"If something like this happened to me, I couldn't possibly do better than you."

"Let's not talk anymore. Those three boys are responsible for themselves. Let's eat and have a few drinks with me."

"Yes, uncle."

"Just call me Uncle Feng, we are all family members."

Half a fan of roasted lamb, roasted suckling pig, roasted flower duck, sea fish, shrimp, crab, vegetarian dishes, cold dishes, and two gourds' home-brewed wine.

Frankly speaking, this made Meng Fan a little flattered, and he did not expect that Uncle Feng's skills were so good.

Looking at such sumptuous dishes, a smile appeared on Dasha's face, now he could eat deliciously.

"It tastes so good." Jin McGee sandwiched a piece of suckling pig slices and praised: "The skin is crispy and the fat is not fat. It is better than my master's craftsmanship."

"..."

Meng Fan thought to himself: When you get in front of the master, you have another story to tell, but one thing is for sure, Uncle Feng’s craftsmanship is really good.

On the side, listening to the compliments, Uncle Feng couldn't suppress the smile on his face. No matter how withdrawn a person is, when he reaches a certain age, he likes to have fun, especially when his niece who has been with him for so many years suddenly leaves.

"Eat more if you like it. I'll buy it tomorrow." Uncle Feng looked at Amin, who was sitting quietly beside Meng Fan, and said with a smile:

"The two gourds contain rice wine brewed by the farmer. The alcohol content is not high. If you can drink it, it doesn't matter if you have a little."

"Thank you, Uncle Feng." Amin responded softly.

In this way, everyone drank and drank.

Completely forgetting the three street boys who were detained by ghosts in a mass grave to atone for their sins, and the three actresses.

After three rounds.

"Although I can use talismans, I am best at the art of Qimen Dunjia. Firstly, I am interested in it and am born with it. Secondly, I have talent."

Uncle Feng's drinking capacity...it's hard to describe in words.

Previously, he had told Amin, a girl, to drink less, or even not drink at all. But when he finished three glasses of rice wine, he immediately became angry and told all the past events with a red neck.

"At that time, my master had a headache for a long time. He rummaged through the Maoshan classics and found out a lot about the practice methods of Qimen Dunjia."

"It's strange to say that the elders are not proficient in this method and cannot provide much guidance. But as soon as I came into contact with this unfamiliar method, I immediately saw the way..."

The master would definitely not hide the method that should be taught. Therefore, Meng Fan did not ask questions at the wine table, which seemed to be too utilitarian. Instead, he followed Uncle Feng's wishes and speculated half-jokingly:

"Perhaps you were good at Qi Men Dun Jia in your previous life."

Listening to his nephew's words, Uncle Feng nodded, pondered for a moment, as if he was really thinking about this joke, and then said a little strangely:

"I didn't think so when I was young, but now, I can't say for sure."

"Always dreaming."

Dream?

Jin McGee, who was munching on lamb chops, was stunned for a moment, swallowed the meat in a hurry, and looked at his senior brother Meng Fan.

Meng Fan also looked at his junior brother subconsciously.

Both of them realized that this was not an easy matter.

Because, since they entered Taoism, they have almost never had a dream, either because they were meditating or practicing, or they slept until dawn, and the quality of their sleep was excellent.

But my uncle's cultivation is more advanced. According to common sense, he should have no dreams every night.

"Master, what dream is this?"

Seeing that the atmosphere suddenly became serious, Dasha also slowed down his eating speed a little, grabbed the big duck leg, and added: "I have been dreaming recently."

"I dreamed that I became an ancient military attache, eating, drinking and having fun all day long. I don't know how happy I am."

"..."

Meng Fan and Jin Maiji looked at each other.

In fact, Dasha’s dream is not unusual.

As the saying goes: I think about it every day and dream about it at night.

This guy has incredible strength and can eat so much. It would be strange if he didn't have such a dream.

"General?"

After mumbling something, Uncle Feng seemed to have sobered up and asked, "What were you wearing in the dream?"

"The military commander must be wearing armor. He is dressed in gold armor and holds a moon sword. He is one ten thousandth as domineering as the Holy Emperor."

When Dasha talked about his dream, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Haha, there are a group of lovely daughters under my knees, and they all call me daddy. Every time I have this dream, I wake up laughing."

However, when he recalled the dream, he did not notice at the first moment that Uncle Feng's face was extremely solemn, and all the mana in his drunken body had evaporated.

"Ever since I went to the island and met you, I started dreaming when I returned to Dongpingzhou."

Hearing this, Dasha was stunned for a moment, and said in disbelief: "You can't be dreaming of me."

"How is this possible? It doesn't happen only at night when you see beautiful girls..."

Halfway through his words, Jin McGee raised his eyes to look at Dasha, who was tall and thick, and shook his head helplessly.

Only Meng Fan realized the seriousness of the matter and waited for the next chapter with a serious face.

At this time, Uncle Feng sighed and completed what he had not finished:

"In the dream, I was an old Taoist priest over sixty years old. I had two disciples. One was a military officer wearing gold armor, and the other was wearing silver armor."

ancient times.

Old Taoist priest, two generals of gold and silver.

For a moment, Meng Fan regretted that he had watched too few movies before, otherwise, he might have guessed what would happen next.

But it is foreseeable that a crisis may hit in the future, and it will not be very far away. Maybe it will break out tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow.

Because Uncle Feng and Dasha, who can provide supporting evidence, both said that they have been dreaming more and more frequently recently, and there are more and more fragments.

"Who is the enemy?"

Without Meng Fan opening his mouth, his junior brother Jin McGee said worriedly: "Uncle Feng, your dream is so similar to Dasha's, I'm afraid something is not normal."

"It's not clear yet."

Uncle Feng sighed: "Let's continue eating. Let's not talk about this anymore. Whether it is a blessing or a curse is hard to predict for the time being, not to mention that misfortune depends on blessings."

"You guys have been practicing here recently, taking time out, so you can cope with possible crises that may come."

"If something happens, my master will definitely not stand idly by."

Meng Fan looked as usual, raised his glass and gave a toast to Uncle Feng, and suggested: "Since Dasha and Uncle Feng are so destined to be masters and disciples in dreams, why not renew their relationship in reality."

After hearing what the boss Meng Fan said, Dasha put down the mutton chops with anticipation on his face.

Now that the words were said and the atmosphere was in place, Uncle Feng nodded immediately, turned to look at Dasha, and asked:

"Would you do that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dasha left the table and chair and knelt down with a plop.

"Disciple pays homage to master."

"Okay, okay, get up and eat first, take a shower and change clothes tomorrow morning, put away the Buddhist amulets, wait for the two senior brothers to witness your introduction, and then start teaching the art of Qimen Dunjia."

Uncle Feng walked over quickly, patted Dasha on the shoulder, helped him up from the ground, and said with the tone of a senior encouraging a junior:

"From now on, it will be up to the three of you to pass on my unique armor-defying skills."

"Master, don't worry."
Chapter completed!