Chapter 21 This wave of bullshit blows more than the Taoist priest of Yuqing Zhaoying Palace
Chapter 21 This wave of bullshit is even more ruthless than the Taoist priest of Yuqing Zhaoying Palace (please give me monthly votes for recommendation)
Didn't Cai Laoliu have several fights with his young master, causing a storm in the city?
Even my own master was ordered by the officials to shut up and think about it because of this matter. Why did the sixth son of the Cai family come to the door in the blink of an eye?
The older servant of the Gaofu family took a step forward and asked in a neither humble nor arrogant tone.
"Why did your Liulang come to our Gao Mansion to become a disciple? You can't joke, can you?"
"..." The face of the manager of the Cai Mansion turned dark. I thought it was a joke, but this was the order of my prime minister.
"I'll report it to your young master as soon as possible. He will understand. If the delay continues..."
"Okay, please wait a moment. I'll keep an eye on you. Go and report it quickly."
The older servant of the Gaofu family turned around and confessed, then let the young and fast-legged boy run away.
And he continued to stare at the Cai family and the carriage.
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Cai Yao sat in the carriage with a dark face, tears still on his face.
After all, this kid is a little stupid, but at least he is a straightforward person, and his fights are always done face to face. I hope that my future enemies will be as honest and cute as Cai Laoliu.
Cai Laoliu then turned his head with difficulty and looked at Gao Zhang who was standing aside.
Then I saw the curtain of the carriage being opened, and then a little fat man got out of the carriage.
Cai Yao felt like his heart was being cut by a knife, it was simply unfair.
But facing the ruthless Gao Zhang, Cai Laoliu, who originally wanted to be tough, could only lower his tone.
"I, I was too busy being scared that I didn't pay attention."
"This, this is Master?!"
Cai Yao asked with a dark face and frowned unhappily.
I was so beaten by you that day that I was dizzy and frightened. I had no idea what you were talking about.
Cai Laoliu glanced at the small temple with the statue, and then looked around a few more times.
An obviously crooked mouth and eyes, a cerebral thrombosis patient who looks terminally ill. You tell me this is my Rokuro's master?
Gao Zhang first saluted Peng Xuanji, who was lying on the couch, staring with lifeless eyes and making a whooshing sound in his mouth.
Seeing Cai Yao's expression change in front of him, and his eyes turning red, Gao Zhang couldn't help but feel a little sad.
Beside, sat a servant of the Gaofu family who was dozing off with a cattail leaf fan in his hand.
"I have met Mr. Gao. My Liulang, on my father's orders, came here to pay his respects to his master."
"Junior brother, have you forgotten what I said to you about our master after you and I turned our hostility into friendship?"
But when he thought of his father's fierce eyes, Cai Yao couldn't help but feel his eyes well up and almost shed tears.
After glancing at the steward of the Cai Mansion who was responsible for supervising Cai Laoliu, Gao Zhang was not difficult to deal with.
Gao Zhang's face darkened in displeasure, and Cai Laoliu, who looked like he was psychologically traumatized by his beating, was so frightened that he took two steps back.
I thought that after all I was the son of a dignified prime minister, and my father relied on his talent and ability to become an official.
Cai Laoliu, who had a dark face of red, purple and green, accompanied by the manager of the Cai Mansion, followed Gao Zhang straight into the mansion and went straight to the small Taoist temple in the mansion.
There were footsteps from the direction of the mansion door, and then Gao Zhang, a boy who was younger than him and lighter than himself, walked out.
When I thought that under the power of my own father, I had to humiliate myself and agree to go to Gao Mansion to submit to Gao Zhang, my lifelong enemy.
When Cai Yao heard this, his heart suddenly became filled with evil, and he tried his best to widen his narrow eyes hidden in the seam of his flesh.
"What?!" Cai Laoliu's fat, obviously bruised face was instantly distorted. He was so shocked that he couldn't express it...
Seeing these two naughty children talking nonsense here, the steward of the Cai Mansion, whose face turned darker and darker as he listened, quickly stepped forward.
Hearing the noise coming from outside the Taoist temple, the servant who was dozing off suddenly sat up straight and fanned the cattail leaf fan in front of Peng Xianchang rhythmically.
A god who transformed into an immortal, shattered the void, and restored the damage to his soul...
And that golf ball was just a ball player next to the official, and he became a dignified lieutenant by playing ball...
Then his uncertain eyes fell on Peng Xuanji, who was lying motionless on the couch.
"..." The steward of the Cai Mansion looked at Liu Lang, who was twice as strong as Gao Zhang, with a dark expression.
"!!!"
The steward of the Cai Mansion looked at the handsome and handsome only son of Captain Gao with red lips and white teeth, and bent down with a smile on his face.
"It turns out that my junior brother is here. Junior brother, junior brother, why don't you come over and see your senior brother quickly?"
"Why, can you still vent your anger on my behalf?"
Gao Zhang sighed helplessly and bowed respectfully to the old liar who had a cerebral thrombosis.
I really can't understand why Rokuro, who is quite capable of withstanding the master's ruler in the mansion, would be so cowardly.
The steward of the Cai Mansion who followed him in also looked confused at this moment.
Then he turned to look at Cai Laoliu, and shook his head with some resentment.
"Oh, Junior Brother Cai, who did you provoke and get beaten up again?"
"Why, do you think I can still deceive you, senior brother?"
"Mr. Gao, my Liulang was scolded by the prime minister. Well, the prime minister said that since Liulang and Mr. Gao both worshiped the master as their disciples, and Mr. Gao introduced them, it would be better for my son to pay his respects as a disciple."
There were also a few more bruises, and my buttocks were burning and painful, so painful that it hurt my heart.
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Gao Zhang led Cai Laoliu into this small Taoist temple and continued walking towards the big tree.
Gao Zhang couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this. Oops, the little fat guy has softened? Oh no, he's sending alimony?
Peng Xianchang, who lived for more than 200 years but suffered from cerebral thrombosis, still lay on the small couch under the shade of the tree in the small Taoist temple unchanged for thousands of years, staring blankly at the towering ancient tree in front of him.
"What are you doing here? Why don't you come and pay homage to your master?" Gao Zhang greeted the obviously confused Cai Laoliu warmly.
The steward of the Cai Mansion was speechless when he heard this, and looked at the cerebral thrombosis patient who was slumped on the couch with a protruding belly and lost the ability to take care of himself with disbelief on his face.
"It's not impossible, but if we want to be close enough to help each other, it depends on your performance..."
Gao Zhang couldn't help but be surprised when he looked at his fat face with old wounds not healed but new scars appearing on his face.
"Oh... Junior Brother, who is it that can actually commit such a murderous act? Please tell me, Senior Brother."
Pointing to the cerebral thrombosis patient who was slumped on the couch and seemed to be drooling at the corner of his mouth.
Everyone cheered up at this moment and watched this handsome young man with red lips and white teeth begin his performance.
"That's all, junior brother, you were uneasy at the time. Now let me tell you about our master's origins and why he is now like this..."
I always feel that the boss of the Gao family boasts more harshly than the Taoist priests of Yuqing Zhaoying Palace.
After all, among the Taoist priests in Yuqing Zhaoying Palace, which one does not look like an immortal with a Taoist spirit and long robes and long sleeves?
But the person in front of me was slumped on the couch with his belly stretched out, his hair and beard were as messy as a chicken coop, and his robe was no different from pickled sauerkraut.
His mouth is crooked, his eyes are slanted, his eyes are dull, and his mouth is squeaking. There is really no trace of his image as a master.
