Zhang Weidong saw that the old Taoist priest had said something sullenly to him and immediately stopped tormenting him. He couldn't help shaking his head secretly and wondering whether to laugh or cry.
You said, this old man is the same. If you talk to him properly, he won't listen and has to be scolded by me to feel comfortable. What kind of thing is this?
But no matter what, the old Taoist priest finally calmed down, and Zhang Weidong breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his head and looked towards Mr. Tang and others. He saw the Tang family, young and old, and Duan Wei and others staring straight at him.
Look, it seems like he is a monster.
Okay, just after letting the old Taoist priest calm down, it started again! Zhang Weidong sighed inwardly, and couldn't help but tilted his head and glared at the old Taoist priest with some annoyance.
It's all because of this old guy!
But Zhang Weidong forgot that the old Taoist priest was beating a drum in his heart, how could he withstand such an annoyed glare from his "old man". It was okay that Zhang Weidong didn't glare, but of course he thought Zhang Weidong was blaming him for making him "an old man"
Waiting outside for a long time!
"Teacher..." The old Taoist priest Dongming's face turned pale, his legs went weak and he thought about kneeling down to apologize.
When Zhang Weidong saw the old Taoist priest's white beard, he trembled. The old Taoist priest's tears did not fall, but he wanted to.
There is really no end to this old guy!
Fortunately, Zhang Weidong already had experience. As soon as the old Taoist priest bent his knees, he felt a force stopping him, and Zhang Weidong's condensed voice sounded in his ears: "Okay, I don't mean to blame you. If you really kneel,
I blame you."
After hearing this, Dongming secretly breathed a sigh of relief and stood quietly beside Zhang Weidong again, leaning back.
"Ahem, hello, Mr. Tang. Please don't take offense if I bother you." Zhang Weidong walked up to Mr. Tang, who was still in a daze, and coughed twice.
"Ahem, no, how could it be possible? The old god is my senior and old friend, Zhang. Since Mr. Zhang is a friend with him, he is naturally my friend." Mr. Tang finally calmed down, his expression a little uncomfortable.
Said naturally.
Because just now he seemed to have heard the old immortal Dongming call Teacher Zhang Weidong. After all, Mr. Tang has seen a lot of troubles. For a moment, he didn't know what name to use to call the young man in front of him.
It's obviously not appropriate to call him "Senior" or "Little Immortal". He looks so young, but he is also the founding general of the country! But he is not called "Senior" or "Little Immortal". People even call him "Old God" when he is 118 years old.
Teacher, I call myself a disciple!
Fortunately, Mr. Tang was a big shot who had seen the situation, and he quickly came up with a title for him as "Sir".
Even so, Duan Wei, the deputy secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, almost lost his legs and sat down on the ground after hearing this. How many people in the entire land of China can deserve to be called Mr., let alone Zhang Weidong?
Maotou is young.
No, wait a minute, what did Mr. Tang call that mentally ill old man just now? Old god? It’s messed up, it’s messed up. My head is all messed up!
Duan Wei, the deputy secretary of the provincial party committee who was in charge of tens of millions of people, suddenly found that his mind seemed to be much sluggish than usual when faced with such a matter, and he was completely unable to function normally.
When Tang Xingzhong and others heard this, although they were not as exaggerated as Duan Wei, they were extremely depressed. For such a young man, his father, the dignified founding general, actually had to call him sir. Of course, the most depressing person should be Tang Guorui.
This leading figure in the Three Dynasties of Tang Dynasty.
Tang Guorui always thought that he was young and promising and a leader among the younger generation. Only today did he realize that compared with Zhang Weidong, he was nothing.
Even grandpa has to be called sir!
If that was the case, then he knew that this old Taoist priest was stubborn. When he saw Mr. Tang comparing himself to Zhang Weidong, he felt frightened in his heart and hurriedly reminded him in a low voice: "Xiao Tang, this is my mentor!
"
Boom! Tang Xingqiang, who had experienced the powerful kung fu of the old immortal Dongming, lost his footing when he heard this and banged his head heavily on the door.
My mentor! God, how is this possible? The old Taoist priest is one hundred and eighteen years old. How old is this young man in front of me? Is he also over a hundred years old? This is too evil! And, God!
, I actually competed with him just now!
Thinking of the latter, even though Tang Xingqiang was so majestic in front of the entire army, cold sweat started to break out on his back. If his "old man" had just squeezed it so lightly with his little hand, wouldn't my hand be useless?
Cold sweat broke out on Mr. Tang's forehead. Dongming saved his life during the Anti-Japanese War and taught him several martial arts. It can be said that without Dongming, Mr. Tang would not be where he is today, and Dongming's age is indeed
He was much older than him, so it wasn't too much to call him "senior". Mr. Tang felt that he was very energetic even in his old age, so he called him "Old Immortal" instead of "Senior".
Fortunately, the old god reminded him seriously that Zhang Weidong was his mentor, and it would be obvious that he was out of line if he continued to yell at him.
If not sir, what would you call me? Senior? Little fairy?
When Zhang Weidong saw Dongming, an old Taoist priest, he knew how to stir up trouble. He wished he could kick him away. He thought to himself, if you don't keep your mouth shut, will there be people who treat you as a mute?
"Mr. Tang, please don't listen to Dong Ming. Dong Ming and I are on the same path and have discussed each other. We are not considered mentors." After saying this, Zhang Weidong winked at Dong Ming, signaling him not to cause further trouble.
This time, Dongming finally got a little enlightened. He didn't interrupt after hearing this, but he didn't agree with it in his heart. He reminded me that I had passed the Qi training period and taught many alchemy techniques. If this is not a mentor, what is it?
A mentor?
When Mr. Tang and others heard this, they became even more frightened. They thought that an old immortal like Dong Ming wanted to recognize him as his teacher, but he was still unwilling. Could it be that this young man was much more powerful than the old immortal in terms of Taoism?
Seeing that Dongming stopped interrupting, Zhang Weidong secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "I have heard about your heroic deeds a long time ago, and I have always admired you in my heart. I didn't expect to be lucky enough to meet you today."
Mr. Tang never expected that a big man who even the old immortal would shamelessly associate with his mentor would actually say words of admiration for him. At first, he was stunned for a while, as if he was listening to a book from heaven. Waiting for him
Looking back, my heart couldn't help but surge with passion, as if I had returned to the war era when I commanded thousands of troops to rush towards the enemy camp.
Mr. Tang had heard so many compliments in his life that his calloused ears were thick with hearing them. But only Zhang Weidong's compliments today made him so happy that he almost felt like floating in the air.
My confidant! He is indeed a fairy-like figure, but his vision is different!
Tang Xingzhong and others were used to sitting in high positions and looking down on others, but today a young man suddenly appeared who they could only look up to. This was really an extraordinary blow to them. Zhang Weidong's words finally made them feel depressed.
Feeling a little more comfortable.
"I don't dare to accept it, I don't dare to accept it, Mr. Zhang, the old immortal invites you this way, please this way." Mr. Tang was so excited and happy that the wrinkles on his face spread out. Mr. Tang confidently led the way personally, looking at Duan Wei.
Walking is always erratic. You know, the people in the entire republic who can be worthy of being guided by Marx in person are probably either lying in bed unable to walk or have already gone to see Marx!
The group of people returned to the main living room again.
Originally, Mr. Tang and Dong Ming sat side by side in the middle and at the top. Now that Zhang Weidong was here, how could Dong Ming dare to sit in the guest of honor position? If Zhang Weidong hadn't winked at him, he would have been ready to stand guard behind Zhang Weidong.
.
Mr. Tang saw himself and Zhang Weidong sitting side by side at the top, while Dongming, the old immortal, was sitting below. After so many years, he once again felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. As for the group of people below, except for Dongming, he took it for granted.
, the others looked at Zhang Weidong's ridiculously young face, and then at Mr. Tang, their emotions were so complicated that they couldn't be expressed in words.
If word got out that a little kid was actually sitting side by side with Mr. Tang, and that Tang Xingzhong had no choice but to sit below him for his work, the entire Chinese political world would probably be shocked.
Fortunately, this is the Tang family, and no one else can get in.
"Mr. Zhang." After everyone sat down, Mr. Tang took the initiative to speak.
"Mr. Tang, you are an old hero. I can't bear the words you say to Mr. Zhang. You should just call me Weidong." Zhang Weidong interrupted.
"How does this make you and the old immortal..." Mr. Tang waved his hands hurriedly after hearing this.
"There's nothing wrong with it. Dongming and I are connected because of Taoism, and we have another kind of relationship. But I am a layman. I grew up listening to your heroic deeds. If you want to call me sir, I really
I can't bear it!" Zhang Weidong interrupted again.
Duan Wei almost broke into a cold sweat when he saw Zhang Weidong interrupting Mr. Tang repeatedly. To this day, he still couldn't figure out the origin of the old Taoist priest who he once mistakenly thought was a mental patient.
Mr. Tang was a little confused when he heard this, and couldn't help but ask: "Could it be that you are younger than me?"
"Haha, of course, otherwise, why would I have grown up listening to your heroic deeds?" Zhang Weidong laughed.
"But you and the old god?" Mr. Tang heard that Zhang Weidong was younger than him, and he couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If a man who is more than a hundred or two hundred years old has grown up to have Zhang Weidong's pretty face and virtue, Mr. Tang felt in his heart
The pressure is really extraordinary.
"There is a sequence of attainments. I understood some of the mysteries of heaven and earth one step ahead of Dong Ming, so I naturally walked ahead of him. This is not inconsistent with my young age. Mr. Tang thinks too much." Zhang Weidong said with a faint smile.
Although Zhang Weidong said it casually, everyone in the Tang family was frightened. Dongming was already so powerful, but Zhang Weidong meant that he was even more powerful than him, so even though he was young, Dongming had to respect him as his teacher.
Then if he reaches the age of Dongming, how powerful will it be? Tang Xingqiang felt a chill on his back again. (To be continued)
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