When Yan Bing walked to the old man's tent located in the baggage camp, the sound of artillery fire at the forefront was already sweeping overwhelmingly.
"Master! Are you here? The disciple is in!" Yan Bing stood outside the tent and pulled his neck and shouted twice. Seeing that no one answered, he lifted the curtain and walked in. As soon as he looked up, he was stunned by the scene in front of him...
In the camp, Uncle Yu Mohan was raising his chaise long and gnawing on the old man's recliner, looking at the apple with a comfortable look on his face. The old man was kneeling beside her, holding his earlobe with both hands, staring at him with wide eyes...
Damn it!!!What's going on!!!??
Yan Bing looked disbelief and quickly raised his hand to rub his eyes. When he opened his eyes, the picture in front of him turned into an old man lying on the recliner, while the fifth uncle sat on the wooden pier beside him, and then gnawed her half-pulled apple.
Did I be dazzled just now???
What explanation does the old man have for his guilty expression?!??
"Ahem... Qihua... Why don't you say anything when you come?" The old man's tone was still full of majesty, but his eyes were dodging around frantically, and he didn't dare to look at his apprentice directly.
Yan Bing was a little confused at this moment, and slowly approached the two of them, looking at the fifth master uncle, and then the old man. The two were still calm and sweating profusely. Yan Bing was even more confused when he saw it, so he had to bow and explain first: "Master, the fifth master uncle, the disciple just shouted twice outside the tent. Maybe the sound of cannons was too loud, and you two elders didn't hear it..."
"Oh..." The old man responded, then slowly got up, raised the tea bowl beside him and took a sip, and continued to ask in a calm tone as possible: "Then why are you looking for a teacher?"
The old man's eyes looked at the sky, the ground, the left, and the right, but he refused to look at Yan Bing's already a little dull eyes...
The fifth uncle on the side looked like he was holding back his laughter crazy, and he lit his feet, slowly turned his back to Yan Bing, and then began to tremble slightly...
Yan Bing looked at the extremely subtle atmosphere between the two and slowly smiled.
I probably have a direction in my heart.
Or, the old man has been taken down by the fifth uncle.
Or, the old man has any handle on the hands of the fifth uncle.
But no matter which point it is, the old man cannot admit it in front of the fifth uncle...
Thinking of this, Yan Bing looked at the old man and said with a smile: "Master, the disciple came here mainly because he had something to ask for. The city he attacked this time was a bit tricky, and he needed his master to help solve some problems..."
After saying that, Yan Bing put his hand into his cuff for a while and groped, but after touching for a long time, he didn't take out anything. He looked very anxious and said to himself, "I won't lose it!?? I'm in trouble now..."
While talking, he pretended to look for a while, and finally looked up slowly, showing an awkward smile on his face and said, "Master, why don't you go to the handsome tent with your disciple? Your disciple should have forgotten the map there..."
"Tsk... Why are you so careless..." The old man stood up slowly and was about to walk with her when he suddenly remembered something again. He turned his head and looked at Yu Mohan with a flattering look, and whispered: "Junior sister, I'll go to this child's handsome tent and come back later."
Yu Mohan did not look back or speak, but still turned her back to the two of them, but she could see that she was nodding gently...
"The fifth uncle, niece, has also surrendered first..." Yan Bing said, glanced at the old man, then walked out of the tent first. Until he was far enough away from the old man's tent, Yan Bing suddenly stopped, squinted his eyes and turned to look at the old man, and complained in a low voice: "Master... Are you worthy of your master's wife...?"
Upon hearing this, the old man was stunned, then quickly turned red and replied loudly: "Why are you sorry for your master's wife? What are you talking nonsense about??"
"Then I saw you kneeling in front of the fifth uncle...!!" Yan Bing raised his hand and pointed at the old man. As soon as he was halfway through his words, his eyes were blurred and his mouth was covered by the old man.
"Don't talk nonsense!!!" The old man covered Yan Bing's mouth, turned his head and looked around, and was relieved when he was sure that no one was there. He whispered to Yan Bing in a commanding tone: "I'll tell you slowly after entering the commanding tent! There are many people here! Don't say anything! Did you hear it?"
Yan Bing frowned and nodded...
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"Can you say it now!? Did you see Uncle Fifth Master younger and more beautiful, and you will fall in love with him?" Yan Bing just stepped into the handsome tent and began to ask the old man in a hurry.
The old man didn't answer, but just walked around the coach's tent twice, answering the question with the irresponsible question: "Where is Lingyue and the others?"
"They should be chatting in Wen Miao's tent at this time. Don't change the topic first! Is that right??" Yan Bing twisted his eyebrows and stared at the old man.
The old man looked at Yan Bing's little eyes and shook his head with a funny look. While walking towards Shuai Chou, he said in a deep voice: "Did you forget who we are masters? Is this what you talk to Master like?? Besides, what is a transcendent love? It is obvious that I met the fifth junior sister first for these years, but I haven't broken my oath at that time... Hey? Where are your teapots? Go and pour some tea for your teacher!"
Yan Bing frowned and looked at the old man, stomped his feet angrily, turned around and turned out the teapot and tea leaves, and while making tea for the old man, he said loudly: "Yes, you are the master. No matter how you are a disciple, you are not qualified to be a slander, but I just think... you have to let the master's wife know, be a little mentally prepared in advance, right?"
"No, I have told her the past about your fifth uncle and I have long since told her that she is okay to be a kid... Hey!? You thief! Why do you care about so much about your teacher's affairs??? Where is the tea!! Come on!" The old man urged impatiently.
Yan Bing curled his lips, walked over with the brewed hot tea, took out two tea bowls from the handsome desk, poured one for the old man, poured one for himself, and then asked in a low voice: "That master and the others...ah... I ask extra, they should know more about the matter between you and the fifth uncle..."
"You have asked extra questions! Is this what you should ask as an apprentice??" The old man gave Yan Bing a blank look, then raised the tea bowl and took a sip, slowly put it down and continued: "Besides, I didn't do anything to your fifth uncle. The reason why I kneel down to her... ah!! The reason why I beg her is because I want to learn her "restrained" technique!!"
"Ah!???" Yan Bing jumped up and stared at the old man with an incredible expression, and asked in a low voice: "You... are castrating yourself...??"
"Castify yourself?" The old man frowned, and immediately remembered the "angry words" Mo Han said before, and quickly scolded: "Ah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, what do you think all day long!! You don't have to castrate yourself when you learn that martial arts! That's what your fifth uncle said! You take this seriously!?"
"profound…………"
Yan Bing then suddenly realized, sat back slowly, then lowered his head and thought for a while, then looked up at the old man, and said with a wry smile: "No, since you have never happened to Uncle Fifth Master, why didn't you say it when your disciple asked you? You have to go around such a big bend?? You have to make so many ambushes!?? There must be something wrong here!!"
"Tsk! Is it necessary for me to lie to you??" The old man took a sip of tea with a smirk, then looked up at the top of the tent and said confidently: "But if me to regain my youthful appearance, then your fifth uncle will still beg me? It's all a matter of time..."
Looking at the old man's narcissistic expression, Yan Bing immediately showed disgust...
"By the way...why are you looking for a teacher?" After the old man said that, he lowered his head and started to taste tea again.
After the old man asked, he immediately smiled badly on Yan Bing's face.
"Actually, it's not a difficult thing. There are many wealthy businessmen in this city. I'm afraid they will hire some martial arts masters to murder their disciples, so I thought that if the master first lets out his energy and explores the city, it will also shock the little girl in the city..."
"That's all? Haha, it's easy to say..." After the old man said that, he gently put down the tea bowl in his hand, closed his eyes, then suddenly opened his eyes, staring at Yan Bing with a smirk.
Yan Bing looked at the old man so quickly, and was overjoyed and asked quickly: "Okay!? So fast?"
The old man shook his head with a smirk, looked at Yan Bing, and started chatting about leisure...
"Oh... disciple, do you know what my master's greatest feeling has been since he married your master's wife?"
"Ah???" Yan Bing was completely stunned by the question from the old man who was not in front of the village and behind the shop.
But the old man ignored it and still smiled and said to himself, "I just regret it. I didn't leave more private money for myself at the beginning... Look... Your master's wife took all my money to death... Every time I spent a penny, I had to report to her. Tsk... As a teacher, I was very frustrated..."
"Oh..." Yan Bing nodded, then stretched out a finger...
"Ten thousand taels!!!?" The old man immediately widened his eyes, ecstatic!!
"Haha, Master, what are you thinking? One hundred taels... don't you like to do it..." Yan Bing said, lifted his skirt, raised his legs, and whispered to himself: "It's really not possible... I'll look for a master and the effect should be similar..."
"Bang"! The old man slapped the table and instantly turned red. He stared at Yan Bing fiercely and said coldly: "I am your master! How can fat water flow into outsiders' fields!!! One thousand taels!!!"
"But the disciple really doesn't like being raised by someone... You clearly agreed to the disciple, but you asked for money temporarily... Oh... Who told you to be my master... One hundred and fifty taels..." Yan Bing slowly picked up the tea bowl and took a sip.
"You!! You evil disciple! You earn the old silver every year and occasionally respect your master! What's wrong!? Eight hundred taels!!" The old man turned his face angrily, not wanting to see her.
"This is not a matter of money, Master..." Yan Bing put the tea bowl with a smile on his face, rolled his eyes and continued, "Isn't the disciple afraid of giving too much? One day you bring a master's wife back from outside, will the family be in chaos... The disciple is also for your own good... Two hundred taels!!"
"You don't have to worry about this for your teacher! As long as you can practice the art of maintaining your face, you don't care about going to such a place of elegance and mist! You can still bring you a group of master's wives back!!! Five hundred taels!!!"
Yan Bing looked at the old man emitting a light of confidence again, and directly made him laugh. He stood up, patted his butt, turned around and started walking out of the tent...
"Hey?? Good disciple? Where are you going?" The old man was obviously a little panicked, and he stood up and ran to Yan Bing tremblingly, blocking Yan Bing's way.
Yan Bing looked at the old man with a smirk and said aloud: "Master, it's boring for you like this... You can't block your disciple from looking for Master, right?"
The old man's attitude also softened at this moment. He looked at Yan Bing with a smile and whispered: "Good disciple, can you discuss anything well? How much did you say just now? Two hundred taels are right!? The deal is done!"
"Master, wouldn't it be possible that this would have been done?" Yan Bing continued to stare at the old man with a wicked smile, slowly took out a purse from his arms, took out a silver note from it, and photographed it on the old man's hand.
The old man took the silver note, and the smile on his face was immediately withdrawn, and his tone changed back to his previous attitude. He complained impatiently: "You said that you, a girl, have earned so much money, and you have to play these terrible things with your master. You are so unfilial..." The old man said halfway, and suddenly got stuck... He widened his eyes and looked at the silver note, and shouted tremblingly: "One...1,000 taels...!!!"
Yan Bing then smiled silly and whispered: "Aren't that joking with you just now? This extra one is considered to be a disciple's filial piety to you."
The old man silently put away the silver note and stroked Yanbing's little head with a touching look on his face.
"Okay, okay, good disciple, I'm not in vain for you!" After saying that, he turned around, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and was about to leave...
Yan Bingren was stupid...
"Oh! Master!! Search the city!! Haven't searched the city yet!"
Hearing this, the old man was slightly stunned, then turned around and looked at Yan Bing with a smile on his face.
"I'm happy forgot my teacher!! Wait!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man slowly put away the smile on his face, closed his eyes and concentrated his energy, and his energy was released! The robe on his body was swaying without wind!
Yan Bing, who was standing beside him, was the first time that he personally felt the aura bursting out from the old man's body! His whole body immediately trembled!!
Is this... the master's aura...!?
Before entering the field of marrow cleaning, the old man's strength was only stuck in her impression and imagination. Now, after personally experiencing it, I can clearly understand it!!
If Yan Bing's aura was a stream, the aura that the old man showed at this moment was like a vast ocean, boundless!! It was bottomless!! She felt it a little and was already in deep fear, unable to extricate herself, as if she was staring at a huge abyss that was extremely dark but could not see the end, which was chilling!!
gap……
Too big!!!
As a result, just as Yan Bing sighed secretly, the old man suddenly withdrew all his energy!!
"Teacher, Master...you have investigated..." Yan Bing could clearly feel that his back was soaked in cold sweat! But the old man's reply made her even more shocked!
"Elder Romon!! Zhuo Yan Senmushuo!!" The surprised expression on the old man's face at this moment was no less than Yan Bing. Obviously, this sudden encounter was unexpected! The old man suddenly woke up from his god and shouted to Yan Bing: "You are here to catch him now!! Go and inform your uncles and uncles! Don't let him escape!! Go quickly!!"
After saying that, the old man's figure instantly turned into a phantom in front of Yan Bing. Only the curtain of the handsome tent kept swaying was still reminding her that the master... had indeed left here just now...