"Da da!"
The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the library. Then, the dragon engraved door was pushed open.
An old housekeeper with white hair walked in from the outside. Although he was old, his steps were steady. Every step he took left not a single speck of dust on the floor.
Especially his old, sunken eyes. His eyes were narrowed into slits, and within them, there was a cold glint like a sword. It was even sharper than a young man in his prime.
His wrinkled face was full of wrinkles, and after seeing Feng Feiyun, he smiled kindly and excitedly pulled Feng Feiyun's arm, "Young master, young master, I heard from the maids that you can read. Is this true?
Is this true? "
He repeatedly asked with eyes full of expectation!
The old man was anxious and anxious. He hoped that Feng Feiyun would really grow up, but at the same time, he was afraid that the answer he wanted to hear was not what he wanted.
"Grandpa Liu, you are old, you should rest more. Those servants are too much, disturbing Grandpa Liu for such a small matter. They are simply too insensible." Feng Feiyun held the old housekeeper's arm.
This Housekeeper Liu was the old housekeeper of Feng Feiyun's mother's family. He came to the Feng Clan as part of the dowry. After Feng Feiyun's mother passed away, this old housekeeper was like a grandfather, taking care of Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun's mother died when he was a year old. He heard that she died of an illness, but he didn't know what illness she had. He wasn't even sure if she died of an illness or not. After all, this was what his father, Feng Wanpeng, had told him.
At that time, Feng Feiyun was too young to remember anything. In his mind, he only had a vague image of his mother. He only knew that his mother was very beautiful and gentle. In this world, there was no other woman as gentle as his mother.
In Feng Feiyun's memory, his mother was only a blurry shadow, and his father had always been busy. Every time they met, he would either scold or beat him. The only person who could really give him some warmth was this old man in front of him.
The old housekeeper was very loyal to Feng Feiyun's mother. After she passed away, he treated Feng Feiyun as his young master. Like a servant, he served Feng Feiyun.
(Let's just assume that Feng Feiyun's mother has died of illness!)
Although Feng Feiyun was a tyrant outside, he was very respectful to this old housekeeper and treated him as a true elder.
"This Butler Liu has a good foundation. He is a cultivator."
Just by holding Butler Liu's arm, Feng Feiyun could feel the vigorous Spiritual Qi flowing in this old housekeeper's body. If he used his full strength, the strength on his arm would be thousands of kilograms. One punch could even turn a fierce tiger into a bloody pulp. He was definitely not an ordinary person.
Feng Feiyun was a phoenix in his previous life. He had the soul of a phoenix, so his spiritual sense was very high. As long as there was a trace of Spiritual Qi, it would not be able to hide from his senses.
Butler Liu had definitely cultivated in the ancient books of immortals. Although his body was old, the meridians and bones in his body were still shining with a dazzling light.
This was the first cultivator that Feng Feiyun saw after he came back to life. In the mortal world, his cultivation was already very high.
With his cultivation, even if he lived to 150 years old, he probably wouldn't die.
If it was in the past, no matter what, Feng Feiyun would not be able to sense the Spiritual Qi in Butler Liu's body!
For a housekeeper to be so powerful, it made Feng Feiyun think of his mother's family. It was definitely not a simple existence. Maybe it was a powerful cultivator family.
Butler Liu sighed, "This is not a small matter. If the Eldest Miss knew this in the underworld, she would be very happy!"
The Eldest Miss that Butler Liu was talking about was Feng Feiyun's mother.
However, when Butler Liu said this, his eyes flashed a strange light. Although he quickly restrained it, it was still caught by Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun's misdeeds outside were known to everyone in Spirit State City. Naturally, Butler Liu also knew about it. These years, he lived in seclusion and rarely showed his face. What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve. He no longer had any hope for Feng Feiyun.
But when he suddenly heard that Feng Feiyun actually learned to read and was even reading the 《Soldiers》, the originally despairing Butler Liu suddenly saw a ray of hope. If Feng Feiyun could turn over a new leaf and become an adult, then he would be able to live up to the Eldest Miss's trust.
"If my mother really knew this in the underworld, she would bless me to find a beautiful and talented wife so that she could give birth to a bunch of grandchildren." Feng Feiyun joked.
Butler Liu's eyes narrowed. He was thinking, if he could really find a powerful and domineering woman to control this little bastard, then maybe he could become a great talent.
After a man gets married, he would always be able to mature quickly!
The more Butler Liu thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense. This little bastard Feng Feiyun lacked discipline, that's why he became like this. It seemed like he really needed to find a marriage for him and find a woman to control him.
A few good candidates flashed through this old man's mind. Each one of them was a stunning woman with the ability to control and control Young Master Feng's wanton nature. Among them were the Goddess of Death from the Pinnacle Fate Ending Palace, a female cultivator from the Daoist Gate, a female acolyte from the Bi Qiu Nunnery, and a pillar of the Beauty's Smile Pavilion …
Feng Feiyun didn't know that his unintentional words caused Butler Liu to have so many thoughts. If he knew what Butler Liu was thinking, then he would be so regretful that he would bang his head against the wall.
"Let's go!
Let's go!
Your father was originally patrolling the city's barracks, but after hearing about this matter, he rushed back and is waiting for you in the main hall. "
Butler Liu already had a plan in his mind. With a strange smile on his face, he led the way, and the two of them walked towards the main hall.
In Feng Feiyun's memory, Feng Wanpeng was a strict man with a tall and sturdy body. He didn't look angry, but he had a stern face; it was as if he had never smiled before.
Even though Feng Feiyun was known as the King of Hell in Spirit State City, he was still scared to death in front of Feng Wanpeng. It was like a mouse seeing a cat; his whole body would tremble whenever he saw Feng Wanpeng.
Every time this happened, Feng Wanpeng would grind his teeth; he wanted nothing more than to strangle this timid plaything to death. Simply looking at him was enough to make people lose their business.
Of course, this was the Feng Feiyun of the past.
At this moment, Feng Wanpeng was sitting on the highest chair in the hall. He looked to be in his thirties, and he was wearing a white robe. His eyes were bright like a tiger's, and the mustache on his chin was neatly trimmed.
Feng Wanpeng was a refined man; he was a third place scholar in the imperial examinations. His knowledge was profound, and he was very cultured.
Feng Wanpeng was also a strong martial artist, and he had practiced a little bit of the Immortal Arts. Even though it was only a little bit, he was ten times stronger than an ordinary person. He could easily fight against a thousand people, and his fist could break through a stone wall that was several meters thick. He could definitely be regarded as a master who could dominate an area.
Feng Wanpeng was gently drinking tea. He was still wearing a rhinoceros leather armor and a black iron armor. Under the light of the lamp, it reflected a mighty cold light. After hearing the news that Feiyun had learned to read, he immediately rushed back without stopping. He didn't even have time to take off his armor; his hair was still covered in dust.
Although he was holding a teacup, he didn't have the slightest intention of drinking. He gently glanced at Feng Feiyun, and lightly said: "I heard that you can read?
How many words can you read? "
Feng Wanpeng naturally understood his son's character better than anyone else, so he didn't have high expectations for him.
However, Feng Feiyun was his only son. If this little bastard could really turn over a new leaf, then he would definitely train him at all costs.
If Feng Feiyun could really read, then it would already be a huge improvement.
"In my spare time, I have learned some words by myself. Reading books shouldn't be a problem." Feng Feiyun said in a tone that was neither servile nor overbearing. He still had a lot of respect for Feng Wanpeng's father.
Of course, these words were just excuses. He couldn't tell Feng Wanpeng that he was possessed by a ghost, and that his soul had fused with his body. Not to mention learning words, even writing a few ancient cultivation scriptures would be as easy as flipping his hand.
If he told Feng Wanpeng this, then he was afraid that Feng Wanpeng would treat him as a monster and kill him.
Feng Wanpeng raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes, and thought: "Normally, this little bastard would be so scared that he would kneel on the ground and kowtow when he sees me; he wouldn't even be able to say a word. Today, he could stand in front of me and calmly answer my questions. Could it be that he suddenly became enlightened?"
Feng Wanpeng's heart was slightly happy, but he didn't show it on his face. He put down the teacup, and he lightly said: "I heard that you are reading the 'Soldiers'; what do you think about it?"
Feng Feiyun had only flipped through a few pages, so he didn't have a deep understanding of the 'Soldiers'.
However, after Feng Wanpeng heard this news, he felt that it was unusual. After all, in the Jin Dynasty, if one wanted to stand out, they would have to enter the Godly Martial Army, slay the devils, defeat the bandits, win the commander's seal, gain military merits, and achieve a great career. This was the best choice. A general with millions of soldiers in his hands would definitely have more authority than the court officials, nobles, and nobles.
Even though the Jin Dynasty was a mortal country, there were still many cultivators. Many great clans and sects had incomplete cultivation scriptures. There were many geniuses who were successful in their cultivation; they could fly in the sky or escape the earth; they could summon the wind and summon the rain; they were quite amazing.
So, even though this was a human country, there were countless experts, but there were very few people who were proficient in the art of war.
There were many warriors, but few generals!
He knew that Feng Feiyun didn't have the aptitude for cultivation. However, if he could do something in the art of war, then he could still stand out and soar to the top. Maybe in the future, his official position would be even higher than his.
Of course, the key right now was to see if he had the potential to become a commander or not.
Feng Wanpeng felt that he had overestimated him, but he still didn't have much hope in his heart. "A bastard who only knows how to fool around with women?"
The higher the expectation, the greater the disappointment.