Yan Bing rushed to the front yard angrily, but did not see the old man on the couch, so he went to the backyard with an angry look. When he saw the scene in the backyard, he immediately laughed angrily.
The backyard was filled with rows of distillation racks, and Lu Liang was explaining the entire distillation process, heat, and timing to the old man in detail.
The old man listened very seriously, keeping his eyes fixed on the distillation rack and nodding his head.
Zhao Cheng simply became an errand boy, taking away a full jar of alcohol from under the shelf and replacing it with an empty jar.
After a while, he wrapped a nearly distilled rice wine jar in a wet rag, took it out and replaced it with new wine.
The three of them were busy with their own business, and no one noticed the angry "Ding Guo Gong" standing in the backyard.
In the end, it was Yan Bing who couldn't hold back any longer and spoke first.
"Master!!! My disciple misses you so much!! Why don't you miss my disciple!!!" Although there was a cry in his voice, his expression was one of complaint, and he knelt down at the old man with a bang.
Kowtowed three times.
You are the Master!!! You are noble!!! I can’t scold you!! I can’t even take action to disgust you!!??
Sure enough, Yan Bing's tearful performance made the old man stunned for a moment, then his face turned red and he stepped forward to help Yan Bing up, but Yan Bing obviously had no intention of letting him go easily and continued to accuse Sang and Huai.
"Master, my disciple has lost his face today... You didn't see me just now. Even that girl Li Lingyue, two people went to the door to greet her. Only my disciple could only enter the door alone and sneakily.
Greetings from the backyard. For a moment, my disciple felt that he was so insignificant..., helpless..., alone..., without any friends...,
Disciple is simply like the withered leaves blown down by the wind, falling to the ground without roots and making no sound... and like the catkins blown away by the wind, making people despised and unloved... Disciple is really in a miserable life.
Ah…………5555555……”
After finishing the call, I looked at the old man's old face. It was already red and purple, almost eggplant color. Even Lu Liang, who was listening on the side, hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him. He couldn't forgive his hatred by just talking, so he grabbed the words directly.
Bing's hand slapped her face hard, and she kept saying: "Senior Brother Fifteen is wrong, Junior Sister, don't be too sad, why don't you give Senior Brother a few slaps to relieve his anger, Senior Brother doesn't even know
Come back today..."
The old man was also sweating profusely in shame. While gently stroking Yan Bing's head, he leaned into her ear and whispered softly: "You are almost done! I almost lost my face! Leave it to my teacher."
Can you show some respect!!"
Zhao Cheng didn't know how to speak, and couldn't get a word in, so he simply knelt on the ground and kowtowed to his master to express his guilt.
Yan Bing saw that these people had received the "punishment" they deserved, and then he sobbed softly and said: "Okay, okay, the family finally got together, Qihua won't mention it, won't mention it...
"
Is it true that no one is communicating?
No one passed the news, so how did Wang Li and Zhou Zeng know?
These three guys must have been busy with their own business, and no one heard what the guard said clearly.
Yan Bing knew it well, so he was angry.
Seeing that Yan Bing relented, the old man quickly took the opportunity to change the subject and asked softly: "Hey? Where is Feng Chen? Where did that kid go?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Bing started sobbing again.
"Sure enough, Senior Brother and I are different... and Master's concern is not like mine, at all..."
The old man couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't even wait for her to finish speaking. He grabbed her ears and lifted her up. He pointed his other hand at her nose and yelled: "Are you done? You thief girl, why?
Such a small-mindedness!??Hmm??As a teacher, I only remember to teach you martial arts, when did I teach you to hold a grudge like this!??"
Yan Bing felt pain and hurriedly pointed in the direction of the courtyard gate and said, "Elder brother has gone to hold a banquet. I want to hold a celebration banquet in the mansion..."
When the old man saw that she had stopped talking nonsense, he let go, snorted, put his hands behind his back, and said to Yan Bing: "Come with me, let me see how you have improved this time."
After saying that, he went to the front yard first.
Senior Brother Fifteen and Zhao Cheng were both stunned.
Lu Liang looked at Yan Bing and asked with an expression of disbelief: "Junior sister, you were just acting like this??"
Zhao Cheng's head was swollen and he looked at Yan Bing with an innocent face, wanting to cry but without tears.
Yan Bing blushed, laughed twice, turned around and ran away.
"Master, wait for me!!"
Two fools, Lu Liang and Zhao Cheng, were left behind, falling into deep self-doubt.
I am usually... am I too honest...
Yan Bing came to the front yard and saw the old man sitting on the couch. This familiar scene really made her eyes warm.
I'm really home...
hey-hey.
Yan Bing secretly wiped his tears, rolled up his sleeves, and put his arms close to the old man.
When the old man saw that Yan Bing was back, he was actually very happy inside, so he didn't care about what happened just now. He just looked at this ghost girl, smiled happily, put his hand on her wrist, and closed his eyes.
The god of Hades explores the sea with his breath.
But this time it was only a short moment. The old man loosened his fingers and sighed: "I thought you could at least cross a big realm when you came back this time. But it turns out that you have just reached the late stage of Yi Jin. Have you been slacking off these days?
?”
Hearing this, Yan Bing rolled his eyes guiltily and explained hesitantly: "Isn't this disciple leading troops to fight... He is attacking the city and defending the city... Hehe, it is true that I haven't practiced sword practice for a few days.
Already..."
"Humph!" The old man was obviously a little angry, but considering that Yan Bing had just come back, he couldn't say anything. He could only lean back, close his eyes, and sulk alone.
Yan Bing chuckled, leaned forward to the old man, and said proudly: "But my disciple has been promoted again. I am now the Duke of Dingguo. I am only one step away from becoming the prince of your old man."
The old man opened his eyes, rolled his eyes at Yan Bing, and then said in a disdainful tone: "One general has made thousands of bones withered. What's so proud about the fame gained from killing people?"
Yan Bing curled his lips, stood up slowly, with a far-sighted attitude, and said slowly: "Wars are raging, countries are fighting, and disasters are endless. The people are not the ones who suffer? With my own efforts, I will save the country for decades."
The greatest merit is that the conquest ends in one battle, Master."
Hearing this, the old man frowned, held the handrails with both hands, straightened up, and asked slightly sarcastically: "What? You just ran away this time, can you still kill Beizhen??"
Yan Bing smiled slightly, turned around and looked at the old man, and said two words at a time: "Destroyed! Destroyed!!"
"Really or not!!?? Such a big thing!! Don't deceive me as a teacher!!" The old man stood up from the chair in excitement, picked up the cattail leaf fan in his hand and knocked Yan Bing's head.
roared.
Yan Bing ducked back, turned around, came back, helped the old man sit back on the chair, and told in detail what he had seen and heard along the way and what happened.
The old man was stunned from beginning to end, until Yan Bing talked about roasting corpses and poisoning, the old man's face suddenly darkened.
Yan Bing knew what his master was thinking, so he quickly explained his next step, his plan to persuade the citizens to surrender with medicine, and the old man's expression returned to normal.
It wasn't until Yan Bing finished talking about the last battle, how to annihilate all the forces of Beizhen in Panjin, that the old man let out a long sigh... and said slowly: "You...this conquest is for the country and the people."
, you are not afraid of life and death, I highly approve of it, but you girl, this killing is too serious..."
When the old man said this, he lowered his head again, pondered for a while, then raised his head and continued: "Master, I have nothing else to help you. I have saved more than 300 jars of spirits in the past two months... to give you medicine.
Save the people and change your moral character..."
Yan Bing was immediately flattered!!! He stood up and was about to say thank you when he heard the old man slowly finish his last sentence: "I will only sell you the cost price... three taels per jar..."
The smile that just appeared on Yan Bing's face fell instantly...