Chapter 864: Master and Disciple Who Don’t Know What Politeness Means
"If you think life like this is good, then keep it like this; if you get tired of it, just find other fun. The world is big and you can do whatever you want." Feng Danyuan stopped as if he had the ability to read minds.
, lowered his head and said to Wei Zi: "I just want you to be happy every day."
Wei Zi's nose was sore and her eyes were astringent. She blinked and suddenly stretched out her arms to hug Feng Danyuan.
"So what? As long as I'm happy." Wei Zi ignored it, stood on tiptoes, and kissed Feng Danyuan's lips.
Feng Danyuan tightened his arms, his smiling eyes as deep as the sea.
Just as he was about to kiss her deeply, he caught a glimpse of someone in the way not far away.
Looking over with a slightly warning look, a certain pair of master and disciple turned their heads and turned around in unison.
"Master, will my eyes get needle holes?" Changsheng, the young apprentice, tugged at the master's sleeve.
"As long as it lasts, Doctor Wei has good medical skills and will cure you." Taoist Master Baopu comforted his young apprentice.
"But I don't want it to grow... I don't have money to treat it if it grows." Changsheng regretted it. Why did he come over to see it out of curiosity?
"They are rich people and won't care about your money." Taoist Master Baopu continued to comfort his young apprentice.
"Is it the same thing that they have money and that I don't have money for medical treatment?" Chang Sheng felt that there was something wrong with the logic of what the master said.
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Feng Danyuan frowned when he heard this: These two people were mumbling at first, and after two sentences they became louder and louder. Do you think they are deaf or dead?
Wei Zi was quite happy to meet an acquaintance, and pulled Feng Danyuan over: "Bao Pu Taoist, Immortal, long time no see."
"Hello, Doctor Wei!" Chang Sheng greeted Wei Zi with a smile, then got stuck, and stretched out his hand to pull Taoist Pu's sleeve: "Master, then - what should I call?"
"Jushi Wei, how are you, Jushi Feng!" Taoist Master Baopu said with a smile.
Changsheng suddenly realized: Yes, let’s call him layman!
Sure enough, ginger is still hotter, and the master is the master.
"Master Feng." Changsheng followed Taoist Master Baopu respectfully and performed a standard Taoist ritual.
"Ha." Feng Danyuan was too lazy to get to know the master and disciple.
"Why are you two here?" Wei Zi greeted politely.
"A few days ago, I went to the city to visit an old friend and came back to rest in the village. Unexpectedly, there was heavy snow and the road was blocked, so I had to stay here temporarily." Taoist priest Baopu returned.
"Now that we have met, how about having a cup of hot tea at home?" Wei Zi invited.
"Okay, okay!" Changsheng agreed.
"Then I'm bothering Master Wei." Taoist Master Baopu stroked his beard and smiled.
Feng Danyuan: "..."
"Then let's go." Wei Zi raised his head slightly and said to Feng Danyuan.
"Okay." Feng Danyuan saw her smiling brightly, and immediately lost all resentment towards his master and disciple who didn't know how to be polite.
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There is a small red clay stove with tea and wine.
There are also roasted sweet potatoes, roasted peanuts, roasted ginkgo nuts, and various snacks.
Changsheng gnawed on the steaming sweet potatoes with a satisfied look on his face.
Taoist Master Baopu took a sip of wine and narrowed his eyes in comfort: "A glass of hot wine in winter is as good as the gods!"
"Is everything okay in Prince Yan's palace?" Feng Danyuan said directly.
