My master is invincible

Chapter 1903 Yin Yang Rice (107)

At the moment, I didn't care about so much, and immediately picked up the wooden sign on the table.

The first feeling when you get it is like touching cotton, it is extra soft, not like a wooden brand.

What's even more strange is that this wooden sign looks as smooth as jade, but when you touch it, you can feel that there are countless fine cracks carved on this wooden sign.

Hell, what material is this wooden sign made of?

After thinking about it, I subconsciously looked at the old man, and said slowly, "Old man, this..."

The old man smiled and said softly: "Why, isn't this token very strange?"

While speaking, he seemed to think of something, he stood up abruptly, frowned and said, "No, since you are his son, why do you have the aura of a coffin bearer on your body?"

As soon as I heard it, I murmured inwardly that the old man was blind, and his perception of human body breath must be better than ordinary people, so I said, "Old man, it's like this, my father said..."

Before I could finish speaking, he seemed to think of something, his face changed suddenly, and he muttered: "Yes, only then can you do this."

Now, I became more and more confused, so I asked him, "Old man, did you think of something?"

He smiled, softened his tone, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, by the way, Xiao Jiu, you can accept this token. As for the purpose of your coming here, I already know it by heart."

Ok?
He knows my purpose?

I didn't believe it, so I asked him, "What do you say?"

He laughed, "You boy, I am blind, but I am not blind. Since you are the coffin bearer, you come to me at this time. If you guessed right, you want to come to our village to make something, but you find us There is something wrong with the village, you should be worried, that's why you found me."

When I heard it, I looked at him incredulously, how did he see it?

Just as he was about to speak, he heard the old man speak slowly: "Xiao Jiu, since you are the son of an old friend, I will not hide it from you. There are indeed some weirdnesses in my village. As you are the coffin bearer, you can detect the truth. It's not easy, wait."

Having said that, the old man's face changed again, and he walked towards me abruptly.

What surprised me was that although he was blind, his walking pace was no different from that of a normal person, and he didn't touch his hands at all.

In less than a moment, he had appeared beside me.

To be honest, I was a little nervous, mainly because I didn't know what he was going to do.

And when the old man came to me, he frowned, sucked his nose hard, and said with a frown, "Xiao Jiu, do you have a sword on you?"

I subconsciously nodded and said, "Yes."

He frowned even tighter, and said: "Is it the treasure of your coffin bearers, the Fire Dragon Pure Yin Sword?"

I shook my head and quickly explained: "No, it's the Fire Dragon Chunyang Sword."

"Pure Yang Sword?"

He muttered, and touched the Fire Dragon Chunyang Sword on my waist with his right hand.

I have to say that this old man is really powerful, as if he saw it, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and just touched the Fire Dragon Chunyang Sword, and rubbed it back and forth a few times with his withered palm.

I said, "Old man, why don't you take it down and have a closer look at it for you?"

He gave up and said softly: "No need, I already know something."

"What's the matter?" I asked.

He took a deep breath, and he didn't know if he had figured something out or what was going on. His originally tense face suddenly burst into a smile, and he praised: "Yes, at a young age, I have already obtained this Fire Dragon Chunyang Sword. You are a coffin bearer, and your accomplishments are definitely not low."

While speaking, he returned to his seat, like a discerning person, picked up the teapot, poured some tea, and poured some tea for me.

This made me a little flattered, and said quickly: "Old man, I can do it myself."

He opened my arm and said with a smile: "It's okay, since you have the Fire Dragon Chunyang Sword, I'll make you a cup of tea, of course it's fine."

It was quite a coincidence, at the same time as the old man was pouring tea, a person suddenly walked in at the door.

This person is none other than Uncle Huang.

When he saw the old man pouring tea for me, his expression was really rich.

He thought he was wrong, wiped his eyes vigorously, looked towards me again, stared at me firmly, tremblingly said: "Xiao Jiu, what's going on?"

How could I not understand what he meant.

I shrugged and said nothing.

The old man must have sensed that Uncle Huang had come in. His originally amiable expression suddenly darkened, and he cursed angrily, "Why are you standing there, kneel down quickly."

Ok?
kneel down?

When I heard this, I immediately understood. It seems that this old man has a really bad personality. It may be because of my parents' face that he treats me better.

What I didn't expect was that when Uncle Huang heard this, he quickly knelt down towards the old man.

What was even more surprising was that the old man's face darkened again, and he cursed loudly: "I'm not dead yet, why are you kneeling on me? Quickly kneel down to Xiao Jiu."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly, what he meant was, I'm dead!
The old man seemed to have noticed the grammatical errors in his words, he quickly looked over at me, and said apologetically, "Xiao Jiu, I'm not scolding you, I hope you don't forgive me."

It was fine if he didn't say this, but when he said this, Uncle Huang became even more puzzled and stared at me, as if he was asking what was going on with me.

To be honest, I don't know why the old man's attitude has changed so much. If it's for my parents' sake, he can treat me a little better.

However, the tone of his speech just now is no longer a matter of good or bad attitude, but a trace of respect for me.

That's not right, at the old man's age, how could he respect me?
Just when I was wondering, the old man spoke again. He walked towards Uncle Huang, raised his leg and kicked Uncle Huang's ass.

I have to say, despite the age of this old man who is hundreds of years old, the strength of that kick is comparable to that of a middle-aged man, and I can even hear the wind in his legs.

Judging from this posture, the old man guessed that he was also a character.

As he stepped down, the old man cursed loudly: "You bastard, the real god is in front of you, and I don't know who to kneel to. Have you been stupid for carrying the coffin all these years?"

Uncle Huang's face was full of grievances, like an angry little girl, he didn't dare to speak, and quickly knelt down towards me.

I was so scared that I couldn't sit still, so I got up quickly and prepared to help Uncle Huang.

After all, no matter in terms of age or coffin-carrying qualifications, Uncle Huang is far above me. Besides, there is no saying that elders kneel down to younger ones.

(End of this chapter)