Mages Are Too OP

This energy can only be felt when it is very close.

Before, Roland had always believed that this special, intangible energy can only be produced on some special occasions, such as ancestral temples, or temples and temples.

After all, the first time Roland encountered this kind of energy was when the family ancestor worship ended.

The first impression is very important, and it is quite normal to have such a'conclusion'.

Only the subsequent search for more than a year made him doubt this conclusion.

However, now he saw the energy cluster again.

In addition, there are quite a lot of these gadgets, floating leisurely in the'houses' in the courtyard.

Roland was stunned on the spot.

The old man noticed his abnormality, followed his line of sight and looked back and saw his own room. He asked strangely: "What are you looking at? What's so good about my ancestor's painting."

"No, it just feels that the atmosphere here is a little different from other places, it has a peculiar feeling." Roland replied a little embarrassed.

Who knows that when the old man heard Roland's words, his expression suddenly became excited: "Can you feel it?"

"It feels a little bit."

"Come and come!" The old man became even more excited now. He took Roland's hand and walked into the house: "It seems that you are also a person who knows goods. I like communicating with young people with connotation like you the most."

He dragged Roland into the courtyard, and then dragged it to the hall.

Generally speaking, in addition to worshiping ancestors during festivals, rural houses are also places to receive guests.

Of course, different places have different customs, and other places may not be like this.

There are a few wooden benches and three rocking chairs that are obviously in the vintage.

He sat down first, then pointed to the rocking chair next to him, and said enthusiastically, "Sit down, alas, you don’t know. This courtyard was built by my father and me, brick by brick, so it’s useless. It took a lot of effort."

Roland looked around. He tried not to allow himself to pay attention to the energy balls flying above his head and around him. Instead, he asked with some surprise, "You built it yourself? This yard is made of blue bricks!"

The old man was quite proud: "We also burned it ourselves. My father used to be a mason and knew how to burn blue bricks."

"Awesome!" Roland admired a little.

This courtyard house is obviously some years old, and the old blue bricks seem to have a taste of historical deposits.

Decades ago, it was not easy to burn the blue bricks from a cellar.

Let alone two people build this yard.

"Tell me, what is the power of this yard." The old man leaned forward slightly: "I want to hear it."

Is this a test, or a test?

Roland only thought for less than two seconds before he had thoughts and rhetoric.

He recently discovered that in reality, his thinking speed is much faster.

"I won't talk about the advantages of warm in winter and cool in summer, and most people can feel it." Roland smiled.

The old man picked up a fan from the side and shook it gently: "The advantage is that ordinary people can't feel it?"

Roland closed his eyes slightly and half-opened: "Qi, I feel a very weak breath here."

The old man's eyes widened: "What's not angry is not scientific at all, don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense, that's how I feel." Roland stared into the old man's eyes, without stepping back: "Although it doesn't feel great, it does."

After the two sides looked at each other for a while, the old man laughed loudly: "Yes, it is indeed angry here."

"Can you feel it too?"

Roland looked at the old man in surprise. He was wondering if the old man could feel those energy balls just like himself.

The old man shook his head: "I can't feel it."

Roland frowned: "Then you..."

"But this does not prevent me from judging."

The old man stood up and walked to the side, a thick wooden bench in front of him.

He drummed hard with his right hand and slammed down heavily.

With a bang, this wooden bench was interrupted in two.

The fresh stubble burrs were revealed, and all this tells others that this wooden bench is genuine, not a prop.

Then the old man showed his right palm to Roland, without any red marks.

"Since I moved here, I have never had a bottleneck in my practice." The old man hesitated, "I have never gotten sick, and I have never caught a cold."

Roland thought for a while and said, "You are in martial arts, and it's normal to be in good health. This is not an argument."

"Then you have seen anyone who can practice kung fu to this level like me."

While the old man was talking, he punched again, breaking the bench that had been broken in half on the ground, half broken and then broken in two.

Roland raised his eyebrows.

Going to one side, raising his foot, stepped heavily on the broken bench on the other half.

Also broken!

However, the quality of this bench was really good. Although it was broken, it still made Roland's feet numb.

"The young man has a good skill." The old man chuckled, "You can feel angry. It doesn't seem to be a simple character. Let's talk about it, what do you want to do when you come to me!"

Roland thought for a while and said, "I originally wanted to say that I wanted to come and learn iron head skills with you, but now, I will say, I want to rent a house here to live in and rub your "qi"."

Hahahaha!The old man made a bold voice, and he said loudly, "No problem. I like honest young children the most. There are many empty houses in the courtyard, and only my son and I live. He runs around all the time. The popularity here is not very popular. You are willing to come occasionally. Living in can be regarded as helping us increase our popularity. You can live in the opposite house for three thousand yuan a month."

Roland took a breath: "It's too expensive."

Although Roland now earns from the game every month, and the money exchanged is at least 50 times this number, the rental price of houses in the entire county is not high. It's about 1500.

And here is a room of about 20 square meters, and it costs 3,000. This person is black.

Roland pretended to think about it, then gritted his teeth and replied: "3000 is 3000, poor culture and rich martial arts, who makes me want to practice martial arts."

The old man laughed, quite contented.

Roland was expressionless, smiled in his heart, also quite contented.

Both felt that they were taking advantage.

The old man felt that he could get a price of 3,000 for a house in this suburb, and he was a business genius.

And Roland... he felt the energy group floating around, and he cried out to earn money.

Both are quite satisfied.

Then Roland took out his cell phone and transferred the old man's rent for one month.

Although the old man was old, he still had fun on WeChat. Roland saw that the old man’s WeChat profile picture was a young and beautiful girl, whose screen name was:

'Little lotus only reveals sharp horns'.

Gee!Sao, the older the person, the more Sao.

Putting away the phone, Roland asked, "Old man, your last name."

"My last name is Yu!"

Ok?

Roland was stunned: "What is your relationship with the Yu family?"

In this county seat, people with the surname'Yu' are from Shu Ke's family tree.

Even Lao Yutou of the'Red Star Grocery Store' is Shu Ke's distant relative. I heard that if he is based on seniority, it seems that Shu Ke is still higher than Lao Yutou.

"Well, isn't it the branch." The old man looked at Roland a little weirdly: "You also know our Yu family?"

"Your young patriarch and I are good brothers."

The old man was silent for a while, and said cautiously: "Or, I'll return the money to you. If you let Kun Peng know that I took his brother's money, I wouldn't laugh at it."

Roland tuts, feudal tradition is harmful.

An old man over sixty years old was actually called'brother', a young man in his 20s.

"No, you don't tell me, I don't tell me, who knows!" Roland waved his hand: "I am indeed renting a house here, so I feel sorry for not giving me some money."

"That's fine." The old man thought for a while. His family is indeed short of money recently: "My name is Yu Kunming, you can call me Brother Ming."

"I'll call you Uncle Yu. Call an old man'brother'weird'." Roland waved his hand repeatedly and said, "We have different opinions."

"Okay." Yu Kunming thought for a while and said: "But don't feel at a loss. This is actually a treasured place of Feng Shui. If you live here, it will be great for you."

Roland raised his brows: "How do you say?"

"When you came, did you see the mountain behind?"

Roland nodded.There is indeed a hill behind this courtyard, not high or big, but it is indeed a hill.

"Although the Yu family worships the ancestors in the ancestral shrine every year, the coffins or ashes of the ancestors are buried in the mountain behind. This is the collective land of Yujia Village." Yu Kunming touched his bald head and said. In a very proud, even somewhat proud tone, he said: "The Yu family has stood here for nearly a thousand years, and there have been a few celebrities. Even the turbulent period of decades ago has been borne down. This is the treasure of Feng Shui. It’s a blessing. It’s said that I visited the master before and spent time in the mountains."

Roland suddenly understood: "So, in fact, your father and son are grave guards!"

"There is no such thing as a grave guard now." Yu Kunming shook his head and said: "Although the master's house will bring in supplies and money every year, but now society emphasizes the equality of individuals, and no one is willing to be content with others. Maybe I am The last generation of grave guards."

Everyone has the ambition to climb up.

Roland could tell that Yu Kunming didn't want his son to be a grave guard.

It faded to some heavy topics, and both of them were silent for a while.

Then Roland went to check the rented room and found that it was very clean except for the lack of bedding and some furniture.

He plans to bring bedding and some life necessities when he comes over tomorrow.

Roland resisted the desire to attract those energy balls and left this courtyard.

He remembered that when he absorbed the energy mass last time, he fainted and was sent to the hospital. He didn't want to do it again.

Attraction is of course to attract, you have to find the right time.

No hurry, the energy ball can't run, take your time.

Walking on the shared bicycle, Roland was very happy. He sang a little song when he returned home. Just when the door was opened, the phone rang.

Then Shu Ke's voice came out from inside: "Roland, it's not good, come to the Sword Art Museum, Qi Shaoqiu has an accident."

When Roland heard this, he left the house without driving for a long time, and pushed out the extremely old-fashioned 125CC motorcycle.

I checked it and found that the oil was still full, so I stepped directly on it.

The motorcycle roared, and Roland appeared at the door of the Daoshu Museum more than ten minutes later.

In the low wall, a group of students formed a circle.

There was faint crying.