Celestial Eyed Doctor

The next morning, Qin Feng was awakened by a string of telephone rings. In a daze, Qin Feng opened his eyes and looked at the time. It's only six o'clock in the morning.

"Who is this NIMA who doesn't have eyes? She called me so early and won't even let me have a safe sleep!" Qin Feng answered the phone unhappily. Qin Feng said impatiently, "who! Call me this early in the morning and sincerely don't want people to rest!"

"Smelly boy, what are you sleeping for? Who? Now I'll give you 15 minutes to get over here right away!"

A hoarse old voice came from the other end of the phone. Coupled with this unique loud voice, I knew it was my cheap old master.

With a helpless sigh, Qin Feng said angrily, "master, old man, I hated to rest late last night. I only slept for four hours so far. I'm sleepy to death now. Can you let me sleep again!"

"Is your boy a pig? How do you know to sleep? If you really don't want to come, I'll come to the door myself, and you'll have good fruit to eat!"

"Master, don't take you like this, you're a threat!"

However, no matter what Qin Feng said, there was a beep on the other end of the phone. Obviously, he Lao has hung up!

He scratched his messy hair. Qin Feng couldn't understand it. In his impression, the old man seldom called him so early. What's going on today? Is there something important?

While thinking, Qin Feng slowly put on his clothes, spent two minutes simply washing, and then went downstairs for a moment.

Driving his white BWM, Qin Feng galloped all the way. At 6:00 in the morning, there were not many cars on the streets and roads, so he didn't encounter any traffic jam all the way. It took Qin Feng only seven minutes to finish the journey that would have taken 15 minutes!

After getting off the bus under the Haitian building, Qin Feng hurried in!

In the living room on the top floor, Mr. he tasted the tea in the cup with one hand and groped for the yellow and simple drawing on the tea table with the other hand. His eyes scanned without blinking. After thousands of years, many of the handwriting on the drawing could not be seen clearly, leaving only some vague patterns!

"I hope there will be no more accidents this time! Otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable!" he took a deep breath. He seemed to think of something terrible. A flash of fear flashed in his eyes and prayed secretly in his heart!

"Master, old man, you called me here early this morning just to have tea and chat with me about life? If so, you can have another time. You have to delay my rest time. I think you are sincere, old man!"

Just as he recalled, a slightly unhappy voice poured into his ears. Don't look over your head. Qin Feng came over with an unhappy face.

Seeing Qin Feng coming, he Lao didn't bother, but directly waved to Qin Feng and said, "good disciple, come here, come here, the old man let you see something!"

"It must be a good thing. I don't look at rags!" Qin Feng said this deliberately, and came to he Lao.

However, Qin Feng's ass hasn't sat down yet. He Lao suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Qin Feng's ear, blew his beard and glared, "smelly boy, I think you don't go to the house to uncover tiles for three days, and there's a reason!"

"Hiss!" he took a breath in his mouth, and Qin Feng shouted pain!

He didn't expect that his old master would suddenly "cheat", which made Qin Feng depressed and wanted to vomit blood!

"Old man, I'm wrong. Can't I do it if I'm wrong? Let go. I'm screwing my ear. It's about to fall off!"

"Hum, it's almost the same. I know that pain is a good thing!" seeing Qin Feng begging for mercy, old he snorted softly, and then let go!

After rubbing the red ears, Qin Feng asked, "don't you want to show me something, old man? Where is it?"

"Isn't that what's in front of you?" he pointed to the yellow and simple paper roll on the tea table, and he responded faintly.

"Ah! That's it? I said, old man, can you make something new? What's this? This thing is defective and worthless. It doesn't even have collection value!"

Seeing Qin Feng talking about money, old he couldn't help but be a chestnut. "I asked you to discuss with you what old objects to collect antiques. Do you sell more money? Can you make more progress?"

After a little meditation, he Lao said, "this is what I took out of the six mans star sword!"

"Six mans star sword body?" he wondered. Qin Feng glanced around and found that the broken six mans star sword was thrown in a corner like abandoned garbage!

Seeing this behind the scenes, Qin Feng almost vomited blood. He was very distressed. It took millions to get it! Master, why does the old man say that if you break it in two, it will break it in two?

"Master, old man, millions are gone. How can you do this!"

At this time, Qin Feng's heart is a burst of flesh pain, which is equal to millions of water!

Seeing Qin Feng so sad, he Lao couldn't help humming, "look at your promise. We didn't want this sword. The real purpose has always been the broken sky map in Xingjian!"

Speaking of this, Mr. He seems to remember something!

"Moreover, the man who came to rob Xingjian that day was also for the picture scroll in Xingjian's body, so the sword has no value in our eyes. What's really valuable is it!" pointing to the yellow paper roll on the tea table, he Lao sighed again, "It's a pity that the contents on this paper roll are all blurred and decayed because of the long time. Otherwise, I don't have to find you as a teacher!"

After hearing this, Qin Feng's brain almost didn't turn around. How can this have anything to do with him again?

"Master, old man, what do you mean?" looking at his cheap master with a puzzled face, Qin Feng found that he couldn't see through it more and more!

Twisting his chin and beard, he Lao Wei narrowed his eyes and nodded again and again, "good disciple, others can't understand the contents and handwriting on this scroll, but you can. Your heavenly eyes can restore all the contents on this scroll."

Master, what the old man said about Tianmou must mean his own perspective eye. Qin Feng still knows this!

After understanding the master's old man's meaning, Qin Feng didn't talk nonsense. He couldn't wait to show his perspective eyes. Suddenly, two golden mans flashed in Qin Feng's eyes. In front of him, the original ragged, rotten and distorted picture scroll began to recover slowly in Qin Feng's eyes.

With the passage of time, all the contents and handwriting on the broken sky atlas were seen by Qin Feng and recorded in his mind.

After recording all these, Qin Feng took back his eyes. Suddenly, the drawing in front of him became the same as before!

"How's it going? Good disciple, do you see anything? Do you remember?" seeing Qin Feng's recovery, old he asked eagerly.

Nodded, Qin Feng replied, "master, old man, I remember it, but I can't understand it at all. I don't know what it means! But I always feel like I'm explaining something!"

"In that case, you can quickly draw what you just wrote down on a piece of paper.

Old he spoke and Qin Feng did. With the memory in his mind, Qin Feng quickly waved his pen. However, in more than ten minutes, there were many dense mysterious characters on the original white paper, accompanied by some patterns!

When he looked at these patterns, he just glanced at them. There was a shock on his face and even more shock and panic in his heart!