Sister, you miss me

Suddenly, Saturday, that afternoon, Yang Feng worked part-time in the cake room as usual.Not long afterwards, a young man with a sturdy eyebrow walked in.

The young man sat on a table near the door and next to the window, and waved to Yang Feng: "Brother Feng."

Yang Feng followed the prestige, and was stunned for a moment before he smiled and nodded. It was Gao Xiaobao.

Gao Xiaobao's chicken coop has his head shaved off, and his clothes are much more decent. He doesn't look so sloppy and sloppy.

"Hi, are you cutting your mind?" Yang Feng opened a bottle of soda and placed it in front of Gao Xiaobao.

"Hey, Brother Feng, I'm here to pay you back."

"So soon? Is it robbery of the rich and the poor?"

"Forget it." Gao Xiaobao looked around, no one noticed, so he pushed an envelope towards Yang Feng.

Just as Yang Feng was about to reach out to take it, Gao Xiaobao pressed the envelope, barely squeezing out a smile, and said, "Can you return those things to me?"

"What?" Yang Feng asked knowingly.

"Notebooks, and those electronic products."

"You just said that you won't get the stolen goods?"

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"You are obviously a guilty conscience."

"You know it!"

Yang Feng laughed and said, "Also, I'll send it to you at night."

"How embarrassed then?"

"Ok, deal."

When Gao Xiaobao saw Yang Feng smile a little evil, he couldn't help feeling abrupt, so he decided to go back and hide the snow he had gained over the past two days.

"Then what, you didn't open those things."

Yang Feng said: "Just look at the notebook, let alone say, we really have a common language, we can discuss and discuss when we have time."

"Ah..." Gao Xiaobao flushed.

That night, Yang Feng went to Gao Xiaobao's residence and returned the things in his head. Gao Xiaobao carefully checked the things and occasionally took a peek at Yang Feng, but Yang Feng was scanning left and right with both eyes, but it was a pity that he found nothing.

Before leaving, Yang Feng looked at Gao Xiaobao and said earnestly and earnestly: "Xiaobao, you are still young, and there is still a long way to go. It is not a long-term solution to continue this way. You can consider using your skills to do something right."

Yang Feng said that he was unintentional, but Gao Xiaobao did not expect to hear tears in his eyes.

"Brother Feng, I have been abandoned by my parents since I was a child. No one has ever cared about me. If you said this today, you will be my brother from now on. I will do whatever you ask me to do."

"Little treasure, you are serious."

"No, I am the one who accepts death."

"Alright, no matter what you do, your expertise can't be wasted. Well, I have to think about it."

...

The third mock exam for the first middle school and senior year has quietly approached, and everyone is preparing for the exam.

This kind of test is completely commonplace for senior high school students. There is a small test for three days and a big test for five days. They are always in the exam status.

On Sunday afternoon, it was the first meeting of the five-member progressive group, which was of epoch-making significance.

As the initiator of the organization, Yang Feng is also the only male in the organization, and he is not allowed to sit in the position of group leader.

In the past week, everyone has encountered such and other problems and exchanged information at the meeting.

Although everyone here is considered to be a master of learning, they all have their own shortcomings, of course, relative to their own strengths.

For example, Yang Feng's English is a bit weak.

Wang Bingqian's English is quack, but physics is a bit unsatisfactory.

Su Qinxin is almost chemical.

Qin Xue is weaker in math.

He Lingxin is about the same in all subjects, but she is the lowest among several people.

The first rally was quite successful. Everyone discussed quite enthusiastically, and they fully complemented each other's advantages and achieved the purpose of the rally.

In addition, Yang Feng found that Su Qinxin was less hostile to him.

At the same time, Yang Feng also discovered that Wang Bingqian's "piece of ice" was not as cold as before, showing signs of gradual melting.

Yang Feng stood among the famous school flowers, frowning and frothing, and suddenly saw Qin Shou passing by, so he performed even harder.

Yang Feng could see Qin Shou gritted his teeth and could also imagine that he had clenched his fists.

...

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, the third mock test arrived as scheduled.

It took two days.

The mock exam truly achieves the purpose of mock college entrance examination.

In the afternoon of the next day, Yang Feng only took less than an hour to hand in the paper in advance.

Seeing that it was less than three o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Feng went out of the school gate.

The Jialing Motorcycle borrowed from Zhu Rongrong stopped at the school gate. Yang Feng turned on the mobile phone to navigate and drove up to the Luofeng Temple in Qifeng Mountain.

This was planned early in the morning.

Before leaving, Yang Feng dialed Jing Song. Fortunately, Jing Song was in the view.

Qifeng Mountain is located in Qifeng Township, about 50 kilometers away from Chunyang County.

Yang Feng rode a motorcycle, galloping on the flat and wide country roads, flanked by yellowed rice fields, the scent of rice lingered around the tip of his nose, and occasionally one or two frogs croaked.

The sun in the autumn afternoon is very warm, making people feel a little drunk.

Yang Feng was riding on the motorcycle, feeling the warm sun and breeze, indescribably relaxing.

After an hour, finally came to the gate of the mountain.

It's a pity that what the eyes see is only a dilapidated Taoist temple, and it is small and pitiful, and there is no incense.

Yang Feng frowned and walked up the stone steps crawling with moss. He walked through the ninety-nine and eighty-one stone steps and finally saw the splendid Jingsong.

Jing Song was dressed in a gray Taoist robe, with Taoist hair in a bun, but a pair of crocodile shoes on his feet, which looked a bit nondescript.

Jing Song didn't care about Yang Feng's surprised gaze at all, so he shot an inspector: "Jushi Yang, I have been waiting for a long time."

Yang Feng didn't say anything, looked around and said: "You are not good at incense here, you are not angry!"

Standing at the entrance of Luofeng Temple and looking around, there were bare hills everywhere, and as far as he could see, there was only a little green around Luofeng Temple.

Jing Song sighed, and said: "Jushi Yang is right. Luofengguan has fallen. If it were not for the unsustainable, Poor Dao would not give up cleansing and fall into the red for a little money?"

"Lost in the dust?" Yang Feng laughed blankly: "Dao Master, you are quite funny."

Jing Song shook his head: "Jushi Yang, to tell you the truth, there are abandoned mines around Luofengguan."

"So that's the case." Yang Feng nodded and looked at Jing Song and said, "I don't know what the hell do you do if you ask me?"

"Haha, is it possible that Jushi Yang has forgotten what he said."

"What are you talking about?" Yang Feng narrowed his eyes and asked knowingly.

Jing Song laughed blankly: "Then why does the layman have to go there again in person."

"You..." Yang Feng stared at Jing Song's yellowed pupils, "You said I have something in my head."

"Exactly."

"thought."

"Huh?" Jing Song was stunned, and then laughed loudly: "Jushi Yang, in that case, you can go."

Yang Feng could not help clenching his fists: "Dao Master, what do you see?"

"What do you have, what did poor Dao see?"

"Do you really have this ability?"

Jing Song smiled, without comment, turned around to throw off his sleeves, and walked towards Guannei.

Follow me on this set!Yang Feng wanted to leave, but Jing Song's words made him scratch his heart and made him toss and turn. If he didn't figure it out, he was very uncomfortable.

Stomped, followed Jing Song into Luofengguan.

Jing Song was offering incense to the three Qing ancestors who made clay sculptures. He did not hesitate and looked reverent, and left Yang Feng aside.

Yang Feng knew that the smelly Taoist priest was deliberate, but tried to speak several times but held back.

Jing Song finished the fragrance, sat on the futon in the center, pointed to the one next to Yang Feng, and said, "Sit down."

Yang Feng followed Jing Song and sat cross-legged.

Jing Song said: "The ancestors of Taoism are three people, namely the Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, and Taiqing Moral Tianzun."

"Why do you tell me these things?"

Jing Song slapped his head: "I forgot to tell you that you have the wisdom."

"Tell me! I'm a layman."

With a faint smile on Jing Song's face, he suddenly shot a flash and grabbed Yang Feng's wrist.

Yang Feng was shocked and reacted swiftly. He slapped his right palm on the ground and his body stood up. At the same time, he retreated sharply.

However, what Yang Feng couldn't imagine was that he was fast and Jing Song was even faster. Before he quit two steps, Jing Song had already grasped his left wrist.

The moment the wrist was restrained, Yang Feng finally believed in those martial arts novels, the veins were restrained, and there was no resistance.

Yang Feng feels this way now. He feels weak. If it weren't for being carried by Jing Song, I'm afraid he would have been overwhelmed.

"Why are you doing to me?" Yang Feng said weakly.

"What are you afraid of?" Jing Song was puzzled.

"I……"

"I have always had a question, so I want to check your body. Don't get me wrong."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I'm afraid you won't agree."

"You never thought about the question I didn't answer."

Jing Song chuckled, "Yes, it's the same if you answer or not."

"How can you be so fast?"

"That's because you have never seen anyone faster than you."

"I'm asking you?"

"Hush—" Jing Song made a silent gesture, pulled Yang Feng and sat on the nearby futon, carefully cut the pulse with one hand, counted repeatedly with the other, frowned for a while, then stretched, Yang Feng's A heart goes up and down.

After a long time, Jing Song's brows were completely stretched out, and he laughed: "That's it."

Yang Feng looked gloomy: "Please speak clearly."

"So you are a pure Yin body."

Hearing this, Yang Feng looked stunned. Is it true that what the old man said?

Yang Feng's reaction surprised Jing Song, "Do you know it yourself?"

Yang Feng replied coldly: "What if you know, what if you don't know?"

Jing Song sighed: "Jushi Yang, you still don't trust the poor way enough, you still have reservations."

"You are not me, why should I have no reservations about you?"

Jing Song smiled faintly: "Spirit Devouring."

Hearing these two words, Yang Feng was shocked and looked at Jing Song with his mouth wide open. This is his own secret, even his close relatives don't know, how could this Taoist priest?

Jing Song shook his head: "I saw it on the street that day, but I was very surprised at that time, how can you integrate the Spirit Devouring Orb, it turns out that you are a unique system."

Everyone knows his own secrets. You can't fight or fight, and you can't escape. Yang Feng is like a cock in a fight, with his head drooping and listless: "I am a fish for a knife. Right!"