"I'm not free, I'm waiting to see the stars and the moon!"

"When did the young master become so timid that he didn't even dare to compete with the master!"

"Who wouldn't dare, the back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves and the front waves slapped to death on the beach, you are doomed!"

Yang Feng looked unconvinced, grabbed the Tao Te Ching in his hand and looked at it.

Yang Feng was just unhappy in his heart and angry for a while, but he didn't know that when he picked up the Tao Te Ching and looked at it, he suddenly became excited.

This Tao Te Ching is different from the Tao Te Ching in the previous life, and it should be the original Tao Te Ching.

And there are a lot of monastic techniques in it.

Maybe it was because of the cultivation of internal strength in the body, but he actually realized it in his heart.

When the master saw him in a trance, he couldn't help but pull out an evil smile, hugged the wine jar and turned away.

Not far from the corner of the wall, Yang Ling poked his head out and looked here.

Seeing his son reading a book, he couldn't help but be secretly proud.

Three eyes deserve to be three eyes, although he is blind in one eye, but he has so many eyes in his heart that he can let this rebel read a book.

"Master, the young master has read, the young master has really read!"

The master ran to Yang Ling's side excitedly holding the wine jar.

"Good! Very good! I spent a lot of money to get a manuscript of the Tao Te Ching from Li Daoren, and I heard Li Daoren say that this book can cultivate the body and mind, strengthen the body, and even open up the meridians, which is very good for the disease of the rebel! I thought he wouldn't read it, but I didn't expect you, the master, to convince him in just a few words! ”

Yang Ling's face was full of smiles.

In order to treat his son, he visited famous doctors everywhere, but to no avail.

A few days ago, he happened to meet Li Daoren who was passing by, and Li Daoren calculated that his son was sick, so he gave him this Tao Te Ching.

He never had a chance to give Yang Feng, for fear that Yang Feng would be thrown into the stove hole as firewood.

But today, when he saw his son's head hit a big bag, he seemed to have lost some of his memory, and immediately looked for Yang Feng's master Fu Sanyan......

Sanyan said with a smile as he drank his wine.

"It's not that the eldest young master doesn't like to read, he should like to read Taoist books!"

"It's good to be able to read, at least this rebel is self-motivated...... Don't drink all the wine, it's just a jar! ”

Yang Ling saw Sanyan's non-stop pouring of wine, and hurriedly held the wine jar in his arms.

"Master, let me drink another bowl, can you take a sip! Master, don't take it all away, if you drink it all, how can I explain it to the young master, master, ......"

An hour later, Yang Ling walked to Yang Feng's side with his shriveled stomach and shouted a little unpleasantly.

"Stinky boy, I'm hungry, cook for me!"

"Daddy is talking to you, do you hear me?"

"Do your own thing, don't bother Lao Tzu!"

Yang Feng seemed fascinated, and waved his hand without raising his head.

"Hey, you little bunny...... Three eyes, three eyes, cooking! …… This rebel had a headache when he read before, but now he doesn't eat anymore......"

Yang Ling scolded and left, but his face was full of smiles.

Although he couldn't eat his son's fried dishes today, his son was really reading.

In the Dakang Dynasty, Taoism was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the Tao Te Ching was called the Book of Sages.

It is better for a son to be able to go back and read the books of the sages than to cause trouble every day, and as a father, how can he not be happy.

Late at night, Yang Feng slowly opened his eyes, reached out and touched his head, and felt that the bulging bag in his head had decreased a lot, and the pain had disappeared a lot, and he couldn't help but smile evilly.

I didn't expect that the Tao Te Ching is really a mastery of Taoism, and it even has the effect of practicing qi and curing diseases.

It seems that what the master said is right, as long as I cultivate well, I will definitely be able to strengthen my body, and maybe I can be cured of my epilepsy.

Alas! Hungry!

Yang Feng touched his suffocating stomach and walked into the kitchen alone to get food.

As soon as he finished eating, he saw a dark figure walking in front of him carrying a wooden barrel.

"Third master, why haven't you slept yet! Where is my wine, where is the wine that Erniang gave me! ”

"The master has put it away!"

The third master was full of embarrassment.

Yang Ling is an old drunkard, and at this time, I'm afraid that there is not much wine left in that jar.

"What? You, you actually gave wine to the old immortal, don't you know that he is a drunkard? ”

Yang Feng was furious, and he was about to go to his father to settle accounts.

Although the jar is not very large, it has at least fifty catties of wine.

It's all tribute, and money doesn't necessarily mean you can buy it.

"The young master is angry, the old master is already sleeping, young master!"

The third master stepped forward and wanted to stop him, but was directly pushed away by Yang Feng.

Unfortunately, the wooden barrel in the master's hand fell to the ground, and the soybeans inside spilled out.

Yang Feng stepped on the soybean and fell directly.

"Master, you are sick, you mention so many soybeans at night, is there a shortage of food for you at home?"

"The young master misunderstood, master, I want to take soybeans to feed the horses, and the horses have no weeds and no fertilizer...... Young master, how are you, where did you fall, I'll see! ”

"Look at the fart, it's head-leading again...... You feed the horses with soybeans, how can you be a loser than Lao Tzu! ”

Yang Feng got up and sat on the ground, touching the back of his head.

The bag that was beaten by the evil princess was just right before, and now it was knocked out of a big bag.

However, his eyes stared at the soybeans on the ground, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"Good stuff, really good stuff!"

Yang Feng grabbed a handful of soybeans, took a few and tasted them in his mouth.

"Yes, the particles are big enough, full, and the taste is good!"

Finished! How did the young master eat raw soybeans! It can't be that I was stupid by this blow just now!

The third master suddenly wanted to cry without tears!

"Young master, it's all masters, I'm not good, I'm sorry young master!"

The third master knelt on the ground guiltily, and tears flowed out.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Young Master Ben still wants to thank you! By the way, are there any stonemasons in the house? ”

"Young master, you won't really be stupid, your master is a carpenter, the second master is a blacksmith, and your third master and I are a stonemason!"

The third master knelt on the ground and crawled over, touching the back of Yang Feng's head with tears in his eyes.

"Don't touch it, hurry up and help the young master make a grinding plate!"

Yang Feng pulled him up and brought him to the room, and found out a few patterns drawn with pen and ink.

Looking at the pattern he had drawn, the third master wiped away a handful of tears.

"Young master, you, you weren't stupid!"

"You've just been hit stupid, can you hit it!"

"Absolutely! But there are no stones! And Dakang stipulates that you can't start work at night! ”

"Then go to Yangjiazhuang! How many soybeans are there at home? ”

"A few pockets, let alone three thousand pounds! It's all for feeding the horses! ”

"Loser, the old immortal still says that I am a loser, he is a loser! From now on, you are not allowed to feed the horses with soybeans, now soak me in a hundred catties of soybeans! ”

"A hundred pounds of soybeans? If the lord knows about ......"

"Shut up, if you only allow him to lose, can't you let his son lose? Besides, I'll let you soak two hundred pounds! ”

"Yes!"

The third master hurriedly turned around and left.

Soaking 100 catties of soybeans is enough, if you soak 200 catties, the old man will know, and the young master and his ass will bloom again.