C24 Members of the Feng Family
C24 Members of the Feng Family
At this time, the horse carriage with its hooves released had already arrived beside him and was about to bring him under the wheels. Although Feng Yimo did not have any cultivation base, he was very powerful. He shouted and pressed his hands on the shaft of the carriage. The horse carriage that was charging forward suddenly arrived. It was as if it had been fixed on the ground. No matter how the horse kicked its four hooves, it could not move forward another half a foot.
Feng Xinping was stunned. A speeding carriage was at least a thousand kilograms in strength. Young Master Cousin was just a mortal. How could he have the strength to stop the carriage? Young Master Cousin was not a cultivator, and Feng Xinping did not feel any spiritual energy fluctuations. This meant that Young Master Cousin had used his physical body to stop the galloping carriage.
For the first time, Feng Xinping could not see through Young Master Cousin.
The owner of the carriage ran up, panting, and thanked Feng Yimo profusely. In addition, the relatives of the two children also carried the children and came in front of Feng Yimo. They kowtowed and thanked him. For a moment, the streets were filled with thunderous applause. Everyone looked at this mysterious young man.
Due to the fright of the carriage, all the butterflies flew away. Feng Yimo didn't care. He dismissed everyone and continued shopping. He noticed the change in Feng Xinping's attitude in the Divine Sense. He seemed to have turned into another person. His expression was respectful as he followed behind him. He smiled. This was the kind of effect he wanted.
The two of them bought a lot of things and returned to the courtyard. Feng Xinping started to work hard and clean up the place. He cleaned up the place and tidied up the place. The entire courtyard looked brand new. When everything was done, it was already evening. Feng Xinping came in front of Feng Yimo and said respectfully, "Young Master Cousin, the Feng Family has three meals a day in the main hall. Breakfast is at 1: 00 AM, lunch is at 2: 00 PM, dinner is at 1: 00 AM. We can't be absent, we can't be late. We should go."
Feng Yimo nodded. He was satisfied with Feng Xinping's performance. "Lead the way."
"Yes!" Feng Xinping answered respectfully.
The two of them came to the main hall of the Feng Family one after the other. Feng Xinping was very accurate. Of course, when they came, there were only three empty seats on a big table and a round table in the main hall. The one in the room was the head of the family. He couldn't sit on it, so Feng Xinping naturally wouldn't sit on it. He led Feng Yimo to one of the seats and sat down. Then, he left.
Feng Yimo had just sat down when a vigorous figure appeared and sat down beside him. He turned his head to look. It was a fat little fatty. His face was covered in sweat because he ran in a hurry. The little fatty was stunned when he saw Feng Yimo looking at him. "Eh? Why haven't I seen you before? Are you new here?"
"Hello, my name is Feng Yimo." Feng Yimo greeted him generously.
"Oh, so you are that..." The little fatty was halfway through his sentence. His expression was strange. In the afternoon, The entire Feng Family had spread a piece of news: there was an outsider in the family, a bastard named Feng Yimo who shouldn't have appeared. His mother had him before she got married, and such a person was regarded as a bastard. The young ones didn't know what had happened fifteen years ago. The older ones talked about how the family head flew into a rage that day, and felt a lingering fear. No one knew that the elegant head of the family would be so furious. As the family's cultivation star, he had fallen in one night. Everyone felt sorry for him, but then he disappeared. They all thought that he was dead, but they didn't expect that his descendants would come back.
Feng Yimo was just about to ask why the little fatty had such an expression when the Patriarch, Feng Jihui, walked in and sat down on an empty seat in the middle. He looked at a young cultivator next to him and said, "Lin Er, you are the elder brother. Change your seat with Yimo."
The young cultivator was in his twenties and was already at the second level of Foundation Establishment. He stood up reluctantly and came to Feng Yimo's side. "Grandpa wants you to go!"
Feng Yimo could tell the young cultivator was unhappy. He was about to refuse when Feng Jihui said, "Grandpa wants you to go over. " Yimo, come over and have a seat. I will introduce you to everyone. "
Feng Yimo had no choice but to stand up and sit beside Feng Jihui.
The family head did not move his chopsticks. No one dared to move. Feng Jihui looked around. "Today, I will introduce everyone to a disciple and a new member of the Feng Family. Feng Yimo, he is my grandson, and will be a member of the Feng Family from now on. You must treat him like your family, and don't bully him. He is not a cultivator at the moment, but it will be done soon. I have decided to teach Yimo personally! "
The family head's words shocked the four families. One should know that the family head was a Golden Core Cultivator, and as the family head, he had a lot of work to do every day. No one had ever received such treatment. Even the eldest grandson, Feng Qilin, could only give him advice once every half a month. It could be seen that Feng Jihui favored Feng Yimo.
Sensing the envious gazes of the crowd, Feng Yimo smiled bitterly. He had suddenly become a thorn in the flesh in the eyes of others, and a thorn in the flesh. How was he supposed to treat himself?
Feng Qilin was feeling dissatisfied. When he heard his grandfather's words, he became even more frustrated. However, he did not dare to get angry. He could only glare at the bastard who occupied his seat. It was his arrival that had changed his position.
Next, Feng Jihui introduced the main members of the Feng Family to Feng Yimo. The eldest son, Feng Chen, was also Feng Qilin's father. Feng Qilin had a younger brother and a younger sister. His second son, Feng Lu and his son, Feng Shanquan, who was the little fatty who had just spoken to Feng Yimo. His daughter, Feng Sha, was a delicate and pretty girl. She was also at the ninth level of Qi Refinement and was only a step away from the Grand Perfection realm.
Both of them were called uncles by Feng Yimo. There was also a young man called Feng Sha, who was the grandson of Feng Jihui's cousin. He grew up in the Feng family and was very close to Feng Qilin. The others were the core figures of the Feng Family. Feng Yimo greeted them seriously. It took them a full fifteen minutes before they started eating.
Before leaving, Feng Jihui asked Feng Yimo to come to his study early tomorrow morning and start preaching. He was envious of a group of disciples.
Feng Xinping had also heard the news. He was even more respectful to Feng Yimo, but he did not know that Feng Yimo was feeling uneasy. The better Feng Jihui treated him, the harder it would be for him to leave in the future.
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The next day, Feng Yimo arrived outside Feng Jihui's study room at quarter to five. He knocked on the door. Feng Jihui was already waiting inside. He was very satisfied with Feng Yimo's diligent attitude. At least this child was not a lazy person.
"Yimo, sit down. Grandpa taught you the Nine Heavenly Wind Technique from the Feng Family. Once this technique is mastered, it can turn Qi into a weapon and air into a deadly weapon in your hands." Feng Jihui said.
Feng Yimo was shocked. If that was the case, it would be a good technique. It would be good to learn it, so he nodded and agreed.