My master is invincible

Chapter 2150 Talented
As soon as Mr. Gong heard what I said, his face sank, "Arrogant, ignorant boy, do you know that I have practiced for three years before I can learn it? Do you think you can learn it just by watching it once? "

After all, he stared at me with a look of disappointment in his eyes.

I smiled awkwardly and said, "Mr. Gong, give me a try. It won't take much time. What do you think?"

"Row!"

Mr. Gong gritted his teeth and said, "I don't ask too much. As long as you can set up a patrol nail in your palm, I will pass you the patrol and the "Xunnan Pineapple Sutra". If you can't, you will give me three months of wine money!"

"Good!" I nodded.

That old man was not polite, first he put down the tung oil in his hand, and then he touched a patrol nail and handed it to me, "Boy, take it, this thing is very precious."

I smiled, not daring to be careless, and quickly took the patrol pin. The first feeling was that I took advantage of it, and the second feeling was that there was a very faint chill.

This is almost as imagined. If the nail is light, it will definitely not be able to pass through the coffin. If it is cold, it should be related to its raw materials.

Although I don't know what the raw material of this thing is.

However, regarding what Gong Laolu did just now, I have the confidence to be exactly the same as him.

The reason is very simple.

Ever since I experienced the big golden coffin, I can clearly feel that I am learning things very quickly, just like Gong Laolu's hand, I have already memorized all the key points.

But then again.

Although I feel that I can do it, I am not sure if I really want to operate it.

But, now that the situation is like this, I can only grit my teeth and close it.

The main reason is that I don't want to make Mr. Gong feel that the coffin bearers are all useless.

What's more, if Mr. Gong agrees to pass on Xunbu and "Xunnan Pineapple Sutra" to me in advance, he will be more attentive when he is teaching it later.

I don't want to waste too much time for a tour and "Tour South Pineapple Sutra".

At that moment, taking a deep breath, I tightened the patrol nail in my palm, and slowly closed my eyes. The nails used by Mr. Gong flashed in my mind, and I slowly placed the patrol nail in the palm of my right hand with my left hand.

To my delight, even though I opened my eyes, it was obvious that the patrol pin was already in my hand.

"Palace Master!" Han Qiu said in surprise, "You really did it."

"Yes!" Lao Tian also looked happy, and said: "I didn't expect the palace master to do it, Mr. Gong, now, you can't play tricks."

"Cut, it's just standing up, it's nothing." Mr. Gong said with disdain, but I could hear a little bit of surprise in his voice.

Slowly opening my eyes, I glanced at Mr. Gong, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Gong, this is nothing, just use that oil barrel as an experiment!"

"How do you want to try?" Old Gong's voice trembled.

"Pierce through the oil barrel, let the patrol pin stand on the ground, and tilt at a 45-degree angle." I said directly.

"Okay!" He looked happy, stared at me closely, and said, "I'm carrying the oil drum!"

After that, he lifted the tung oil barrel to the level of his shoulders.

I glanced roughly, and the material of this tung oil barrel is ordinary fir, which is definitely not as hard as a coffin. As I mentioned earlier, the tung oil barrel should weigh about thirty!
At the moment, I didn't dare to be careless. I took a deep breath, calmed my heartbeat, shook my arm, and with all my strength, I slammed towards the tung oil barrel.

The moment my palm fell, my palm tilted slightly.

Immediately, I felt a pain in the palm of my hand, and then I could clearly feel the patrol pin come out of my hand, penetrate the tung oil barrel, and stand obliquely on the ground.

Seeing this, I was a little confused!

Because, at the moment when the patrol pin was shot, I could clearly feel that the patrol pin seemed to be alive.

Matt, what's going on.

Just when I was in a daze for a while, the old Tian screamed and stared at me in astonishment, "My God, it really did it."

"Palace Master, good! That's great." Han Qiu called out from the side.

And Mr. Gong stared at me in shock, without blinking his eyelids.

"Damn it! Damn it, how did you do it? It's impossible. I practiced hard for three years, but you learned it in a few minutes."

That old Gong kept muttering this sentence in his mouth.

To be honest, I didn't expect myself to be able to do so well. I smiled awkwardly and said, "Old Gong's words are serious, I'm just following the gourd."

"No, no, no!" He said no three times in a row, "This is not something that can be done according to the gourd painting. There must be two basic conditions, one is talent, and the other is fate."

Ok?
fate?

I didn't understand what he meant, so I asked him: "What does fate mean?"

He smiled and said, "Your fate with Patrol, I have met many talented people over the years, but I have no fate with Patrol. In the end, I can only grasp the shape, not the essence."

When I heard it, could it be the strange feeling from the nail patrol just now?
Without any delay, I quickly said, "I just felt like the patrol nail was alive."

As soon as the words fell, Mr. Gong looked at me with the eyes of a monster, his eyes were full of shock, and it took more than ten seconds to react, grabbed my arm, and tremblingly said: "Good boy, don't be a coffin bearer!" You are a craftsman, come with me, I guarantee that within a year, you will make a name for yourself in the whole of Jiangsu."

The strength on his arm was quite heavy, and he was trembling violently. I knew that I was probably too excited, so I hurriedly said, "Old Gong, I'm the coffin bearer. Isn't it good for you to dig people like this?"

"Mr. Gong, you probably don't know yet!" Lao Tian leaned over, grabbed Mr. Gong's arm, and broke it apart alive, and continued: "He is the helm of our southern coffin-bearers. Fuck you, isn't this slapping us in the face!"

"Then...then..." Old Gong hesitated, "Then, I will follow you, do you think it will work?"

Now, I was completely dumbfounded. What kind of thing is it to ask him to follow us? Besides, it is definitely not possible to carry the coffin over the age of 60. Taking ten thousand steps back, the master sees Mr. Gong and dares to let him go. Does he carry the coffin?

In case something happens, the master will be fully responsible.

Immediately, I quickly said: "Mr. Gong, I appreciate your kindness, but you are really not suitable for your age. Do you think this will work? In the future, in this field, there will be unmarried girls who pass away. There is another funeral, shall I let Lao Tian inform you?"

He looked happy, "Okay, that's it."

After all, Mr. Gong didn't know what he thought of or what was going on, but he knelt down towards the east, put his hands on the ground, and pressed his forehead close to the ground, with an extremely devout attitude.

"Master, you are the spirit of the sky. I finally see that the coffin bearer has a bright future." Mr. Gong kowtowed to the ground while muttering these words.

(End of this chapter)