Wu Feng also shook his head and said: "My master didn't tell me about these, but only told me a little bit about the types of corpse transformations, and didn't elaborate on them one by one, I just learned a little kung fu with my master over the years, and as for the Maoshan Taoism, the master has not taught me yet." /56 Library"

The white-haired old man nodded, and said thoughtfully: "There is a process of learning Maoshan technique, and it is not an exaggeration for your master to teach you this, the business of chasing corpses also belongs to a kind of Maoshan technique, and it is a more dangerous trade, because I don't know what kind of dangerous corpses will be encountered in the process of driving corpses, in case the corpses change, it is also a more troublesome thing, and the kung fu on the hands and feet is a little worse, and it is possible to die in the hands of those corpses, so the kung fu on the hands and feet must be excellent." In this way, the body can be safely delivered to the employer. ”

Wu Feng's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "My master also told me the same, is your old man really the founder of Maoshan and the ancestor of our Maoshan faction?" ”

"Stinky boy, your grandfather has been babbling to you for most of the day, do you think he is joking with you? The old man is Mao Ying, this can't be wrong......"

Before the white-haired old man's words fell, Wu Feng on the side suddenly bent his knees, fell to the ground with a "plop", kowtowed a few times, and said respectfully: "Maoshan disciple Wu Feng, please meet Master Zu, please forgive the disciple for being rude to your old man just now, and I will compensate you here." ”

Seeing Wu Feng like this, the white-haired old man laughed twice, nodded and said, "You stinky boy, the old man told you from the beginning that you will definitely kowtow to the poor road, and now the old man doesn't need to urge you." ”

Wu Feng knelt on the ground, his face was a little red, he was a little embarrassed, and said embarrassedly: "This is all the disciple's fault, as the saying goes, those who don't know are not guilty, your old man should have said that you are my ancestor and master earlier, and I wouldn't dare to be rude to your old man if I was killed." ”

The white-haired old man walked a few steps forward, and when he arrived in front of Wu Feng, he stretched out his hand to help him up, and joked: "So it's your ancestor and my no, it's that I didn't sue you at the beginning?" ”

Wu Feng shook his head anxiously, his face turned even redder, and he hurriedly defended: "No, no, no...... It's all the disciples who are rude, your old man saved my life, I don't know what to do, I bumped into you, you must not blame me. ”

The white-haired old man grabbed Wu Feng's arm with both hands, looked at him carefully, and said meaningfully: "Don't worry, the old man didn't blame you, he just joked with you." Speaking of this, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and said abruptly: "I didn't expect the old man to stay in this cave for so many years, and he can still see my descendants of Maoshan Mountain, old man, I thought that I would never see a living person again in this life, and God really helped me!" ”

Wu Feng heard him say this, and he couldn't help but have a lot of questions in his heart, he bit his lip, hesitated again and again, but didn't dare to ask for a while, but these were all seen by the white-haired old man, and said: "If you kid wants to know, just ask, the old man won't be angry, the old man has long known about your kid's stomach." ”

Wu Feng grinned widely, smirked twice, and then said: "That disciple is rude, Master Zu, why do you stay in this broken cave, why don't you find a better place to go?" ”