Under One Person: Lifting the Ball to Soar

The beautiful ladies held the sedan chair and moved forward with a creaking sound.

Ma Xianhong followed behind with his arms folded, feeling very uncomfortable, wondering whether he should get a sedan chair for himself later.

Although he didn't care about the ostentation, he saw those two idiots enjoying themselves sitting in the sedan chair, making him feel like a follower.

It's so frustrating!

……

In the secret room of He Ren Cave, although Ma Xianhong repeatedly dissuaded him, Lu Piao still borrowed a carving knife and chisel from him.

After a lot of effort, he finally carved the seven big characters "Marshal Meng was here" crookedly on the stone wall inside the cave, below the "Jiuqu Panhuan Cave" left by Wu Gensheng.

Seeing Lu Piao's operation, Feng Baobao was very envious. She took out her extremely sharp kitchen knife named "Okamoto 0.01" and carved seven big words "Feng Baobao was here" on the side.

Baobao's handwriting is much more beautiful than Lu Piao's. It's not that Lu Piao's handwriting is hopelessly bad, but that he doesn't have such strong wrist strength to carve the words on the stone wall without deforming them.

These two idiots made Ma Xianhong speechless. After thinking about it, he walked over, took out tools and carved seven big words "Ma Xianhong was here" side by side.

As a master with superb skills in all aspects, Lao Ma's calligraphy can be described as smooth and graceful.

Lü Piao, who was the first to finish the task, commented:

"I didn't expect your handwriting to be so good, but your handwriting is too artificial,"

Ma Xianhong chuckled: "Why don't you tell me your own story?"

Lu Piao said disdainfully:

"Don't you think your and your baby's behavior is awful? Leaving a message like 'XX was here' on a precious historical site shows how low your character is!"

Ma Xianhong widened his eyes, and even Feng Baobao felt aggrieved.

Lao Ma asked loudly in disbelief: "Didn't you take the lead in doing this?"

Lu Piao seemed to be looking at two idiots, and asked in surprise:

"What does [Marshal Meng was here] have to do with me, Lü Piao? You two are so stupid that you actually left your real names. Even if a fool really came here, he would know your ugly deeds!"

Ma Xianhong, Feng Baobao: "..."

The extremely precious Zi Yang stone carvings in the secret room were wiped out by that bastard Wu Gensheng. There was no point in staying here, so Ma Xianhong and Feng Baobao checked in and prepared to leave.

But Lu Piao looked at the note he left silently, with no intention of leaving.

Ma Xianhong: "Brother Lu, what's wrong?"

Lu Piao lowered his chin and said solemnly:

"I am planning the last step..."

Ma Xianhong covered his face, stepped forward, grabbed Lu Piao and dragged him out of the secret room:

"I know what Monkey King did in the palm of Buddha's hand. Brother Lu, please behave like a decent person!"

……

The valley corresponds to the twenty-four acupoints on the human spine, and the end is a cave symbolizing the head.

There is a pavilion in the center of the cave. The secret room is built under the pavilion, and Wu Gensheng’s treasures are piled on the pavilion.

Although they are called "treasures", most of them are actually garbage that is not worth recycling, and there are very few things related to aliens.

Wu Gensheng's values ​​are different from those of ordinary people. He puts here everything he likes, no matter whether it is good or bad, noble or humble.

It has been seventy or eighty years since it was left there, and many things have already decayed.

Ma Xianhong helped Feng Baobao search for clues about her life experience in the pile of junk, while Lu Piao spread a blanket nearby and lay on it, with a computer in front of him, watching a movie with relish.

Ma Xianhong picked up an oil painting, which showed a little girl with two pigtails, smiling happily and innocently.

My heart is tight!

Ma Xianhong looked at Feng Baobao, who was concentrating on finding clues not far away, with complex emotions in his eyes and felt inexplicably heartbroken.

He had long discovered the mysterious and strange things about Feng Baobao.

But Lao Ma is a principled and honest man after all. He will not use his IQ advantage to explore the secrets and privacy of Feng Baobao, who is obviously stupid and lacks autonomy.

He only knew that Wu Gensheng's treasure might contain clues to Bao Bao's family.

Seeing this portrait that was obviously of the baby as a child, Ma Xianhong had already made a rough guess.

Ma Xianhong came to Lu Piao, smiled bitterly, and complained:

"Brother Lu, you've kept it a secret from me. Should I call the baby 'godmother'?"

Lu Piao turned his head and saw the painting that Lao Ma was holding:

"Oh, you guessed it. I didn't mean to hide from you that the other day when I fooled the baby behind your back that she might be a daughter without roots.

But that would make me look too rude. After all, I don't think I have the right to tell her secret to others, even to you who would never betray her."

Ma Xianhong smiled and shook his head. He thought of [Meng Dashuai] deliberately calling his sister Qu Tong "Sister Ma". This is really Brother Lu's style:

"Then why didn't you keep the matter between Senior Zhang Huaiyi and Zhang Chulan secret from me?"

Lü Piao said as a matter of course:

"Of course it's because I don't particularly appreciate their pretentious personalities, even though they actually have good hearts.

Anyway, I'm just talking to you for fun. Even if you know it, it won't harm the orphan Zhang Chulan.

Since I am not honest with others, I should not expect others to be honest in return. I do not think I have any obligation to keep secrets from them."

Ma Xianhong felt warm in his heart and turned to find Feng Baobao to give her the painting.

Feng Baobao caressed the oil painting with great care.

Lu Piao felt bad for bothering people to come all the way here for just such a small clue, but Bao Bao was very satisfied with the harvest.

Ma Xianhong took out his mobile phone, turned on the camera, asked the baby to hold the painting, and explained to her:

“I shot this video to give it to the owner of this place, Granny Jinfeng.

At the beginning, Brother Lu asked me to make an agreement with the old man to take something from Wu Gensheng's treasure.

But I will give my mother-in-law an explanation that will absolutely satisfy her. Now I finally know the answer to this riddle.

Feng Baobao, no matter what troubles you encounter, you can come to me. I, Ma Xianhong, will never say 'no' to you! "

Feng Baobao blinked her big, dark eyes that were full of spirit and restraint. Although she didn't quite understand, she said "Oh" to indicate that she understood.

The treasure hunt here is over, but I don't plan to leave immediately because Ma Xianhong wants to renovate the valley at Lu Piao's suggestion...

Lao Ma sent a large group of Ruhuas armed with hammers and shovels to climb up and down the Twenty-Four Sections Valley to destroy the patterns on the stone walls.

Ma Xianhong couldn't help but complain to Lu Piao:

"You still have the nerve to blame Wu Gensheng for destroying precious historical relics. If the senior got into the car and welded the door shut, you blew it up directly!"

Lu Piao rolled his eyes:

"It's none of my business. You are the one who destroyed the cultural relics. Take away the last benefit of this valley and completely eliminate the thoughts of the outsiders.

Anyway, the patterns that turn ordinary people into extraordinary people are in the hands of you, the troublemaker who teaches everyone, so there is no need to worry about not being able to use them.

I don’t know how Xiaoliang is doing. The pressure is all on him now. As the boss, you should contact him when you have time to give Xiaoliang and his team some encouragement…”

Chapter 70: All the hatred in my life is gone

Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Mansion.

Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei was chatting with his fellow apprentice in Tian Jinzhong's single room.

The old Taoist priest complained unconvincedly:

"Hey~ Everyone knows that I, Zhang Zhiwei, have always been sensible, sensible, and know when to advance and retreat. I am well-known among my peers in the martial arts world and I know how to behave.

When I was young, Big Ears asked me how to be a human being. Why did I become a donkey kissing a horse's mouth?

Master Meng is really something. It’s ok to say Huaiyi is a ‘donkey’s mouth’, but how can you say I am a ‘horse’s mouth’? "

As Zhang Zhiwei was speaking, he was browsing through a post on his phone that described the past events at Tianshi Mansion. He couldn't remember many details of the experience that happened half his life ago.

But things that absolutely no third party would know were recorded in every detail, even what was said, done, thought and felt at the time, even the tone and mood were all recorded accurately without any mistake.

Reading the detailed story in the post, the old master seemed to travel back in time, and the past events with his fellow apprentice appeared vividly before his eyes.

Tian Jinzhong, who was sitting in a wheelchair, felt that his senior brother was really arrogant, and corrected him directly:

"Brother, when you were young, you were considered a good person? In my life of more than a hundred years, I have never seen anyone crazier than you!

Besides, why don’t you look in the mirror and see what your face looks like?

Fortunately, you didn't pay attention to your appearance and shave regularly like me, and you only have a goatee that is neither too long nor too short. Otherwise, when others see you, they would be surprised how a horse's face could grow on a human body.

Master Meng said you have a 'horse mouth', which is to seek truth from facts, but complaining about Big Ears' 'donkey lips' is really a bit unfair to Huai Yi! "

Faced with his junior's convincing analysis, Zhang Zhiwei's defense was instantly broken:

"What nonsense are you talking about, you old fool? Go ask the entire alien world if there is anyone who dares not to admire my character!"

Tian Jinzhong laughed when he heard this:

"That's because I admire your cultivation. Brother, if you weren't so good at fighting, you can see how many people would come to beat you up. The fellow martial artists who want to vent their anger on you would line up from here to the foot of the mountain!"

When Zhang Zhiwei heard his junior brother say this, he sighed:

"Times have changed. What's the point of being able to fight now? No matter how good you are at fighting or how prestigious you are, you can't extinguish the desires in people's hearts.

Old Tian, ​​I haven't told you yet that Lingyu joined a secret chat group because of the chaos in Jiashen.

That kid always obeys me, and he enjoys it even if I talk nonsense to fool him.

But the younger generations in the group wanted to hide their affairs from me..."

The old Taoist stroked his beard and smiled with satisfaction when he said this. Lingyu was good in every way as his last disciple.

It's just that his nature is too simple, foolish, and rigid, which is completely opposite to his master's generous and cheerful character.

Now the child is finally no longer so submissive and obedient to me. He knows how to behave and remain upright, and is a bit like a monk.

Tian Jinzhong asked curiously:

"You forced Lingyu to tell you about what happened in that group? That's outrageous!"