Chapter 331: Daoist Xiao Fengming (2)

"What's your name, kid?"

Xiaobei looked at him funny, with a big boxy face, a collapsed nose, and his eyes were very beautiful, as bright and energetic as his master, but the big snot couldn't be wiped clean, and there was a thick layer of dirt on his sleeves. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"My name is God-given." The slug wiped the big snot with his sleeve and said with a grin.

Oh, what a big name!

"Are you an orphan?" Xiaobei couldn't stand his frequent wiping of his nose, so he took out a small roll of toilet paper from his schoolbag and handed it to him.

"How do you know?" Xiao Tianci took the paper, but he didn't know what it was, and he was about to eat it when he put it in his mouth.

Xiaobei hurriedly grabbed his hand in fright, "Is this hard to guess?" Your master is so old, he definitely didn't give birth to him. ā€

"Is my master very old?" Tianci's head was pressed by Xiaobei, and he endured nausea to clean up his snot.

"Not old, very young, just not like your father."

Xiao Tianci finally knew what the toilet paper was for, and asked Xiaobei for more, "Leave it for my master to wipe his buttocks." ā€

"Haha......" Xiaobei was amused by his innocence.

"Where are you from? Where to go? Xiaobei sat down side by side with him, watching the group of stupid roe deer running around the mountains in the distance.

"I don't know where I'm from, my family was overthrown by a group of bad people, and the master said that he would take me to a big place to see the world, and in the future he will return to the West, and I can survive independently." Xiao Tianci showed a more mature side than children of the same age, and sighed after speaking.

"Where to see the world?"

Xiaobei was infected by his emotions, and her heart was also a little lonely, birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal state of life, but she is really afraid to face it again.

"Nanjing, my master said that he received a favor from a person there in the early years, and now he wants to go and see him."

Xiaobei nodded, and was just about to say a few more words to him, when suddenly a thunderclap exploded above his head, and it was very loud and overwhelming.

In an instant, a strong wind formed on the hill, whirling with sand and gravel, and the students were blown back and forth, and fled to the train in embarrassment.

"Is it really raining?" Xiaobei stood up in surprise, and a large black cumulonimbus cloud was entrenched in the northwest sky at some point, moving quickly with the wind.

As soon as the students entered the train with their front feet, raindrops the size of beans fell on their back feet.

"My, Xiaobei, I was right, I was almost struck by thunder."

Wu Lianshun patted his chest with a pale face, he was standing under a pine tree when the thunder hit just now, and the thunder fell a few steps away from him, and his ears were still rumbling and he couldn't hear the sound clearly.

Su Xiaobei didn't dare to take credit, "It's the Taoist who said it, if you want to thank him, thank him." ā€

The train started slowly, this time it was halfway to replenish, and it would not stop until tomorrow afternoon, so after getting on the train, the students looked like they had nothing to love.

Chen Weixin stared at Xiao Fengming in the carriage, and the boys sensed the tense atmosphere, so they all sat in the distance and didn't dare to approach.

"Dao Chief, please keep my affairs secret." Chen Weixin said in a low voice.

"Naturally, rest assured." Xiao Fengming showed a rare smile, and without waiting for his little apprentice to see it clearly, he returned to his usual dullness.

"Master, this is for you." Xiao Tianci put a roll of toilet paper into his master's hand.

"It was given by the eldest sister." Xiao Tianci pointed to Su Xiaobei, who was sitting at the back, and it happened that she looked up, and Lao Dao bowed slightly, expressing his gratitude.

Chen Weixin beckoned her to come over, Su Xiaobei said that she didn't move anything, and said that she was a little resistant to dealing with cultivators, perhaps because she was a reborn person, and she was afraid of being exposed on the spot.

At supper, the boys were active again, and waited for a "luxurious" dinner all afternoon, when a large stack of pancakes was brought up, and the carriage was mixed with the smell of millet, the smell of green onions, and the foul air, forming a wonderful olfactory feeling.

"Daoist Xiao, we are destined to know each other, we are a family, please come over and eat together!" After Chen Weixin learned about the relationship between Xiao Fengming and Lao Qi, he was respectful and polite to him, and did not dare to slack off.

Xiao Tianci had long coveted the pancakes on the table, and after seeing his master nodding, he immediately rushed out like a calf, stretched out his dirty little hand, grabbed a pancake and ran.

"Hey, slow down!" Wu Lianshun was almost knocked down by him, this kid was like a loach, ran back to Xiao Fengming and hurriedly said, "Master, you eat quickly." ā€

Everyone was stunned, feeling that this child was robbed by his master, isn't it a lot, and it's not nothing.

"The bad guy is naughty, and it makes you laugh."

This was the first thing Xiao Fengming said to everyone, he was very approachable, so Wu Lianshun, who was very arrogant, treated him like his father's friend, "Uncle, come and sit." ā€

Xiaobei was full at noon, and he didn't have much appetite until now, so he helped them roll onions and spread sauce on the side.

"Does the Taoist tell fortunes for people?" Chen Weixin chewed green onions in his mouth, and as a proletarian revolutionary, when he asked such words, his stupid roe deer all showed contempt.

"If there is fate, it will be counted, and sincerity will be spiritual." Xiao Daochang threw out an unfathomable sentence and stroked his sparse beard casually.

"Poof", Xiaobei couldn't help laughing, Lao Dao's demeanor was very similar to the fake Taoist priests she saw in the news in later generations, and she always pretended.

Xiao Fengming raised his eyelids and looked at Xiaobei, and said in a clear voice, "I have a good relationship with this little girl, if I am willing to listen to a few words from the old man, I will definitely soar in the future, and there will be no disaster in my life." ā€

Wu Lianshun and a few of them are outstanding young people who grew up under the red flag, and they don't believe in this kind of heresy at all, and after listening to the old words, they also laughed out loud like Xiaobei, "Uncle, now from time to time to engage in feudal superstition." ā€

Xiao Fengming didn't care about their ridicule, but stared at Xiaobei's eyes and said, "The girl's body is ill-fated, she lost her father at the age of seven, her relatives and friends are alienated, she is frail and sickly, and she can speak at the age of fourteen, but at this time, her life has dissipated and she has returned to heaven and earth. ā€

Su Xiaobei stood up with a "bang" and looked at Xiao Fengming nervously, "Dao Chief, can you take a step to speak?" ā€

The person who knows Xiaobei's past best is Lin Xiangming, when he heard Xiao Daochang say that she lost her father at the age of seven, he had already stopped his movements and listened attentively.

The big guy watched Xiaobei and Lao Dao walk to the end of the carriage, looked at each other, and didn't understand why Xiaobei was so serious about the words of a warlock.

Chen Weixin and Lin Xiangming have been focusing on the two of them, and after ten minutes, Xiaobei walked over with a serious expression, took out a family photo in his schoolbag without a sound, and returned to Lao Dao's side.

The atmosphere in the carriage was very weird, and in the end, the boys who rushed to eat also began to prick up their ears to listen to what they said again, but unfortunately the two kept their voices very low, and Chen Weixin even felt that they were not talking at all, but communicating with their eyes.

Both of these people are god-like beings! This is a sentence that flashed through Chen Weixin's mind.

(Welcome to genuine subscription)