Chapter 307 Meeting the Master
Jiang Ci's lips curled up slightly.
Feng Qingyang continued, "But she's not as pretty as you, and she has a bad temper."
The smile suddenly froze at the corner of her mouth.
"Master, you haven't appeared in my dreams for so many years. Sometimes I thought you were still alive, but I didn't know where you were."
"Master, I have calculated that my time is almost up. It would be best if I could see you one last time before I leave. I will die without regrets!"
His only wish was to see his master again.
After Feng Qingyang finished speaking, he bowed solemnly towards the portrait.
Jiang Ci was silent.
It turns out that the old guy had already calculated that he was facing a life-and-death crisis. No wonder he suddenly came back after traveling outside.
I guess he came back to find her.
Feng Qingyang took his equipment and rushed to Nangong Mansion.
Jiang Ci followed behind slowly.
The head of the Nangong family had been waiting at the door early in the morning. When he saw Feng Qingyang coming, he hurried to greet him.
"Master Feng, you are finally back. I don't dare to go home anymore. I always feel like there are ghosts everywhere in the house."
Feng Qingyang said nothing and walked into the Nangong Mansion with a cold face.
The head of the Nangong family felt bored, so he didn't say anything else and quickly followed in.
Ever since the statue with the broken hand was salvaged, it has been placed on the stone table in the garden, and no one dares to approach it.
Feng Qingyang quickly took out his equipment.
There are so many magical instruments, talismans, and magical jades.
The Nangong family head was dumbfounded, "It takes so many good things to deal with it?"
Feng Qingyang said expressionlessly: "Your family has done so many evil things. If I don't take out the treasures at the bottom of the box, how can I suppress the Broken Hand Statue?"
The head of the Nangong family smiled awkwardly and didn't dare to interrupt anymore.
Feng Qingyang picked up the magic weapon in his left hand and the talisman in his right hand, and an expression of pain appeared on his wrinkled face.
This is a good thing left to him by his master!
For decades, no matter how difficult the situation was, he was reluctant to use it.
Now, Master has to spend all his efforts for the Nangong family.
Feng Qingyang not only felt physical pain, but also heartache.
But he knew that cause and effect were cyclical.
He owed the Nangong family a life, and now he had to use his life to repay their kindness.
Otherwise, if you don't repay your kindness, you will meet them again in the next life.
He doesn't want it.
Feng Qingyang closed his eyes and silently said, "Master, please bless me!"
Then, he activated his magic weapon and threw the talisman at the statue with the broken hand.
"Exorcist, retreat!"
The statue with the severed hand stood quietly on the table, without any reaction.
Feng Qingyang frowned, "Since you don't want to leave the Nangong clan, then fight with me."
"Don't pretend to be deaf and dumb. I heard you speak!"
He believed that the evil god in the statue with a broken hand had already developed spiritual consciousness and intelligence.
It's just a relaxing conversation with people.
He muttered a bunch of incantations.
The statue with the broken hand remained motionless, as if it had lost its evil nature and turned into an ordinary statue.
Feng Qingyang was extremely surprised and his brows were tightly furrowed.
Little did they know that the statue with the broken hand had no reaction because Jiang Ci was staring at it right in front of him.
Even if it wants to do something, it doesn't dare.
So I can only pretend that it is offline.
Feng Qingyang thought that the statue with the broken hand had thought it through, so he picked it up and took it away.
The statue with the broken hand returned to the stone table, looking as if it was determined to deny it, but it would not come out even if you hit me.
"Just tell me what you want. There's no point in going back and forth like this."
Feng Qingyang was about to collapse. He had never seen such a shameless evil god.
And for some reason, the magic weapons and talismans thrown at it were of no use at all.
Of course he believed that there would be no mistakes in his master's things. The thing that was wrong must be the statue. There must be something protecting the statue.
Jiang Ci pretended to be a god and said quietly: "I will disappear after I absorb all the luck of the Nangong family."
Feng Qingyang frowned and said to the Nangong family head: "The Broken Hand Statue will not take your lives, but it will suck away all the luck of the Nangong family."
The Nangong family head was furious when he heard this, "What? All the luck, what's the difference between that and killing us?"
Having been used to being in a high position and controlling the resources of the upper class, it is difficult to go back to the lower class all of a sudden, not to mention whether they can get used to it. Even if they can, it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality!
"Master Feng, you promised me that you would take care of the broken-handed statue. Have you forgotten that you almost lost your life that year? Who went through so much trouble to carry you out of the deep mountains and forests and saved your life?"
"Because of saving you, my father was seriously injured and died!"
"You're not going to pay back this debt of life?"
Feng Qingyang stopped talking nonsense with him and attacked the statue with the broken hand directly.
Jiang Ci stood between the man and the statue, invisibly resolving the conflict between the two sides.
She just shouted, "Xiaofeng, stop it."
Feng Qingyang's face turned pale instantly. He rushed over in disbelief and picked up the statue with the broken hand. "Master, is this you?"
The sudden change not only stunned Jiang Ci, but also the head of the Nangong family was even more confused.
Feng Qingyang didn't care about the strange looks from others at all. With red eyes, he hugged the statue with the broken hand tightly.
"Master, I miss you so much!"
Jiang Ci: “…”
This old guy is getting confused.
She lowered the curtain and waved her hand.
Feng Qingyang immediately saw a pitch-black sedan appear out of nowhere in front of him.
He immediately picked up his magic weapon and took a defensive stance.
A familiar voice came from the black sedan.
"Xiao Feng, you are an upright person, and it is a good thing to repay a favor, but the one who has done you a favor is his father, not him, and certainly not his descendants. You are not obligated to sacrifice yourself to protect the Nangong family."
Feng Qingyang's eyes widened, and he threw the statue with the severed hand onto the stone table. He rushed to the sedan chair with tears streaming down his face, "Master!"
"Is it really Master?"
Jiang Ci talked to him through the curtain: "Descendants with virtue can be protected, but those without virtue and character who have committed many evil deeds should not be assisted by the tyrant."
Feng Qingyang had long forgotten about the Nangong family and kept shouting, "Master, Master... You finally came back to see your disciple, Master!"
Jiang Ci: “?”
Why do people become more emotional as they get older?
"Stop howling! If you don't feel ashamed, I do!"
Feng Qingyang burst into laughter when he heard this, "It really is Master! This tone is just right!"
Jiang Ci: “…”
Patriarch Nangong and Butler Jin looked in surprise at Feng Qingyang, who was kneeling on the ground, crying and laughing at the air.
Butler Jin whispered, "Master, is Master Feng crazy?"
The head of the Nangong family shook his head: "How should I know! Anyway, it is definitely not normal."
"What should we do then, Patriarch?"
"I called Xuanmen before he came, and President Zhang will be here soon."
Patriarch Nangong narrowed his eyes slightly.
He would not put all his eggs in one basket. When Feng Qingyang went to find Jiang Ci, he called Xuanmen and asked President Zhang to come personally to deal with the statue with the broken hand.
Chairman Zhang's prestige and strength are comparable to Feng Qingyang's!
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