye everyone."
The guerrilla captain led all the soldiers to salute them and set off again. Their figures moved further and further away until they completely disappeared.
"Miss Zhao, I wonder what your plans are next?"
Since Fang Guoming has been dead for many years, it is more difficult to find him than to fly to the sky. Of course, it is not difficult for Feng Yi to fly to the sky now, but it is really difficult to find Fang Guoming's ghost among thousands of ghosts.
If Fang Guoming had already been reincarnated, that would be even less important.
"Perhaps Guoming and I are not related by fate, but I am still very grateful for your kindness."
Zhao Wan said softly after regaining her composure.
"It doesn't have to be like this, Miss Zhao. We cultivators are willing to help you, regardless of whether you are a human or a ghost."
He Yingqiu opened his mouth and said.
"Let's do this, Miss Zhao. I will help you find a cemetery as soon as possible and bury you as soon as possible. What do you think?"
Yang Bufan said from the side.
"Feifan, have you learned the art of Feng Shui?"
Feng Yi asked in surprise.
"Yes, master, my master taught me this when we were in Maoshan."
Yang Bufan replied.
It turned out that Uncle Jiu taught me.
Feng Yi was quite pleased to hear such an answer.
Although Uncle Jiu's Feng Shui skills were not well inherited by his disciples, fortunately, his disciple Yang Bufan was able to inherit his mantle and live up to Uncle Jiu's cultivation.
Zhao Wan didn't say anything when she heard Yang Bufan's words. Everyone knew that she was in a low mood, but they also understood that she was acquiescing if she didn't say anything.
With his worries settled, Feng Yi said, "It's getting very late. Let's go back to the hotel and rest first. If there's anything else we can discuss in detail tomorrow."
