The child is called Lu Fei. He has no idea about his parents or origins. He has been adopted by Wang Shidao since he was a child. Wang Shidao did not regard him as his adopted son, and he was not allowed to let Lu Fei take the etiquette of his elders to him.

The relationship between the two was very strange. Attimo even accidentally discovered that Wang Shidao was a little respectful to Lu Fei.

Since then, every time Attimo sees Lu Fei in the city, he will be very kind.

He smiled and said, "Then Brother Lu, let me in."

Zhizhizhai has a small entrance, but once you enter it, you will find another world. The entire construction of Zhizhizhai is unique and the decorations are arranged in an orderly manner. Whether it is a small bridge and flowing water, or a corner of flying eaves, it shows a beautiful artistic conception of fading and indifferent.

Wang Shidao was in the pavilion next to the pool, and opposite him was a man who could not tell how old he was.

This man is a man with handsome facial features and a pair of slender hands. He sat casually, as if he was on a white cloud, floating and vague. There are many masters in Maha City, and Attimo has seen many, but he knows that this man may be more skillful than any master he has ever seen before.

When Attimo walked into the pavilion, the man turned his head and his crystal-like pure eyes met him. Attimo suddenly felt like his soul was washed away, just like the tender leaves that emerged from the branches after heavy rain, without any dust.

The man smiled and said, "The longer the snow lotus wine, the better. Three years is the best year."

Attimo replied with a smile: "This gentleman said it well, and today this pot of snow lotus wine was stored in the wine cellar of the Lord of Maha City for three years, not more than one day, not more than one day."

Without Attimo's awareness, the man gently took away the jar of Snow Lotus Wine. With a wave, the mouth of the jar opened. The wine came out of the mouth of the jar and was divided into two water lines, and then changed. It was exactly the appearance of two wine glasses, crystal clear, the wine was clear, and the faint fragrance was floating in the pavilion, making people's ears and eyes clear.

Wang Shidao finally spoke and said, "Atimo, you go to the front yard first."

He was an extremely serious person, and as soon as he spoke, he subconsciously did not dare to refuse. Moreover, Atimo would not go against the words of Master Wang, so he bowed to each other and slowly retreated.

The man smiled and said, "Why don't you accept him as your apprentice?"

Mr. Wang said lightly: "The qualifications are too poor, and the blessings are too shallow."

The man shook his head and said, "I think you don't want to implicate him."

Wang Shidao pondered for a while and said, "Yes."

The man said, "You actually have such a warm side, which has changed a lot compared to the past."

Wang Shidao replied: "Daoist climbing the peak also lost his heroic spirit in his previous life."

The man smiled and then sighed: "In the past, I practiced the heavy mountains, and now I am the clear and spiritual wind, so my temperament has naturally changed. Moreover, the peak has long been the past. Now I call it sad wind. Since I am sad, the past, the past is with the wind."

"You have indeed changed a lot since you returned from the cycle of reincarnation. Tell me what you meant." Wang Shidao drank one of the glasses of wine, and his eyes fell leisurely on the Taoist Taoist.

The sad wind said: "Ten thousand years ago, Mahakasyapa took the three swords of Indra, you should know."

"I know." Wang Shidao's eyes were filled with brilliant colors. The most outstanding battle he had seen in his life was that battle.

The sad wind said: "Mahakasyapa was injured by the three swords of Indra, but he also learned a set of sword techniques from it."

"This is just nonsense in the market and is not enough to take it seriously." Wang Shidao said calmly.

"You said this, but you actually knew it was true. For ten thousand years, you have not taken a step out of Maha City. Isn't you also looking for that sword technique?" said Yu Feng Youran.

The calm water surface in the pool was rippled, which was the reflection of Wang Shidao's uneasy heart.

Seeing this, the sad wind laughed but didn't say anything, just drank the wine.

Wang Shidao said: "You know where the sword technique is."

Sad Feng said: "I know."

"Where is it?" Wang Shidao asked without any concealment. He had indeed been looking for the sword technique for a long time. It was not only the sword technique, but also Kashyapa's summary of his life's Buddhism. Moreover, with Mahakasyapa's talent, that sword technique would inevitably be a supreme supernatural power, which was comparable to the invincible skill of Zhen Yuanzi's sleeve, chasing the Buddha's Tathagata's magic palm.

The sad wind: "The Kashyapa Temple in the city."

Wang Shidao shook his head and said, "I have been there many times, and there is nothing there."

Sad wind said: "You will go with me now and you will definitely be able to find it."

Wang Shidao said lightly: "Then why don't you go by yourself?"

The sad saying: "I can't break the barrier set by Mahakasyapa alone."

Wang Shidao said in a deep voice: "You can go find someone else."

Yufeng Youran said, "It's better to come to you than to find someone else."

His eyes were clear and he looked straight at Wang Shidao, full of calmness.

"I believe you once."

The sad wind smiled and bowed to Wang Shidao, then hugged the wine jar of Xuelian wine in his arms, and chuckled: "This wine is good. You are not a wine lover, so I'll take it away."

Before Wang Shidao could answer, the sad wind had turned into a melodious and comfortable wind and left the door.

Wang Shidao watched the sad wind go away, and from his wind escape, he saw a trace of the unmoving solidity of the mountain. He knew that after this man awakened from the past and realized that after he awakened from the cycle of reincarnation, he had practiced the Taiyue True Form Art to the pinnacle, only retaining his intentions and not his form. Even if the giant god in the ancient heaven is still alive, he may be at a disadvantage in pure physical strength.

As for the tragic wind and other adventures, he also saw the clues that it was Feng Bo's inheritance and he got it. Or the person behind the tragic wind was Feng Bo.

It is just that the stroke of Feng Bo has long been killed by Dayi, so if there is a backer behind the tragedy and Feng Bo, it is not very likely.

He thought about this, feeling a little sad, and then walked to the front yard. Lu Fei was sitting on the rockery reading a book, and Atimo stood respectfully in front of the yard.

Wang Shidao was happy to see Attimo holding such a polite manner, but the master once said that the Xuantian Sect could not be revived, nor could he accept disciples. At that time, he solemnly agreed.

Therefore, over the years, he has not expressed closeness to Attimo.

But his heart is not made of iron and stone. No matter how utilitarian Attimo is close to him, at least he still has a lot of sincerity. Whether it is about the truth or the heart, no one in the world is perfect. This is the real world.

Wang Shidao glanced at Lu Fei, then nodded slightly to Attimo, and said, "I will go out tonight. You and Lu Fei stay here. No matter what happens, you will have to wait until I come back before you can leave Zhizhizhai."

When Attimo saw the seriousness on Wang Shidao's face, he felt a solemn in his heart. At the same time, he guessed that Wang Shidao's instructions must be related to the guests who had just arrived.
Chapter completed!