Super strong soldiers on campus

Chapter 82 I don't deserve it

The top of Qingchi Mountain, Jingxin Lake.

The breeze is refreshing. In this hot summer season, although Qingchi Mountain is not too high, standing on the top of the mountain is indeed refreshing, especially when there is a stunning beauty standing in front of him, Luo Feng is even more comfortable.

It's just that he couldn't help being curious, "How come there are no tourists coming to such a beautiful place?"

Situ Mingyue responded indifferently, "Because this is a private place."

"Private?" Luo Feng was amazed. In such a scenic spot that can be said to be making money every day, if Jingxin Lake is open to tourists, as long as there is an additional toll booth, it will definitely count the money. The rhythm of the hand cramp!

Situ Mingyue took a look at Luo Feng, and seemed to see that his eyes were full of "money", and said coldly: "This is Daoist Long's private place, and money is not important to him, so protect this place That's the most important thing, don't you think the aura here is much stronger than other places?"

"Forehead!"

For people like Luo Feng and Situ Mingyue who have already started cultivating immortals, the true energy has already formed in their bodies, which is what ordinary people think of as internal energy. They can feel the energy of heaven and earth, so Luo Feng can naturally feel it. The aura here is stronger than other places.

Luo Feng asked: "Who is Daoist Long?"

"It's the master here, and I brought you here to see him."

"Oh?"

Luo Feng looked around, and soon saw a hut on the other side of Jingxin Lake.

cottage?When Luo Feng saw such a house full of primitive atmosphere, he lost his mind for a moment. Is this the way of life of an expert?
Following Situ Mingyue's footsteps, the two came to the hut. The door of the room was open. Situ Mingyue knocked on the door politely. There was no response from the room, so they walked in, but there was no one inside.

"Could Daoist Long have gone wandering?" Luo Feng asked, all the masters like wandering.

Situ Mingyue shook her head and said, "From summer to autumn every year, Daoist Long will live here and never leave."

"why?"

"He wants to eat fish."

"Ok?"

Luo Feng was slightly distracted. At this time, there was a sound of water splashing outside the door. Luo Feng and Situ Mingyue walked out, only to see splashes in the originally calm Jingxin Lake. An old man emerged from the water, grabbing With a silvery white fish.

Seeing Situ Mingyue, the old man laughed, "Little girl, you came at a very good time. I lurked at the bottom of the lake for more than an hour just to catch this thief fish. I came here as soon as I caught you."

"Latent for more than an hour?" Luo Feng was startled. He would never have believed such a thing before, but after he came into contact with cultivating immortals, he gradually believed that cultivating immortals can break through the scope of normal people's cognition. The fact that this old man can do this can only show that his cultivation has reached an astonishing level.

The old man entered the water wearing a Taoist robe. No wonder Situ Mingyue called him the Taoist leader. When the Taoist leader reached the shore, he suddenly jumped out of the water. It was miraculous to see Daoist Long's drenched Taoist robe dry like that. If he hadn't held a fish in his hand, who would have known that he had just entered the water?
Luo Feng looked at Daoist Long. His body was thin, his long beard touched his chest, and his eyes were piercing. He really looked like a fairy.

"Master Daoist." Situ Mingyue bowed slightly to Daoist Long as a salute.

"I've seen Daoist Long." Luo Feng also saluted.

Daoist Long nodded slightly, and looked at Luo Feng with his eyes. This made Luo Feng feel unnatural. This was an unprecedented feeling, because he used to have no pressure even standing in front of a group of military bosses, but Now Daoist Long looked at him, and he felt like he was carrying a heavy burden, as if he had been seen through by Daoist Long just by looking at him.

"Huh?" Daoist Long was slightly startled.

"Master Daoist, what do you think of him..." Situ Mingyue wanted to introduce Luo Feng to Daoist Long, but the other party waved his hand to stop Situ Mingyue, "Don't talk, let's go eat first, this dragon tongue fish will leave the water for 10 minutes If it dies, its value will drop a lot.”

Long Daochang rushed into the hut in a hurry, followed by Luo Feng and Situ Mingyue, but after Long Daochang entered the house, he walked into the kitchen. Luo Feng and Situ Mingyue had to sit on the floor in the simple living room, because The living room is so shabby that there are no tables and chairs, and there is nowhere to sit unless you sit on the floor.

After a few minutes, there was a burst of fragrance from the kitchen.

Luo Feng sniffed it vigorously, and praised sincerely: "Obviously Daoist Long is not good at cooking, but such a simple steaming can emit such a fragrance, this 'dragon tongue fish' seems to be quite extraordinary!"

"You seem to be very good at cooking?" Situ Mingyue looked at Luo Feng, but there was some doubt in his tone.

Luo Feng is not humble either, "I dare not say I am an expert, but in terms of cooking, even compared with the chefs of your water palace, it will definitely not be inferior."

Situ Mingyue frowned lightly. The Water Palace was her pride. From the chef to the dishes, she personally appointed them. Now that Luo Feng spoke so loudly, she felt very disdainful, even though she was not someone who liked to argue with others. But at this time, he still couldn't hold back and said, "It's okay for you to be confident, but the extreme manifestation of self-confidence is arrogance."

"You don't believe what I say?"

"What do you think?"

Facing Situ Mingyue's sarcasm, Luo Feng smiled heartily: "If you don't believe me, when will I come to my house and I will cook for you?"

"I don't go to other people's houses easily."

"Then I'll go to your house?"

"..." Situ Mingyue frowned. She didn't like such a chattering man, so she kept her face cold and silent.

At this moment, Daoist Long came out. He heard the conversation between Luo Feng and Situ Mingyue just now, so he said with a smile: "Speaking of cooking skills, I have to admit that I am really not good at cooking. I just know how to eat. Do, but the dragon tongue fish on Jingxin Lake is different from ordinary fish, so steaming can preserve the essence contained in it to a greater extent.”

Daoist Long held a plate of fish in one hand and three pairs of chopsticks in the other, and gave Luo Feng and Situ Mingyue a pair respectively.

"You don't need to be polite here, it's like being at home, eat it!" Daoist Long stretched out his chopsticks, took a piece of meat into his mouth, and swallowed it without chewing.

Daoist Long had been lurking underwater for two hours before he caught such a not-so-big dragon tongue fish. From this, it can be seen that this dragon tongue fish is precious. Originally, Luo Feng was not ashamed to eat it, but he just smelled it The smell of that fish already made people move their index fingers, and Situ Mingyue was already rude at this time, so he was also rude, and put a piece into his mouth.

The taste is delicious and the meat is smooth. It's not that he doesn't want to chew, but that the meat has melted in his mouth without being rejected. After swallowing it, Luo Feng feels like a hot thick paste has slipped into his throat. generally.

"Well!"

Luo Feng slid his throat, and the strong smell of fish spread all over his body in an instant, making him feel like he was in a stove.

Suddenly, a gust of cold aura surged again, dissipating the fiery heat in an instant, and Luo Feng seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar again. This alternation of cold and hot immediately lifted his spirits.

After taking a bite of fish, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to be much clearer in an instant.

"Little girl, it seems that this friend of yours is more suitable for eating dragon tongue fish than us!" Daoist Long looked at Luo Feng's state and nodded in satisfaction.

Situ Mingyue nodded, and said, "That's why I brought him to see you, Daoist Master. He said that his current level of cultivation is all his own, without the guidance of his master."

"Oh?" Daoist Long was startled, "Young man, you said that your current cultivation base was found by yourself? That's impossible. If you didn't practice the formula, how could you develop such a thick true energy?"

Luo Feng didn't have too many precautions against Situ Mingyue and Daoist Long, so he told the story of meeting a beggar by chance and getting a "Joining Jue".

"A beggar? Is it a mad beggar?" Daoist Long muttered to himself.

"Crazy beggar?" Luo Feng smiled wryly, remembering that when he met that beggar back then, he was crazy, and it seemed reasonable to be called a crazy beggar.

But then Daoist Long shook his head and said: "But that seems impossible. The legend of the mad beggar was already 60 years ago, that is, a sixty years ago. He died a long time ago. How could it be possible that it happened a few years ago?" How about teaching you the formula?"

Luo Feng nodded. A person who became famous 60 years ago probably wouldn't live until now!

Daoist Long turned to say: "But no matter what, it is very rare for you to be able to start training with a practice formula, and enter my Taoist sect. You can't learn anything."

Situ Mingyue continued Daoist Long's words and said: "Master Daoist, I remember you always said that you wanted to find a talented person to inherit your mantle, look at Luo Feng..."

"Forehead?"

Luo Feng was taken aback. In fact, he didn't understand why Situ Mingyue brought him here until just now. Now he finally realized that she was going to recommend him to be Daoist Long's disciple?
This made Luo Feng overjoyed, especially the guy next to Zhao Futu who could control the flying sword that he met today. He knew that he had finally met a real opponent. His cultivation base can be said to be divinely assisted, how could he be unhappy?

Daoist Long stroked his beard, nodded slightly and said: "Indeed, this is the person I want to find to inherit my mantle. Your name is Luo Feng, right? Hold out your hand."

Luo Feng was a little puzzled, but he stretched out his hand anyway.

Daoist Long's three fingers rested on the radial artery of Luo Feng's wrist, as if feeling the pulse of a patient. Luo Feng also felt a breath from Daochang Long's fingers, but after a while, Daolong Long felt He sighed and let go, "I'm sorry, I can't be your master."

"Why?" Luo Feng was shocked.

Situ Mingyue was also slightly dazed, "Master, isn't Luo Feng's talent good enough?"

"No." Daoist Long shook his head and said, "I said I can't be your master. It's not that I don't want to, but... I'm not worthy."

"..."

(End of this chapter)