Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 93 Strange Dreamland
"If something like this happened to me, I couldn't do any better than you."

"Stop talking about it. Those three boys are responsible for themselves. Let's eat and have a few drinks with me."

"Yes, Master."

"Just call me Uncle Feng, we are all from our family."

Half a fan of roasted lamb, roasted suckling pig, roasted flower duck, sea fish, shrimp, crab, vegetarian dishes, cold dishes, and Liang Gourd's home-brewed wine.

Frankly speaking, this made Meng Fan a little flattered, and he did not expect that Uncle Feng was so good at his craftsmanship.

Looking at such sumptuous dishes, a smile appeared on Dasha's face, now he could eat deliciously.

"It tastes so good." Jin McGee picked up a piece of suckling pig slices and praised: "The skin is crispy and the fat is not fat. It is better than my master's workmanship."

"..."

Meng Fan thought to himself: When you get in front of the master, you have another story to tell, but one thing is for sure, Uncle Feng’s craftsmanship is really good.

On the side, listening to the compliments, Uncle Feng couldn't hold back the smile on his face. No matter how withdrawn a person is, they all like to have fun when they reach a certain age, especially when his niece who has been with him for so many years suddenly leaves.

"Eat more if you like it. I'll buy it tomorrow." Uncle Feng looked at Amin, who was sitting quietly beside Meng Fan, and said with a smile:
"The rice wine in these two gourds is home-brewed by the farmer. The alcohol content is not high. If you can drink it, it's okay to have a little drink."

"Thank you, Uncle Feng." Amin responded softly.

Just like that, everyone cheered.

Completely forgetting the three street boys who were held in a mass grave by ghosts to atone for their sins, and the three actresses.

After three rounds.

"Although I can use talismans, I am best at the art of Qimen Dunjia. Firstly, I am interested and born with it, and secondly, I have talent."

Uncle Feng's drinking capacity...it's really hard to put into words.

Previously, he had told Amin, a girl, to drink less, or even not drink at all. But when he himself finished three glasses of rice wine, he immediately became angry and recounted the past with a red neck.

"At that time, my master had a headache for a long time. He rummaged through the Maoshan classics and found out a lot about the practice methods of Qimen Dunjia."

"It's strange to say that the elders are not proficient in this art and cannot provide much guidance. But as soon as I came into contact with this unfamiliar method, I immediately saw the way..."

The uncle would definitely not hide the method that should be taught. Therefore, Meng Fan did not ask questions at the wine table, which seemed to be too utilitarian. Instead, he followed Uncle Feng's wishes and speculated half-jokingly:

"Perhaps you were good at Qi Men Dun Jia in your previous life."

Listening to his nephew's words, Uncle Feng nodded, pondered for a moment, as if he was really thinking about this joke, and then said strangely:

"I didn't think so when I was young, but now, I can't say for sure."

"Always dreaming."

Dream?
Jin McGee, who was munching on lamb chops, was stunned for a moment, swallowed the meat in a hurry, and looked at his senior brother Meng Fan.

Meng Fan also looked at his junior brother subconsciously.

Both of them realized that this was not an easy matter.

Because, since they entered Taoism, they have almost never had a dream. They are either meditating and practicing, or sleeping until dawn, and the quality of their sleep is excellent.

But the master's cultivation level is more advanced. According to common sense, he should have no dreams every night.

"Master, what's the dream?"

Seeing that the atmosphere suddenly became serious, Dasha also slowed down his eating speed a little, grabbed the big duck leg, and added: "I have been dreaming recently."

"I dreamed that I became an ancient military attache, eating, drinking and having fun all day long. I don't know how happy I am."

"..."

Meng Fan and Jin Maiji looked at each other.

In fact, Dasha’s dream is not unusual.

As the saying goes: I think about it every day and dream about it at night.This guy's force value is beyond the charts, and he is so edible. It would be strange if he didn't have this kind of dream.

"General?"

After muttering something in his mouth, Uncle Feng seemed to have sobered up and asked, "What clothes are you wearing in the dream?"

"The military commander must be wearing armor. He is dressed in golden armor and holds a moon sword. He is one ten thousandth as domineering as the Holy Emperor."

When Dasha talked about his dream, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Haha, there are a group of lovely daughters under my knees, and they all call me daddy. Every time I have this dream, I wake up laughing."

However, when he was recalling the dream, he didn't notice at the first moment that Uncle Feng's face was unusually solemn, and all the mana in his drunken body had evaporated.

"Ever since I went to this island and met you, I started dreaming when I returned to Dongpingzhou."

Hearing this, Dasha was stunned for a moment, and said in disbelief: "You can't be dreaming of me."

"How is this possible? It's not just at night when you see a beautiful girl..."

Halfway through his words, Jin McGee raised his eyes to look at Dasha, who was tall and thick, and shook his head helplessly.

Only Meng Fan realized the seriousness of the matter and waited for the next chapter with a serious face.

At this time, Uncle Feng sighed and completed what he had not finished:

"In the dream, I was an old Taoist priest over sixty years old. I had two disciples. One was a military officer wearing gold armor, and the other was wearing silver armor."

Ancient.

An old Taoist priest, the second general of gold and silver.

For a moment, Meng Fan regretted that he had watched too few movies before, otherwise, he would have probably guessed what would happen next.

But it is foreseeable that a crisis may hit in the future, and it will not be very far away. Maybe it will break out tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow.

Because Uncle Feng, and Dasha who can provide evidence, both said that they have been dreaming more and more frequently recently, and there are more and more fragments.

"Who is the enemy?"

Without Meng Fan opening his mouth, his junior brother Jin McGee said worriedly: "Uncle Feng, your dream is so similar to Dasha's, I'm afraid something is not normal."

"It's not clear yet."

Uncle Feng sighed: "Let's continue eating. Let's not talk about this anymore. Whether it is a blessing or a curse is hard to predict for the time being, not to mention that misfortune depends on blessings."

"You guys have been practicing hard here lately, taking the time to deal with possible crises that may come."

"If something happens, my master will definitely not stand idly by."

Meng Fan looked as usual, raised his glass and gave a toast to Uncle Feng, and suggested: "Since Dasha and Uncle Feng are so destined to be masters and disciples in dreams, why not renew their relationship in reality."

Hearing what the boss Meng Fan said, Dasha put down the lamb chops, his face full of anticipation.

Now that the words were said and the atmosphere was in place, Uncle Feng nodded immediately, turned to look at Dasha, and asked:

"Do you want to?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dasha left the table and chair and knelt down with a plop.

"The disciples meet the master."

"Okay, okay, get up and eat first, take a shower and change clothes tomorrow morning, put away the amulets, wait for the two senior brothers to witness your introduction, and then start teaching the art of Qimen Dunjia."

Uncle Feng walked over quickly, patted Dasha on the shoulder, helped him up from the ground, and said with the tone of a senior encouraging a junior:

"From now on, I will rely on the three of you to pass on my unique armor-defying skills."

"Master, don't worry."

Seeing that the occasion had become so serious, Meng Fan couldn't help but change his title to show his solemnity.

(End of this chapter)