Wang Shenghai, this man, looks very angry, his mouth is not impatient, but when he sees that the old man is going to be angry, the old man still has to be sad.

Although he initially dared to touch a few words with his grandfather, but really to do this, I feel that Wang Shenghai is indeed half-thoughtless, to put it bluntly, he did not dare to do with the old man.

Not only that, but in the eyes of other teachers, the weight is not light.

Before Wang Shenghai came out of the pharmacy, the other fallen teachers first said goodbye and retreated, but Wang Shenghai was the last to go out.

After a minute, the people in the pharmacy went clean.

The hall, which was still overcrowded, now seemed empty.

"This dog day, grinding and tossing with me, tired old man ..." said the old man yin, long stretched a lazy waist, the expression is very impatient: "I knew that one day, I still cultivate sexual ass, directly to these animals scolded away, that is not..."

I listened to the old man, couldn't help but laugh, and helped him fill the water in the enamel tea tank: "Lord, you just had enough strength."

“All right.”

As soon as the voice fell, the old man put up the enamel tea tank and drank the tea gently.

"Wang Shenghai this person is very strong, the utilitarian is also heavy, he is going to stick with me once, want to borrow me to become famous, as long as I say a soft word, it will prove that he won."

Speaking of this, the old man laughed, a look I had expected: "Unfortunately, he did not expect, my temper is still the same, prefer not to do, he really thinks I have no temper?" 」

“Didn’t they say you washed your hands?”I was a little worried and asked, “You’re a meddling man... there’s nothing going on?”

“What can there be?”The old man put on a cigarette, and the Mei Zize smoked: "Even if the old man washes his hands, I will put my hand in it now, who dares to say nothing?"

I didn’t squeak, I just felt that the old man was really wayward enough.

"Besides, the rules are set by people, my rules are set by me, the old man's golden basin washes his hands and plays, who has an opinion?"

Just then, the old man spoke sharply and suddenly spoke to me.

"The things in the line are not simple, the people in the line are not simple, you will be more and more eyes for the world, the rules to be followed must be obeyed, the face of the people must be given, but the time when it is hard... you must be hard!" 」

The old man said, coughing a few times, there was some helpless meaning in his eyes.

"In the line, other French schools are good, but our children who have dropped one are mostly heart-sexile, so in our door, sometimes it will be much more complicated than the green forest of Jianghu..."

“The green forest?”I was a little surprised: "You mean this line is more black than the underworld?"

“No, not that!”The old man smiled, "Take me as an example, I am the highest flag in the art, even if some people have no quarrel with me, I also want to step on me, through my fame."

“What are the benefits of fame?”I have a curious face.

“The money.”The old man sighed, “When I was young, the line was not so complicated, but by the end of the 1980s, everything had changed...”

The old man smiled, and there was a sense of frustration in his eyes that had been abandoned by the times.

"Everything is looking at money, the more famous you are, the more people you are looking for work, and the higher the price you can ask for."

At this point, the old man jerked me on the shoulder and looked at me very seriously.

"I can't care for anyone else, I don't care, but you're my grandson, and you have to listen to me."

“You said it.”I nodded my head.

"You have not yet entered the line, many temptations have not come out, whether it is money or power, it is something that can make people look dazzling, so you must remember..." The old man said word for word: "Before the cultivation of the Fa, before the cultivation of the Fa, before the cultivation of the heart, the heart of the people who are not correct will die in the line sooner or later, the retribution of these two words is not a joke, understand?" 」

“I understand.”I answered seriously: "I don't learn these things for money, because I don't lack money at all, hit me when I was a child, did you let me have money?" 」

The old man thought about it and said, this is also the beginning of your understanding, I will give you pocket money.

“It’s good to have a grandchild.”The old man grinned, "But the ugly words I still have to say in front, if one day you have bad rules for money, I want to destroy my relatives."

“Can we not worry?”I laughed and said, “I haven’t missed these words yet!”When will you teach me magic?”

“Are you in a hurry?Don’t look at what time it is?”The old man said helplessly: "But I can remind you that when you first started learning to learn art, you have to be patient, and it is a meaning to study medicine with you in the first place, you know?"

“I understand.”I nodded and asked, “Lord, are there more children in the country if we drop one of them?”

"Not much."The old man shook his head: "We are a rare species compared to some other Dafa people."

"Then you say... is it good for us to drop one of the gentlemen?"Can you see it on the street?”I frowned and asked, “I just feel that the teacher is not simple, not to mention that I am still your grandson, and my identity is different, maybe someone will want to step on me one day...”

“Can’t you just hide?”Grandpa asked me.

“No, no!”I laughed, “How much do you owe if you don’t hide?”

“There is no escape.”The old man looked at me blankly and said, "It is not impossible to see the identity of the descending teacher at a glance, but if you have to have experience and have done a lot of traffic with other teachers, this can be..."

He paused, and then said, "I'll tell you a typical feature."

"The practitioners, most of them are covered with resentment, the lips are black, and there is an indescribable death in their eyes."The old man said to me solemnly: "The descending teacher with these characteristics, the Fa veins that have been repaired are mostly ghosts, which are not easy to deal with anyway, and pay attention to yourself."

When the old man said this, the expression was also somewhat ugly, as if to worry about me: "Today I burned the book in front of them, will certainly cause some people to hold a grudge against me, plus your face, I am afraid some people have been staring at you..."

“Are you still burning?”I just feel a little helpless, there is a little pain, sad to look at the grandfather: "Lord, you are really willing, how to say that is also passed down from generation to generation of magic, keep is always stronger than burning ah."

The old man shook the smoke, looked at me with disgust, as if he despised my IQ: "Wrong, you really think I burned it?" 」

"Isn't it?I can’t see you burn!”I stand.

The old man asked me quietly, “Can’t I copy one and keep it?”

I said, I said, that's okay, it's burning how much waste.

“Do you want to learn?”My grandfather glanced at me.

"Not interested."I shook my head, "I don't want to be a man like the third man, you're right, men and women love is a natural thing, it makes no sense to make these hulls."

"To be honest, the stuff in that book is really great."The old man smiled bitterly: "Other aergous spells are not without such things as falling together, but most of them have restrictions, either to lose the fortunes of the sorcerer, or to take the number of the magicians in exchange for the magic power..."

“But the magic in this book is useless, or that it can transfer those limitations to the fallen.”The old man said in a low voice, "You think, people have to be killed, but also to the descending teacher on the back of the pot, what bad things have to carry, this Fa is not evil Fa can be what?"

Hearing this, I could not help but spit and nod my head in a deep sense.

"Take these two books first, and you'll see for yourself."The old man said, as he went to the counter, looked over and found two books, and threw them into my hand: "Your memory is better than mine, and try to read it as soon as possible."

I looked down at the book in my hand.

Both books should be antiquities, at least the things around the Republic of China, are written down manuscripts with a brush.

One is called the meaty fetal understanding, and the other one is called the Fang Life.