Mages Are Too OP

This energy can only be felt when it is very close.

Roland has always believed that this special, invisible energy can only be generated in some special occasions, such as ancestral halls, or places such as temples and Taoist temples.

After all, the first time Roland encountered this kind of energy was when the family ancestor worship was over.

First impressions are important, and it is quite normal to have such a 'conclusion'.

It was only the subsequent search for more than a year that made him suspect this conclusion.

However, now he saw the energy mass again.

Moreover, there are quite a lot of these things, floating around in the 'room' in the courtyard.

Roland was stunned on the spot.

The old man noticed his strangeness, followed his line of sight, and saw his living room. He asked strangely, "What are you looking at? What's so good about my ancestor's paintings?"

"No, it just feels that the atmosphere here is a little different from other places, it has a strange feeling." Roland replied a little embarrassedly.

Who knew that when the old man heard Roland's words, his expression suddenly became excited: "Can you feel it?"

"It's a bit of a feeling."

"Come here!" The old man was even more excited now. He took Roland's hand and walked into the house: "It seems that you are also a person who knows goods. I like to communicate with young people with connotation like you the most."

He pulled Roland into the courtyard and dragged him to the hall.

Generally speaking, in addition to worshiping ancestors during festivals, rural houses are also places to receive guests.

Of course, different places have different customs, and this may not be the case in other places.

There are a few wooden benches here, as well as three rocking chairs that are clearly vintage.

He sat down first, then pointed to the rocking chair next to him, and said enthusiastically: "Sit down, ah, you don't know, this courtyard house was built by my father and I, brick by brick, it's useless. A lot of work."

Roland looked around. He tried not to let himself pay attention to the energy balls flying above and around his head. Instead, he asked in surprise, "You built it yourself? The yard is made of blue bricks!"

The old man was quite proud: "We also burned it ourselves. My father used to be a mason and knew how to burn green bricks."

"Amazing!" Roland admired.

This courtyard is obviously a few years old, and the old blue bricks look like a kind of historical deposition.

A few decades ago, it was not easy to burn the blue bricks of a cellar.

Not to mention that two people built this yard.

"Tell me, what's so great about this yard." The old man leaned forward slightly: "I want to hear it."

Is this a test, or a test?

Roland thought for less than two seconds before he had an idea and a rhetoric.

He recently discovered that in reality, his thinking speed is much faster.

"I won't mention the advantages of being warm in winter and cool in summer. Most people can feel it." Roland smiled.

The old man picked up a fan from the side and shook it gently: "The advantage that ordinary people can't feel?"

Roland closed his eyes and half-opened: "Qi, I feel a very weak Qi here."

The old man's eyes widened: "What's wrong, it's not scientific at all, don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense, that's how I feel." Roland stared at the old man's eyes and didn't step back: "Although it doesn't feel great, it does."

After the two sides looked at each other for a while, the old man laughed loudly: "Yes, there is indeed anger here."

"Can you feel it too?"

Roland looked at the old man in surprise. He wondered if the old man could feel those energy balls like himself.

The old man shook his head: "I can't feel it."

Roland frowned: "Then you..."

"But that doesn't prevent me from judging it."

The old man stood up and walked to the side, a thick wooden bench stood in front of him.

He slammed a drum with his right hand and slammed it down heavily.

With a thud, the wooden bench broke in two.

Fresh stubble burrs were revealed, all of which told others that this wooden bench was the real thing, not a prop.

Then the old man showed his right palm to Roland, not even a red mark.

"Since I moved here, there has never been a bottleneck in my practice." The old man sighed: "I have never been sick, and I have never had a little cold."

Roland thought for a while and said, "It's normal for you to be in good health if you practice martial arts. This is not an argument."

"Then you have seen anyone who can practice kung fu to this level like me."

As the old man spoke, he punched again, breaking the ground in half, and the bench that fell diagonally on the ground broke in half and then smashed into two.

Roland raised his eyebrows.

He walked to one side, raised his foot, and stepped down on the other half of the broken bench.

Also broken!

But the quality of this bench is really good. Although it was broken, it still made Roland's feet tingle.

"The young boy is very good." The old man laughed: "You can feel the anger, it seems that it is not a simple role, tell me, what are you trying to do here!"

Roland thought about it for a while and said, "I originally wanted to say that I wanted to come and learn Tietou Gong with you, but now, I will say, I want to rent a house here to live in your family's 'qi'."

Ha ha ha ha! The old man made a bold voice, and he said loudly: "No problem, I like honest offspring the most, there are many empty houses in the courtyard, and only my son and I live. He runs around outside all day, and the popularity here is not very popular, you are willing to come occasionally. If you live there, it can be considered to help us become more popular, and you live in the opposite house for 3,000 yuan a month."

Roland took a breath: "It's too expensive."

Although Roland now earns from the game every month and exchanges the money, it is at least fifty times more than this amount, but the rental price of houses in the entire county is not high, and the three-bedroom and one-bedroom is only available every month. 1500 or so.

And a room of about 20 square meters here costs 3,000. This person is old and dark.

Roland pretended to think about it for a while, then gritted his teeth and replied, "3000 is 3000. I am poor and rich in martial arts. Who made me want to practice martial arts?"

The old man laughed, quite contentedly.

Roland was expressionless, and smiled secretly in his heart, and was quite content.

Both felt they took advantage.

The old man felt that he could get a house in this suburb for 3,000 yuan, and he was a business genius.

And Roland... He felt the energy balls floating around, and he cried out in his heart.

Both were quite satisfied.

Then Roland took out his mobile phone and transferred one month's rent to the old man.

Although the old man was old, he still played very smoothly with WeChat. Roland saw that the old man's WeChat avatar was a young and beautiful girl, and the net name was:

'Xiaohe only shows sharp horns'.

Gee! Sao, the older you get, the more saucy you are.

Putting away the phone, Roland asked, "Old man, what is your surname?"

"My surname is Yu!"

Um?

Roland was stunned: "What's your relationship with the Yu family?"

In this county, nine out of ten people with the surname 'Yu' are from Shuke's family tree.

Even the old Yutou of the 'Red Star Grocery Store' is a distant relative of Shu Ke. It is said that according to his seniority, it seems that Shuke is higher than the old Yutou.

"Well, it's not the branch." The old man looked at Roland strangely: "You also know our Yu family?"

"Your family's young patriarch and I are good brothers."

The old man was silent for a while, and then said cautiously, "Otherwise, I'll give you the money back. If Brother Kun Peng knew that I took his brother's money, I would be surprised if he didn't laugh."

Roland tsk tsk sounded, feudal tradition hurts people.

An old man who is over sixty years old actually has to call a young man in his 20s 'brother'.

"No, you don't say it, I don't say it, who knows!" Roland waved his hand: "I am indeed renting a house here, and I will feel sorry for not giving me some money."

"That's fine." The old man thought for a while, his family was indeed short of money recently: "My name is Yu Kunming, you can call me Ming brother."

"I'll call you Uncle Yu. It's weird to call an old man 'brother'." Roland waved his hands and said, "We have our own opinions."

"Okay." Yu Kunming thought about it and said, "But don't feel disadvantaged. This is actually a treasure land of feng shui. If you live here, it will be very good for you."

Roland raised his eyebrows: "How do you say?"

"Did you see the mountain behind you when you came?"

Roland nodded. There is indeed a hill behind this courtyard. It is not high or not, but it can indeed be regarded as a mountain.

"Although the Yu family worships their ancestors in the ancestral hall every year, the coffins or ashes of the ancestors are buried in the mountain behind. This is the collective property of Yujia Village." Yu Kunming touched his bald head, using In a rather proud, even smug tone, he said: "The Yu family has been standing here for nearly a thousand years, and there are several famous people, and even carried it down during the turbulent decades ago. It's a blessing. It is said that the master came to see it back then, and he was deployed in the mountains."

Roland suddenly understood: "So, in fact, your father and son are tomb keepers!"

"There is nothing to say about the tomb keeper now." Yu Kunming shook his head and said, "Although the master's side will send supplies and money every year, but now the society pays attention to the equality of individuals, and no one is willing to accept others, maybe I am The last generation of tomb keepers."

Everyone has the ambition to climb up.

Roland could see that Yu Kunming didn't want his son to be the tomb keeper.

The two of them were silent for a while when the topic was too heavy.

Then Roland went to the rented room to have a look, and found that it was clean, except for the lack of bedding and some furniture.

He plans to bring the bedding and some life necessities when he comes over tomorrow.

Roland resisted the desire to attract those energy balls and left the courtyard.

He remembered that the last time he absorbed the energy ball, he fainted and was sent to the hospital. He didn't want to do it again.

To attract is to attract, of course, to find the right time.

Don't worry, the energy ball can't run, take your time.

Roland was quite happy riding the shared bicycle. He came home singing a little song, and just opened the door when the phone rang.

Then Shuke's voice came from inside: "Roland, it's not good, come to the Sword Art Museum, something happened to Qi Shaoqiu."

As soon as Roland heard it, he left the house for a long time without driving it, and pushed out the extremely old-fashioned 125CC motorcycle.

I checked it and found that the oil was still full, so I stepped on it directly.

The motorcycle roared, and more than ten minutes later, Roland appeared at the door of the Sword Art Museum.

Inside the low fence, a group of students formed a circle.

There was a faint cry.