There was undisguised disappointment in Qingfeng's eyes, but after moving his lips, he never opened his mouth to say anything.
The old owner of the village, Yu Canghai, looked at his youngest son like this and couldn't bear to say: "Master Chen, this son of mine is not seeking Master Chen's current official status, but he has admired Master Chen for a long time. Since the Wanliu Society, Master Chen has been
Quanzi will remember everything he did. He has been talking about Mr. Chen's deeds in my ears for several years. Now I finally see that he is sincere in his actions and has no other thoughts at all."
"Father, please don't embarrass Mr. Chen."
Yu Qingfeng shook his head. Although he was disappointed, he was unwilling to force it.
Chen Chao stared at the young man in front of him and asked curiously: "Aren't you afraid that I will delay your future? You must know that I can kill people, but I may not be able to teach others. If you insist on worshiping me as your teacher, I may not be able to train you to become a talent."
Yu Qingfeng shook his head and said seriously: "Master leads me in. Cultivation depends on the individual. I still know this truth. If I really have no achievements in the future and have nothing to do with Master Chen, it will be my own fault."
Chen Chao smiled bitterly, "So, I have to accept you as my disciple?"
Yu Qingfeng looked confused. After all, the old owner Yu Canghai was a person who had seen the world. He was naturally more alert than his son. He kicked Yu Qingfeng on the butt and said with a smile: "Why don't you meet the master?"
After realizing it, Yu Qingfeng was about to kowtow. Chen Chao stretched out his hand to stop him and said with a smile: "I have been practicing for several years and have never accepted a disciple. If you really want to worship me as your teacher, it shouldn't be so simple. In this way, you first
Go to the capital of the gods and find Song Lian, the right guard commander, and tell him that he is my unnamed disciple, and ask him to take you to practice first, and then decide whether to accept you as a disciple after I return."
Yu Qingfeng smiled happily and said, "I will listen to Master's teachings in everything."
Chen Chao rubbed his forehead, turned around and asked, "Will the old village owner follow you to the capital of gods?"z.br
Yu Canghai nodded, "I immediately dismissed everyone in the village and rushed to the capital with my dog."
Chen Chao hesitated for a moment, but before he spoke, Yu Canghai shook his head and said with a smile: "Master Chen, don't worry, I still have some friends over the years. Although I don't want to disturb you all the time, I don't want to invite a few people to accompany me on this trip to the divine capital.
It’s a big deal.”
Chen Chao nodded.
The old manor owner turned to look at his youngest son and said, "You go out first. I have something to talk to Mr. Chen as a father."
Yu Qingfeng nodded, but didn't think much about it. He just said "disciple, please leave," and then turned around and left the small courtyard with some joy.
The old village owner looked at the back of his youngest son and sighed softly: "After the death of the eldest son, I deliberately taught the younger son not to follow the same path as the eldest son. Who knew that these two boys seemed to be carved from the same mold? In their early years,
Qingfeng was thinking about going to the north to join the army. If I hadn't stopped him and trapped him with the word "filial piety", he would have gone north long ago."
Chen Chao smiled and said, "The spirit of a young man is extremely valuable."
The old owner of the village said with shame: "I am really ashamed of what I said to Mr. Chen before."
Chen Chao shook his head, "It's just an ordinary thought of ordinary people. But if everyone thought like this, Daliang would have died long ago, and the demon clan in the north would have driven down. The human race would not have lost another 30,000 miles of territory.
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"I'm so ashamed." The old village owner said with emotion: "But now that things have happened, I have finally figured it out. Let Qingfeng do whatever he wants. I won't hold you back anymore. After all, I am still alive.
, everyone should have his or her own choice in how to live."
Chen Chao said with a smile: "Based on what the old village owner said, it's a big revelation."
"There is still some Xianquan wine in the warehouse, why don't you take it and have a drink with Mr. Chen?" The old owner said cheerfully.
Chen Chao shook his head and said with a smile: "Just give me a few jars of wine to take away when the time comes."
The old village owner nodded in agreement, and then said seriously: "There is a matter that I have been holding in my heart for many years. I was too busy to take care of it at first, and thought that I would never be able to tell anyone about it in this life. But God's will, when I met Mr. Chen, maybe it was something secret
During this time, my son appeared..."
Chen Chao also became serious and asked: "Is it related to the cause of your son's death?"
The old village owner nodded and said seriously: "I'm afraid that my son did not simply die in the north, but died at the hands of the demon clan."
Chen Chao looked at the old village owner and did not speak immediately. Instead, he remained silent for a long time and then asked in a low voice: "Did someone in the army have a problem with him and that's why he was killed?"
The old manor owner shook his head slowly.
Chen Chao's expression became more complicated.
The old owner slowly took out a pile of letters from his arms, "When my son was alive, he often received letters, but I ignored him and never opened them. Later, after I learned about his death, I realized it later.
, when I was looking through the letter, I learned about these things. I originally wanted to investigate. After all, the father and son had a fight, and the son died in an unknown manner. But at that time, Shenshui Villa was in danger, and I cared about Qingfeng's life, so I kept tolerating it.
I originally thought that I would never be able to avenge my son in this life, but now that I have met Mr. Chen..."
The old owner said solemnly: "If Mr. Chen is unwilling to be tainted with right and wrong, Bentang has never heard of this matter. I am determined not to have any grudges in my heart and will not tell Qingfeng about this matter!"
Chen Chao looked at the letters in front of him and said, "Old owner, do you know a story?"
The old owner looked confused.
"When His Majesty traveled north to Mobei, and after fighting the Demon Emperor, he returned south. He passed through Xuanling County and dealt with the officials of a state. He left behind a sentence, "If you want to drink their blood, I will kill you." Your Majesty.
Will, those who die for the beams must not die in vain, and must not chill the hearts of the living.”
Chen Chao looked at the old village owner and said seriously: "Your Majesty will never tolerate such things."
The old man's nose felt sore for a moment and he was speechless.
Although he was a citizen of Daliang, he had never thought much about His Majesty the Emperor, and naturally he would not have any feelings of admiration.
"Your Majesty has to look at the entire beam. There will inevitably be some omissions, but once you see them, you won't ignore them."
Chen Chao looked at the old village owner in front of him and said calmly: "I will take care of this matter."
The old village owner burst into tears and knelt on the ground, "The common people thank you, sir!"
Wu'en Temple, light rain continued.
Thanks to the sky-high money he earned in the past few days, the old abbot finally had hot porridge that was not just full of rice grains. Now he was sitting on the threshold holding a bowl of hot porridge that didn't fall over when he inserted his chopsticks into it.
I picked up a piece of pickle in my pickle plate, put it in my mouth, chewed it and drank some hot porridge, and I felt extremely comfortable.
The old abbot has been the abbot of Wu'en Temple for many years. He has a famous saying that everyone in the temple knows clearly.
That is, glory and wealth are no match for a bowl of hot porridge.
The old monk loves to drink porridge, which has lasted for decades.
Drinking porridge and enjoying the rain is a beautiful thing for the old abbot.
It was raining lightly today, and it was destined that no pilgrims would come to the door. Anyway, the old abbot had a lot of money, and he was not worried about how he would live in the future, so he felt even more comfortable.
After drinking most of the porridge and eating most of the pickles, the old abbot rubbed his belly with some satisfaction, but before he could get up, a man came to the front of the temple in the rain, and then sat down on the threshold with rain all over him.
The old abbot was splashed with rainwater, but he wasn't upset at all. He just picked out the mud spots in the porridge bowl with some disgust. Strangely enough, the old abbot didn't even drive out half a grain of rice with his behavior.
The man smiled and said: "It's so hard to come here, but you don't even want to drink hot porridge?"
The old abbot shook his head solemnly and said: "The old monk spent several years of his life in exchange for this. It feels good to share it with the disciples. You are not the old monk's son, why do you ask for it?"
The man clicked his tongue and said, "Old monk, you have always been so stingy. What can you do with the money you save? You can't take it with you."
The old abbot sighed and said, "The old monk is stingy not because he likes to be stingy, but because he simply has no money to be generous."
The man rubbed his head, but did not refute. He just said to himself: "Have you done what I asked you to do?"
The old abbot smiled and said: "I mentioned it, but it's hard to say whether it can be done. You guys have been doing it for so many years.
Why did a young man do it in the end?"
The man shook his head, "I'm all alone, what's the use of that reputation? Just get things done. As for the reputation and credit, I'll leave it to that kid. After all, it's hard to say whether he can stand up as the leader in the future."
The old abbot remained silent.
The man smiled and said, "When is the old monk going to go back and take a look?"
The old abbot said: "I originally planned to go back and have a look in a few years, but it seems that the old monk is no longer needed now, so the next time the old monk goes out, he will only go north."
The man sighed, stopped talking, and just rubbed the old monk's bald head.
Shenshui Villa.
Chen Chao sat at the table, looking at the opened letters in front of him, his face extremely gloomy.
This chapter has been completed!