As soon as he opened his eyes, the master of metaphysics became the vicious stepmother of four oil bottles Chapter 337: At least you have to use eight to carry the big sedan chair
Chapter 337: At least you have to use eight to carry the big sedan chair
"It's possible." Meng Yuan mused: "Since he was able to attack his own bodyguards back then, he can also attack his clan members now."
"Chen Qiankun left, and Chen Bitian came in. Why is it so difficult to live a leisurely life?"
Shen Qingqing held her forehead and sighed, "Go back, it stinks so much here that even a mask can't stop it."
Meng Yuan looked at her little face that was wrinkled by the stench and smiled, "Let's go. You can go back to Qi's house to rest later. I'll go to General Zhao to borrow a few people. Chen Bitian may come back."
Shen Qingqing made a sign of approval to him, turned around and walked towards the steps. As soon as her feet landed, a strong gust of wind brushed past her ears and stabbed directly at Meng Yuan behind her.
Meng Yuan quickly dodged and avoided the blow. The strong wind hit the attic wall, and a bamboo leaf swayed down.
Looking up, Zhao Ying, dressed in black and smart, was standing on the jade steps and laughing heartily at them, "Brother Meng is so skilled, it would be a pity not to join the army."
Meng Yuan's hanging breath relaxed, and he replied with a smile: "Isn't it because there is concern at home and I can't leave?"
Zhao Ying looked at Shen Qingqing standing aside and nodded, "Everyone has his own ambitions, I understand."
Then he said: "You also came to Chen's house to find out?"
"Yeah, but it's too late." Meng Yuan pointed sideways at the corpses piled up in the attic, "Everyone is dead."
Zhao Ying quickly walked into the attic, and ran out after a while holding his nose, "Let's go down the mountain and find a place to talk slowly, it's too smelly here."
The three of them came to a restaurant at the foot of the mountain, just in time for lunch, so they planned to order a few dishes, two bottles of wine, and chat while eating.
As soon as he sat down, the bench in the restaurant snapped. Zhao Ying stood up holding the table and explained awkwardly: "Haha, what, my butt is too heavy."
"It's because the bench in our store is not strong, it's not your fault." The restaurant manager hurriedly stepped forward to help replace it with a new stool.
Zhao Ying had a better memory this time and sat down carefully, pretending that nothing happened, still talking and laughing: "I am a person, I can do anything, just don't let me climb the wall or hang on the roof.
It’s too hard to do these sneaky things!”
Meng Yuan pursed his lips and smiled, "General Zhao doesn't look like that kind of person."
"Well, to put it shamelessly, with my looks, I was born to be a general. How about my father named me Zhao Ying? Zhao Ying, Zhao Ying, no matter what I am called, I can still do it.
win!"
Zhao Ying carried a wine bottle and poured wine for Meng Yuan and Shen Qingqing, with a heroic attitude, "Come, it's fate that we meet, let's have a drink first."
Meng Yuan raised his hand to cover the cup in front of Shen Qingqing, "She can pour a cup, and the two of us can drink it."
"Oh, I understand, a little girl is different from rough guys like us." Zhao Ying laughed and put down the wine bottle, clinked glasses with Meng Yuan, and continued: "Let's get down to business, the prince's man came two days ago.
He is a Taoist priest, and judging by his situation, he is quite powerful, and everyone in the palace calls him General Chen."
"I thought that since his surname is Chen, he should be related to the Chen family on Fanyue Mountain, so I wanted to check out the Chen family, but I met you as soon as I went up the mountain. So, do you know the Taoist priest surnamed Chen?"
Shen Qingqing did not give a direct answer, but asked: "Is that Taoist priest in his forties, tall and powerful, and full of evil aura?"
Zhao Ying opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Yes, that's him. Do you know him?"
Meng Yuan coughed lightly, "General Zhao should also know him."
Zhao Ying: "Huh?"
"Chen Bitian, a famous general of the Yin Dynasty."
"Who, who are you talking about?"
Zhao Ying shivered, and the bench broke into two pieces again under his buttocks.
Shen Qingqing couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter.
Meng Yuan couldn't bear to look at him and pulled him up from the ground, repeating: "Chen Bitian, the Chen Bitian who calls himself Emperor Chen Qing."
"Oh my God, I have met my opponent this time." Zhao Ying rubbed his tailbone, sat on another bench with a complicated expression, and asked again: "Then are his ghost troops still there?"
Shen Qingqing said: "Probably gone."
Zhao Ying exhaled, "That's good."
Before he could even breathe out, Shen Qingqing said, "But they can rebuild."
Zhao Ying shivered again, and another bench collapsed.
The owner of the restaurant was so distressed that his eyes were red, and he even stepped forward to persuade him: "Sir, how about you eat standing up? If that's not possible, you can sit on my lap."
Zhao Ying looked at his small body and said, "I won't have to pay for crushing you to death, right?"
Shopkeeper: "Excuse me, please continue."
As soon as the restaurant manager left, Zhao Ying lay directly on the table, his eyes as wide as copper bells, "I don't study well, can you tell me what happened to Chen Bitian? How did he come back from the dead?"
"
"To be precise, he has never died." Shen Qingqing corrected him, "There is a Taoist saying that 'the birth of a person is the gathering of Qi; the death of a person is the dispersion of Qi.' This Qi can be understood as
Three souls and seven souls, the death of body and soul is the real death."
"Chen Bitian only died that year, and his soul was not completely dispersed. During these years of lying in the coffin, he should have used an eight-hole soul-inducing lamp to repair the remaining soul."
"I didn't understand what soul you were talking about." Zhao Ying answered, "But the general idea is that Chen Bitian is not dead at all. He has been hiding in the Chen family to recuperate, and he has only begun to show his face in the past few days.
,right?"
Shen Qingqing: "...It's okay if you understand it this way."
"Chen Bitian popped up in the middle of the road. This matter is not easy to handle." Zhao Ying touched the stubble on his chin, "Let's do this. I will first write a letter to tell the emperor about the situation in Xiangcheng and ask him if he can fight directly. Every day
It's useless to listen to the corner here." It's still satisfying to chop with a knife.
"Okay." Meng Yuan raised his glass, "If you want to fight, count me in. I want to get something from them."
"That's easy to say." Bai got a general, and Zhao Ying was so happy that the corner of his mouth reached behind his ears, "Brother Meng, let me tell you the truth. I didn't wait until you came to the capital with a letter to join me.
I am angry and feel that this young man does not know how to appreciate others."
"Later I heard General Fang say that you were his apprentice, and I understood again. He is General Fang's apprentice. How powerful he is. You can't get him with just one letter. At the very least, you need an eight-carat sedan to do so."
Meng Yuan couldn't help laughing: "A big sedan chair, are you marrying me?"
"As long as you can deceive people, it doesn't matter if you have a wife, it doesn't matter if you recognize your father!"
"..."
Zhao Ying's chatterbox couldn't be closed as soon as he opened it. He pulled Meng Yuan to talk about everything, the past and the present, from fighting on the battlefield to the love between his children. In the end, he got drunk and slapped the table and cried bitterly.
"They all say that I am an old monk and don't like women."
"They fart! I don't like women, how can I like men?"
The restaurant owner looked at the table he was banging and tried to stop him, "Yes, they fart, they are all farting! Can we stop banging the table? This is the new table I just bought last month.