Feng Ziqing, who was still practicing, heard a knock on the door.
"Sir, there is a subordinate who claims to be Mr. Ming. Please go down and see him."
"Oh, let him wait for a while."
"Okay, I'll go and answer the question right now."
Feng Ziqing shook his head and asked the waiter to tell him. What, are you afraid of being beaten?
He came outside the inn and saw the slightly familiar follower. After seeing him come out, the latter clasped his fists and said: "Master Feng, my young prince invites you to visit the Fengzhu Pavilion ten miles outside the city. I have a gift for you."
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Feng Ziqing hummed and said with a smile: "Let him wait first. I still have some things to deal with in the city. Don't worry, it won't be long."
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"Huh?" Feng Ziqing frowned.
"Yes, I'll go back and send a message right now, but you must come, otherwise I won't be able to bear it." The follower looked anxious, but due to the opponent's strength, he did not dare to say anything more.
"Don't worry, go ahead. Remember not to send anyone to follow me again, otherwise I will be cruel." Feng Ziqing waved his hand, threatened a few words, and then turned around and headed to the impoverished area in the west of the city.
He wanted to see how the young brother and sister were doing now, and whether the little girl's illness had been cured. If he could help, he would lend a little help.
The young man has a tenacious mind. If he has the qualifications to practice, he will teach the young man some basic spiritual cultivation methods so that the young man can better protect himself and his sister and form a good relationship.
The follower stood there and hesitated for a moment, then finally shook his head and sighed, and waved. The others appeared one by one, and then led everyone out of the city, leaving only one person waiting at the city gate.
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The poverty-stricken area still looked the same. Feng Ziqing walked around half a circle before he saw the young brother and sister who had changed places.
After not seeing each other for more than half a year, the boy's height has grown a little, but his sister's height has not changed much, but his complexion has returned to normal, so he must have recovered from his illness.
"Who are you?" When the young man saw a strange man suddenly appear behind him, he turned around to protect his sister, with a wary look on his face.
The little girl hid behind the boy, only daring to show half of her head to watch.
Feng Ziqing looked at the young man for a moment. Although his qualifications were average, if he had a tough mind, he might not be able to practice.
He smiled slightly and asked: "Do you want to practice?"
The young man's eyes lit up, and then his expression became more alert, "I don't know you, and I don't have the qualifications to practice. You can find someone else."
Tong Ziqing kept smiling. Well, he has become more cautious and knows how to guard against others. "If you want to practice, I can teach you. This is a rare opportunity."
"Brother" The little girl behind the boy tugged on the boy's clothes and seemed a little scared.
"Don't worry, brother is here." The young man turned around and patted the little girl's hand, comforting him with a smile. Then he turned around and said solemnly: "I don't have the qualifications to practice, and besides, I still have a sister to take care of, so I won't bother you.
Let’s go first.”
After saying that, he picked up his sister and ran away.
Feng Ziqing smiled helplessly. Could this young man regard him as the kind of bad person who coaxes children and then sells them? He thought about it, and it was true that he asked people if they wanted to practice cultivation as soon as they came up.
He raised his hand lightly to freeze the two of them, and then said through a message: "Think about it carefully, does it sound familiar to you?"
After being immobilized, the young man was originally very panicked, but after hearing that reminder, he remembered the scene more than half a year ago.
"It's you!" the young man suddenly said.
Feng Ziqing hummed, then released his immobilization, and said with a smile: "I finally remembered."
The young man was overjoyed and hurriedly turned around and ran back. After putting his sister down, he wanted to kneel down and kowtow.
Feng Ziqing raised his hand to stop, and waved his hand: "No need to do that, I just did it casually that day. I am leaving here today, and I would like to see you before leaving, so that I can feel at ease."
The young man said seriously: "Your casual behavior is a kindness to us. If you hadn't stopped them, the purple bamboo leaves would probably have been taken away, and my sister's illness would not be cured."
Feng Ziqing said: "The ones who saved your sister were the purple bamboo leaves that you worked so hard to get, and the doctor Wang, who is both highly virtuous and skilled. I just helped you with a small favor. If I make a difference in the future,
Yes, remember to thank Dr. Wang."
"Yes, I will definitely do it!" The young man nodded vigorously.
Feng Ziqing nodded and said, "Let me ask you one last time, do you want to practice?"
"Yes, of course I do!" the young man said loudly.
"Okay, are there any empty houses that no one lives in here?" Feng Ziqing asked.
"Yes, but they are all bad." The boy replied.
"It's okay, take me there."
In a dilapidated house.
Feng Ziqing set up a ban outside the house and asked the boy to sit cross-legged. The little girl followed suit and followed suit.
He briefly and concisely told the young man some common knowledge about spiritual practice, and both brothers and sisters listened attentively.
"I will teach you another common spiritual practice formula. Please understand it carefully. If you can successfully refine your spiritual power, it means that you have the qualifications to practice."
"Okay." The young man was eager to give it a try.
Half an hour later, Feng Ziqing looked at the young man in front of him and felt a little relieved. Although his cultivation speed was ordinary, at least he could practice. Even if he could only reach the Alchemy Realm in this life, it would still be much better than ordinary people.
The scene of a young man teaching his mind and cultivating it seems familiar.
Young Hu slowly opened his eyes and looked at Feng Ziqing in disbelief. He could actually practice!
Feng Zi patted the young man's shoulder lightly and warned: "In addition to the knowledge in practice, what I told you must be firmly remembered. If you dare to bully the weak and do evil in the future, if I know,
I won’t spare you!”
"Yes, I remember it! I will definitely be a hero who punishes evil and promotes good in the future!"
Feng Zi chuckled lightly and continued: "Okay, I have taught you everything I need to teach you. It depends on your own understanding in the future. Your sister is still young and has a poor constitution. It is not the time yet. When she grows up, she will be able to bear it.
Be stronger and try again to see if you can practice."
"Okay, remember, thank you, my great benefactor. I will repay you well when I grow up and become successful!"
Feng Ziqing chuckled, waved his hand to remove the restriction, and said: "Okay, I should go. You don't need to ask me what my name is, and I won't ask your name. I still have one day to come back. If we meet again by chance, I'll go there."
It’s never too late to know.”
"Yes, we will definitely meet again!" the young man said loudly, with tears in his eyes. Their parents died young, and no one had ever been so kind to them.
Feng Zi gently touched the boy's head, leaned over and pinched the little girl's face, sighing softly, "Go back, remember to hide your clumsiness and see you again when we are destined."
The young man bent down and bowed, and when he stood up, he had disappeared from sight, and his heart was full of admiration. He took the hand of his sister, who had a surprised look on her face and her mouth wide open, and vowed to live up to the benefactor's expectations and protect her.
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In front of the abandoned house, Feng Ziqing stood outside the door and did not go in for a long time.
The news about Yu Li was already known, but Emperor Ziluo's words forced him to conceal the news. What was there in this abandoned house that the emperor valued so much?
In the end, Feng Ziqing apologized to the dilapidated wooden door of the abandoned house. Although the person inside was not the Ming Dynasty, to him, he was still the same person.
He will definitely try to tell him this news as soon as possible, definitely.