Yan Bing looked like pear blossoms were raining, and opened her arms and rushed straight to the old man.
The old man looked at Yan Bing with a smile on his face, then slowly raised his right hand, and when Yan Bing pounced in front of him... he had a brain hammer!
"Damn!" Yan Bing felt pain and squatted on the ground with his head in his arms.
"I'm still here with my teacher! I've seen through you! I still miss you! Humph! It's less than a hundred miles away, so you just don't say you're back!! You're asking someone to send a message!" The old man became more and more excited as he spoke, and his spit was splashing Yan Bing's face.
"There are you two!! You still want to run away!?? Get off for me!!" The old man pointed at the eaves with anger, Feng Chen and Lu Liang, who were about to run away, shouting loudly.
Feng Chen and Lu Liang looked at each other with a sad face, then slowly flew down, came to the old man, bowed and said, "Master..."
"Return! Master! Master!" The old man yelled, and each of them received a brain hammer. The three senior brothers and sisters held their heads and squatted together in a row...
"I sent you two to find your junior sister. You have found it, but I'll tell you back!??? Do you know how I've lived these days??" After the old man said, he was stunned..., looking up at the sky, with a look of grief and anger..., and there seemed to be tears in his eyes...
The three senior brothers and sisters looked at the old man's expression... and began to blame themselves...
Master cares about the three of them so much that he will definitely be unable to sit down for more than ten days...
But they were just busy with their own affairs and forgot about their master... It shouldn't be so bad!! It's so bad!! I'm so sorry for Master!!
Just as the three of them wanted to kowtow and admit their mistakes immediately, the old man shed two lines of tears silently and said slowly:
"It's been more than ten days... I haven't even eaten decent food... The restaurant outside is expensive... I can only eat sesame cakes every day!! Just pickles... You are here to spend time!! Eat the sea of food!!! Really! It's really angering!!!" The old man was still not satisfied after he said that, and he beat each person with another brain hammer...
Conscience..., it seems that it is not as painful as before...
But the heart horns..., a little painful...
I think so... The old man came from a royal family and has been serving the family since he was a child.
When he grew up, he had his own protagonist halo and directly entered the first sect in the Central Plains martial arts world and became a personal disciple.
Later, he had a smooth journey and became the seventeenth generation leader of Feixia Sect.
I have been swearing around all my life. I am used to serving me, so I am afraid I can’t even make a fire by myself... let alone cooking and cooking...
When Yan Bing thought of this, he felt relieved.
Master..., besides your martial arts skills, you are just a waste...
But she didn't dare to say this to this petty old man in person... she could only think about it in her mind, and then quickly forget it, not daring to leave any impression...
"Master!" Yan Bing suddenly stood up with excitement, grabbed the old man's sleeve, and shouted: "I know there is a restaurant! It's very delicious! It's even better than Wangyue Tower!!! Today I'm a disciple making it! Oh no!! I'll be a disciple every day from now on! You'll eat until you don't want to go again! Let's change to a restaurant! How good!?"
The old man wiped his grievance tears, glanced at Yan Bing, and asked slowly, "It's so delicious!"
Feng Chen also stood up quickly, grabbed the old man's other wrist, and said excitedly: "Master! What the junior sister said is not an exaggeration!! We just went to eat yesterday......" Halfway through speaking, he suddenly noticed Yan Bing's crazy eyes, and slowly turned his head to look at the old man's expression of joy and anger, wishing he could slap himself immediately...
I'm not talking about which pot I don't have to open, which pot I'm!??
Lu Liang, who had always played a stable role, played a decisive role at this time. He quickly got up, ran behind the old man, gently pushed the old man's back and said, "Master! No matter how much you say, it's better to try it yourself! Let's go quickly!!"
In this way, the old man was "carried" to "Yixianglou" by his three disciples, just like offering Buddha. After seeing the excitement, how could Li Lingyue easily let go of this delicacy? She also followed.
When he arrived at the Yashi, Yan Bing had a better meal of wine and food. At the suggestion of his senior brother, he called Wu Qidao again.
After a while, Wang Li and Zhou Zeng, who received the "wind" also arrived at the scene, claiming to be specially used to welcome the old man.
Wu Qidao was also the first to see the legendary sword saint. He was so excited that he didn't know why. He held the wine. The first sentence was: "Uncle Shi, I am a rough man, I can't say too many beautiful words. I can only say that I have long been famous, and I am well-known! Today I have the blessing of seeing you for three lives!" Wu Qidao used up all the few idioms he could say at once... and was a little proud of his wit.
But I saw that the whole table was quiet..., staring at myself with wide eyes...
Didn’t I just say a few idioms suddenly? As for such a fuss?
Then he saw the Marquis of Fuguo slowly stood up, leaned into his ear and whispered a few words...
"My master... is the third great-grandfather of the current saint..., you call him Uncle Shi!?? You don't want to live anymore!?"
Hearing this, Wu Qidao almost didn't hold the wine glass firmly, so he hurriedly placed it on the table, knelt down, and cried and shouted: "The youngest ones don't know Mount Tai, but the youngest ones saw the old ancestors' hair and face, not as old as they said, so they thought about flattering a few words, but they didn't expect that they would even slap on their legs!!
Please, my ancestors, don't tell me, if I say it, my life will be gone! I am not afraid of death, I just feel that I didn't die on the battlefield... He is quite frustrating, you know... At least I want to die, I want to die openly, do you think you are so glorious, I tell you................"
"Okay," the old man saw that he was talking nonsense..., and interrupted with an impatient look on his face: "Get up quickly! The food will be cold in a while! Don't worry, the room is full of his own family, sit down and have a meal!"
Wu Qidao then slowly stood up with a look of shock, grabbed the chair and sat down slowly, and never dared to say a word of nonsense again...
After a meal of wine and meal, the old man had exhausted all his anger for more than ten days and began to praise Yan Bing for his "great things" he did these days.
A group of people walked towards the Marquis' Mansion while talking and laughing, but suddenly saw a yamen run by the side with a stack of imperial lists in his arms.
Although the yamen runners were in a hurry all the way, they accidentally caught a glance at the Marquis of Fuguo and hurried forward and bowed to salute.
"Emperor..., is this your intention?" Yan Bing looked at the imperial list in the hands of the yamen runner curiously and asked.
When the yamen runner heard this, he hurriedly handed over a list of imperial orders to the Marquis of Fuguo with both hands, and then continued to bow and said, "When returning to the Marquis of Fuguo, the emperor ordered the King of Qi to return to Beijing to visit relatives, and specially issued a list of the capital to welcome the matter."
King Qi!?
Visiting relatives!??
Just a few days have passed!? Where can I save my relatives???
Moreover, there is no need for the prince to mobilize so many troops. He even put a list of the capital, which makes everyone know it...
Damn!!!
Yan Bing suddenly realized...
Emperor Xuan Si, you are so embarrassed!!! You are so old! Why do you have to get involved in everything you do!!!??