It Took 100,000 Years of Immortal Cultivation To Discover That Xinxian Village Was a Forbidden Area

Listening to his words, Li Ming was speechless.

Father Fang said again: "I think you are very rich, but you can't be stingy. My son has the resources of a saint. Now it only takes three hundred words for my son to write poems. When he becomes a saint, he can't buy it if he wants to. , you have to seize the opportunity."

Li Ming rolled his eyes, Fang Zhongyong's father was really a sage. Even if he did, he would probably kill him.

Fang Zhongyong, who was on the side, didn't say a word. He was studying Li Ming's dragon-patterned wooden plaque. Looking at the words on it, he could see that he was very focused.

A child of a few years old, with such a terrifying concentration, is indeed a child prodigy.

Li Ming withdrew his gaze, just as he was about to invite Father Fang to sit in the pavilion, he went in by himself.

After entering, Father Fang began to look at the contents of the pavilion, and soon noticed a bowl on the table, his eyes lit up, and he picked up the bowl with only a gap.

Squinting his eyes, he looked at the bowl carefully, looking like a fortune fan.

Li Ming took a deep breath. Is this father Fang's eyes so vicious? At a glance, you can see the extraordinaryness of the Infinite Bowl.

"What kind of broken bowl is this? It's for the dog. The bowl for the dog can't be placed on the table." Fang's father looked at Li Ming and said, "It's easy to get sick if you mix it together, remember to pay attention."

"This is not for feeding dogs." Li Ming said.

"That's good." Fang's father breathed a sigh of relief, put down the bowl, looked at Li Ming solemnly again, and said, "Remember, the bowls that dogs eat can't be mixed with people's bowls, it's easy to get sick."

"Ok."

Li Ming nodded, he is not a fool, how could he mix the dog bowl with the human bowl.

Besides, this is an immeasurable bowl, a powerful magic weapon that can project the heavens.

Although it is broken, it is very useful.

Seeing that Fang's father put down the bowl and continued to look at other things, as a way to make him quiet for a while, he quickly lit the incense burner on the coffee table that had not been used for a long time.

Smoke billows from the censer.

The aroma in this censer has a calming effect on the mind, and soon Father Fang felt drowsy. Sitting on the chair, he dozed off, and soon fell asleep.

Li Mingcai breathed a sigh of relief. It was a wise choice to let Father Fang quiet down.

He walked out of the pavilion and came to the corridor. He saw Fang Zhongyong sitting on the ground, staring at the dragon-patterned wooden sign in his hand for research. Not far away, there was a black dog lying on the ground.

The black dog drooped his ears and stared at Fang Zhongyong, his eyes full of doubts, as if he couldn't see through the child.

Li Minggang wanted to go up and talk to Fang Zhongyong, but when he saw that he fell back in fright, his face turned pale.

Because the words displayed on the wooden sign suddenly jumped, and he had studied it well, but he was shocked and the wooden sign in his hand was thrown out by him.

Li Ming stepped forward to pick up the dragon-patterned wooden plaque, and the number displayed was "23".

"I didn't scare you." Li Ming walked up to the child and said.

"It's okay." Fang Zhongyong wiped the sweat off his forehead and regained his calm.

"Can you guess what this is?" Li Ming pointed to the numbers on the dragon-patterned wooden plaque.

"No." Fang Zhongyong shook his head, stared into Li Ming's eyes, and said, "There are two words on the wooden sign, one word doesn't move, the other word changes, it's a bit like knotted characters, I want to ask about the word that moves. It's getting bigger or smaller."

"It's getting smaller." Li Ming replied, from the number "24" to "23", it naturally became smaller.

Fang Zhongyong said: "Then I should be able to guess what happened. This should be a timing thing, similar to a sundial."

Li Ming stretched out his hand and pinched the child's fleshy face, and said, "It's really smart."

Fang Zhongyong pushed Li Ming's hand away with a look of disgust, blinked his eyes, and said, "I've never seen such a timing thing before. Who are you?"

Li Ming showed a smile: "Guess what?"

"Are you a saint like Confucius?"

"Why do you say that?" Li Ming looked at him.

"I feel, and your temperament, there is a sense of detachment, you are definitely not an ordinary person."

"I am indeed not an ordinary person, I am a saint." Li Ming looked at him, "Do you believe it?"

Li Ming planned to fool this child. After all, he said that he was a saint, better than an immortal. Whether it was Father Fang or Fang Zhongyong, the saint was the most powerful in their eyes.

He intends to fool them as a saint.

Fang Zhongyong smiled and said, "How can a saint say that he is a saint?"

"Didn't your father say that you are a saint all day long?" Li Ming teased.

"I, this, this..." Fang Zhongyong blushed, so embarrassed, but there was still no way, it was his father who said it, not him.

He quickly changed the subject, not wanting to mention this, and said, "Can you tell me the words on the wooden sign?"

"Do you like reading?" Li Ming asked.

"Yes." Fang Zhongyong nodded.

"Then why don't you study at a young age, and walk around with your father all day?"

"My father said that I don't need to read. Reading is something that only idiots can do. I'm a child prodigy, so I don't need to read."

"Do you believe whatever your father says?" Li Ming asked, "Have you ever thought that what your father said is wrong?"

Fang Zhongyong shook his head without thinking about it.

Li Ming looked at him, presumably Fang Zhongyong himself was ignorant, but he was a little smarter than others, and he was still in the stage of enlightenment. Even a prodigy could easily be led astray by his father~www.wuxiahere.com~ You are very smart, but you have to Learn to resist, if your father doesn't let you study, try to resist him. "

"I want to be a rebel?" Fang Zhongyong looked at Li Ming, "I don't want to be a rebel who gets stabbed in the spine."

"How can it be said to be a rebel when it comes to scholars?" Li Ming flicked his forehead and couldn't help laughing.

Fang Zhongyong still shook his head, he didn't dare to disobey his father.

Li Mingdao: "If you have been led by your father, do you know what the consequences will be for you?"

Fang Zhongyong shook his head.

Li Mingdao said, "You can write poetry at the age of five, and 'there is something to admire in both literature and theory'; at the age of twelve or thirteen, you can't be called the hear of the past; at the age of twenty, you're not like everyone else."

Hearing this, Fang Zhongyong's eyes widened, his eyes shone brightly, and then dimmed because he didn't quite believe it.

"Are you bluffing me?"

"Do you think I'm bluffing you?" Li Ming looked at him and said, "I'm a saint, how could I bluff you, I've seen through your future."

"How is that possible?" Fang Zhongyong was shocked, his big eyes filled with doubts.

"Do you know why you came to me?"

"have no idea."

"That's because I'm a saint, and I'm here to give you pointers. If your father is obsessed with it, and you continue like this, you will eventually be wiped out. I can't bear to watch the good prodigy fall, and I deliberately brought you here. , alert you."

"Really?" Fang Zhongyong was dubious.

He gradually began to believe that, after all, he was still a child and could easily be fooled.

Li Ming secretly laughed in his heart, just as he continued to deceive Fang Zhongyong.

Suddenly, a heavy and angry voice came from behind.

"Nonsense."