In the hall of a full restaurant.

"Little Er, why hasn't our food been served yet?"

"Little Er, Little Er, where is the wine I want?"

"Little Er, where are the people, hurry up and serve the food......"

The guests, who had waited for a long time and didn't wait for their own food and drink, were eager to smash the table and tear down the house.

In the kitchen of the restaurant.

"It's on fire!" "Hurry up and put out the fire!" "Water, what about water......"

The cooks and handymen in the kitchen were in a mess, like ants on a hot pot.

In the nearly 100-year history of the largest restaurant in Fengdeng Town, the Zuixian Building, it has never been so chaotic and noisy as it is today, and the person who caused this unprecedented chaos is a somewhat overwhelmed teenager.

This young man is thirteen years old this year, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, white and clean, although he is not handsome and extraordinary, but he does not look in the eyes, he is an ordinary appearance.

Today was the first day he came to Zuixianlou as a shopkeeper, and what he didn't expect was that he would get into trouble as soon as he arrived here, because he accidentally knocked over the oil barrel and almost burned down the restaurant.

"Feng Wuchen, you hurry up and get out of here!" the shopkeeper of the Drunken Immortal Mansion glared at the young man and said viciously.

The shopkeeper of this restaurant is a white fat man, in his thirties, with a big belly, Feng Wuchen suspects that he will definitely not see his toes if he stands so straight. The name of this shopkeeper is Feng Shouren, who was originally a servant of the fourth uncle's family of Feng Wuchen, and later became the shopkeeper of this drunken fairy building because of his dedication to serving his master.

Feng Wuchen glared back at Feng Shouren, his mouth opened slightly, and he wanted to say a few cruel words in return to the fat man, but he swallowed the words when the words came to his mouth.

It wasn't because he was afraid of offending the dead fat man, who would wear small shoes for him in the future. Even if today's incident doesn't happen, this fat man will still give him small shoes, after all, this fat man is his fourth uncle's person, how can he, the fourth uncle, let him live comfortably!

The reason why Feng Wuchen turned his head and left without saying a word, firstly, because he has always distinguished right from wrong very clearly, although he felt that the oil drum was a little strange, but it was undeniable that it was indeed after he touched it that the oil drum overturned next to the stove, which caused this fire, and he was really at a loss! Second, because he didn't want his mother to take more responsibility for this uncompetitive son.

"See if I don't report your trouble!" Feng Shouren stared at Feng Wuchen's back with a resentful expression, and said fiercely.

Feng Wuchen's figure froze, his fists clenched tightly, he sighed again, and continued to walk forward unwillingly and weakly.

A sinister smile gradually appeared on Feng Shouren's face.

Walking to the corner of the courtyard, he lifted a broken wooden plank, felt the darkness and descended dozens of steps, and returned to his "house" in a dust-free manner.

This was the place where Feng Shouren "carefully" arranged for him, in a damp and dimly lit wine cellar.

Breathing in a thick, complex smell, musty, alcoholic, and indescribable stench, he barely slept all night.

Thinking that he might stay in this ghost place for a few years or more than ten years or decades, he couldn't help but want to leave, leave here forever, leave the Feng family forever, but as soon as he thought of his mother, he immediately wilted again.

"Wind without dust, wind without dust ......"

Just as Feng Wuchen was thinking nonsense, Feng Shouren's number one dogleg, Jiang Ergou, shouted in the courtyard.

Feng Wuchen opened his eyes tiredly, these were a pair of smart eyes, eyes full of sorrow, and bloodshot eyes.

He propped his hands on the ground, straightened a carp, got up, and climbed the stairs of the cellar exhausted, each floor creaking as if it would fall apart at any moment.

Jiang Ergou saw that Feng Wuchen walked slowly and swayingly into the courtyard, ignoring himself, and actually washed his face by himself, his already long face was almost pulled to the ground: "Feng Wuchen, I called you, did you hear it?"

He strode to Feng Wuchen's side, shook his fist vigorously in front of the latter's eyes, and looked like he was about to hit someone if he didn't agree with him: "Feng Wuchen, do you still think that you are the young master of the Feng family who everyone provides?"

"I'm telling you, you're the rotten ...... who can't hold up the wall"

Before he finished speaking, a basin of water was suddenly poured on his face, and the dog's legs turned into soup dog's legs.

"Phew!" "Phew!" the soup dog spit out a mouth full of washing water, "You, you, you are looking for death!"

Jiang Ergou was annoyed and ashamed, and raised his fist to beckon to Feng Wuchen, but he heard the latter say coldly: "You give it a try!"

Facing the cold eyes that should not have appeared in the eyes of a thirteen-year-old boy, Jiang Ergou's pupils shrank suddenly, his body shivered without a trace, and his voice became a little trembling: "You, you wait for me!"

He originally wanted to "relieve his worries" for Feng Shouren and teach Feng Wuchen a good lesson, but he lost all his courage under the other party's eyes.

"Look at me if I don't tell the shopkeeper!" Jiang Ergou offered a killer weapon, and he didn't love war, so he turned around and ran.

As soon as he ran two steps, he was careless when he bumped into a thin young man, who was a few points thinner than him, and looked weak.

Depending on the situation, this young man will definitely suffer, and he will inevitably be hit by Jiang Ergou who is rushing away.

However, the result of the matter was unexpected, the young man did not move in place, but Jiang Ergou's body was immediately bounced three or four feet away, and he fell to the ground on all fours, so painful that Jiang Ergou cried and cried for his father.

The angry Jiang Ergou was about to open his mouth to scold, but he heard the young man say coldly: "Useless thing!"

As soon as Jiang Ergou heard that people were so fierce, where did he dare to make another time, and peeked at the person who spoke.

This glance made him can't help but shrink his neck, gasp, and secretly glad that he didn't talk nonsense just now!

It turned out that there was not one, but three, three gorgeously dressed young masters.

None of the three young masters in this line can be offended by Jiang Ergou, especially the one he bumped into, that is the young master in Feng Shouren's mouth, thirteen-year-old Feng Zuo!

Jiang Ergou hurriedly rolled on the ground, hurriedly got up, with a smile on his face, and ran to Feng Zuo's approach with a smoke, and tried his best to flatter: "The master spares his life, it's all because the little one has eyes and no beads, and accidentally collided with the master, didn't hurt the master, right?"

"Do you have the ability to do this with a waste like you?" Feng Zuo didn't look at Jiang Ergou when he spoke, but kept staring at Feng Wuchen on the side.

Feng Wuchen didn't seem to hear Feng Zuo's obvious finger scolding, and put away the wooden basin by himself.

"Yo, isn't this the big treasure that almost burned down the Drunken Immortal Building, a rare treasure in the Feng family for hundreds of years?" Feng Zuo pretended to be surprised and said, "Why, the big baby that everyone provides has to fetch water and wash his face?"

Feng Wuchen took a yellowed towel and gently wiped the water droplets on his face, and didn't look at anyone from beginning to end.

"Why, you are so arrogant when you make a mistake, you really think you are a baby?"

Seeing that he was completely ignored, Feng Zuo couldn't help but be furious, and stretched out his hand to block Feng Wuchen's way.

Feng Wuchen walked to the right, still ignoring him.

Before he could take two steps, he was stopped by two teenagers behind Feng Sa.

Feng Zuo made a gesture at the two of them and said viciously, "Beat this waste to death!"

The two glanced at each other and beckoned to Feng Wuchen together. In an instant, Feng Wuchen was knocked to the ground.

A satisfied sneer bloomed on Feng Zuo's face, and then he also surrounded him, and the three of them greeted Feng Wuchen fiercely with their feet, although the latter had been trying his best to dodge, but his movements were simply too slow compared to the three standing, where could he dodge.

After a while, Feng Wuchen's whole body turned bright red, and his face began to distort, but he gritted his teeth and didn't say a word from beginning to end.

However, his stubborn performance made Feng Zuo even more angry, so that the latter, who was about to leave, turned his head and kicked him fiercely, until he was kicked unconscious, and Feng Zuo was pulled away by the other two teenagers.

I don't know how long it took, Feng Wuchen woke up slowly, and was already lying in the cellar, half-buried by wet straw, and maggots crawling all over, not much different from the dead in the mass grave.

As soon as he woke up, the sharp pain in his whole body immediately overwhelmed him, and he almost fainted again.

Feng Wuchen checked the injuries all over his body with difficulty, and he had gained a lot of weight, and his whole body was covered with green, red, purple, green, and white insects.

He wanted to slash a knife at the back of his neck and make himself faint again, he didn't want to see himself like this, he wanted to escape.

At the same time, he also wants revenge and wants to trample Fengsa under his feet. Thinking about it, two hot tears unconsciously flowed out of his eyes.

I'm afraid there won't be such a day in my lifetime! How could he, a mortal without a spiritual vein, be able to fight against an immortal cultivator with mana like Feng Zuo?

"Oh my God, what the hell did I do? Why are you torturing me like this......"

Feng Wuchen was not born without spiritual veins, on the contrary, he not only had spiritual veins when he was born, but some of them were not ordinary spiritual veins, they were heaven-level high-grade metallic spiritual veins!

This level of spiritual vein is very rare, in the words of his ancestor, even in their own family, it is rare to see such a level of spiritual vein, even in their own family, and the ancestor immediately happily named him, called Feng Wuchen.

The Feng family, and Feng Wuchen was born at the same time There is also a little boy, this boy has a ground-level high-grade earth attribute spiritual vein, and it also belongs to the rare spiritual vein of the Feng family, if it is left in previous years, the ancestor will definitely hold this baby in his arms with a smile on his face for the first time.

However, at this moment, the ancestor has been holding another baby in his arms, and he is reluctant to let go for a moment, as if the little baby will fly away as soon as he lets go.

When the little baby who didn't have a name was carried by his father to the ancestor to ask for a name, the ancestor took the time to take a look at the child, and without thinking about it, he named him Fengzuo. The meaning of the ancestor is self-evident, which means that in the future, let Feng Zuo assist Feng Wuchen well.

Feng Zuo's father, that is, Feng Wuchen's fourth uncle, Feng Weihu, saw that his children and himself were thrown into the "cold palace" at once, which made him shocked and angry. However, he didn't dare to hold a grudge against this ancestor who had cultivated to the heavens and was the real helm of the Feng family.

Therefore, Feng Wuchen, a person who should not have appeared, was held by him with a grudge in his heart. But at that time, he was only holding a grudge, and he really didn't dare or had the opportunity to do anything out of the ordinary......